Thursday, June 22, 2006

chapter 5 part 3
ok, this is my longest chapter yet i think. i had a boring day, so lets just get right to the story.

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Okena storms out of her younger brother’s quarters, leaving him on the ground with a swollen left jaw and a black eye. Sanki gets back up after she leaves and lays into his punching bag.
“Damn that Kazemaru! Spoiling my plan; I’ll have his head and his girl if it’s the last thing I ever do!” he says emphasizing each word with another blow to the bag. Suddenly he hears a whoosh of air and the bottom half of his back splits open, spilling its contents onto the floor. He starts to turn to see who did this, but before he can even get all the way around, he finds himself pinned up against the wall with his feet kicking wildly. Imaku has his forearm against Sanki’s throat and he’s slowly pressing harder and harder. He draws Sanki’s knife from its holster and lays it across his neck as well.
“You bastard!” he shouts. “I should kill you for what you put Suki through!” he adds through gritted teeth. He’s bristling all over and his eyes have a feral look to them.
“Feh, like you would,” replies Sanki mockingly. “I know what happened in your last fight on the way here. You’re weak!” he adds cockily. Imaku flashes a humorless smile and tightens his hold on Sanki’s windpipe, making him gasp and cough a little.
“Oh yeah? Try me,” he says dangerously. He removes the knife from Sanki’s throat and slowly makes a long, deep cut across the side of his face, making him cringe and struggle. Imaku only presses harder
“Who are you to toy with my friends?!” screams Imaku. “Do you know the hell you put her through?!”
“Of course,” chokes Sanki with a grin. “I had to get her broken in for me,” he continues. Imaku is momentarily dumbstruck, and Sanki almost thinks he’s about to let him down. But then he pull the knife back, cocked ready like a gun. He shoots it forward with a yell and the full intent to pin Sanki to the wall by his neck vertebrae, but something stops his arm. Sanki’s horror-widened eyes close slightly and he breathes an internal sigh of relief. Imaku whirls around, ready to attack whoever is behind him. His expression softens when he sees Okena. Her eyes are begging him to show mercy, though she doesn’t say a word. Imaku nods and takes his arm away from Sanki’s throat, letting Sanki fall to the ground with a thud. He leaves the room without a word.
“That’s right, walk away little boy!” calls Sanki after him. Suddenly the knife flies back and he ducks. He looks up to see the knife sticking into the wall right where his forehead was a mere second ago. His eyes roll back I his head and he falls over into his own puddle with a small splash. Okena looks at him, then at the receding form of Imaku and then at Sanki again. She takes off running after Imaku.
“Lord Kazemaru, please understand that I had nothing to do with this,” she pleads
“I know,” replies Imaku shortly.
“Both Sanki and Kanto will be punished very severely,” she continues, trotting to keep up with his fast walk.
“Good,” he responds.
“Please, my lord, I am truly very sorry,” she says, now sounding upset.
“Doesn’t matter,” Imaku says coldly. Okena stops in her tracks and simply watches as he walks off silently.
Imaku returns to his quarters and unlocks the door. He steps inside and sees Suki sleeping quietly on the bed. He looks sadly at her, eyes full of regret.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I wasn’t strong enough.” He curls up at the foot of the bed like a puppy and falls into a dreamless sleep.

Imaku opens his eyes, hours later, after hearing a knock at the door. He sits up and looks over to see Suki still asleep on the bed and still wearing his clothes. The person at the door knocks again and Imaku gets up. He goes over to his dresser and pulls out a pair of sweat pants. They are just his size. He puts them on and there is a third knock at the door. He opens the door a little bit and looks out.
“Yo, Wolfy!” says Kaji cheerfully. Imaku smiles a little and lets him in.
“Hey, Kaji,” he replies dully. Sits down on a chair and looks around. The room is fairly bare as far as decoration goes. There is the standard furniture: a bed, dresser, chairs and a desk. There are also some lamps and rugs, a wet bar, a fire place and something that resembles a television. Then Kaji spots Suki lying on the bed, wearing Imaku’s clothing and his mind automatically jumps to conclusions. Imaku can tell what he is thinking by the expression on his face.
“Don’t even think it. I don’t need your crap right now,” he says coldly. Kaji is a bit shocked. Imaku has never spoken to him like this before. His face turns serious.
“Alright, tell me what happened,” he says. Imaku looks at Suki, then at Kaji, and then Suki again, and then at the floor. He stares at his feet for a moment, then takes a deep breath and tells Kaji the entire story. He doesn’t remember when happened from the time Kanto started touching Suki to when he started running with her in his arms. When he finishes, Kaji is completely speechless; he doesn’t know what to say. Imaku, too, remains silent, continuing to look at the ground for what seems like an eternity.
“”I was too weak,” he eventually says quietly. He gets up and rests his forehead against the cool metal wall.
“Too fucking weak!” he shouts, punching the fall with all his might. He stays in that position for a while, breathing heavily. He pulls his bleeding fist back and continues to beat the wall, yelling the whole time. He drops his dripping hand to his side and falls to his knees.
“I couldn’t protect her,” he sobs.

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if this weer a movie, it'd be rated R for sure. luckily, its a book, so i can make it more graphic without alienating my target audience.
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