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Comment: Makai Tenshi ©2004 by Grace Chen So, Makai Tenshi is our anime. Yeah, we may not be Japanese, but still... anyways, this page is the link to Minu-sama's (Grace's) greatest achievements yet. Get ready to be blown away by the pictures and the story... Story:
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Chapter 1:The
Eye of the Tenshi *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* /Come on, Soba, we need to go./ /They're here./ /I'm not letting them get to you./ /Sorry, sister, but it's best if you don't remember what happened. not until you're ready./ She could remember . . . it was cold, cold and . . . dark . . . she could see them . . . hundreds of hooded figures, demons . . . There was a woman screaming in the background . . . Another voice was pushing into Jineka's voice. "Miss . . . pay . . . attention . . . or . . .principle . . ." The torrent of words didn't stop there. The strangely familiar adolescent voice was still talking. /Hurry up, Soba./ Who was Soba? Did she want to know? She heard a sharp tapping, and some giggling. Wait . . . where was she? Was it the classroom again? She urged herself to wake, but she was just so tired. A hand touched Jineka's arm, and she screamed, "Go away!" while unconsciously punching the unwary person - whoever it was - into the wall ahead. The voice in her head uttered a final, Goodbye, and she woke up, startled. She was in her classroom! She heard the students giggle loudly, and turned red. Her best friend, Minuiko Kireisaki, was smirking down at her. Minuiko had a tough guy - er, girl - exterior but had a basically kind heart. The beauty of the class, she had mid-spine length black hair and emerald green eyes. She was slightly self-conscious, but nothing too annoying. "Guess who you threw into the board?" Jineka guessed in a slightly guilty voice, "I-um . . . the teacher . . .?" Minuiko replied lightly, "Your weird strength always surprises me . . . I couldn't even have done that." Jineka was still blushing. "Ano - um . . . I-I didn't mean to." The teacher had extracted himself from the now ruined chalkboard with a murderous look on his face. "Miss Kazeyama, if you cannot pay attention in class, then I suggest you don't come. You have detention after school and we're calling your mother to pay for damage of school property." Jineka realized what he had said wrong. She stood up. "Demo . . . sensei, I don't . . . have a mother." "Then who was - ah, then I shall inform the orphanage. Thank you for reminding me. You may sit down." His voice had recovered from the steely tone it once held and was now placid, but firm. She sat. The teacher looked back to the textbook, and the "board." "HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO TEACH WITHOUT A BOARD?!!" *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "You had that dream . . . again?" Jineka moaned. "Yes, but I can't figure out what it means. all I know is that he's . . . related to me . . . he called me sister." Minuiko's eyebrow rose. She said half sarcastically, "Well, we all know you have a long-lost brother you've never seen before, ne?" Jineka laughed. "Shut up." Her friend laughed too. "Come on, Ji-chan, don't get so stressed out. Although," she added with some amusement, "punching your teacher into the chalkboard isn't exactly the smartest thing to do when you're scared." Jineka looked at her. "By the way, aren't you supposed to pick up Ryutzu today?" Minuiko replied, "Oh yeah. It's kind of strange, though. He's older than me, and yet my mom still makes me responsible for him . . ." "You say that every day." "It's true." Jineka felt a strange aura, something unfamiliar. It was . . . powerful, and . . . evil . . . She felt that pain in her head and saw a flashback, again. /Soba. Soba./ A face flashed before her. It was close, so close, but she couldn't make it out. /Soba, listen to me. You have to go to the sacred temple, it's not safe here! Go!/ Violet. he had violet eyes, she was certain . . . and yet, it occasionally flickered to a gold amber color . . . She sank, clutching her head. Brother . . . it was her brother, right? What sacred temple? She heard another voice, a familiar, slightly husky but still rather immature one. "Ji-chan, are you alright?" It was Ryutzu. And Minuiko. The siblings were looking at her, worry apparent in their identical green eyes. Jineka whispered, "The . . . sacred temple . . . I need to go . . ." Ryutzu looked at his sister. "What does she mean? Is it the old ruined temple near the shrine?" Minuiko shrugged. "It could be." The seventeen-year-old boy brushed his scarlet bangs away from his face and stood. "Jineka? Can you get up?" Jineka stood, her mouth set in a grim line. She repeated, "I need to go." "Wait! We're coming with you." Ryutzu gave a sunny smile, though the concern hadn't completely died from his eyes yet. He teased, "Haven't you learned not to stick your nose in things you're not a part of, Minu-chaaaaaaan?" "Baka no nii-san. Then why are you following me?" His sweet boyish grin was still pasted on his face as he answered innocently, "Just making sure you two don't get hurt." His sister rolled her eyes. "As if you could protect us should the need arise. I'm a better fighter than you are." They reached the temple, not that there was much of it left. There was a shallow pool in the heart of the place that seemed preserved by time. Jineka gasped. She felt the burning energy again. The hatred. The lust. She winced. She fingered the bead bracelet she'd had since she arrived at the orphanage nervously. It gave her comfort, somehow. She didn't remember how she got it; she just knew it was hers. A family heirloom, perhaps? "YOU . . . YOU CAME . . . GIVE IT BACK, GIVE ME THE EYE OF THE TENSHI!!!" She turned, gasping. There was a huge shadow emerging from the pool. A snake-like beast with two heads and a disgusting dribble of slime trailing from both mouths to the end of his - its? - tail appeared. What was even more astonishing was that the submerged portion of his body was invisible. The pool was shallow, wasn't it? Before she could think, the thing had wrapped its two long heads around her and was whispering viciously. "SOON YOU'LL PAY FOR ALL THE TIMES YOU AND YOUR FAMILY HAVE DEFIED US . . . FROM WHAT YOU TOOK FROM ME . . ." Jineka whimpered, "W-what are you talking about? What's the Eye of the Tenshi?" One of the heads had started to bite at her treasured bracelet, and she felt a sudden surge of protectiveness, of belonging. "That's mine!" Were the beads the "Eye of the Tenshi?" How? Why? Would someone explain what was happening? Sure, she was being held captive by some strange demon emerging from a mystic pool and that same demon wanted her bracelet, but why? Why did she have the bracelet? She had often wondered that, but without the sense of fright and awe that she had now. "Let go of her!" Jineka opened her eyes and almost smiled. Minuiko had no idea of how to defeat a - a monster - and was still playing the hero. She felt a stronger sense of panic. What if her friend were killed? She struggled violently against the snake monster but it wouldn't release her. It hissed as a strange light suddenly surrounded her and formed a sort of vortex around her. She choked as it squeezed her even harder . . . and she was pulled with it into the pool of water. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* "Jineka! Minuiko!" Minuiko, out of some rash, senseless thought, had jumped in after her friend, and disappeared as well. Ryutzu didn't exactly panic. He realized that all traces of their brief struggle had been wiped clean. Stumbling back a few paces, a sudden thought came to him. He whispered with grim good humor, "What am I supposed to tell people? A two-headed hydra took my sister and her friend?" He supposed that he could jump in after them, but what could he do? Where were they taken? He didn't want to know. He did the only thing he could think of. He ran. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Jineka's mint-green-and-sky-blue-colored hair was in her face. She wasn't hurt. She was lying on the ground. A boy . . . a boy with a strange mask on . . . he was looking at her. He was talking, but she couldn't make out the words. What happened? Did she faint? She groaned and sat up. Dizzy. She was dizzy. Well, no wonder. The boy - he couldn't be much older than she was - had a mysterious aura about him. She couldn't tell what color his eyes were, because obviously, his face was covered, but his hair was an enigma. It was a warm, but pure silver-white. She didn't know what made her feel like touching it. It had such a unique color to it; it stuck up a little in the back, but somehow, it added a touch of elegance she was sure no one from her world could imitate. Speaking of which, this was a different world, wasn't it? "Where am I?" She could hear now. His voice was soft but firm, with a slightly exotic but strangely elegant accent. It held a tone of amusement in it. "You're from Ningenkai, aren't you? This is the Makai. There have been holes ripping in the mystic barrier lately, but you're the first from the other world to come so far." "NANI?! Makai?!" *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Minu-sama: There! I'm done with chapter one! It's hard putting an 'anime' in words, you know. Minuiko: But what happens to me?! Minu-sama: . . . Quiet. That's in the next chapter. Minuiko: Oh. By the way, to this who have no idea whatsoever of what a few very rudimentary Japanese terms in here mean . . . Makai = demon world Ningenkai = human world Nani = what Baka = idiot Nii-san (or nii-chan) = brother Chan = used when referring to someone smaller or cuter (something like that) Sensei = teacher Ne = something like "eh" Demo = but Ano = um Okay! That's a wrap! Now can you please review? TBC~Minuiko
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Chapter 2:Separate
Locations *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Minuiko sat up abruptly. She was on a straw mattress. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was jumping after Jineka . . . that's right, Jineka! Where was she?! She nearly had a heart attack when she heard another voice, a deep male one. "Awake, are we, m'dear?" Minuiko turned around. There was a fat, very tanned middle-aged man with several others that looked to be in their mid twenties. She didn't shrink back into the wall, though she was sorely tempted to. They looked scary. The fat one, the one who first spoke, snickered aloud. His voice was slightly slurred. /Drunk/, she realized. /They're drunk. Well, HE'S drunk, at least. I don't know about the others/. "We didn' wanna spoil ya while ya weren't awake to enjoy it," he explained in that rumbling voice that Minuiko was already disgusted of. The other men sniggered with him, and they were talking aloud to each other. "Her clothes are strange. You think they'll sell for much?" "Strange or not, this one's a real BABE!" "Yeah, she'll be fun to toy with." Cold sweat broke out on her forehead as she now discarded her earlier thought and leaned as far as she could go against the wall. Her heart was thudding loudly. She couldn't remember when she was so scared before. These men obviously had no morals, and it was four against one. She gasped as the first one leaned in and pulled on her jacket. Their hands were wandering in places she didn't want to name. She tried to hit them, but one of them was restraining her hands. She yelled, "Let go of me, you creeps!" The fat man chuckled. "No can do. There's no one aroun' . . . we'll toy wit' ya 'fore we get t' th' real action." She started screaming. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The boy sneered at the man, his sword snaking its way to the man's neck. He held it in place before speaking. "WHAT were you doing? I could throw you in jail for breaking the law. Extended sentence, too, 'cause this one doesn't look like she's older than sixteen." The man looked around at his fallen companions, panicking. He whined, "You don' know these girls, your highness, they're all shallow-brained wenches, they'd bed anyone." The blade was driven harder against the fat man's neck. "She doesn't look like a commoner to me. In fact, she doesn't even look like she's from this world. You've heard the rumors, haven't you?" The man nodded, his breathing labored. "But, my prince, s-she was-" The teen boy released his sword, leaving the man wheezing. Eyeing the man with distaste, he snapped, "Shut up. You're disgusting. Go. Confess your crime before the king. Or I'll change my mind about not killing you." "O-of course, my lord." The man scampered away. The boy had no way of knowing whether his orders would be followed, but that didn't matter at the moment. He kneeled before the unconscious girl. "Hey. Wake up." Minuiko didn't stir. He began shaking her violently. "I said wake up, stupid, are you deaf or something?! Damn it all if I didn't-" Her clenched fist met him squarely in the jaw, sending him flying. Minuiko gingerly sat up. "Itai . . ." The boy groaned and stood. /Damn, she's strong . . . those guys must be real cowards to gang up on her like that . . ./ Minuiko saw the men around her, horror-struck. "They weren't - they didn't - ra . . ." She couldn't finish the sentence. The boy replied sarcastically, "I save your butt and you hit me? No, they didn't rape you." She looked down. "I . . . arigato." The boy shrugged, a little embarrassed. Besides, he wouldn't have helped her if he hadn't felt . . . well, he would've just passed by; thugs did it all the time. "Don't thank me. I wouldn't even be here if my sword didn't call me." "Sword . . .?" "It's a living sword, smart one, and whenever there's something important I have to do, it sorta just . . . hums . . . so, " She faced him, saying dryly, "Ah, well, thank your sword for me, will you?" "Huh --- whatever." Minuiko took a moment to study her rescuer. Well, even if he was a bit rude, and even if he really wouldn't have saved her is his SWORD hadn't made him, he was still her rescuer. His dark hair complimented his light- tanned skin; he was just around three or four inches taller than she was, and - his eyes. /Th-they're red/. Red. They were a burning crimson color, somehow reminding her of fire rather than blood. Then she noticed something else. On his right cheek, there bore a single scar. Where could that have been from? His voice broke the silence, a little snappish. "Hey, if you're done gawking at me, I'll be going now." "Hey, wait-" He was gone. Just like that. She muttered, "Shimatta. He didn't even ask me what my name was, if I was even from around here . . . NOTHING. He didn't tell me his name, either." Then she looked up, admitting to herself, "But he was . . . pretty interesting." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Jineka started blushing, as the boy appeared to be studying her. His eyes (His mask was in that direction, anyways) fell on her "Eye of the Tenshi." That again? She asked, "Mou . . . I'm Jineka. What's your name?" His voice was as cool as ever, calm and composed, but there was a trace of uncertainty about it. "I'm . . . just call me . . . Hitokiri." Jineka thought, /Hitokiri . . . doesn't that mean slayer or something? Well . . . it's obviously not his real name, so . . ./. She smiled, asking politely, "Demo, Hitokiri-san, that monster . . . it wanted something called the Eye of the Tenshi. What exactly is it?" He paused, then replied, "Think of it as a . . . locater. It's used to locate the four mystic items." "Nani?" "They're four lands in this place, each with a temple. The temples are for Tenshi, Youkai, Apparitions, and Elementals. They each held a specific mystic item." "And what are they?" "The items are: the sword, the jewel, the mirror, and the flute, which is supposed to go with your beads." Jineka exclaimed, "Just like the Japanese legend! The sword, the jewel, and the mirror . . . demo, is the flute really necessary? I thought there were only three items. . ." "It activates the Eye of the Tenshi . . ." "Oh." Hitokiri's mask was red and white, not a very colorful compliment to his already white hair. He told her, "Around the Makai . . . which, by the way, is a pretty inaccurate name for this place . . .you'll mostly find Elementals and Youkai. Tenshi are really rare, and Apparitions, well, no one really goes to their lands." The boy turned. Jineka demanded, "What do the items do?" He replied, not at all annoyed by the many questions, "They grant wishes. In the right hands, they protect Ningenkai . . . because, you know . . . the temples, unprotected, are also gateways to your world. But most Youkai seek the items as well, because of the one thing that matters to them in this world. Power." "Ano . . ." He knew what she wanted. "Hai. I'll lead you to our chief . . ." Jineka apologized. "Gomen nasai, Hitokiri-san, for burdening you with so many questions." He seemed sad, for some reason. "It's . . . okay. I didn't mind." He started walking, the strange girl trailing just a few steps. /Gomen, Jineka-san . . . It's the only thing I could do. You-you're not going to like our chief . . . you'd be helping a youkai . . . but what can I do?/ *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Minu-sama: Gah! Gomen nasai for all the boring info about Youkai and Elementals and all that. By the way, Elementals are humans with longer life and Youki (Youki, not Youkai). Jineka: You made me ask all those boring questions. *Shrugs* Minuiko: I . . . almost got raped . . . Minu-sama: erm . . . hehe . . . sorry? Minuiko: I almost freakin' got raped, you psycho authoress, and all you can say is you're sorry?!! You *&^@#$*(^*@$(*@$$*-- Minuiko's as of yet unnamed rescuer: Hey, dumbass. Nice meeting you again. Do us a favor and shut up, okay? Minuiko: Why you- Minu-sama: er. okay . . . BTW, I'm not putting up too many more Jap. Translation thingies after this, but . . . Arigato = thank you Gomen = Sorry Gomen nasai = I'm very sorry Shimatta: Mild profanity (not in here) K'so = harsher profanity than Shimatta, but still relatively usable. Something like damn, maybe a tiny bit harsher. Youki = spirit energy Youkai = demon Minu-sama: I think that's it! Er, Ryutzu's not gonna have much of a part . . . not until quite a bit later. So, review! Ja! TBC~Minuiko |
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Chapter 3:We
meet again *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Minuiko wandered around the strange town a bit. /Where would Jineka be? I mean, she was only like, two seconds away from me or something . . ./ She hoped that Jineka wasn't taken captive by one of those rapists or something. She sighed, a bit sidetracked, and had her head impacted with a wall. Next lesson: look where you're going. "Oww . . ." She took a look around. It looked like a feudal castle . . . but . . . "Hey you, get away from there! The lord's daughter, her radiance, Tomiyo Seikami (Hikari bless her soul), has taken ill, and common wenches like you aren't allowed in - did you hear me?!" Two extraordinarily large guards were rushing at her. Minuiko saw large wheels of fire shining in their hands, and promptly decided that this could NOT be a good sign. One of them threw one at her. She dodged it, and the hut it hit burned down to nothing but ashes. Nope . . . not good at all. "Yah! I'm going, I'm going, no need-" The other flame was shot at her running figure, and she slid down a very inconveniently located slope. "AAHHHH!!" She landed on her face, her school uniform was dirty, but she escaped the guards. Sighing, she was about to stand up, when a voice she had heard not long ago snapped at her, "Hey, dimwit. Nice to see you again." Just a little bit annoyed, she turned around, seeing the rude boy she had met earlier. Her hands on her hips, she ignored the fact that she was in a very bad position herself, and demanded, "What did you just call me?" He rolled his eyes. "Dimwit, baka, moron, idiot, something like that. Get me out of here." She took a look. His arms and legs were both bound to a tree with tight vines, lethal-looking thorns protruding from them. The boys' clothes were slightly torn, and there was an arrow imbedded in his right arm, but his face was as insolent as ever. He instructed in the same commanding tone, "Just take the arrow out, and I'll be free." Minuiko decided to take advantage of this. She told him, "I might, if you answer my questions." His eyes narrowed, then he glared at her. She ignored him, and said sweetly, "Okay. What's your name?" He scoffed, "Why do you need to know? It's not like you're ever gonna - hey! Come back here!" He struggled against the vines, but to no avail. "Alright, it's Haru! My name is Haru! Come back here - wench -" Minuiko stepped up to him, giving him an eye for an eye. "Alright. First, my name is Minuiko. Say it, right now." "You - you . . ." "Say it, Haru." "K'so . . . MINUIKO! Alright! Get me out!" "Wait. How'd you get in here, anyways?" Haru's crimson eyes glared at her as he said through clenched teeth, "Some plant elemental, a miko, trapped me, and took Ryuken," he added, "my sword." "What's so important about your sword?" He laughed harshly. "What, are you kidding? It's not only the royal heirloom, it's the guardian item of the Fire Temple. You know. The temple of the Elementals." "Explain." He started growling. "What am I, a walking encyclopedia? Ask someone else. Just free me!" She smiled. "Then lead me to that someone else when I free you." Haru yelled, "Okay! Just- do something! Help me!" Minuiko paused for a moment, then 'gently' yanked the arrow out, as Haru cried out in exaggerated pain. "Baka, be more careful!" She huffed, "Whatever. Now, what about your promise?" He straightened his shirt, ran his fingers through his midnight hair (Which, she couldn't help but notice, looked irresistibly soft and 'pet- able'), and grumbled, "Yeah, whatever, I'll just take you to Hikari. She's our demi-god . . . goddess . . . something like that." "Nani?" "You heard me. Now come on." Minuiko sighed and followed Haru out of the muddy terrain. He stopped at the palace she was chased out of just a few moments before, and said something that sounded like, "Come out, witch, I'm not in the mood." A puff of smoke turned up in front of them. The figure was as of yet transparent. A cheerful, giggly voice greeted them. "Knew you'd be here, my prince. And the girl too." Minuiko mouthed to Haru, "Prince?!" He shrugged, his mouth quirked into a crooked smile. "Didn't want a fragile onna like you to feel ashamed of hitting a crowned prince, like you did around an hour ago." She glared at him, her mouth slightly agape and her face just a tiny bit red. Haru turned back to the puff of smoke. "This is Hikari. Not much of a goddess, if you ask me." Hikari's voice turned into a mock-scolding one. "I heard that. I advise you not to say that again. As soon as I materialize . . ." Minuiko stared in shock at the figure before her. This was Hikari?! *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Ryutzu groaned, his head hidden within the circle of his arms. He had read books and books about demons, and that temple, but nothing useful could be found. He sighed, and whispered, "Where are you, nee-san . . .?" *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* The cruel man looked down at the pair before him. Hitokiri bowed stiffly, and told him, his voice void of expression, "I rescued her from a demon that was after the sacred Eye." The man's mouth lifted upwards. "Interesting . . . I'm just wondering how that little traitor had the power to transport her to Ningenkai . . .but then again, it doesn't really matter. He's under my power now." Jineka winced at the strangely cruel quality of the man's words and wondered, /Is he talking about my brother?/. The man gripped her chin with one hand, staring into her violet eyes, his voice cold but mocking. "I see . . . you are clearly the hanyou princess Sobakami Kazeyama . . ." "And you will work for me, woman." He threw her to the ground. "Hitokiri. She is to be given the position of the position of our former locater . . . we'll have the items before long . . ." " . . . Understood." Hitokiri's voice was still rather calm, but there was a trace of bitterness to it. Jineka reclined her head and followed Hitokiri out the door timidly. "Ne, Hitokiri-san . . . didn't you say we needed the flute to activate the beads . . .?" The mask covering his face turned to her, his silky silver hair flowing in the light breeze. "Hai, Jineka-san, of course . . . we are . . . in the process . . . of obtaining it . . ." The boy's slender hands rested comfortingly on her shoulders. His voice, so cold and emotionless before, was warm and kind. "You don't have to worry, Jineka-san . . . I'll protect you . . ." Turning his back to her, he added uncertainly, "I . . . I want you to know that I do not work for that man . . . not by choice." The bitter tone she had noticed earlier was more noticeable now. She didn't want to know why this seemingly nice boy worked for that cruel man, but she knew that he had to have a good reason. She would've liked to know a bit more about him, but that would've been improper, considering the time they had known each other. "It's okay, Hitokiri-san. I understand." *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Well, I'm done with this chapter. ^^ I meant to make Haru a little more defiant and insolent than I did . . . but tell me what you think. Hitokiri is supposed to be a very very in-between-pretty-and-handsome bishounen, but unfortunately, he's wearing a mask . . . I hope his personality is established by now. By the way, Hitokiri really isn't 'Hitokiri's' real name. Care to guess who he really is? Not for people who know more about the story than regular reviewers . . . AKA my friends . . . Review!! |
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