Warrior could only stare. A Kami, a real, live, Kami-she cut off that line of
thought and tried to look at it rationally. She was underwater, and a woman
was encased in some sort of stasis field was before her. That did not
nessacarily mean she was a Kami, she could be human.
<What's a Kami?> The voice in her head asked.
"A type of spirit. . .I think. They were, and in some places, still are
worshipped as gods and goddesses." Were there male Kamis? "I shoulda paid
more attention when Raye was explaining her religion." She grumbled.
<Raye worships these. . .Kamis?>
"I think so, she's a Shinto Priestess, but I'm not sure what it all means."
Warrior got to her feet and reached out with one hand to touch the field.
She saw Melvin, happy and smiling.
"What the. . .?" She gasped, jerking her hand away.
<What did you see?>
"Melvin. . ."
<I saw a human male, he was happy>
"That was Melvin," Warrior said sadly.
<It would appear the field has certain cognitive properties.>
"Huh?"
<It stimulates the memory center of the brain. In your case, it brought to
light your strongest memory.>
"Which was Melvin."
<Precisely.>
"You said the energy was something you remembered from before you encountered
me."
<Yes, but its hazy. It does seem to be constant though>
"Meaning you were exposed to it for as long as you were lying here on the
lake bottom?"
<I suppose so, yes.>
"Well that makes a whole lot of sense," Warrior grumbled as she took another
look around. It was then that she noticed the skeleton. It was next to the
glowing field, its hand stretched out towards it in a gesture of longing.
Walking over to it, Warrior noticed another one, and another, and still
another. There was at least twenty of them, all with their hands stretched
out in a gesture of longing towards the field.
Careful not to step on any of them, she walked back around to the front and
studied the face carefully.
There was no hint of cruelty in that face. It was serene, peaceful. Nothing
to suggest why she was in a stasis field in the first place. She looked over
at the skeleton then back at the field.
"I wonder. . ." She murmured and then placed her hand on the field.
She saw Melvin over her, his hands unbuttoning her shirt. She felt the heat
surging beneath her skin.
Then she was standing in a burning village as men in uniforms and swords ran
amuck. For a brief moment, she saw a man with thick dark brown hair, and then
she was lying naked on top of Melvin, kissing her way down his chest coming
closer to him, to the center of his being. When she reached, it, she wrapped
her fingers around it and for a moment, stared at it, then lowered her head
and wrapped her lips around him.
Then she was back in the burning village, gesturing, as water from the nearby
lake surged forth, washing through the village, putting out all the fires it
touched.
She was on her back now, Melvin working his way down her body. For a moment,
he did nothing, then his tongue was at the source of the fire that burned
within her. But all it did was fan the flames.
She dodged aside as the man with the brown hair swung his sword. She couldn't
hear what he was yelling, but she knew his face, it was etched into her soul.
Nephrite. . .
Then she was on top of Melvin, his tongue still fanning the flames. Moans
passed her lips as she grabbed his hair, trying to pull him deeper inside her.
She walked through the burning village, the men in uniforms yelling their
battle cries. She was searching for something.
No, for someone. The source of this chaos.
She was on her knees, Nephrite in her arms, watching as he slowly became as
light, surging upwards towards heaven.
She was on her back again, Melvin over her, teasing her. She heard her voice
pleading with him to get inside her.
She stood in what was left of the main hall, watching the woman at the other
end.
In. Out. Over and over, Melvin repeated his actions, pleasure surging through
her in wave after powerful wave.
The woman at the end of the hall turned, her thick red hair seemed to be the
color of blood in the light cast by the fires burning still burning outside.
She was on top of Melvin now, her hips grinding against his, her head thrown
back.
Water and fire surged together. The water from her, the fire from her
redheaded opponent.
The waves were coming closer together now. Dirty words poured from their
mouths, alternately cursing for the way the other made them feel and begging
to keep it up.
The fire and water surged around them both as they each tried stronger and
stronger attacks.
The pleasure was stronger now, a near continuous wave boiling through their
systems, forging a bond between their souls. No words were exchanged, only
primal grunts.
She felt her skin boil from the fire and cool from the water. There was no
end to the sensations, pain and pleasure, pleasure and pain.
At the zenith, she cried out Melvin's name, and he cried out hers, each
heedless of who might hear.
The battle between them had ended in a stalemate and she was fleeing the
burning village, towards the lake. An elderly man, his hand wrapped around
that of a woman, her stomach swollen with life ran ahead of her. It went
against her nature to run away, but she must protect these two. That was her
job.
She lay in Melvin's arms, completely contented, the afterglow surrounding
them like a haze.
A swirl of mist and the man and woman vanished, transported to elsewhere. She
turned and looked towards the village. For a moment, she watched the inky
black smoke boil upwards and then she turned back to the lake. Many years
ago, she had been summoned up from this lake to protect the family of a young
man. Now that family had been sent to safety but she and the red-haired woman
would meet again. Turning, she stepped into the lake, weaving a spell about
her. She would sleep until needed again, let all who touch her, save the
descendants of they who she had protected be killed by their own memories.
For a brief moment, she stared out through the yellow haze at a figure in
armor made from bone and sinew, its glowing yellow eyes meeting hers and she
smiled.
Yes, they had survived and she, the Guardian, had a sister now.
Then the figure jerked its hand away.
Warrior stared, half in shock, half in amazement, as the woman's eyes closed,
but that smile remained. For next ten minutes or so, Warrior stood still,
muscles tense, but the woman made no other movement.
Warrior's senses however, were reeling.
"I understand now. . ." She whispered.
<As do I. . .> Warrior blinked. The voice was no longer genderless, but a
woman's, full and rich.
"Wha?"
<My name, is Kinsune>