Chapter 1
I have always been uncomfortable around the water. Even when I was little, I would kick up a storm if someone even mentioned a bath. So where has this Japanese American boy been living all of his life? You guessed it, Hawaii. We moved to the big island when I was about five so this little problem would have to go away. Such obvious weakness wasn’t really accepted in the Umeki household. Aya, my mother’s assistant, dressed me for a day at the beach and dragged me to the water. I don’t know what I expected, I was five after all but she carefully picked me up and walked me into the surf. I cried, and held on to her for dear life or so I am told. While moving deeper we rolled among the waves as she held me speaking in a calm soothing voice, something I have never heard her use with anyone else.

Yes, if you haven’t noticed I have a special relationship with Aya. She has been my nanny, protector, swimming and surfing coach and quite a few other things. My parents, well what can I say about them other than they are a bit intense. Dad’s never around, always travelling to one part of the world or another. Family business apparently, I have no idea what my father actually does for a living, but he makes a lot of money doing it. Even when he’s at home, I really don’t see him. We would schedule meetings. Who has meetings with their children? But it seemed normal for my family. Aya would make sure I was dressed appropriately and like some weird Victorian novel, I would be presented before my father. We would discuss what I was doing in school and my accomplishments and then the meeting was over.

My mother, though lacking real maternal warmth, at least bothered to show up most of the time. As long as I wasn’t troublesome I was allowed to remain by her side. Her passion wasn’t my father but antiquing. When I was younger the three of us would travel around the world in search for whatever would look good in some other person’s home. We have plenty of antiques ourselves, of course, but she seemed to like to buy them for other people. Obviously, like all little boys I loved nothing better than spending an entire afternoon at an Estate sale but there was some recompense for such afternoons. If I behaved, we would go to lunch together. If I was especially well behaved, she would praise me and ice cream would be included with lunch. Now being a little boy, you can guess how often that occurred however, there was one threat that caused me to toe the line. Behave or I’ll drop you off at your Grandmother Sachiko’s home. Don’t get me wrong, I love my Obaasan but as soon as I got out of the car she would put me to work cleaning up the Shrine. Being some sort of Priestess, grandma wore the whole Miko outfit when working. If I didn’t move fast enough, or I didn’t behave she would actually dress me in one as well. Nothing more humiliating than tourists coming up and taking pictures of the cute little girl in the red and white outfit and if I bothered to complain to my mother she would just say I needed to follow directions better.

When I was older I became my cousin’s problem. Not that I have ever been sure they were real blood relatives but I called them my cousins anyway. When not working at the Shrine they ran a successful Dojo on the island and I would spend numerous weekends with those heathens. Let me explain, I am not the largest of people never have been but my cousins were brutes. Aya had already started to teach me martial arts, so as long as I wasn’t caught I could hold my own. I would dance around generally making a nuisance of myself. All good things would eventually come to an end. Still it’s not like they were really trying to hurt me so it became a game.

When I was around twelve years old, I upped the ante when I started kissing my female cousins who were not fast enough. Oh nothing risqué but slight pecks on the cheek and only the girls who I knew didn’t mind, as they tended to be the ones to hit me the hardest when I was caught. On a number of occasions, I contemplated kissing a couple of my male cousins but knew they couldn’t take a joke. Trust me, good-natured rough housing can be fun, broken bones are not. It was about that time my older female cousins begun to tell me that I was very graceful. Just what a boy wanted to hear. When the other boys made fun of me, I mentioned that they were jealous because all of them had the gracefulness of a cow.

Being called graceful, I call it agile, stinks when you’re a boy but it does have some perks. I’m a demon on a surfboard picking up numerous trophies for my age group. Aya got me on my first board at the age of seven so by fourteen I wasn’t too bad. My parents wouldn’t make most of the tournaments but Aya was always there giving me advice. She also pretty well known among the surfboard scene plus to tell you the truth she is smoking hot in a bikini. No, I don’t have those type of feelings for her Aya’s like my older sister but it’s always hilarious watching guys fall over themselves when they meet her. She of course has this calm cool dignity not being rude but clearly telling them to go away.

Lame insults aside, I got along rather well with my cousins, except I do have a bit of a smart mouth. It does tend to get me into trouble. On one epic occasion it totally got the better of me. Around my fifteenth birthday some of my female cousins and my Obaasan were preparing for a spring festival that would include some traditional Japanese Kagura dancing. A couple of my lovely and brave cousins volunteered to try it. I thought they were good but my grandmother didn’t share my beliefs. She became a little angry with them and it didn’t help that I sat off in the corner giving a running commentary on what they needed to do to improve their forms. Aya didn’t disagree; she was just smart enough not to say anything. Finally, my grandmother turned around and said if I could comment on it then obviously, I was better than anyone else was. Stupidly I was up for the challenge; I got on stage and went through the entire dance from beginning to end. I had been watching it for a week and have a very good eye for things. No real difference from the katas I learned and could usually know them quickly. Aya told me later I did the entire performance perfectly. She also wisely pointed out that just because you can do something doesn’t mean you should do it.

Obaasan Sachiko took one look and told me I was hired. Well I quickly objected there were any number of perfectly good girls here and I was a boy. She informed me that there are plenty of males in the Japanese kabuki theatre tradition that dress as females and if I didn’t want to do it, I shouldn’t have volunteered. I didn’t realize I had volunteered. My cousins were ecstatic and all too happy to help me make sure the costume fit me properly. The girls seemed a little too zealous probably getting me back for all of those kisses. I ended up being glad for their help as I had no idea how to put on the costume and putting on makeup was alien to me. I will say that I looked pretty damn good in all of the finery, I wasn’t planning to make it a hobby but at least I wasn’t going to make a bigger fool of myself.

The festival went off without a hitch; my dancing appeared to be very popular. My only real objection was the girls scheduling me to sell charms with them dressed in the red and white Miko outfit. I did it without a complaint. I do love my grandmother and she happens to be the only one in my family who bothers to give me the time of day. At the end, I turned in my costume and said I would be happy to dance again but I refused to dress up like a girl during the rest of the festival. My Obaasan surprised me by saying that I didn’t have to anymore, making me dress up as a Miko was not proper but she just wanted to make sure I learned my lesson. I wasn’t sure what lessons I had to learn that weekend other than to keep my big mouth shut.

Among my cousins, the biggest event in our lives happened at the age of sixteen when they were invited to participate at the Shrine for some sort of coming of age ceremony. They were all put on a boat and taken to one of my family’s private islands where the ceremony would take place. It sounded mysterious. We used to talk about it all the time, trying to figure out the big secret. Of course, no one would tell us but it often wasted a few hours on a raining day talking about it. My sixteenth birthday passed without incident. Oh, I had a good birthday party for a few of my friends and a number of my cousins, but my obvious lack of admittance to the ceremony was glaring. I would like to say that my cousins treated me no different but they did. It’s not that they weren’t friendly but it now seemed a forced friendliness. My younger cousins were the same but with those my age and older it was like some sort of wall appeared. I really didn’t understand it. Actually, it was depressing so I started to distance myself from everyone.

My mother told me I was imagining it. I didn’t bother to bring it up with my father. Obaasan finally sat me down and told me that it was not my path. What she did was started to include me in a lot more duties with the Shrine. It made sense as I was her grandson but as many of my cousins worked there as well, it was a lot less enjoyable.

Aya picked up my mood change immediately and started to change my workout. Since school was out, I was now required to run with her every morning rain or shine. Running in the rain did not improve my mood. She also started to include more weapons training. I’m guessing she figured I wasn’t going to chop my foot off now. I did plenty of weapons training before but she increased the intensity and the frequency of the workouts. It seemed to help.

What actually pulled me out of my newly formed shell was Olina. I almost ran over her while getting ready for one of my tournaments. It was early morning and I was surfing as usual on our private beach. It’s not really a good time to be in the water if you’re afraid of sharks but those guys in the grey suits never bothered me. My mind wasn’t really on surfing. I wasn’t really all that interested in the tournament either. Still I was going through a pipeline when all of a sudden, there was Olina in the water, without a thought I took a header, which ended up being a real Dirty Licking. Now I have had a ton of gnarly wipeouts so I went with the flow but I guess Olina thought I was in trouble. She pounced on me and dragged me out of the surf. Olina then walked away, which I thought was strange. I was guessing that since it was a private beach she thought she would get in trouble for trespassing.

“Hey thanks.” I called out to her. She stopped and looked around as if I was speaking to someone else. “No one else on the beach but you.” I laughed. “I’m Ken Umeki.”

She blushed then walked back to me. “I’m Olina.” A native Hawaiian she wore this little white bikini well the bottom half of it anyway. We spoke for a while as I admired her figure and I was amazed how much we hit it off. Plans were made for the next day to have breakfast on the beach. After that we never did the normal dating thing movies and the like. Coming from a real traditional family she said she wasn’t comfortable going into town. She was ecstatic that it didn’t bother me so we spent entire days roaming the more secluded portions of the islands. We surfed, we swam we just enjoyed each other’s company. She was the first girl I was physically intimate with. I loved her more than life itself.

Towards the end of the summer of my seventeenth year we had been seeing each other now for over a year and Olina and I started to talk about some permanent plans. After High School I would attend the University of Hawaii and we would move in together hopefully on a cottage by the beach. The plans were still going to be over a year away but at least we made some plans. The most obvious obstacles were going to be both of our families. Her family was of course very traditional and mine was, well, my family. The only person in my side who knew about Olina was Aya. I introduced my girlfriend to her over the winter and they got along rather well.

Plans were made for an introduction during one of the later summer festivals. My great Aunt Rika had arrived from the mainland so this was going to be some big production. We talked about it and decided that my family would go first. Actually what kind of left me with no choice was the two of us walking along the beach hand in hand and running into my grandmother. I think I actually hurt my Obaasan’s feelings when I explained that we had been going out for about a year. I should have planned this better, getting my grandmother on my side before I confronted my parents. She of all people would understand the difficulties of getting them to accept Olina. Still she was thrilled about meeting my girlfriend, though Olina was a bit shy. My grandmother like the rest of my family can be a bit intimidating. My Obaasan, however, soon won her over and it was decided that we would have a little intimate family breakfast where I could introduce Olina to my parents.

Thankfully it wasn’t going to be a big production as I didn’t want to scare her off. I woke up way too early and started to drive the cooks and housekeepers insane. Aya finally told me to go to my room before someone strangled me. When the time finally came, I was pleased how everything turned out. My grandmother and Aya had gone to the Shrine to get some last minute festival things finished, my parents were in their rooms getting ready and I placed myself in clear view of the beach. I had hoped for a few minutes of alone time with Olina before the festivities began.

I began to worry when she didn’t show. Aya and my Obaasan came late and were also surprised that Olina had not arrived. My parents of course were affronted, demanding that next time a phone call would be appropriate. When I explained that she didn’t have a cell phone they thought that it was ridiculous. I didn’t stick around to hear Olina insulted and went to look for her. My protector found me later that evening as I stood on top of a cliff overlooking the beach. I had spent the entire day searching for my girlfriend but I couldn’t find her. Aya of course came up with the simplest explanation. Olina’s parents were not allowing us to meet anymore. I was devastated, not only was she gone, but I didn’t even get a chance to say good-bye.

The rest of the week was a blur. I missed the festival, but I didn’t really care. Anya tried to get me to work out with her but my heart wasn’t in it. I spent most of my days in my bedroom or on top of the cliff overlooking the beach. I kept hoping that her parents would see reason, or that she would sneak away but I knew this wasn’t going to happen. Olina loved her parents dearly and if they said to end the relationship no matter how much it hurt she would do it.

Another bomb shell was dropped at the end of the week. My parents and grandmother would be travelling for most of the year and they wanted me to go home with Aunt Rika. They were concerned for me and thought New England would be nice to have change of pace. Going from an elite private school to a New England public High School sounded like quite the change of pace. Going from palm trees and beautiful sandy beaches to New England’s winters sounded just great as well. I fought with them stating I really wanted to graduate with my friends but I knew I was just going through the motions. I wasn’t given a choice, I was moving to Skogshaven.

Authors Notes: A special thanks to djkauf for a little elvish editing. If you like the story please leave a Kudos, if you have the time I would love to hear from you. Thanks to all for reading! - Elsbeth

© Copyright - Elsbeth2011/2012

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 2

Author:

Elsbeth

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

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Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 2
“You know it smells.”

“It so does not.” Rebecca Shisaa punched me in the arm. I hadn’t seen her in over five years since my family dragged me to Skogshaven for a wedding when I was twelve. At least she was willing to show me around town, unlike her brother Ren who wouldn’t even give me the time of day. Well, Rebecca was fourteen, still plenty of time to hate me later. “What, you’ve never been on a bus before?”

“Well, no not really, does an airport shuttle count?”

“No.”

“Oh.” I grinned; to be truthful I had been on a few larger ones in Europe and Skogshaven buses were not that bad. They were less bus and more like the shuttles I had seen roaming around the University of Hawaii but a little bigger.

“So there’s the Library.” She pointed at an old stone structure off the commons. Most of the older structures in town were made of wood this one was stone. Rebecca said that at one time it was used as the town armory.

“Nice, must be a couple of hundred years old.”

“Something like that and of course there’s the park. Did Aunt Rika warn you about not wandering around the woods?”

“Yea about that, so if you get lost in them no one at all will come look for you. I mean, isn’t that a bit strange?”

She rolled her eyes. “Just don’t go in there, trust me; people won’t come looking for you if you get lost.”

“Weird.”

I thought I heard her say you have no idea. Skogshaven, I assumed was like the dozen other New England towns we passed while driving from the Springfield Airport except for maybe the freaky woods. Now that was a change, I flew over in a Learjet 60XR with all of the amenities including a cute fight attendant and my Uncle picked me up in a Dodge 4x4.

“Do you have your list?”

I held up the list we downloaded from the internet. The Massachusetts Board of Education had quite the tally of items for a senior in High school. I really wasn’t sure what I was going to do with half of it.

“I think we can get most of it from Carole’s, if not we’ll have to go to the Mall.” The closet mega shopping was about twenty miles south of town. Carole’s was apparently the town’s one stop shopping center, including a drugstore. I mentioned that there did seem to be a lack of the usual mega chains and Rebecca explained that the city council kept them away. The one store that they had allowed some years back; a discount foodmart, had failed in its first year and had stood abandoned for sometime. Since then the council decided that such stores took away from the picturesque beauty of the town. There was still plenty of shopping possibilities in town but the shopaholic’s would drive to the Outlets around Springfield. The true fanatics would make shopping weekends to Boston or New York.

I missed the rest of what Rebecca said as the bus pulled in front of a large Victorian home. Standing at the bus stop was one of the most striking women I have ever seen. White hair, white sun hat, short green sundress with high-end sunglasses on her face she seemed to be out of place in this small New England town. Paris or Milan yes, Skogshaven no.

“Ouch”

“You’re staring.” Rebecca said unhappily.

“What.” I rub my shoulder Rebecca has quite the punch. “Who is that?”

“Sile Martin, she’s the new town historian.” My cousin grumbled.” She already has quite the following.” That wasn’t hard to believe as I watched the white haired goddess take a seat and start to talk to the other bus riders. I had problems keeping my eyes off this beautiful woman as we rode into town.

“Come on.” Rebecca grabbed my arm. I didn’t even realize that the bus had come to a stop.

Stepping off the bus, I felt a figure pass behind me. “Do you know how to dance?” Turning around I found a number of others stepping off the bus but I’m pretty sure they aren’t the ones who spoke to me. “Rebecca, did you say something.”

“Yes I said hurry up let’s eat first, I’m pretty hungry.”

Kosta’s Pizza took up an entire corner lot and I could tell even before we entered that it was a big teen hang out place. Kind of made sense; at home everyone went to the beach, what else was there to do if you lived in Skogshaven.

“Ken...Ken Umek?” A hulking figure of a guy welcomed me as Rebecca and I walked into the restaurant.

“Mal...what the hell...how did you get to be so huge? Malcolm Kincade all six feet and a half of him stood in front of me. How in the world in five years did he outgrow me by well over a foot? In the scheme of things, it didn’t really seem fair.

Mal laughed and we shook hands. The last time I had seen him was at my cousin’s wedding. It was an auspicious meeting. Mal, Ren and I shared a bottle of Sour Apple Schnapps before the rehearsal dinner. The three of us got totally trashed, embarrassed our parents, though thankfully didn’t ruin the wedding. Not that I remembered much of the wedding, as I had a pretty good hangover. I really thought my father was going to have an aneurism on the spot but it was a fond memory.

“So, been drinking any more Sour Apple Schnapps?”

Mal made a face. “I’ll skip, thanks.” We both laughed and caught up a bit about what was going on with our lives. He was surprised that I was going to school in Skogshaven for the rest of the year. I was still surprised myself. At least the school wouldn’t be totally full of strangers besides Mal there was Miki, who he introduced to me standing behind the counter making pizzas. The delivery of Mal’s pizza order interrupted our conversation.

“You don’t seem the double mushroom and cheese pizza sort of guy Mal.”

He actually looked embarrassed. “Well a friend of mine doesn’t really eat a lot of meat. We’re going to have lunch together.”

“I am going to assume this friend of yours is a she...so not a girlfriend?”

“No not really, she’s just a friend.”

I could tell he would like it to be more. “Good luck.”

I treated Rebecca to lunch of course and she introduced me to as many people as possible. The Shisaa and St. Hill’s weren’t talking to one another still, which had never really been explained to me. The pair of us spent the rest of the afternoon in town gathering supplies and hanging out. Over all it wasn’t too bad a day but I really wasn’t looking forward to going to school the next day.

The Shisaa residence was also out of place, much like Sile Martin. One would expect to see such a residence in Japan, not Skogshaven. The large rectangular Japanese walled enclosure contained the dojo but also a number of family dwellings. It was a bit like communal living but my cousins in the Hawaii enclosure lived pretty much same way. There was even a small Shrine on top of a man-made hill.

Much to my discomfort, I got Ren as a roommate for the rest of the year. I half expected him to pull out a piece of chalk and split the room in half. Thankfully, it turned into the silent treatment, which I could live with. He and I would just pretend each other doesn’t exist. Rebecca offered to share her room, I knew it was a joke mostly but I politely declined after getting a good look at Uncle Masanori’s face.

Having spent enough time with my Hawaiian cousins I knew the next morning would be controlled chaos. Eventually we were all thrown out the door. One of his friends picked up Ren, leaving me with Rebecca and some of my younger cousins at the bus stop. I wasn’t in a particularly happy mood by the time I got to school. Rebecca’s nice enough but the thought of having to spend an entire school year with her friends on the bus was disheartening.

The day looked like it wasn’t going to improve any as the registrar tossed me out of the school office once I was given my schedule. I guess since I was seventeen years old I could figure it out, but still. For someone who disliked the water I was really missing the beach.

No one in home room was familiar and passed without anyone saying hello. It’s a blast being the new guy at school. First period seemed to pick up as I ended up sitting next to one of the St. Hills girls. She was dressed in this Caribbean print dress, which reminded me of what Olina used to wear. Maybe I was missing my old girlfriend but it wouldn’t hurt to be friendly.

“Hi, I’m Ken Umeki.”

She gave me an unfriendly look but it turned to surprise when she found out I wasn’t an Shisaa.

“I’m Agwe St. Hill. Didn’t I see you hanging out with Rebecca yesterday?”

“She is sort of my cousin.”

“Sort of?”

“Well we are not directly related but I have always called them my cousins. My parents kind of forced me on them for the rest of the school year.”

“I see.” Agwe then turned around as class started. Well it was a start, normally we would be throwing things at one another. I always thought both families were crazy but Agwe was pretty cute. Cute and crazy wasn’t all that bad of a combination. I would regret that statement soon enough.

The next two classes went by quickly other than I almost got into a fistfight with Ren. Apparently being friendly to Agwe was a traitorous offence in his eyes. Luckily, I’m agile, not graceful and left him cradling his hand. Punching a metal locker seemed to be somewhat painful.

During lunch, I found myself climbing a old stone wall that separated the front of the school and playing fields. Settling down to eat I got a great view of the sociology of High School life. Most of my classmates didn’t leave the cafeteria but a number of them decided it was a nice enough day to eat outside. When a rather large football player made his way towards a group of cheerleader types, I was tempted to start narrating the mating habits of football jocks. While sitting high above everyone else I caught Agwe’s eye as she spoke to a small red haired girl and a guy I found out later was her boyfriend. She gave me a funny look then a friendly half wave.

Advanced Chemistry was going to be my favorite class, Mrs. Berg was cool and she quickly made sure I wasn’t lost. What was better everyone my age that I knew ended up in the class as well. Agwe sat behind me and the first thing she did was bang her desk into mine. She gave me a grin when I turned around. Mal sat in front of me and as I was curious how the pizza lunch turned out I asked him about his date.

“How’s Morgan.” Agwe asked Mal.

“It wasn’t a date just lunch.” He insisted.

“I wasn’t asking about your date.” She laughed.

“So her name is Morgan.”

“Yeah, and Mal is hopelessly in love with her.”

Mal turned around. “Were just friends.”

“OK Mal, sorry, I’m just teasing you.” Mal looked at Agwe for a second then turned around.

“He’s got it bad.” Agwe whispered behind my head.

“Is she leading him on or something?” I whispered back. I was beginning not to like this Morgan girl.

“Oh no, she’s a sweetheart. Unfortunately, she has someone else.”

“That sucks.” I looked at Miki who took a seat a couple of rows over. He was pretty up beat yesterday today he looked like someone killed his dog. “What’s up with Miki?”

“I heard his girlfriend dumped him during lunch.”

“Nice, I can empathize, my girlfriend broke up with me just before I left Hawaii.”

“Sorry to hear that.” She patted my back softly in sympathy. I was beginning to like Agwe.

The rest of the day held no more teen angst. Sitting on the bus ride home as I tried to ignore my cousin and her friends I decided that spending a year here wasn’t going to be all that bad.

After dinner I quickly finished my home work. Luckily even starting a few weeks late my last school kept me ahead of most of my current classes. Now the problem was spending every evening with my cousins. Aya left me no choice but to work out at the dojo but if possible I needed a plan to keep me out of the house the rest of the time.

“I’m going for a run.”

It didn't take me long to get into the zone. I had already planned my run, which would take me around the woods. There were a number of good running trails, which would at least keep me from getting bored. Normally in a good week I would run a little over twenty miles, hopefully I could keep it up. The idea of running in the snow rather wigged me out. My body was used to Hawaiian winter's not New England's.

Half way through my run a vision of a certain woman who lived in a Victorian home nearby completely changed my running route. No one seemed to be on the trail and I wasn’t going to be cutting through a lot of the woods so I figured, who would it hurt? I was a big boy and if I could orienteer over lava fields, I could handle New England woods. A quick left and I found myself running through some heavy underbrush. So there might be a good reason why people not used to the woods could get lost but I didn’t see why it was such a big deal. Sure enough, I came out right near my target.

“So this is the Skogshaven History Center.”

The white haired goddess was busy sitting on the porch drinking a can of beer when I approached. Wearing skintight jeans and a low cut green blouse she gave me a disinterested look.

“It is, but we’re closed now.”

“Sorry to hear that, I’m Ken Umeki.”

Sile took a sip from a tall can of Murphy's Irish Stout. So she was beautiful and had good taste. Pausing for a second as if thinking it over she said. “Sile Martin.”

“So I was told. I'm sure you don't remember but we shared a bus the other day and I was curious if you might like to go out to dinner with me this Friday.” I couldn't believe I asked her on a date but then rationalized she couldn't be more than twenty two or so, all she could say was no.

She gave me a funny look. “I’m sorry I don’t go out with children.”

“It’s just dinner.” I had to smile, I was sure Mal would understand.

“I see, well I think I’ll have to pass.” Sile stood up to leave. “It was nice to meet you, Ken Umeki.”

Before she walked away, I asked. “Do you like to dance?”

She spun around and took a step forward. “What did you say?”

“I asked if you liked to dance. I thought maybe dinner and dancing. I’m sure we could find a club nearby.”

“You’ve done a lot of clubbing before?”

“I did a little last spring with my friends when I was in Europe.”

“Where?”

“Paris, went to Barrio Latino a few times.”

“I guess you watched the sun come up on the terrace?”

I smiled. “No not really they close at 2am.”

She returned my smile. “Alright Ken Umeki, I’ll go out to dinner with you. I also know a good place for dancing. I also expect something more than pizza for dinner.”

I laughed I had not intended to take Sile to Kosta’s. “I was thinking perhaps Reno’s.” Reno’s was a good steak house that catered to mostly doctors and others who have good-sized expense accounts. My parents claimed it was the only decent place to eat in Skogshaven.

“Good choice.” We quickly shared cell numbers. She then gave me another smile and turned away. “Good night, Ken.”

“Good night, Sile.” I watched her go and as soon as the door closed, I did the snoopy dance for a few seconds on the front lawn. Skogshaven was definitely going to be a lot more fun than I thought.

© Copyright - Elsbeth2011/2012

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 3

Author:

Elsbeth

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

TG Themes:

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 3
Making my way back into the house, I spoke to my Uncle for a few minutes before retreating to my shared bedroom. At least he hadn’t changed; of all my cousins, my Uncle had always treated me as one of the family. Even that didn’t seem to bring me any peace tonight. Falling into bed, I wrapped myself in anger. It had scarcely been a week since my breakup with Olina. She dumped me, so why should I feel guilty about asking Sile for a date. She didn’t even have the decency to say goodbye. However, it wasn’t anger but loneliness that overtook my thoughts as I started to drift off to sleep.

“Master Ken.” A familiar strawberry blonde haired woman loomed over my bed, breaking through my troubled sleep.

“Katie.” Rolling off my bed, I threw myself into her arms. She returned the embrace and at that point, I began to silently cry. With Olina out of my life of all the people, I needed in the world right now it was Katie that I needed the most. It was a dream because there was no reason for her to be in Skogshaven. Katie hadn’t been in my life for five years and it was totally my fault.

Aya was the sister I tried to emulate, but Katie was the bright smiling sister who would always listen to your problems. She joined our household during one of my mother’s antique trips through Ireland when I was about nine years old. Deciding that she needed Aya by her side, my mother made Katie my new nanny. She ended up being in my life for a short time but it would have a large impact on how I view the world.

My parent’s willful neglect always pushed me off balance but it was Aya and Katie who kept me on an even keel. The pair would become my role models. Though they looked at life very differently, I always felt I had a lot to learn from each of them. Aya made sure I understood the value of hard work, but it was Katie who taught me the value of fun. She found joy in the everyday things. True, Katie had this Marry Poppins things going for her but it was contagious.

That joy began to fade around the age of eleven. I remember being angry all the time, usually directed at my absent parents. When we travelled to Skogshaven for the wedding, I found a way to embarrass them. Being a young child, I wanted my parents to see me but I didn’t know of any other way to get their attention. Attention even if it was bad was still attention. Unfortunately, it was not me but Katie who paid that price when she lost her job or so I thought.

“I’m so sorry, I thought they fired you.”

“Hardly” She laughed and pulled me out of the bedroom. “Come, we don’t want to wake up your cousin.” Katie still spoke with a cute Irish accent and I was surprised how much her appearance had not changed.

“I was so mad at my parents when they didn’t allow me to say good bye to you.” Katie found us a secluded part of the house in one of the second kitchens. The best part was the cup of tea in my hand. Katie always made the best tea. “So you have been working for my Aunt all of these years?”

“More or less, Master Ken.” She then whispered. “I‘m sorry my duckling, I wasn’t able to say goodbye either.” No surprise there Katie’s absence was punishment for embarrassing my parents. I started to tell her about my life for the last five years. When I spoke to Katie about Olina, it was as if those five years apart had disappeared. She understood my pain and it was enough that someone else knew. Afterwards we sat there quietly. “It seems Aya didn’t do too bad a job.”

“Well at least I didn’t get her fired.” I said unhappily.

“Don’t fret luv, I think you mother had planned on me staying in Skogshaven.”

Before I could say something I would regret, I felt someone behind me. “I see you two have been getting reacquainted.” Aunt Rika stood at the door to the kitchen; how long she had been there I wasn’t sure. Katie stood up and brushed off her apron.

“Do you require anything from me, Mistress?”

“In a moment, I require Ken right now. Please follow me.” My Aunt quickly turned around and left the room. Katie and I looked at one another.

“Might as well.”

Soon Aunt Riki and I sat seiza-style in front of her favorite Kotatsu in one of the dojo’s side offices. Sitting seiza-style was to me a form of torture, which I knew was banned by the Geneva Convention. Shifting around a little, I felt my legs going numb.

“Uncomfortable?”

“A little, maybe we can turn on the heater?”

“You won’t freeze, dear.” Aunt Rika motioned to Katie who set down a cup of freshly brewed tea. Taking a sip, she smiled. “The tea is excellent as always Katherine, please remain. So Ken how was your first day at school?”

Aunt Rika didn’t want a blow by blow account just a synopsis that she could tell my mother.

“So I was told that you are now friends with Agwe St. Hill.” She took another sip of tea while giving me a frosty look.

“We’re friendly, I don’t know about friends.”

“That’s your decision of course.” Now that came as a surprised. “It’s also came to my attention that your schedule might now allow all of us to eat together.”

“Meaning?”

“With your training and school work, I thought it might be better that your meal times be more flexible.” She turned to Katie. “Katherine dear, since my needs are small will you be so kind to take up your duties once again with Master Ken? His care is now your responsibility. Any meals can be served in the kitchen in the dojo as it’s currently not being used.”

“It would be my pleasure.” Katie curtsied and gave me a small smile. I was stunned. True dinner had been a little uncomfortable but enough to kick me out of the dining hall?

“How about his new bedroom, Mistress Rika?”

“What new bedroom?”

Aunt Rika gave Katie a little frown then shrugged. “Sorry dear, you didn’t know it was supposed to be a surprise. Ken, your mother asked us to renovate one of the older bedrooms for you. It’s not finished yet.”

I smiled that was the best news all day. “Thank you, Aunt Rika. Ren and I aren’t getting along very well now.”

“I know dear and I’m sorry. He has had a bad couple of years and I know his parents are concerned as well. If you can deal with him for a little while longer, we will have your new room finished. I also have a small favor to ask of you.”

“Sure, Aunt Rika, whatever you need.”

She smiled. “Excellent, I heard that you are quite skilled as a Kagura dancer.”

Oh, joy. “I’m guessing this little tidbit of information came from my Obaasan. Why, can’t anyone here do the dance?”

“Yui has been dancing for the last few years but she is off to college. Rebecca has been trying hard but I am afraid is not very graceful. Some of your other cousins are close but from what I saw you will be perfect.”

Katie said afterwards that the look on my face was priceless. “Someone has it on video? Who else has seen it?”

“Your Uncle, most of your cousins. Rebecca and Yui were using the video to help them with their dancing.”

“Please kill me now.” Laying my head on the Kotatsu I seriously considered seppuku. This whole day was totally working me over.

“Nonsense Ken, you did very well, so be proud of your accomplishments.”

For some reason that failed to cheer me up, “I’m also out of practice, almost two years out of practice. Rebecca I’m sure would be a better choice.” I wasn’t going to tell her that like my katas I remembered every move. When she didn’t reply I raised my head. Aunt Rika didn’t appear to be in the argumentative mood. “When am I supposed to dance?”

She smiled. “Two weeks from now, at the Founder’s Festival. I will also need your help with some of the rituals. Oh, before I forget, Rebecca will also be joining you during practice. Yui was a good dancer, but a horrible teacher.”

“What about my outfits, it’s a little difficult to get one to fit me on such short notice.” Thankfully, everything was still in Hawaii with the rest of my things.

“Your grandmother mailed them to us last week. I am sure they just need a little alteration.”

“Of course she did.” Grandma and I were definitely going to be having a serious conversation when I see her next.

The second day of school was anything but uneventful. A few more people greeted me in class. A number of people who sat around me actually acknowledge my presence. Unfortunately, all of this came with a price. One of the girls who talked to me in class had a boyfriend who was a bit of a stalker. Dressed all in black, with a shaved head and some interesting tats he cornered me while I was grabbing my Chemistry book.

“Stay away from my girlfriend.”

“What?” I’ve been in Skogshaven for like three days and was sure I wasn’t making moves on anyone’s girlfriend. For a moment, I thought he meant Sile but I got over it.

“Stay away from Kristen.”

His girlfriend I realized was the one who rescued me from a couple of girls trolling for information on Mal’s crush. They were friends with the Mayor’s daughter who Mal had broken up with over the summer. The girls wouldn’t take ‘ I don’t know Morgan’ as an answer. Nor did they care that I really haven’t seen Mal in five years. Kristen who I can only describe as an orange haired Viking girl stepped in and told them to go away. She didn’t seem to be the type of person to mess with and they took the hint. We had a nice conversation afterwards about beaches in Hawaii. Kristen’s brother had been stationed at Pearl a few years back. It was nice to talk about home.

“Dude, what are you in, junior high? She’s in my English class, of course I’m going to talk to her.” Really, did people act like this anymore? He moved to block my way, which I then spun on my heels faster than he could react and slid right behind him. Unfortunately, the bald guy didn’t bother to move his feet so when the he tried to grab me he ended up falling face first right in front of the Principal

“Eric, what a surprise I haven’t seen you in my office since yesterday.” Principal Byrne stared at my prone attacker with a not so friendly smile on her face. “Ken, go ahead to class, I’ll be having a nice conversation with this young man.”

“So what happened to you?” Miki asked as I walked into Chemistry class. Apparently, my annoyance was written all over my face.

“Seems I made a friend, Eric something or the other…I looked at his girlfriend or something equally stupid.”

Agwe giggled. “So what’s his girlfriend’s name?”

“Kristen, I think.”

“Ex-boyfriend you mean.” Another girl answered as she set down her books. “Kristen is weird but no one should have to deal with someone like Eric. She needs to put a restraining order on him or something.” A few more girls jumped in; apparently Eric doesn’t have the best of reputations.

“So you seem more cheerful.”

Miki took a chair next to me to get away from the feeding frenzy. “It still sucks big time. I thought Melissa and I were...whatever doesn’t matter anymore.”

“You could always take up stalking.”

Miki chuckled. “Yea that’ll go over well, her uncle’s the Sheriff.”

“I’m glad to hear she broke up with Eric.” Mal came over to join the conversation. “Kristen’s a pretty nice girl, you should ask her out.”

“If you can get over the hair color of the week thing.” Miki laughed.

“We were just talking. Actually, I have a date Friday night.” The words came out of my mouth before I could stop them.

“Who?” Agwe banged my desk from behind.

“Wow, aren’t you the playa.” Miki looked impressed.

“Hardly, we met on the bus and I asked her out.”

“So who is she?” Mal asked now curious himself.

“I’d rather not say.” I didn’t believe it myself.

Agwe got up from her desk and gave me the eye. “Alright, I believe you that you have a date, but I expect details on Monday.”

Grinning I raised my hands in surrender. “Fine…fine.” Right then I decided to enjoy my date with Sile. I still missed Olina but I needed to move on with my life in Skogshaven.

Sitting in a tree while watching a massive green dog circling around me I realized that not listening to people who probably knew more than I did had been a mistake. Ignoring that type of advice while in the surf will get you killed and I wasn’t so sure that wasn’t going to happen now. The evening started nicely enough with Katie and me planning our meals for the rest of the week. I was still annoyed that my cousins kicked me out of the dining hall but it did free up time for more of my evening actives. Katie was happy to see that my palate now included more than just macaroni and cheese. She would take care of my laundry and cleaning but I insisted that we dine together. I think it made her day.

Tuesday’s running route took me down most of the paths through the park. They were well made and allowed for a bit of variety during the run. I’m not a real big fan of running in the streets. Too many people don’t pay attention to the cars in front of them much less someone running on the side of the road. My impatience once again got the better of me. It’s something I need to really work on. Realizing I was going to be late for practice at the dojo, a shortcut through the woods seemed like a good idea. It was going to be a much larger short cut than the day before but it would be quicker than running around the park. In addition, the underbrush should give me a decent work out; that was until I ran into the green dog.

Somewhat in the zone, I still needed to be careful of my footing I entered a clearing and stopped. Standing in front of me was the biggest hound I had ever seen in my entire life. The beast was at least four feet at the shoulder and green in color. It was not a cute basset hound but more like the Hound of the Baskerville.

Taking off in a random direction any coherent decisions had left my brain as soon as I looked into its glowing red eyes. The beast quickly followed and I could feel it’s hot breath on the back of my legs. It was at that point I climbed up the nearest tree. So this was the real reason why people didn’t go wandering around in the woods. Sure if someone told me that if you go in the woods you might be eaten I might have believed them. Then again, monster size green dogs were not something one expected to find in the forests of New England.

“OK dog, you had your fun now go away.” I shouted down. Actually, I was surprised I was able to climb this particular tree so easily. There weren’t any real decent hand holds but then again a hound the size of a pony trying to eat you was a real motivator.

It looked up and our eyes met. “Yes…yes…you’re very funny.” I stopped. I could actually tell that the hound thought this whole thing was hilarious. It also wasn’t really planning on hurting me it was just protecting part of the forest were I wasn’t permitted.

“Well then let me go on my way and next time I’ll bring you a bag of treats.”

The hound mulled it over then circled the tree once more before taking off. Carefully I made my way down the tree dropping to the forest floor. “Stupid dog now I’m lost.” Looking around the forest seemed a little different. Pulling out my smart phone it came to no surprise that my GPS app and the actual phone weren’t able to find a connection to a tower or a satellite.

“So no one will search for you if you’re lost.” The thought of leaving my bones in the forest didn’t really appeal to me. The sun was setting so I started to run south it seemed a good as a direction as any or at least I hoped it was south. The undergrowth finally seemed to be thinning out when I suddenly broke through the edge of the forest by the Library. At least from here the direction home was clear. With one last look at the forest, I started forward but stopped when I noticed a young girl watching me. She was sitting high up on one of the branches of this massive oak tree. Dressed in a short white dress, her hair pulled up in braids she gave me a friendly wave. She couldn’t have been more than six or seven years old.

“Are you OK up there? Do you need any help getting down?” There was plenty of traffic on the road but I didn’t see anyone else on the commons.

“No, I’m perfectly safe.” She giggled which I thought made the leaves on the tree twitch. “I’m waiting for friends of mine.”

“Do you want me to wait with you?”

“No, that’s OK, don’t you have to be somewhere?”

I looked up at her surprised. “How did you know?”

“You keep looking at your watch silly.”

“Let me go and tell the people in the library you’re here, just in case your friends are late.” I really didn’t want to leave the girl by herself in the tree. Hopefully I’d run into her parents on their way out. The young girl gave me a smile then shrugged.

In no time at all, I found the librarian. “Ma'am, there seems to be a little girl in the tree.”

The conservatively dressed woman turned around from what she was doing and gave me a warm smile. “Is this girl dressed in a white dress and her hair up in braids?”

“Yes, Ma'am.”

“You’re new to the town I take it?”

“Yes I moved here this weekend.”

She nodded. “You have just seen the White Child.”

“Who?”

“We have had reports for years about a child climbing on Father Oak. Sometimes people just hear her laughter.” She leaned over and whispered. “I thought I saw her when I was little girl.”

We both looked through the window out into the commons towards the tree that the Liberian called ‘Father Oak’ it appeared to be empty. The little girl had vanished. A chill went right down my spine “Is she a ghost?”

“I don’t know.”

“Are you sure she isn’t really there? I’d hate to leave a kid stuck in a tree.”

She leaned over and patted my hand. “You’re a good boy, go home. I promise you no one is in the tree.”

“I think I will, it’s been a strange day.” Large green dogs and ghost children right first thing I was going to do was revise my running routes to keep as far away from the park as possible.

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Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 4

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Elsbeth

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Mature Subjects (pg15)

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Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 4
“You know I have been dressing myself for years.”

Katie helped me with my sports coat without comment.

“You know I also have good taste in clothes.”

Katie didn’t say a lot when she set out my clothes for this evening. Of course, she also hadn’t removed this odd satisfied smile from her face.

“Turn around Luv.” She brushed off my jacket as we both stood in front of a full-length mirror. “Very handsome.”

I rolled my eyes. “Thanks.” However, I did return the smile. Katie made sure I wasn’t going to be an embarrassment tonight. Well, at least in the way I dressed.

“Ken there is a really cool looking car in the driveway for you.” Rebecca came in but stopped. “You look nice; do you have a date or something?”

“Yes, Mistress Rebecca, he does. Do you have your keys, wallet, cellphone? If you’re going to be late call me.”

“Yes mom.”

Katie giggled.

“So, who with?” Rebecca asked and for some reason, there was a little irritation in her voice. I guess she wasn’t allowed to go on dates yet. Realizing that Rebecca didn’t have a high opinion of Sile I just mentioned it was someone I met on the bus. That at least left her guessing as she followed Katie and me down to the carport. I found a half dozen of my cousins drooling over a brand new black BMW 550i convertible.

“What the hell Ken, how did you rate a new car?”

“It’s not exactly his Juro.” Uncle Masanori entered the carport with a set of keys and a pile of papers. Pulling me aside, he passed me everything. “It’s a rather nice care for a seventeen year old Ken. Did you have a car like this in Hawaii?”

“No, I just got my driver’s license recently.” I mostly drove whatever my parents had in the garage at the time. Well there were many nice cars but none of them were mine. “I’m sure it’s my parent’s way of saying sorry we dropped you off in Skogshaven but if you’re going to drive, the Umeki family has to keep up a certain appearance.” The type of car my parents bought didn’t really concern me as long as it had four wheels and was safe to drive; that was enough.

“Sounds like your mother.” My Uncle chuckled. “So who are you seeing tonight? Someone from class?”

“No, I’m taking out Sile Martin.” I looked around. Only Katie knew whom I was taking out to dinner. At that point, I decided it was going to get out anyway but I didn’t raise my voice. “I’m taking her to dinner at Reno’s and then some dancing afterwards.”

“Sile Martin…I see. Where did you meet her?” My Uncle sounded concerned. I really didn’t understand Sile was just the town historian. It must be the age difference. A highly edited version of my meeting didn’t seem to put his mind at ease.

“No worries, we won’t be driving that far Sile mentioned there is some sort of club some place close.”

“The Necropolis”.

“Really? That’s an …interesting name.”

“It’s an interesting place or so I’m told. An acquaintance of Oshun St. Hill is the owner.”

“Who?”

“Agwe mother, so did Sile tell you she wanted to go dancing?” Uncle Masanori had that odd concern in his voice again.

“Actually no, she didn’t agree to go on the date until I mentioned dancing.”

He made that face again. “I see, well be careful tonight.”

“Oh I will; I’m a safe driver. I’ve had enough lessons.” Pulling out of the Shisaa enclosure my Uncle’s obvious concern bothered me. I couldn’t imagine that the club was all that bad, I’m not really into the Goth scene but I did know some people who went to the ‘Salvation’ club in Honolulu pretty regularly. It’s this big BYOB dance club, lots of dancing and plenty of drinking. Uncle Masanori seemed to be overly concerned but compared to my parents’ reaction to most things it was refreshing.

The rest of the week had gone by without incident. Keeping far away from the park, I didn’t see any more Green Hounds or White Children. A number of times I thought about asking someone about these experiences. Asking others at school seemed like a bad idea though. A reputation as a crazy person would make the rest of the year difficult. I thought about asking my Uncle. Would he believe me? I couldn’t believe it myself. What would he have said if I told him I thought my date spoke to me in my head about dancing? Actually, I was afraid that if I did tell someone they would just say that’s normal for Skogshaven.

My date’s appearance immediately cheered me up. Sile walked out of the door dressed in this little sexy green sleeveless lace mesh dress. She might have said something about the car but I sort of missed it. Her smile showed the dress had its desired effect. “You look very nice.”

“You do too.” I stammered as I opened her car door. My brain felt a little fuzzy for a few seconds.

“So, tell me a little about yourself ,Ken.”

Not very interesting but it was a start. The conversation did pick up once she found out I was rather well travelled. Apparently, she had spent a lot of time in Paris recently; I could tell she really missed it. Our conversation continued as we walked into Reno’s. Reservations made finding a seat painless although it wasn’t exactly packed. We did find out that we had another thing in common. We both like our steaks rare. Want to actually taste the meat, cook it rare. The thought of cremating a perfectly good cut of meat annoyed me to no end. Unlike many other restaurants, if you want the meat still moving Reno’s would be happy to serve it to you. Bell included.

The two of us quickly put away a stack of lettuce wraps, stalks of broccoli, potatoes the size of your head and two twelve ounce New York strip steaks. Now I haven’t been on many dates but for the most part the girls picked the smallest salad and I know they were still hungry by the end of dinner. Sile finished everything but some of the wraps and broccoli. She didn’t really seem to be a green vegetable sort of girl.

“Sile?” Skipping the dessert we did decided to have some coffee when a large well-dressed man approached the table. He looked familiar.

“Good evening, Greg.” Sile took a sip of her coffee without looking up. “All alone tonight?” The large man looked down at me I decided to stand up.

“Ken Umeki.” We shook hands.

“Greg Kincade. You’re in my son Mal’s class aren’t you?”

“Yes sir.” The tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Mal’s father looked like he wanted to say something else but didn’t. Sile just sat drinking her coffee with an odd smile on her face.

“Well, have a good night, you two.”

Watching him walk away, I sat back down. “That was…really…really odd.”

“Don’t worry about it, so do you know Mal well?” We talked about Mal for a few minutes while we waited for the check. She was amused that I ran into him at Kosta’s buying double mushroom and cheese pizzas. She was in hysterics when I told her the story about the Schnapps.

“So we’re going to ‘The Necropolis’ my uncle thought that might be where we are going tonight.”

“I hope you don’t mind.”

I laughed. “Why would I mind, I told you dinner and dancing, right?”

The club was located in a section of one of those megastores that sell everything from food to televisions. They seem to do rather well in other towns I wondered why it failed here. Several other smaller stores were planning to open to fill in the rest of the space. “Seems like a good crowd tonight.” A few dozen cars sat in the parking lot and there was a line of people waiting to get into the club. Surprisingly we went straight to the front door.

“Sile.”

“Pavel, busy as always. This is Ken; he is with me tonight.” Most of the time the door attendants were these huge hulking guys but Pavel was short and compact. He seemed the type that could toss a car, if asked. Pavel gave me a once over then let us pass into the club. As the doors opened, the music hit me in the chest like a physical thing. It was dark, with lots of flashing lights but after a few minutes, it wasn’t too bad. Paying for the cover Sile picked up a blue wristband and I put on a white with me being underage.

Out of the darkness, a blue haired young woman in a black and red bustier approached as we passed the edge of the bar. She was beautiful. oozing sexuality at every step. It was intoxicating. Skogshaven seemed to have an inordinate amount of beautiful women. “Sile, sweetie I didn’t expect to see you tonight. Pavel didn’t think you would be back until next weekend.” Her accent was hard to place; a mixture of French and Spanish.

“Nina.” Sile greeted her without any enthusiasm. They gave each other these air kisses on each cheek.

“So who is this scrumpish looking tidbit?” This beauty walked directly up to me sliding her arm through mine. As she talked, she stroked my arm making it hard to concentrate. ”Why he’s almost good enough to eat. Don’t tell me you have a date?”

“Ken Umeki this is Nina Ombre. She’s the owner of ‘The Necropolis’.” Sile introduced us without any emotion in her voice.

Tiny shadow, an interesting name, I wonder if it was her real name. “Nice to meet you.” I tried to pull away but her grip was like steel. Her touch was also really beginning to annoy the hell out of me.

“Oh you’re sweet. See, Sile always comes here all alone. So hard for her to make…friends…in Skogshaven unlike back home. Yes?” She gave Sile a sad pouty face. Pressing her breasts into my arm, she crooned. “Maybe you’d rather be my friend Ken.”

I had enough I broke Nina’s grip and moved next to Sile putting my arm around her waist. “Maybe another time Nina, Sile and I seem to be hitting it off rather well. We had a nice dinner and we thought we would do a little dancing.”

Nina smile left her face as she looked at me confused and then maybe a little concerned. “Yes, well you two have fun tonight.”

It was difficult to see her small form as it disappeared into the shadows, like I said it was a good name. “So what’s her problem?” I wasn’t hard to tell that Sile and Nina wasn’t on the best of terms.

Sile gave me a questing look. “I knew her in Europe, in Paris. So what do you think of her?”

“Nina?” I could still feel her touch on my arm. “She’s a little over the top.”

Sile laughed, reached over and kissed me lightly on the lips. “You are full of surprises; come on let’s dance.”

Being agile, I’m a good dancer. Sile however was on a totally different level. The thought even crossed my mind to convince her to dance in the upcoming festival. The way Sile’s body moved with the music it was as if the music kept time with her and not the other way around. Even her hair seemed to keep to the beat. Those around her were affected by her dancing as well seemingly dancing in sync. As the night wore on, I felt as if I had been drinking. The energy in the room was electric it became almost a physical thing.

“How you feeling?”

“Great...other than our little welcome, it’s been a lot of fun.” I looked around a lot of the dancer who were with us had already left the club.

Her eyes sparkled pulling me in. “I’m glad, come it’s getting late. We need to go anyway; the crowds that come in later...well it won’t be safe.” Sile didn’t bother to explain as we exited the club. The town seemed different to me as if my senses were heightened. I could smell the changing of the season; I could almost feel the rays of the moon splashing across my skin. For some reason I knew the route I had intended to drive home was no longer safe and took a longer drive around the forest. Somehow, we made it back to her house.

“That was fun, Ken, I had a good time.” Sile and I stood in front of her door.

“Enough to go out with me again?”

“How about Wednesday?”

I laughed. “Excuse me.”

She looked embarrassed. “So what do you know about Skogshaven history?”

“Absolutely nothing.”

“We have another thing in common then.” She giggled. “I need help with some new exhibits. Mostly opening boxes but I do need help with inventory. “

“Sounds good, I’ll bring the steaks.”

Sile wrapped her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. For a brief moment darkness seemed to encroach upon me and when I opened my eyes, I watched her stumble away as if drunk. I could understand the feeling. By no means was I a stranger to a good kiss, but wow.

All I needed to top the night was to wake up my roommate. Thankfully, there were no incidents on the drive home and I wasn’t pulled over by the police. How do you explain the feeling of drunkenness without drinking? What I really needed to do was unwind but it was too late for a run and working out in the dojo wasn’t a good idea.

Falling into the bathroom, I start to take off my clothes but stopped. “What the hell?” Standing in front of the mirror, I could see in the reflection my body covered in tattoos. One tattoo was etched to my forehead, one on my throat, one over my heart, one on my stomach and one etched over each wrist. A feeling of pure anger almost overwhelmed me. I have never felt such intense hatred before; it was as if it was a different person inside of me. Without thinking, I started to manipulate the tattoo on my right wrist.

Miki covered his mouth in a yawn. It had been a long night. Frank’s kid getting sick didn’t help. Having to clean up the pizza parlor’s kitchen by himself there was no way he was going to get out until after 2am. A shadow moving across the top of one of the closed stores made him jump. He suddenly realized that Skogshaven could be pretty spooky at two in the morning. “Probably a stray cat.” He laughed and made his way to his car.

Miki stopped. His little red Honda sat under one of the few lights in the parking lot. He couldn’t believe his sight. A cute Japanese girl, wearing a real schoolgirl uniform was sitting on the hood of his car. As he approached he almost lost his mind, she was also wearing cat ears. The whole cosplay thing was too good to be true only the fact that she was flipping through one of his sketchbooks kept him from totally geeking out.

“Hi, can I help you?”

“Oh, there you are Miki, why are you getting out so late tonight?”

“Frank’s son got sick. Do I know you?”

“My name is Kimiye.”

“Are you related to the Shisaa family?” Miki took a step back he thought that her eyes changed color. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“You’re a really good artist, are you thinking of doing this for a living?”

Miki stood there stunned it was as if she was reading his mind. Melissa his old girlfriend didn’t think that he could get a ‘real’ job as an artist. He was planning on going to an art school in Boston after graduation, if his parents were willing to pay for it.

Suddenly she looked around, her head going back and forth. “Miki, it’s time to go home…Now” She passed him the book and slid across the hood to stand in front of the passenger door. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

“Yea, sorry.” Without thinking, he opened the door to this strange girl. He slipped into the driver’s seat. “Are you going home with me?” Miki looked at his passenger who was sitting there with a funny smile on her face. “I mean do you want me to drop you off someplace.”

“Let’s go, Miki.” He quickly started the car and began the long drive home. He was surprised when she started to give him directions; taking him a different way than he normally went. “So what happened with Melissa?”

“Oh well, we have been going out since our sophomore year.” He didn’t know why he told her, this stranger with cat ears but he felt better doing it. All of his recent worries fell away. Next thing he knew he looked up and found himself in front of his house. Once the car came to a stop, she slid into his lap.

“Miki, trust me you’ll find a girl one day that will share your dreams.” She reached up and kissed him. Miki felt as if his body had caught on fire.

© Copyright - Elsbeth2011/2012

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 5

Author:

Elsbeth

Caution:

CAUTION: Language

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

TG Themes:

School or College Life

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Posted by author(s)

Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 5

“Seems like someone had a very good time.” A disappointed sounding voice broke through my heavy slumber.

“What?” Opening my eyes, I expected to be lying on my bed but the view of leaves and branches almost caused me to fall out of my precarious position. “Why am I in a tree?”

“I was about to ask you the same question, luv.” Katie stood at the foot of the large tree that dominated the center of the enclosure. “Careful there ducky, lest you fall on your head.”

At least I was clothed, well in my boxers. Dropping to the ground without breaking my legs it seemed that I had somehow managed to hurt my right hand. It felt really strange. “Did anyone else see me?”

“None of your cousins mentioned it so I think you’re in luck.” Katie leaned towards me and gave me a good sniff. “You don’t reek of alcohol. Let me see that hand.” She then lunged towards me.

Stepping out of her way seemed prudent, she was really mad. Visions of the whole Schnapps episode must be flashing through her mind. ”Honest Katie, I didn’t have a single drink. I remember dropping Sile off at her house and making my way into my room.” Unfortunately, it was all a little fuzzy after that point. “It’s nothing I think I just slept on it. That’s it, maybe I was sleepwalking.” I said hopefully.

Katie looked at me for a good long minute then nodded. “Perhaps, go get washed up dearie and I’ll make you some breakfast.”

Retreating in good order back to my room, I thought lady luck was with me but apparently not as I immediately ran into Rebecca. She didn’t seem pleased with me either. It was going to be a very long day if I kept making the female members of my family angry. Before my cousin could say anything, I said. “Don’t forget were going to practice today; I’ll meet you in front of the shrine after breakfast.”

Standing in front of my bathroom mirror startled me for a moment without knowing why. Memories after coming home from Sile’s house still eluded me but I did remember the kiss and the dress. Over all it was a rather odd morning, which didn’t get better as Katie continued to be upset with me throughout breakfast.

Seems I was batting a thousand when Rebecca met me in front of the Shrine. Ren had told her over her own breakfast that I had been on a date with Sile. I must have apologized a dozen times before she was mollified enough to concentrate on practice. Well that and a promise I would take her out to the movies on Sunday.

“Is Sile a good dancer?” Rebecca continued to pry me for details about my date.

Good didn’t cover it but I wasn’t going to tell my cousin that. “She’s very graceful.” It seemed safe enough. “You’re not all that bad yourself, you just need more practice.”

“Really? “

“Yes really. I have no idea why your grandmother insists that I do the dance. You’re a shrine maiden; I’m obviously not really qualified.”

“I thought you looked very pretty dressed as a Miko.” She said shyly.

Great, someone has photos of that, too. “You do know that’s not something a guy really wants to hear.”

Rebecca giggled then frowned. “The dance, it’s still very complicated.”

“Well your grandmother did pick an Izumo-ryu- Kagura for the festival but think of it this way, you’re just telling a story. The sun goddess hides in a cave which plunges the world into cold and darkness.” I stomped off into my pretend cave making a fist at the sky as I turned away. ”The goddess of party goers, which who also, happens to be the goddess of the dawn” Running up I made a happy face then I did a little wild sexy party dance. “convinces the rest of the gods to party outside the sun goddess’ cave to hopefully make enough noise so she’ll come out.” Standing outside my pretend cave doing the Cupid Shuffle I’m suddenly the sun goddess again. Acting surprised, I join in the fun and we start doing the Jerk.

Soon she was laughing. I hoped that calmed her down enough so she could concentrate. Getting into place, I went through the Izumo-ryu- Kagura gradually pointing out to her what helped me remember each of the complicated movements. After running through the dance a few times, I motioned that it was her turn.

Rebecca seemed to have no confidence in her skills at all. Stopping and starting at every small mistake, she soon became frustrated. Before she broke down in tears, I reached over gently touching her hand and moved it in the correct way. Soon I stood behind my cousin helping her with each dance step. With gentle touches and small words of encouragement, Rebecca soon was able to move through the entire dance perfectly. Before I could praise her, she was dancing again. I moved without understanding and this time we were in perfect sync her body suggestively pressing into mine. We didn’t stop, I didn’t know how. A familiar drunkenness crept into my brain when my senses sharpened. When Rebecca gasped, I quickly moved forward catching her with one hand as she collapsed.

“What did you do to her, Ken?” My Aunt stood at the top of the stairs. Another female relative was angry with me.

Whipping my head around to show I had enough, fire burned through my stomach. Blood drained from Aunt Rika’s face when I started to yell in Japanese. “What did you just say, Ken?”

Startled I was now just as confused. What did I just say? “Rebecca fainted.” Gently holding my cousin in my arms, I slowly set her to the ground. “We were just dancing.”

My Aunt shouted down the stairs and three of my other cousins joined us. “Please step away from her, Ken; we’ll take care of it.”

“Aunt Rika, I didn’t do anything.”

“Please, Ken.”

Moving away, they picked Rebecca up and carried her downstairs back towards the enclosure. Without another world she turned away leaving me all alone in front of the Shrine.

Katie found me sometime later as I sat at the top of the stairs.

“How is she?”

“She’s fine Ken, she just fainted.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

Katie took a seat next to me. “I know.”

I leaned my head on her shoulder. I felt like I was eight again. “Can I go home now?”

The rest of the weekend I spent mostly by myself. When I tried to see Rebecca, I was told she was sleeping. With Sunday’s plans obviously cancelled, Aunt Rika said I was to continue to practice by myself. Next weekend’s dance was still my responsibility.

“So you went on a date with Sile Martin.” Ren of all people interrupted me while I was sitting at my desk brooding late Sunday night. “Man, she is one hot smoking babe.”

“Well you told Rebecca.”

“Sorry, I was just teasing her. You know she has a crush on you.”

“Yeah, I sort of finally figured that one out on my own. I like her and all but...”

“She’s your cousin.” Ren nodded in understanding. “Oh don’t worry about her fainting. She’s anemic or something and skipped breakfast so she could dance with you.”

“Crap thanks, now I feel ten times worse.”

“Do me a favor, Ken.”

“Sure, as long as it doesn’t involve me dressing up like a girl.”

“But you’re a ‘pretty’ girl, I saw the photos.” He laughed.

“Asshole.” I had to smile.

“I am at that. Man, be careful with Sile, OK. She’s...well just be careful with her.”

I turned all away around from my desk and could actually see concern on his face. “OK, Ren, sure no problem.” What was the deal, Sile was the Town Historian. I mean she was an above average kisser but dangerous?

Rebecca was her bright smiling self the next morning. As we stood together at the bus stop, she apologized for fainting telling me of her anemia. She also convinced Aunt Rika to let her continue dancing. We would now be supervised so another set of eyes could be kept on her but she was ready to start practicing again. I also still owed her a movie.

My cousin was actually more energetic than usual; sleeping all weekend probably had something to do with it. It did nothing to help my headache that I started the day with. It felt like someone was stabbing me between the eyes. The first half of the school day was a total blur I wasn’t able to concentrate until Chemistry class.

“You OK?”

“Hey, Miki. Yea I’ve had a headache most of the day.” I looked up and smiled painfully. “You seem pretty chipper for a Monday.”

He laughed. “I had a pretty good weekend, I met a girl.”

“Good for you man, someone I know?”

Agwe dropped her books on her desk. Did she have to be so loud? “So did I hear Miki had a date?”

“Seems he met a girl.”

Agwe stared at me for a few seconds. It was a little uncomfortable before she turned to Miki. “So what’s her name? Do I know her?”

He looked embarrassed. “She told me but I can’t remember.”

We all looked at one another then laughed. Agwe chided him. “That’s rule number one Miki, remembering her name. Girls like that. Did you at least get her number?” He then told us a little of the meeting. We all thought he was a little crazy to allow some strange girl in his car at two o’clock in the morning.

“So what’s with the whole cosplay thing?” I asked.

“She didn’t explain it to me, but I thought it was pretty cute. What’s not to love about catgirls? Come on man. Those ears are pretty sexy if you ask me.”

“I didn’t know you were an artist Miki?” Agwe apparently didn’t seem to like the direction in which the discussion was heading. ” I would love to see your work.”

He reached over and pulled out a sketchbook from his backpack. “This is the first time I brought my work to school. I never thought I was any good.”

Agwe took the book and began to flip through the pages. “These are…very good Miki.” Looking at the book over her shoulder, I nodded.

“I guess hearing from someone who really liked my work gave me some much needed confidence. I thought they were going to flip when they found me asleep in my car. Afterwards, I told my parents about going to an art college after graduation.” Before we could hear more, Mal came into the room and walked straight up to me.

“So how was your date with Sile Martin?”

“Oh hi, Mal, that’s right I ran into your dad at Reno’s.” I didn’t bother to press him for an explanation on his father’s strange behavior. “Had a good time.”

Agwe looked shocked then she gave this mischievous little grin. “So tell us more, ‘had a good time’ is not going to be good enough, my friend.”

“Who’s Sile Martin?” Miki asked.

“Town historian.” I answered. Filling in a few more details of the date, Miki eyes opened wide when I mentioned ‘The Necropolis’.”

“I wanted to take Melissa there but she didn’t want to go. She didn’t think her parents would approve.”

“The owner is…different; I’ll admit but the club itself was pretty cool.” Turning to Agwe I said. “My Uncle said your mom is good friend with Nina.”

“You met her?” Agwe made a face. “I wouldn’t call them friends but she does know her.”

Mal especially seemed interested in asking me some more questions. Mrs. Berg coming into the classroom saved me from having to talk about the rest of my date. Not that there was much else I was going to tell them. Waking up in a tree in my underwear was definitely a no.

Another run in with Eric was bound to happen. Monday seemed as good enough day as any. So I wasn’t too surprised when I spied him coming towards me. “Umeki you’re dead meat.” Eric announced over the quiet of the library. Miki who had been helping me find some books for an upcoming project raised an eyebrow.

“My friend Eric.”

He nodded as we watched him cross from the other side of the library. “Is he really going cause trouble inside school?” Miki took a couple of steps back. I should’ve really have been more concerned but something inside me thought the whole thing was laughable. “I’ll go get a teacher.”

I nodded to Miki but didn’t keep my eyes off Eric.

“You got me suspended.”

“You did it to yourself idiot, so now what; you’re going to get expelled?” Laughing I shifted my right foot back and bent my knees. My head felt fuzzy why I was bantering with this guy?

Eric came to a halt then took a startled step back. “Man you’re…nuts.” Something scared him, what it was I had no clue. Then he was off moving away and out the other exit. Miki came running up with one of the teachers moments later. Explaining that nothing happened took more time than the incident itself.

The rest of the week was pretty prosaic and I was looking forward to my date with Sile. Uncle Masanori became our dancing chaperone. Something passed between Aunt Riki and me over the weekend. She seemed to be staying away or at least it seemed that way. Katie on the other hand appeared to have forgiven me for waking up in a tree.

“You’re favoring your left hand.” Katie caught up to me as I was walking out the door.

“A guess feels like I slept on it last night. At least I didn’t wake up in a tree this morning.” Grinning I allowed her to look at it. She frowned and looked at me for an uncomfortable minute. “If it begins to bother you again you need to go to the doctor.”

Smiling, I kissed her on the cheek. “I won’t be out late but Sile needs help. She is going to be slammed with foot traffic this weekend. If I don’t get out of here now Uncle Masanori is going to make me clean the Shrine again.”

The rest of the town was preparing for the Founders Festival. The enclosure had been scrubbed from top the bottom and all sorts of decorations were being placed inside and outside the walls.

Sile wrapped herself around me as she met me at the door. Kissing made us both a little woozy; it was very nice. “Hi.” She said, her eyes sparkling.

“Hi yourself, I come bearing steaks.” Still in my arms, I kicked the door closed behind me and brought her into the hallway. Jumping out of my arms, Sile looked up with this odd half smile on her lips.

“You seem different. I can’t put my finger on it though.”

“Same old me.”

“Well I’m glad you’re here; I have a half a dozen boxes to go through and I need help with setting up one of the exhibits.” Seemed like a lot of work for one person but she did say that on Friday she was going to have more help. “I’m guessing you’re going to be busy Friday?”

“I have to go through a rehearsal in costume.” Shifting the last box in my hand, we made a space for several new exhibits. “Plus I’m sure my Uncle will have dozens of other things for me to do.” Sile found it all amusing although she did think that I was a pretty good choice. She had seen me dance at ‘The Necropolis’.

“Well hopefully, this is my last time dancing the Kagura. Rebecca can do it from now on.” While brushing my hands off I finally admitted. “You know it’s not really all that bad, I do like dancing.”

“I knew there was a reason why I liked you.” Sile sauntered up to me and smiled. “And to let you know I do expect to have a private showing.”

We even got around to cooking the steaks.

Eric Sullivan kicked his Kawasaki KLR 650 into high gear. He was late picking up his girlfriend. His mother had come home all messed up as usual, so it had been up to him to put his kid sister for bed. He was so ready to get out of this town and it didn’t matter which direction. The only thing that stopped him was his sister but Social Services were almost at the point in taking her away. “It’s probably for the best.”

Pulling up at the end of his girlfriend block, he looked at his watch. Seems she was late as well.

“Sorry babe, Jessica’s parents caught her climbing out the window.” A voice from the shadows made Eric turn around.

“Who the hell are you?”

“Not a very nice way to talk to your date tonight…I’m Kimiye.” A small Japanese girl slunk out of the darkness. Wearing tight red leathers, her raven black hair was put up in such a way to make it seems as if she wore ears. Running her hand over the side of the bike, the young girl smiled. “Not a bad ride, your no Bo-so-zoku Eric, but you’ll do.”

The Bo-so-zoku if he remembered correctly had been pretty big biker gangs in Japan back in the day. “Sure baby, hop on.” Did he tell her his name? How did she know his girlfriend? “Do I know you?”

Leaning over she easily straddled the bike and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Does it matter? Come on let’s go to the school; I have something exciting to show you.”

When she started to rub her hands over his chest, any other questions seemed not so important. Starting his bike, the pair headed off into the darkness.

© Copyright - Elsbeth2011/2012

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 6

Author:

Elsbeth

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

TG Themes:

School or College Life

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 6
Crap, not again. Instead of looking up and seeing my bedroom ceiling, all I could see was the early morning sky. At least this time I was not in a tree. How I ended on the roof of the dojo was still beyond me, even with sleepwalking. Sitting up, little twinges of pain reminded me of last night’s fun and I had to smile. Sile was very energetic. Looking down I discovered one of several bruise marks on my body. “She bit me.” Laughing I had forgotten, I retaliated and started biting her back. Things might have gotten a little out of hand at that point but it was a lot of fun. Stark reality washed over me. Here I was sitting on top of a roof, in only my boxers and covered with bite marks. I must be nuts. If Katie found me like this, I would be more than just dead.

Slinking across the top of the roof, I climbed down to a lower section and quickly crossed to my Uncle’s house.

“Why must she come here for practice?” Stopping my progress, I listened to the conversation. My Aunt Rika’s voice easily carried in the morning air. She didn’t seem very happy. “Let her practice in the woods.”

“Kah-Chan please, I made a promise. In addition, this summer we found that certain areas of our training were lacking. She would be an excellent person for us to spar against.” My Uncle seemed equally less pleased with his mother. I wondered whom they were talking about. Turning away prospective students wasn’t really in the best interest for the dojo. Thoughts of Katie seeing me covertly listening to my Aunt’s conversation forced me to continue my escape to my bedroom.

Dropping down something inside me told me to quickly change my landing and with one hand, I grabbed on a low hanging drain. Before coming to terms with the impossibility of what I just did, I looked down to discover my cousin Sora. Falling on him would have been disastrous and painful. Remembering that he made bagels at Eastside Deli in the mornings before school I watched him cross the yard towards the carport before I leaped to the ground. Making bagels seemed an odd thing to do until he showed me his brand new motorcycle; apparently, there was good money in it.

Finding my clothes where I left them reinforced my belief that I must have been sleepwalking. Seeing that I still had several hours before I had to get up for school, I slipped under the covers while thanking all gods, saints and whoever else was listening for my good fortune.

“Cindy, good morning.” Cindy Rose looked up as one of the other Deputy Sheriffs entered the police station. She had been working third shift this week and was ready to go home and sleep. The Department wasn’t large; besides the Sheriff there were five Deputies who policed Skogshaven. The set up was a complete departure from most other Massachusetts towns where the County took care of most Police problems. If there was an issue larger than the Skogshaven Sherriff Department could handle they would call the County for assistance; other than that they policed their own.

"Hi Justin." She grinned.

“Why are you so cheerful?” Deputy Sheriff Justin Blackstock gave his fellow officer the eye. He looked down at the dispatch that she handed him. “In a tree really?” Someone had tied Eric Sullivan naked to a tree in front of the school. Eric had been one of the town’s problem children for some time.

“The Principal asked for Dan but he is working the afternoon shift so Cindy can get some rest.” Little Katelyn had been born two weeks before and both parents have been stumbling around like zombies. Thankfully, Dan’s mother was coming into town for a few weeks to help.

“And I’m his backup.” Justin nodded as he turned back around and headed towards his patrol car. There wasn’t a clear understanding on why Dan's was needed for this call. It sounded like a group of Eric’s peers had finally decided enough was enough. The boy was fortunate it wasn’t a bullet in the head. Pulling up in front of the school the Deputy could see a large group of students congregated around ‘Sister Oak’. He could only imagine that Eric would be making his debut on YouTube this morning. The question was why he hadn’t been cut down.

“Heidi, can you please get these students to class?” Rachel Byrne, the Principal of Skogshaven High, was standing off to the side with several other teachers.

Heidi Mitchell, the school’s Vice Principal waved when she saw Justin approach.

The young Sheriff gave a self-conscious smile while watching two school workers unsuccessfully try to remove the ropes tied to the trapped student. Eric didn’t appear to be happy but at least someone covered him with a blanket.

“Go ahead and go back to class Margret, the Sheriff’s department is here so we will have enough help for now.” Rachel Byrne nodded as the Deputy Sheriff drew close. Greeting the two departing teachers, he marveled how much things had chanced since he was a student at SHS not so many years ago.

“Good morning Justin.”

“Good morning Rachel.” He was about to ask why Eric hadn’t been taken down from ‘Sister Oak’ when Francine Berg came over and answered his question.

“Hi Justin, the rope’s been enchanted Rachael and a good one. We might need some help.” The Deputy Sheriff now knew why Dan was asked to be on this call. “Also, Phil called in; he is going to need help in getting Eric’s motorcycle out of the pool.”

Just took out his notebook and began to take notes. Tossing a motorcycle into the school pool was going to cause the taxpayers a lot of money. Rachel covered her hand on the notebook. “Put it away Justin, the Coven is going to have to deal with this one.”

The Deputy shook his head. “That might be, Rachel, but it’s destruction of public property among other offenses. You do what you can on your end and we’ll work it out on our end.”

The principal frowned then nodded. “Francine, we might as well contact Eshne now, she is going to have to get Emma involved.”

Deputy Sheriff Justin Blackstock continued to take notes. If he just heard correctly, they were going to be contacting the Coven’s High Councilor and its Inquisitor. It was going to be a long morning.

Rubbing my throat in front of Katie provoked the response I was dreading. “No, I’m fine.”

She shook her head. “Let me see...open your mouth. With all of your complaints lately I wonder if you’re coming down with something.”

“It might be a good time for Ken to take a few days off from school.” I jumped as my Aunt entered the carport. We hadn’t exactly been on speaking terms since this weekend’s incident with Rebecca.

“No really, I’m fine.”

“Never the less, the festival is a very important event for this family. I have already called your school. You’re excused from going back this week. Also, please make sure not to run off anywhere, we will need your help setting up all of the decorations. Sile can take care of herself.” Without another word, my Aunt turned around and left the carport leaving Katie and me confused.

If this was supposed to be punishment, it was a good one. I’ve never been someone who could just to sit around and do nothing. By lunchtime, I had already cleaned up the Shrine again and helped my Uncle with a half a dozen other small projects by the time everyone came home from school.

“Where were you?” Ren came into our bedroom as I was finishing up a History report.

“I’m sick.”

“You don’t look particularly sick.”

I shrugged. “Your grandmother decided I should take the rest of the week off.”

Ren began to laugh. “She’s afraid you’re going to hurt yourself before the festival. She will have kittens if you don’t do the dance. She’s been driving my mom insane.”

“Please give my Obachan my apologies.” Now I knew why my Aunt Emmi had been gone all day. My Uncle said she was out shopping; most likely, she was hiding out at the mall.

“Oh you missed something exciting.” Walking up to me, he opened his phone to show me a photo of some guy tied to a tree. “Seems Eric Sullivan finally managed to piss off the wrong people. Took forever to get him down, they used some sort of industrial grade rope or glue or whatever.”

Looking closely I realized that it was Eric, it was difficult to tell without his usual black leather jacket and clothes. “What happened to his motorcycle?”

Ren grinned. “They dumped it into the pool.”

How did I know he had a motorcycle? Feeling light headed again I wove my way back to my bed. Ren decided to leave me alone for the rest of the night since I was obviously not kidding about not feeling well.

My Aunt must have known something was going on with me. I had trouble concentrating most of Friday, almost feeling detached from my own body. Katie wanted to take me to the hospital but she was over ruled. My Aunt was convinced it was just nerves over the next morning’s festivities. The only time I felt like myself was when practicing the Kagura. The movements seemed to calm me much like when I go through my katas.

“Ken, time to get up.”

Opening my eyes, I found Katie standing above me. I turned towards my alarm clock and at the still dark sky. “You do know it’s six in the morning right?” Saturday’s events were still far off enough for me to get another hour of sleep or two or three.

“And you have a lot to do, Luv.”

Helping me out of bed, she pointed me in the direction of the baths. “How do you feel this morning?”

“OK I guess. I take it I’m taking a bath.”

“Yes.”

Concluding that my entire weekend had been planned out to the very second, I followed without comment. The bathhouse was towards the dojo and was reminiscent of the traditional public baths found in Japan. One section was more private where Katie and whomever else my Aunt had Shanghai would help me get ready for the day.

“Katie, I’ll take it from here why don’t you get breakfast ready.” Aunt Rika intercepted us before we entered the baths. “Rebecca will be down soon to help as well.” Katie looked puzzled for a moment then nodded. “Nothing too heavy, he doesn’t need to get sick in the middle of the festival.” A large breakfast didn’t sound particular appetizing so it was probably for the best.

“How are you feeling, Ken?”

“OK I guess, a little better than yesterday I think.” She seemed relieved and I could only guess she was stressing out over the festival as Ren had said. “I’m sure I’ll be fine by the time I’m needed for the Kagura.

Stepping into the baths a familiar aroma surrounded me. “Is my grandmother here?” Looking around I half expected to see her walking out of the mist.

“No but she thought this might help you. She explained to me that before you assisted her with different rituals she would burn certain herbs.”

"True." The burning of these herbs had always calmed me for whatever reason. At least my Aunt didn’t remain by my side as I bathed. Afterwards whether it was the heat of the bath or my grandmother’s aromatherapy, I felt more like myself then I had in days.

Now dressed in a long white robe and feeling a lot better I was surprised to find a half a dozen women waiting for me. Katie, Aunt Rika, Rebecca and her mom and my Aunt Naomi and her daughter Hibiki greeted me as I entered one of the side rooms. My outfits for the day were off to the side along with whatever else would be needed. It was all rather daunting.

“Come eat, luv.”

Sitting in front of a small Kotatsu (Japanese table), I found a traditional Japanese breakfast set out before me. Consisting of Miso Soup, Tamagoyaki (rolled omelet), broiled fish and steamed rice it was light but also looked very good. “Is anyone else going to join me?”

”No, go ahead and eat, Ken and we will talk.”

Having six people watch me eat was rather unsettling but I was hungry. Complimenting whoever made the meal, Aunt Naomi beamed with pleasure. Katie was more than capable but I knew she would rather make bangers and mash.

“There was a change of scheduling and a slight addition to the schedule.”

My breakfast suddenly tasted like ashes. “Addition?”

“Every year there is a parade, all sorts of costumes, marching bands and even a float or two. We decided to join the parade this year as a way to help promote the dojo.” She made a face, I could see it wasn’t her idea.

The thought of actually walking around the streets dressed up almost caused me to bolt out of the room screaming. “What I’m wearing isn’t exactly made for parades.” There, that sounded reasonable and logical.

“You are correct we have a Norimono for you to travel on.”

“A palanquin?” Really, kill me now. I joked. “I’m not going to have a social life afterwards you know.”

“It will be lots of fun.” Rebecca gushed. “Plus we have taken care of that.” She seemed overly pleased at whatever scam my Aunt was running. Placing a Festival pamphlet in front of me, she pointed out the information on our dojo. “Look at the names of the performers.”

“Kimme Umeki.” I made a face. “Who in the world is Kimme Umeki?”

“You are.” Rebecca smiled looking very proud of herself. “Our cousin who has traveled all the way from Hawaii for the festival.” The name Kimme didn’t sound right and it was really bothering me.

Rebecca stepped back looking worried. “Are you mad?”

“Sorry Rebecca, thank you. Kimme is fine.” Her smile returned. “So where is Ken?” I asked.

“He has been sick since Wednesday, as everyone knows.” Aunt Rika said.

I wasn’t aware that was common knowledge. “That should work.” I was told that I needn't worry as I will have so much makeup on my face my mom wouldn’t recognize me. In truth if everyone found out I could deal with it but if the whole family was going out of their way so I won’t be embarrassed it’s the least I could do but help. “Same costume?”

“No, we have this for you, Yui was to wear it last year but we never marched in the parade.” My Aunt Emmi showed me I admit beautiful, white silk ceremonial dress, with a tall white headdress adorned with little silver bells. “I’d like you to try it on now, so if we need to alter it a bit we can. You might need some padding in a few places.” She smiled.

I rolled my eyes; it was already looking to be a long day.

The only benefit with being surrounded by five women, if I tripped they would be there to catch me. Katie had been sent off to move a couple of the other costumes to the back of the shrine, along with a few other things I needed for the rest of day. Rebecca and Hibiki were dressed in their white and red Miko outfit and assigned as my assistants. The other women were all dressed in equally nice Kimonos and would be there to lend a hand if needed.

The rest of the Shisaa family turned towards us as we came out of the bathhouse walking up towards the center of the enclosure. Dressed in their best dojo uniforms the family looked very nice. Juro broke the solemn occasion by giving our group a wolf whistle.

“Ken I didn’t know you were one hot looking babe.” My cousin Sora laughed. Some of the others joined in. A number of them were looking at me in a way that made me very uncomfortable.

“Minasama.” My Aunt’s voice broke through the excited babble. “The person who stands before you is Kimme Umeki; she is to be treated with the utmost respect. If I hear anything different; you will answer directly to me.” Now that got everyone’s attention and then as one they all bowed to my Aunt. Now that really got my attention.

“Don’t listen to them Kimme-sama.” Rebecca said as she helped me take my place on the white and gold Norimono. She seemed to be taking this Kimme charade a little too seriously.

“Ignore my brothers, Kimme-sama.” Hibiki looked at them disapprovingly.

“Sorry Kimme-sama.” Juro nodded. “We didn’t mean anything by it.”

“You comfortable back there Kimme-sama?” My Uncle Hirio asked as he stepped in front of me. I nodded; great everyone was now going to call me Kimme-sama all weekend.

While Juro and Sora walked to the rear of the palanquin, my Uncle Hirio and Uncle Jared stood up front. With a command from Uncle Hirio, they all reached down and lifted me in the air.

“Hope I’m not too heavy.”

They all laughed. “Don’t worry Princess, you’re a feather weight.” I could already see that this was going to be a lot of fun.

Sarcasm aside, it actually turned out to be a lot of fun. True to their word, with the amount of cosmetics on my face and my silk costume no one would think I was Ken Umeki. Once I got over the fact that none of my friends were going to run out in the middle of the street and laugh at me I calmed down. Situated in front of a bunch of Witches from Salem and behind a group of Revolutionary War re-enactors I had one of the best seats in the house. As we progressed down Main Street, mostly I nodded to the parade watchers, being too nervous to wave except to these groups of little girls who called out to me with such enthusiasm that I felt I had to reciprocate.

While my cousins went all out, performing all sorts of martial art moves the re-enactors did some close order drills and fired a few volleys into the air. The Salem witches flirted with the parade watchers and of course with my cousins. Interestingly enough they come to the Skogshaven Founders Festival every year because in 1651 Springfield had its own Witch Trials, forty years before Salem’s. Stories say that the settlers in this area hid a number of these families from the hangman’s noose.

Hours later sitting in the coolness of the Shrine, I felt a little buzzy. With the end of the parade, my Uncle thankfully had an SUV waiting to take me back home. My so-called attendants quickly pulled me into the bathhouse and helped me change costumes. Now in the peacefulness of the Shrine, Rebecca was nice enough to sit near me but refrained from speaking. She could tell I was trying to center myself as I had done many times in the dojo.

“Kimme-sama it’s time.” Hibiki and Aunt Rika returned. I started to hear the crowd from inside the Shrine. Leaving, I was quickly flanked by the two girls while my Aunt brought up the rear. The size of the crowd almost stopped me in my tracks. There was almost a hundred people in the middle of the enclosure and I was supposed to dance at least two more times over the weekend.

Standing on the temporary stage, I nodded to several of my cousins who began play traditional music. First, the gentle beat of shime-daiko drums filled the air then Rie who was only ten began to play beautifully on her Komagaku, or Japanese bamboo flute.

Quickly falling into sync with the music, I moved gracefully upon the stage. The air became heavy with emotion as each movement drew the audience closer into the love affair between god and goddess Izanagi and Izanami. When Izanami lay dying after giving birth to the god of fire, I could feel the grief pouring out of the audience. They felt hope when Izanagi descended into the land of the dead to retrieve his beloved wife and grief again when he had to flee those accursed lands without her. Before I could finish the dance with Izanagi purifying himself I knew I was in trouble.

I didn’t feel drunk or dizzy I felt as if my body was on fire.

© Copyright - Elsbeth2011/2012

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 7

Author:

Elsbeth

Caution:

CAUTION: Language

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

TG Themes:

School or College Life

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 7
The music didn’t stop and although my body burned like the sun, I continued to dance. Starting to count down the remaining movements, I began to dread the end of the Izumo-ryu- Kagura. I followed through with Izanagi-no-Mikoto bursting out of the entrance to the underworld and sealing his beloved wife forever. At the end, he purified himself in the sea giving birth to more gods and goddess. With those last movements, the crowd burst into cheers, their voices almost sending me to my knees.

Now the relative safety of the Shrine was my only concern. Slowly I turned as gracefully as I could. Any quicker and I was afraid that I would have collapsed on the stage. Rebecca and Hibiki were soon left behind as visitors wanting to ask questions about the dance surrounded them. When a number of people began to approach me, musical cousins intercepted them. Each step was now total agony. Why was this happening? Something inside me said that the Shrine would have all the answers, if I could just make it there in time.

“Ken, awesome...come on we don't have a lot of time.” Shrouded in darkness, Ren called out to me from the back of the Shrine. Stepping into the Shrine his eyes opened wide.

“What did they do to you?”

“Ren, help me.” I managed to say before I started to fall. He moved like the wind cradling me before I hit the ground. When the Shrine door closed behind me, the world went black.

Ren didn’t see the shadow that moved behind him. Suddenly thrown to the ground, he felt the barrel of a gun pressed against his temple. “Touch my Mistress again, dog, and I will end you.” Aya said with such certainty that Ren knew his life was in her hands.

“You disappoint me.” Rika Shisaa stood in front of the closed door.

“Obaasan help me.” Ren pleaded.

“You’re too much like your father. It would bode well for you to listen to what Aya has to say.”

“But what you did to Ken was wrong.”

“Ken is no longer, it would be wise to remember that. We exist to serve the Umeki family and this was their decision.”

Aya pushed her knee deeper into the back of the young man. “Are we going to have any more problems, dog?”

So it was over. The plans he and his father had set up had failed. “Fine, whatever, you win.”

“You misunderstand Ren, this was never a contest." Aya said softly. "This is the way it has to be.” Aya released the young man allowing him to stand up.

“Aya, what punishment does the Umeki family demand for this boy?”

“Obaasan!”

Aya shook her head. “It’s up to you Rika. He has a good heart but it’s the impetuousness of youth that clouded his judgement. As you are the head of the Shisaa family, we are sure any punishment will be just.” Reaching into her breast pocket, she removed a golden key and threw it to Ren. “You can also release your father. I’m sure he has had an uncomfortable night.”

“Once you have released your father, go to your room. You may not leave except for school and meals. We will decide your punishment later.”

“Yes, Obaasan.” Before departing, Ren looked down. His cousin was thrashing around as if in agony. “Ken, I’m sorry.” He whispered, then ran out of the Shrine.

“Please summon Katharine.”

Rika bowed. “Yes Aya.” Waking out of the Shrine, she slid the door shut.

Aya released the scabbards of unseen swords, laying them by her side then knelt next to Kimme's struggling form. Looking down with a half-smile on her lips, she said. “You are indeed beautiful Kimme-sama.” A shadowy form moved out of the darkness to stand behind Aya. “Don’t touch her, Katherine.”

“Nice to see you too Aya.“ Katie was angry. ”He trusted you...he trusted both of us.”

“We had no choice, Katherine. If she had broken free, then seventeen years of planning would have gone to waste. Changing forms now seemed prudent. She was too comfortable with Ken.” Aya didn’t need to remind Katherine how dangerous it would have been to the entire family if that one had escaped.

“Then why did you bring him back to Skogshaven?” Katie knew that something in this small Massachusetts town was the catalyst for all that had happened recently.

Aya looked away embarrassed. “It was necessary, she moved against us. This time she found a powerful ally.”

“So you have sealed her up again, and what of Ken?”

“That was unfortunate; he would have been married off to another strong Yo-kai-Hogosha family, strengthening the blood line. It will of course, still happen but now Kimme-sama will become a bride. Her children will bring fresh blood into both households.”

“I have always thought this was a mistake.”

Aya nodded. “And that’s why you were left in Skogshaven. The Mistress didn’t want any more distractions. Once the Tojiru ceremony is complete, we will finally be able to leave this town”, she said with a sneer. “Moreover, Kimme-sama will return to her proper place as heir to the Umeki family.”

The two sat in silence for a few more minutes then Kimme finally stopped struggling. “She will need her rest, make sure that no one sees you.”

Katherine picked the young woman off the floor as if she was a child. “I know my job well enough, Aya.” She turned, cradling Kimme in her arms and faded into the shadows.

Aya watched the pair disappear then reached for her cell phone. “Yes Mistress, it went as planned...She is indeed very beautiful, she will be a great treasure to the house of Umeki...I will tell her you called and look forward to your return.” Returning the cell phone, Aya opened the door and left the Shrine. There were still things that needed to be set in motion before the final transformation could take place.

Swimming in darkness, I could understand little of the voices around me. It was as if I was part of the world but also separated from it. Finally, pain brought me back. “Oh my, now that was painful.” I opened my eyes. What in the hell, whose voice was that?

“You’re awake Kimme-sama.” Hibiki sat on a chair next to where I lay, her face full of concern.

“Hibiki, what happened?” I tried to sit up. “What’s going on with my voice?” Moreover, why was she still calling me Kimme?

“Don’t move; let me get someone.”

I didn’t understand the panic in her voice. Watching her leave the room, I looked around. Seems they moved me to the big house where my parents slept when they visited. Moving my hair out of my eyes, what? My hair was long, at least to my waist and there was something else even more disturbing. Throwing myself out of bed and almost planting my face into the ground, I stumbled to the full-length mirror. Staring back at me was my sister, if I had a sister. I still had a dancer’s physique, but now it included wide hips, long raven black hair, a cute little nose and I’m guessing I lost a couple of inches from my height. Shaking, I pulled off my shirt just as Katharine burst into the room.

“Katie, look, I have boobs.” Everything became very fuzzy at that point.

Waking up back on the bed, Katherine was holding me close. “I see you’re back with the living, my ducky.”

“What happened?”

“We don’t know.”

“How can you not know? How can I be a girl? This has to be some sort of dream or better yet a nightmare.”

“Afraid not luv.”

Shaking with tears running down my eyes, I moaned. “But I can’t be a girl, I don’t want to be a girl, what in the hell happened.” Katherine continued to hold me close rocking me back and forth, as I burst into tears. This town sucked, first it was the green dog chasing me, then it was a freaky girl in white and finally it turned me into a girl. Gods, I hated this place. I wasn’t sure how long I bawled my eyes out, something I hadn’t done since I was like six. Katie really was a saint as I cried, screamed and pretty much threw a tantrum on her shoulder.

“It’s OK luv, let it all out. I’m still here for you. Trust me there are worse things than being a girl. I’m a girl and isn’t that bad.”

“Yeah, but you were born a girl.” I sniffled. I still couldn’t get used to my voice. Realizing that Katie was probably the only reason I hadn’t gone off the deep end already, I held her close. “Thank you.”

“My pleasure luv.”

“Oh good, you’re up.” To my surprise, Aya walked into the room.

“I turned into a girl.”

“We know.”

As usual, she was an ocean of understanding. “Why are you here, I thought you were with mother.”

“I had business with your Uncle and I also came here to see you perform. As usual, your performance was beautiful, you should be very proud.”

Yes, honor to the Umeki family and all of that. “So has my grandmother found out a way to turn me back into a boy?” You could have heard a pin drop. The look on Aya’s face was priceless.

“What do you mean, Kimme-sama?”

Now that was unexpected but I guess at least for now I was going to remain Kimme. “Oh please, how long have I been an assistant to my grandmother? She is a priestess. I have been present at a number of shall we say cleansing ceremonies and she performed something that was close to magic.” Something inside me told me I was right and needed to press the issue.

Katie didn’t even bother to deny it. “Poor Aya, you thought that Ken...I mean Kimme here wasn’t paying attention.”

Sitting up I looked at Katie. “You already knew; and when I was supposed to be let in on this little family secret?” I was more than a little annoyed at this point.

Aya looked resigned. “Well you were going to be formally introduced into the family business when you turned eighteen. Your parents decided to keep it from you so it wouldn’t interfere with your studies.”

“Grandmother must have had other ideas.” She had been dragging me to different rituals and cleansings since I was little. “Also what exactly is the family business?”

Neither woman said anything.

“Fine, I’ll ask my grandmother when she arrives.” I looked up at Katie hopefully. “She is coming, isn’t she? Or am I going to be stuck like this forever?”

“Yes, your mother and grandmother are coming to Skogshaven for your Birthday. At that time, we will have the ceremony and introduce you to the family business.” Aya said.

That lightened my mood considerably. It had been a sticking point for a number of years already when all my cousins turned sixteen. “Finally.”

Aya nodded. “Hopefully, it should all work itself out after that.” She didn’t sound too convincing but I tried to believe her. What else was I supposed to do? Kicking, screaming and crying didn’t seem too productive.

Katie smiled at me. “Come, let me help you dress. You must be hungry after what happened to you.”

“I guess I can run down to my room.”

Aya shook her head. “Kimme-sama this is now your room, the main house has been opened for you. Katie has already changed her quarters and I have moved into one of the lower bedrooms.”

“OK, that’s fine.” Actually, it was more than fine; the house had some really nice amenities. I guess they couldn’t move me into one of my other cousin’s bedrooms, that would have been too weird. “What about clothes?” I was sure most of what I had wasn’t going to fit me anymore.

“While you were sleeping, your cousins went to buy you some essentials. The girls also donated a few things that should fit at least for now.” Katie said. “You’ll need to go to the store of course and soon. I believe Hibiki volunteered herself along with Rebecca.”

Holy crap, how was the rest of the family going to react. “Well that’s great but...how is the rest of the family taking this? I mean isn’t this like something out of the Twilight Zone?”

“You are Kimme-sama; no one in the family is going to say otherwise.” Aya said it as if it was law. Maybe it was, I could still remember how everyone reacted when Aunt Rika said I was Kimme Umeki. I rubbed my face with my hands. “This still sucks.”

Later I stood in front of a full-length mirror clad only in a white bra and panties; 32B thank you very much. “This is not going to work. I mean, I’m not a girl.” Thank goodness, Katie was there for the whole bra fiasco. Sure, I have taken one off, quite a number of times but I have never had to put one on, much less on my own body.

Katie giggled. “Could have fooled me.”

Pulling a nice simple blue crew neck t-shirt over my head, I mumbled. “That’s not what I mean.” Slipping on a pair of jeans, I noticed that it hugged all of my new girl curves quite nicely. Nicely? “Man, this really does suck.”

“What was that luv?”

“Nothing.” I pouted.

Katie smiled and pulled me into a hug. “You’re doing fine. Besides me, your cousins will also help you. And don't forget Aya, though she doesn’t always show it, she is concerned for you.” Katie handed me a pair of black ballet flats. My feet seemed to have gotten smaller too, as if that was possible.

“See, look at the mirror. You look nice.”

“Yippee for me.” I sighed and followed Katie out to door to find some dinner.

Instead of walking into the kitchen, Katie escorted me into the formal dining room. There I found my Aunt Naomi setting down my dinner. Did she really give me a bow when I entered the room? Then I remembered that she helped in the main house the last time I visited with my parents. Hibiki came out of the kitchen with a pitcher of water. Setting it down, she ran over to me and gave me a hug.

“That looks super cute on you, Kimme-sama.” Hibiki was a year younger than I was and had a very bubbly personality. She was OK to be with in small controlled dosages. “Since we have off on Monday, Rebecca and I are going to drag you shopping.”

“Sounds like fun.” I said dryly.

“Come eat, luv, before it gets cold.” Once again, I was eating by myself in a room full of people. Even Aya stood off to the side. I loved Aunt Naomi cooking even if it was always traditional Japanese. After today’s fun, I would have eaten anything placed in front of me. I couldn’t believe how hungry I was.

“Kimme-sama, I am glad to see that you are well.” Aunt Rika entered the dining room. Normally she just entered like she owned the place but now it somehow felt different.

“As well as can be expected I guess.” I placed my utensils down. Stuffing my face while speaking to my Aunt wasn’t really good form.

She smiled. “That’s good.” Then nervously she looked to Aya then back to me. “I have a request. Please feel free to turn it down.”

“Go on.” Why did I have a bad feeling about this? Moreover, when did she start requesting anything from me?

“Your dance this afternoon was very well received. There were numerous requests that, if possible, you dance again tomorrow.”

She must be out of her mind. The dance was what caused me to change in the first place. Then I stopped. Well maybe since the dance turned me into a girl, if I did it again it would turn me back into a boy. “No parade?”

Aunt Rika shook her head. “No parade.”

Was there a real chance it would change me back? I thought for a moment. “I agree provisionally.”

Aya frowned. “Meaning, Kimme-sama.”

“That after dinner I go through the dance movements to make sure I can still do them correctly.” My whole center of mass felt off, not including the extra weight I now carried on my chest. ”and providing that Aunt Naomi can get my costume to fit me properly before the morning’s performance.”

It wasn’t a horrible plan and at this point what else did I have to lose.

© Copyright - Elsbeth2011/2012

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 8

Author:

Elsbeth

Caution:

CAUTION: Language

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

TG Themes:

School or College Life

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 8

Normally I couldn’t imagine Katie getting me ready for bed. Something she hasn’t done since I was about nine years old. Today, I couldn’t imagine her not helping me. “You need to take off your bra luv; you’ll hate yourself in the morning if you sleep with it on.”

Frowning, I took off the dreaded thing much more easily than putting one on. Well Katie had me practicing taking it on and off after dinner so perhaps it would be less of an issue in the morning. “Geez, these things have a mind of their own.” At least when the girls were wrapped up, so to speak I could almost forget about them. Yes, I’m still in denial.

Smiling, Katie handed me a blue and white flannel nightgown.

“Kind of old fashioned.” Slipping it over my head, I admitted it felt nice and toasty.

“We’ll get you some other things on Monday, unless you were planning on sleeping in a t-shirt.”

“No the nights are too cold here, this is fine.” Convincing myself that I was actually just wearing a long shirt, I sat on the bed.

“Now sit still luv, while I comb your hair.”

She told me that this was going to be a nightly thing. I had other ideas. “I was thinking about chopping it all off. Get one of those cute Japanese School girl haircuts.”

“You so will not, I forbid you.”

Turning around I looked at Katie and smiled. She gave me the evil eye then stuck her tongue out at me. We then both began to giggle. Already giggling and I haven’t been a girl for even twenty-four hours.

“Still we should get you into Salon.”

“Can’t I just go to ‘Ye Olde Cuttery’?” Aya took me there before the fateful wedding; it was your typical barbershop. The store was an institution and it even has one of those cool old fashioned barber poles.

“I hope you were kidding.” She paused brushing my hair for a second. “I would like to get you into ‘Eve’s Touch’ on Monday. It’s fairly new. It would be nice to take your cousins there as well as a treat for helping you shop.”

Yay for me; shopping but then again I had absolutely no clothes. “Do I really need that many clothes if I am just going to turn back into a boy?”

Katie leaned forward and placed her head on the back of my head. “Luv, you want my advice?”

Something told me that it wasn’t something I really wanted to hear. “OK.”

“Prepare to stay a girl. If you happen to switch back than fine but you’re putting too much hope in switching back. If you just accept it, it will be better for you and frankly a lot more fun. If you do manage to switch back, it will be a priceless learning experience.” Katie also didn’t sound sure that I would be switching back anytime soon. Sitting back, she began to braid my hair.

“Man, this sucks.” I mumbled. I knew she was right. “That’s what I get for running through that stupid forest.”

“What did you say about the forest?”

“Nothing.” Crap.

“You went through the forest didn’t you? What part of ‘don’t go near the forest’ didn’t you understand?” Aya said angrily from the doorway. I wasn’t sure how long she had been listening.

“Do you think that’s what happened?” Deciding that I needed to come clean, I told them about my woodland adventures.

“You should have said something before, luv.” Katie rubbed my back.

Aya looked like she was about to burst something. I hated not living up to her expectations. Tears began to run down my face. Crap, I did this to myself. “I’m sorry. Do you think if you told grandma it would help her find a way to switch me back?”

Aya smiled sadly and sat down next to me on the bed. Reaching over she wiped the tears from my eyes. “If we had known before, maybe, now I don’t know.”

The three of us sat in silence for a few moments. “Aya, why was I put in Ren’s room and not here in the main house?”

She seemed surprised about that question. It had been bothering me all day. “Your mother thought that you and Ren were friends. She hoped that the pair of you would get along.” Aya then smiled. “Your mother also thought that two boys would be more comfortable wallowing in each other’s filth.”

I laughed. That sounded like my mother. “Didn’t really work out as planned, did it?” Although lately we seemed to be getting along better, I wondered if it would have eventually worked out.

“No it didn’t.” She sighed. “I’m sorry for that, now as for living in the main house, your mother, as you know has certain expectations on how Umeki women should be treated.”

“And how they should act.” No wonder everyone been treating me like my mother or grandmother.

“It’s also because you’re going to be high maintenance.” Katie interjected playfully. “Where are we going to put all of your new clothes?”

“What, I’m not high maintenance. How much clothes are we talking about here?” Suddenly I remembered how many bags of luggage my mother carries with her.

“All Umeki women are high maintenance.” Katie laughed.

Slipping under the comforter after the rest of my nightly chores, I looked up at Katie. Aya had already left, gone off to terrorize a small village or something. “Thank you for today; if you weren’t here I think I would have gone insane.”

“No luv, you wouldn’t have, you’re strong. You always have been strong.” Tucking me in as if I was small child, she kissed me on the cheek then left my bedroom. Sleeping in million-count sheets was a nice improvement as opposed to listening to Ren’s snoring. After the day’s adventures, I was asleep as soon as I hit the pillow.

As usual, Katie was right. If I had put all of my energy into the off chance that the next day’s performance would have turned me back into a boy, I would have been very disappointed, or worse. Now I was only mildly irritated and felt better after cursing the stupid forest a dozen or so times. Once I decided that was enough, I ended up having a rather nice day. My Aunt and Aya kept me in the Izumo-ryu- Kagura costume for most of the day. They had me sitting in front of the Shrine, sipping tea and speaking to a number of important families that my Aunt knew. As the leading member of the Umeki family on site, it was my responsibility, as Aya pointed out.

At first, I was terrified positive the other woman would oust me as an imposter. Then a thought occurred to me. While still in costume, all I needed to do was to play the part. Depicting a Japanese noble woman a number of times already in dance roles, and remembering how my mother portrays herself, I just fell into character. Moving slowly, smiling, speaking a certain way seemed to work and by the end of the day, I did it without much effort. The approval in Aya’s eyes made up for the disappointment I saw there last night. I shot myself in the foot on this one though. As it was my first real public appearance as Kimme Umeki, I was now expected to act like this all of the time, at least in public. Also looking the way I do now I mentioned that I would prefer if people didn’t know I was once Ken. Aya quickly pointed out that Ken would never act the way I did today so there would be no confusion. I hated it when Aya made sense.

“School?” And here I was having a perfectly nice dinner when Aunt Rika had to bring it up. “Like I am now?” Everyone in this room was out of their freaking minds, including me.

Aunt Rika gave me a sympathetic smile. “Your mother believes it’s in your best interest to continue your studies. Also she doesn’t want you to spend your days ‘sulking’.”

“Close your mouth dear, it’s very unladylike.” Aunt Naomi said as she set down a small salad with ginger dressing in front of me. At least I got most people to stop calling me Kimme-sama in private. It was getting rather annoying.

“Am I going to take the same classes?”

“Some, I spoke with the Principal today, your transcript and schedule will be changed to reflect your new status.”

Well, my family never had a lack of money to throw around to fix things. “So what, do I do just walk into school in Tuesday and pick up my new schedule?” How weird was that going to be? I get to be a new transfer student again but this time as a girl. Actually, I plan to have a nice quiet nervous breakdown when I get back to my room.

“Aya will be driving you back and forth from school for now on. She will help you on the first day with registration. Like Katie, she also will have other responsibilities; one of them will be to see to your safety.”

Great I have a minder. Being a member of the Umeki family there was always a threat for kidnaping; my mother usually has several assistants tending to her every needs. However, I see my mother’s hands manipulating this one. “No offense Aya, but why does mother think I need a minder? I’m seventeen not twelve.”

“I think I can jump in for this one.” Aunt Naomi said. “If I were in your mother’s shoes I would be worried that you might need help dealing with the public. She’s just concerned for your safety, dear.”

I could see her point, the thought of going clothes shopping was freaking me out. At least if things get really bad and Aya was there, she could at least cut our way through to the parking lot. “Well, OK for now. Aya, if possible I would like to call my mother tonight.” Having no idea whether my mother meant well or not sometimes, it was necessary to tell her to back off. We might not always get along but I was somewhat hurt she hadn’t called me yet.

After dinner with the food barely digested, Aya dragged me upstairs. “Workout clothes?”

“When was the last time you ran?”

Scratching my head, I nodded. “Point taken but I can’t wear this.”

“Meet me downstairs in fifteen minutes.”

Grumbling and taking two stairs at a time with Katie right behind me trying to set my hair, I found Aya.

“The Lokta Jacket is really nice but these shorts are…”

“Fine, come on.”

“You do have nice legs, luv.”

Roiling my eyes, I grimace. “Thanks.” The two of us took to the road with me at the lead. We soon were running my normal route away from the inside of the forest. I’m surprised that only after two days, I’m already comfortable enough with this new body to run with no problems. Not even giving it a thought, I quickly fall into my zone with Aya running next to me. About two thirds into my run a familiar street caused me to stop.

“Sile!” How could I forget? She couldn’t just be told that Ken went back to Hawaii. It wasn’t right. She needed to be told in person.

“Who’s Sile?” Aya asked coming to a halt.

“My girlfriend.” Watching the street, I crossed it and headed towards a familiar home.

“Kimme, you can’t speak to her.” Catching up to me, she grabbed my arm.

“No Aya you are wrong. She is not going to be told by some text message that Ken went back to Hawaii.” This was the story, Ken got sick on Wednesday and was sent back home. “I’m his cousin right? Well then, I’m going to tell her myself.”

“I don’t approve.”

“I don’t need your approval.” At that point, I realized I didn’t. I wanted to meet her expectations of me but I didn’t need her approval. She worked for my family. I would have to answer to my parents not her. Anyway, she knew me well enough already that I wasn’t going to run away from this one.

She stared at me for a moment then smiled. “Fine, Kimme-sama, you’re your own woman.”

“I’m not particularly happy to hear that but thanks. “ Returning the smile I cross the lawn and knocked on Sile’s door.

Moments later, my white haired goddess appeared. Giving me a strange look she inquired. “Yes.”

“Hi.” Nervously I greeted her. What am I going to say, I’m sick to my stomach about the whole thing. I so wanted to tell Sile the truth but it’s not possible. “I’m Kimme Umeki.”

“You’re Ken’s sister?”

“His cousin.”

“I see.” She continued to stare at me as if she was seeing right through me. “Is Ken OK?”

Shaking my head, tears started to come to my eyes. “No. He got sick and had to go back to Hawaii. I’m sorry.” Visions of Olina came to my mind. I then started to really cry.

“Oh sweetie.” Sile moved forward and wrapped me in her arms. Looking up she finally got a good look at Aya. “Who are you?”

Stepping back, I rubbed my eyes with my fingers. “Sile, this is Aya she is my…”

“Warden, I see.”

Aya eyes shot open. The two women stared at one another. I took a step back confused.

“Kimme-sama, I think it’s time for us to leave.”

“Kimme, right.” She reached over and held my hand. “Let me get your number so we can keep in touch. I would
like to be kept abreast of Ken’s illness.”

“Sure.” Reaching for my pouch, I pulled out my cell phone. At that point, I realized that Ken and Kimme both had the same cell phone. Sile gave no notice.

“Thank you for coming over, it was really nice of you.” Sile hugged me again. “I know that’s you Ken.” She murmured. “Call me later and tell me what’s going on.”

Shocked I stammered. “I’m sorry.”

“Hush…ma belle petite amie.” She kissed my neck away from Aya’s eyes.

Sile waved as we departed. “I’m sure we will be seeing one another again Kimme. Maybe we’ll have a girl’s night out.”

“Next time you will listen to me.” It was all Aya said but it didn't answer my questions. What's a Warden and why did Aya get so angry. Moreover, how did Sile know I used to be Ken.

Nina Ombre drove her black Lexus RX350 down the busy street of Skogshaven. With ‘The Necropolis’ closed because of the Founding Festival, she decided to attend some of the closing parties. A good place to get something to eat but no she was trying to find a tree in a town full of trees. Pulling over, she carefully parked her car. “Stupid chica…where are you hiding?” With no one in sight, she leaped up towards the nearest tree branch. It would have been quite the feat if she was human, but she wasn’t.

Listening to the wind, she could hear a young woman’s voice filling the night’s air with the melody of The Moreen. “Damn, she’s in a mood.” Leaping down from the tree branch, Nina quickly passed through the night finding the person she was looking for.

“So chica, why did you pull me out of a perfectly good party?” Nina sat across from Sile, who much like Nina could pass for a shadow. The tree branch they shared was a good twenty feet off the ground.

The white haired Vampire pointed to the enclosure in the distance. “What do you see?”

“Is that the Shisaa family enclosure?” Nina turned her head. “Did you really drag me away from dinner to show me this?”

“Stupid putain of course not.” Sile made a face. “I’m calling in a favor you owe me. I need you to find out everything you can on the Umeki family.”

“You know there is a thing called the internet.”

“Stop being so helpful, I need you to put Pavel on it.”

“I see, well it still won’t clean the slate.” Thirty years ago, her sisters were hunting a Deviant Vampire in the streets of Paris. It had not gone well. If it wasn’t for Sile showing up unexpectedly to help with her magic, they all would have been dead. Sile had been an unexpected player in keeping the Paris Pax. “I pay my debts, little sister. “ Nina looked at the enclosure once more. “It’s about the boy isn’t it?”

‘Yes.”

“He sort of reminds me of Phillip.” Nina said sadly.

“I know.”

“I’ll see what I can do.” Dropping off the branch, Nina disappeared into the night. Above the trees, she could once again hear The Moreen whispering in the wind.

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PS Click The Moreen if you wish to hear what Sile is humming.

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 9

Author:

Elsbeth

Caution:

CAUTION: Language

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

TG Themes:

School or College Life

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 9

Getting worked up over clothes seemed rather ridiculous. The stark realization that I literally had nothing to wear told me it was time to shop. One look at the mirror told me what type of clothing I needed to buy. We didn’t have to go far; I was surprised that there was plenty of shopping available in Skogshaven. Since I’ve never had the opportunity to clothes shop in town, it shouldn’t be that much of a surprise. Now Aunt Naomi owns a dress shop called ‘In Stitches’ but that was mostly bridal gowns and costumes, what we were looking for was clothes I could wear to school.

Aya wanted me to go to Anthropologi or Forever21 but was disappointed to find we would need to go all the way to Boston. My cousins Rebecca and Hibiki pointed out that whatever we couldn’t find in Skogshaven, we could always hit the mega mall a couple of towns over. I’ll admit their shopping-Fu was strong so I put myself into their capable hands.

Dragged me into “Love Lace” first for underwear, excuse me lingerie, where the girls happily selected a wide variety of types and colors for me. It was quite the educational experience. There must be at least a dozen types of bras alone not to mention panties. Being a guy suddenly seemed a lot simpler. At least the first stop wasn’t too emotionally scarring; I have been in a lingerie shop or two before although I never thought I would be in one for myself. I did manage to snag some comfortable looking Pajamas. Our clothing conquest continued, invading some place called the ‘The Hangout’, where I was introduced to the mystic world of girl clothing names. The two of them threw words at me like capris and pedal pushers as if I knew what in the world they were talking about.

My cousins were mind numbingly efficient and wouldn’t take ‘no’, or ‘please I’ll do anything but let me out of this store’ as an answer. After that we weren’t even close to being done hitting two smaller boutique, a shoe place called the ‘Chaussures’ and finally Carole’s. Ending up at The Nordic for lunch, I was emotionally, physically and spiritually exhausted. Aya said it was a good start. Looking at the number of bags now in my possession, I thought she was kidding. All three of them said I was an amateur.

“Hibiki, what’s shaking?” A voice rang out over the conversations of the Nordic’s patrons that were sitting with us on the patio. The three of us turned as four boys approached. Looking at my cousin, I could see that she was less than thrilled to see them near our table. The tallest who called out to Hibiki was some sort of Viking throwback. Blonde hair, blue eyes, strong looking arms, wide shoulders and a nice smile and while I was checking him out, the notion that I was checking him out blew my mind. What was happening to me?

“Eating lunch with my cousins.”

“That’s cool; we were heading to Kosta's, but guess you’re not interested. Who’s the new girl?”

Hibiki sighed. “Christen, this is my cousin Kimme.”

“Nice name, you live around here?” He leaned forward giving me a smile.

Was he really trying to pick me up or something? For a brief moment, it excited me and then this mental insight came to me with the understanding that this person was total slime. I looked at him for a moment. “My current residence is in the Shisaa family compound.”

“Current residence, nice...So you interested in seeing a movie with me this Saturday, does six o’clock sound good.”

“No.”

His smile didn’t leave his face. “That’s fine we can make it another time.”

“I don’t think so.” At this moment, I started to hear chuckles from some of his friends. It’s always enjoyable watching another guy crash and burn. Rebecca started kicking me under the table.

“Well, if you don’t like the movies, we can do something else.”

I gave a theatrical sigh. “Christen, I’m sorry if I gave you the impression that I was interested in doing anything with you. If you would please excuse us we are trying to have a nice lunch.”

“Who the hell…” Christen began.

It was at that moment that Aya stepped in. “Kimme-sama is there a problem?” All four boys took a step back. Aya could be a bit intimidating sometimes.

“No Aya, Christen and his friends were just leaving.”

The other three boys had huge grins on their faces as they dragged Christen away. “Dude, did you see that, she has a bodyguard...man you’re way out of your league.”

Watching the boys leave, I regally picked up my fork and continued eating. Hibiki and Rebecca just sat there staring at me. The effect was ruined when I began to giggle; the others soon joined in. “Kimme, that was freaking awesome.” Hibiki said. Giving her a smile, I was now confused, why did the idea of going out with a boy to the movies not sound all that bad.

“So how was your call with your mom?” Rebecca had at least stopped kicking me under the table.

“Nice I guess, strange but nice.”

“What do you mean by strange?”

Thinking for a moment, I tried to decide what I meant by strange. “She was very friendly. Not that she’s not friendly but she seemed really concerned about how I was doing. I talked more with her last night then I ever had before.” My mother even apologized to me about not calling, stating that because of time zones and her meeting she couldn’t call. She actually sounded sorry.

“I’m guessing she isn’t normally that way?” Hibiki made a face. “Your mom seems nice when she comes to visit grandma.”

I nodding in understanding, my mother can be very nice. It was hard to articulate. “It’s not that she isn’t nice. Normally she is too busy to deal with me. Mostly it was that children should be seen and not heard.”

“Maybe she always wanted a daughter.” Rebecca said offhandedly.

“Rebecca.” Hibiki chastised her.

“Oh, sorry; I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“No, it’s OK.” Was that the truth of it? She did seem a lot more interested in who I was as a person. Did she really think Ken was a bother? Aya didn’t give any insight, not that I expected her to. “I’m not upset about it. It was actually nice to have a conversation with her. She seemed really excited about my upcoming birthday.”

“We are all looking forward to it, Kimme-sama.” Aya said.

My plan after the shopping trip was to take a shower, crawl into one of my new flannel pajamas and curl up in front of the television and veg. Aya of course had other ideas, which included me being smacked around. It was family night at the dojo. Running and dancing was one thing but the off chance that I was going to be my old self while doing karate seemed unlikely. Aya said I would be fine. So of course, once again, I was proved wrong, going through all of the kata’s from beginning to end with no issues. I did have some problems initially with my weapons forms but I think that was more to the fact I hadn’t practiced since Hawaii.

Still there were a couple of things I didn’t like. First of all, in the Shisaa dojo, my yudansha (black) belt was red with a huge black strip running down the center to signify that I was a female belt owner. Not that I minded the female thing anymore really, it was obvious, so why the different colored belt.

Secondly, I was attracting an undue amount of attention from my male cousins. Of course, I knew what they were staring at; they are hard to miss but still. With this new additional problem added to my life, I could do a few things, enjoy the attention, or get mad; I decided door number three and ignored them. Really, if I didn’t, Aya would place my face on the mat in a microsecond. My cousin Sora unfortunately was not that wise.

“Sora, if you can keep your eyes off Kimme’s tits for five minutes you might learn something.”
Well that was my Uncle Jared, a 6th degree black belt and a master of the English language.

“Kimme-sama, will you please come here.” Uncle Jared called out.

Wondering what he wanted, I walked over and bowed. “Yes Sensei.”

“If you would be so kind to show your Kohai here what happens when one does not pay attention.” Uncle Jared then pointed to the sparring gear.

“Yes, Sensei.” Not wanting to appear nervous, I went over to my bag and pulled out my gear. It was one thing doing weapon katas in this new body; it was entirely a different thing sparring with my hulk of a cousin. Sora just smiled smugly and it didn’t leave his face as he put on his sparring gear. That little smile changed my mind. I planned on removing that smug look from his face. It wasn’t a sparring match vthat my Uncle wanted, but a lesson.

Slipping on my mouthpiece, I looked at my cousin Sora. The guy was built like a brick but we weren’t wrestling. Oh, I was sure if he got his hands on me I would have a rough time but that wasn’t going to happen today. Standing in front of one another, we bowed. The room suddenly got very quiet; everyone was going to watch, just great. Circling one another I began to gyrate my hips, yes it was embarrassing and not something you see during a Karate match but it sure got Sora’s attention. I then began to bounce on my toes. That produced the desired effect. With his eyes firmly fixed to my chest, Sora completely forgot why we were here, too bad for him. At that very moment, I pivoted on one foot and did a flying roundhouse kick to the side of his head. He dropped like sack of potatoes.

“Thank you, Kimme-sama.” Uncle Jared said looking down at my cousin in disgust. My other cousins were less helpful calling out to Sora laughing how some little girl just kicked his ass.

Bowing to Sora’s prostrated form, I started to slip off my gear, the lesson over. Walking back to Aya, my cousin suddenly got off the mat and charged me. “Kimme, look out.” Hibiki screamed. Without any thought, I leaped out of the way. Everyone got really quiet, even Sora stopped looking up at me. Somehow, I had jumped to the rafters above.

“Kimme-sama, will you please get down, we are not done for today.” Aya commented.

Nodding, I grabbed one of the overhanging spars and dropped down right in front of Sora. How in the world did I just do that?

“Shit, sorry Kimme; didn’t mean to get mad.” Sora was taking off his sparring gear.

I grinned. “Don’t worry about it, worry about Uncle Jared.” We both turned watching him approach with murder in his eyes. Getting angry was one thing you never do in the dojo.

“Crap.” Sora dropped his head and waited for the expected verbal assault. Thirty minutes later picking up my bag, I could see Sora getting ready to clean the entire dojo under the watchful eye of Uncle Jared.

Later that evening with everyone out of my hair, I finally had some real alone time. Reaching for my cell, I called the person I wanted to speak to the most.

“Sile.”

“Thank goodness, Ken…I mean Kimme. What in the hell is going on.” She sounded more than a little angry. What’s funny is that it’s exactly how I felt a few days ago. With more than a little trepidation, I began to explain to her what exactly had been happening to me for the last few days.

“And you had no clue this was going to happen?” She sounded tired.

“No.” I began but that’s not exactly true. Something told me that there were signs if I could just remember them. Most things that happened during the time right before my transformation, I couldn’t remember at all. “Well, I don’t know, it’s all fuzzy.”

“So you’ve just accepted it?”

“Well no, there doesn’t seem much I can do about it. My parents are looking at a way to change me back. My grandmother might be able to do something.” I hoped however, a certain part of me now thought that turning into a girl wasn’t all that bad. That confused me even more. Where was that coming from? But right now, I wanted to know how Sile knew that I was really Ken and not his cousin. “Sile, are you some sort of Priestess like my grandmother? Is that the reason why you knew I was Ken and not Kimme?”

“A priestess?” She laughed. “If you mean a Witch, no, but I do have some powers. As to why I have these powers it’s a little complicated to explain.”

I wasn’t surprised, how does one explain to someone else that they can cast magical spells. “Aya said that my mother and grandmother are coming for my birthday for some sort of ceremony. Hopefully that will switch me back.” So Sile was like my grandmother but she called them Witch powers. Does that mean that there were real Witches roaming around? Well if there were pony sized green dogs and sex-changing woods, it would make sense that there were also Witches. In addition, if there were Witches, what else was in the world I don’t know about?

“Do you believe them?”

“Excuse me?” What was she saying, why wouldn't I believe my own parents? ”Who, my parents?”

“Doesn’t your mother seem a little too accepting about what is going on?” Sile asked. Unfortunately, I couldn’t argue with her about that. My mother actually seemed excited. She continued. “What do you really know about your family, Kimme? What do you know about the Shisaa family?”

I was about to say quite a bit, then realized that wasn’t true. I didn’t even know what my parents did for a living. It was some sort of secret that they have kept from me for the last seventeen years. “My grandmother is a Priestess, my mother goes around the world buying antiques and I’m not totally sure what my father does. The Shisaa, well they’re my cousins.” What she was asking? Was she saying my parents had a hand in my transformation? It couldn’t be, it was the forest.

“Do you trust them?”

“My parents?” I trusted my grandmother and the Shisaa but my parents; I really wasn’t too sure anymore. “I think so, maybe.” Now that really concerned me. Everyone had been acting a little strange but then again the circumstances were really strange. What was I to believe? However, for me to suddenly not trust my relatives didn’t seem right. There was no reason my parents were behind my transformation. Maybe Rebecca was right, my mother wanted a girl and now she had one. It seemed the most logical explanation.

“Sorry ma bien-aimé, I didn’t mean to upset you. I just want you to be careful. I also want to see you.” She said in a very soft voice.

“But I’m a girl.” This was something I was dreading. Even though I found some boys interesting, I was still extremely attracted to Sile. “I mean, I’d understand if you just want to be friends. It’s not..." Tears started to run down my face. Angry with myself, I wiped them away.

“I like girls, too.” Sile said, I could tell she was smiling on the other end of the line.

“Really?” Wiping my face with my sleeve, I smiled as well. “Good.”

“Wednesday, I’m taking you out to dinner. My treat, I’m picking you up.”

Aya probably wasn’t going to approve but I really didn’t care. “I’m looking forward to it.” We talked for another half an hour. She was amused I was going to school in the morning but more than a little concerned. When I told her that Aya was going to keep an eye on me, it didn’t help any. Hanging up, a sense of relief washed over me. For some reason, I no longer felt so alone.

© Copyright - Elsbeth2011/2012

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 10

Author:

Elsbeth

Caution:

CAUTION: Language

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

TG Themes:

School or College Life

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 10

The cold wintery winds caressed my fur as I covertly slipped through the ruins of the old Shinto Shrine towards the base of the small sacred waterfall. Sitting under the ruins, the base of the waterfall was surrounded by lilac bushes making it a place of refuge. The first winter storm had passed after covering the mountain with snow and ice. Gracefully leaping from stone to stone neither snow nor ice upset my footing as I plunged into the pool below. The water warmed from the earth spirits soothed my tired muscles as I changed forms to stand underneath the falling water.

However, my respite was short lived. Already the black and white clothed humans were moving along the base of the mountain once more. The ruins had always been the home of my mother and me but it was no longer safe. She had passed into Yomi-no-kuni the summer before leaving me alone. Now without her protection for the first time in my short life, I was not the hunter but the hunted. Thankfully, the koropokkuru warned me of the hunters approach so they had not found me totally unawares. Planning to pass through the line of black hunters, the valley beyond would become my new home.

Leaping from the rocks, I hit the forest canopy jumping from branch to branch. Trying to pick up speed, my claws dug deep into the wood. The black hunters have strung thick ropes across the tress but that shouldn’t stop me but they were not what they appear. Thick white paper adorned the ropes giving off power, wards to keep me from moving into the valley. With a force of will, I shattered the first wall, passing through it with ease. The second and third were just as easy but were closer together. Through the night, they had created a gauntlet of wards for me to pass through. Feeling trapped, I ran another way, but that way too was warded. The forest that surrounded my home was now a cage.

“Good morning, Kimme.”

“Katie.”

“Yes luv? Are you OK?”

“Weird dream.” With the strange dream fading from my memory, I opened my eyes. “It’s still dark outside.”

“Yes luv. Don’t get your hair wet.” There was very little I could say, the days of crawling out of bed and just running a comb through my hair before heading out the door were over. Katie was already going through my closet pulling out clothes for my first day back to school. Ignoring the skirt she laid out for me, I accomplish my morning ritual without too much fuss. It wasn’t any less disturbing but I was becoming used to it.

“Do you wish me to help you with your make up?”

“Let me try.” Hibiki and Rebecca had spent part of the night helping me learn the magic of makeup. By no means was I a professional but having done dance and drama made it a little easier. “Isn’t that skirt a little short.” Actually, any skirt was too short, jeans would have been better. I had a sneaking suspicion that my mother had a hand in the way I was going to be dressing for school. The Umeki women had a certain appearance they had to uphold. When asked if I could pick out my own outfits I was told emphatically no.

“No dear, it’s just fine.” Katie smiled then walked over and gave me a gentle hug. “Stop playing with your ears, you don’t want to get them infected.” Another new aspect of my appearance, Hibiki was appalled I didn’t have my ears pierced. How was that such a surprise? One rather sharp pin later and a little blood; presto pierced ears. I’ve had better nights.

“There, you look beautiful.” Kate and I stood in front of the mirror. Turning around I conceded that the look was a lot better than I expected.

With breakfast sitting on my stomach like a lead weight, Aya and I took to the road. Getting in and out of a car in a skirt was going to be a bit of a pain. Still the idea of flashing the universe wasn’t desirable so doing it the correct way seemed like a rather good idea.

“How do you feel?”

I assumed that Aya noticed my pale sickly expression. “Terrified.” She laughed. I’m so happy I could be a source of amusement. “But I’ll get over it.”

“Good, you will do fine. I have faith in you, Kimme-sama.”

Why Aya had to escort me to school, I still didn’t understand. My mother wasn’t too helpful in that regard, just saying that it was something I needed to get used to. Since she was actually talking to me, I really didn’t have the heart to start a fight over the subject. I guess that if my mother could live with it, I could too. Pulling right in front of the school before I could even get out of the car, Aya ran around and opened my car door. “Great, right in front of the entire school; how was that going to look? “ I thought to myself.

“I could have opened my own door.”

Aya didn’t bother to reply. Doing this for a second time was a rather odd experience. Coming through as Ken no one seemed to even notice; now as Kimme I felt as if everyone was watching me. At least a couple of friendly faces were there to greet me at the door, Hibiki and Rebecca serving as my very own welcome wagon.

“That outfit looks cute on you, Kimme.” Hibiki said excitedly. Both girls gave me a hug. Not sure why but that seemed to settle me down. We talked for a few minutes but they needed to make it to class before the first bell. I told Rebecca again that she was welcome to drive with me to school but she liked taking the bus with her friends. To each his own I wasn’t a fan of the bus.

Aya does have a bit of a presence so when we entered the office everyone looked up. Mrs. Sheffield the school’s secretary just smiled. “How may I help you dear?”

“Hi, I’m...Kimme Umeki; I’m here to pick up my schedule.”

“Is that your mother?”

Turning I gave Aya a half smile. “No, she is just dropping me off.” Pulling my schedule up on the computer, Mrs. Sheffield passed it to me. It was almost the same except my Study Hall was at the end of the day, switching with my English class. Surprisingly enough, I had the same locker. Of course, all of the personal data now reflected my new status, Kimme Umeki.

“Principal Byrne would also like to speak to you for a moment dear. She likes to greet all new students.” When did that happen? Last time I was given my schedule and thrown out of the office. “Go straight in, she is expecting you.”

Passing through the office I was surprised to find Principal Byrne office so nicely decorated. It had a very comfortable welcoming feel to it. “You must be Kimme Umeki.” She smiled.

“Yes ma’am.” I remembered meeting her before in the hallway with my first altercation with Eric Sullivan. She seemed to be in a much better mood.

Principal Byrne gave Aya a different smile. “You must be Aya Yoshida. I talked to Kimme’s mother this morning and assured her that while in school she will be perfectly safe.”

That surprised me, did my mother actually call the school. I didn’t know how I felt about that.

“I understand.” Aya gave her a half bow. Seems she was playing her role up to the hilt today, whatever.

“Good, well Kimme, if you need anything my door is always open.”

After dropping my books at my locker, with a map in hand, not that I needed it and without Aya I found my home room. Walking in most of the way through morning announcements, I passed my note to Miss Byrd my home room teacher and found a seat. Once again Ken was invisible, I was not. Most of the boys gave me a once over, several more than once. Most of the girls gave me the eye most likely for different reasons. Thankfully, there was a seat at the back of the room. As soon as I sat down a blonde hair girl greeted me. “Hi, I’m Ashley Rowley.”

“Kimme Umeki.”

She made a face. “Didn’t we have a guy in class by that name? I heard he got sick or something.”

“My cousin Ken, he sort of had an allergic reaction to Massachusetts.” I smiled.

“I have an allergic reaction to school every day.” Another girl named Lauren joined in. “Must suck moving your senior year.”

Before I could reply, we were changing classes. After planning on meeting for lunch, I made my way to my next class. Sitting in the same seat I had before, a number of girls recognized my name. They excitedly began to talk to me about the festival and how well I danced. Word that I was the girl in white that sat on the palanquin in the parade spread throughout the class.

“Seems you have a following.” Hibiki greeted me at my locker as I prepared to switch to third period. “A couple of the guys were asking me about you.”

Yay me. “Some guy I don’t even know just asked me on a date.”

“So what did you say? You didn’t do the same thing…”

I laughed. “No of course not, I was very nice and told him thank you but no.”

“Christen has been telling everyone you’re a real bitch.”

“Great.”

“Oh don’t worry about it; everyone knows that he’s a jerk.”

Waving goodbye I found my new English class and made my way to sit by my cousin. “Ren, I haven’t seen you in a week.” Actually, what was rather odd I hadn’t seen his father either.

Ren looked up at me. “Kimme, I heard that they were making you come to school this week.”

“My mother thought it was a good idea.” We of course didn’t get into it during class. When it ended, we picked up our conversation but not before a number of girls from my other classes said hi and a few guys made Ren introduce me to them.

“Seems you’re popular.” Funny coming from him, as he always seemed to have girls hanging all over him.

“I guess so, where have you been? You weren’t at the dojo on Monday.”

“I heard you tried to knock some sense into Sora.”

I giggled. Yes I did, so what. “Worse he got angry.”

Ren cringed then he smiled sadly. “I have been…grounded.”

Nodding; Ren seemed to attract trouble. “Until when?”

“Your birthday.”

“What, you got to be kidding me.” I whispered. “What in the world did you do?”

He shrugged. “Something stupid, well at least my grandmother thinks so. Don’t worry about it.

Anyway I’ll talk to you later.” Ren left me standing in the middle of the hallway. Why did I feel that all of his problems were all my fault?

Lunch was nice, besides getting to eat one of my Aunt Naomi’s world famous Bento lunches we had a good group of people eating under ‘Sister Oak”. It was quite the change from Ken’s first lunch at Skogshaven a few weeks ago. The only odd thing was that Agwe who I had not seen before lunch kept staring at me.

Advanced Chemistry made me a little nervous for some reason. So far no one had recognized me, why should they. However, three people in my next class knew Ken pretty well. Trying to stay away, I took a seat at the back corner of the room. A couple of girls from my other classes said hello but Agwe walked right on by. Mal and Miki were having a conversation towards the front of the room so it seemed everything would be ok. Reaching down for my book, I came face to face with Agwe.

“Excuse me, girls.” She said to the girls that surrounded my desk. “I need to speak to her outside of class.”

Pulling me around the corner, she stared at me again. “Who are you?”

“Kimme Umeki.”

Reaching over she pinched my right boob.

“Owe...that hurt...What the hell, why did you do that?” Was this some weird girl greeting I wasn’t made aware of?

“They’re real.” She said surprised.

“Of course they’re real. “ I growled rubbing my chest. “That really hurt.”

“I’m sure if you asked Sile, she would kiss it and make it all better.” Agwe laughed.

“That might be true but still who walks up to someone and pinches them, Agwe.” Oh, crap.

Agwe just sat there with a smile on her face. “Spill.”

“I can’t.”

“Ken.” She said annoyed.

“It’s Kimme.”

“Whatever; spill, what happened?”

She spoke a little too loudly for my comfort. Covering Agwe mouth with my hand, I leaned closer. “OK quiet, next period in Study Hall.” For some reason I remembered that she had Study Hall after Advanced Chem.

Meandering towards the back of the Library into one of the study rooms the two of us took a seat. Agwe looked like some detective that was ready to cross-examine a criminal. “Ok...Kimme.” She emphasized my name. “Spill.” As it seems she knew something I went over my story again, pretty much what I had told Sile the night before.

“So you really have no clue?” Agwe sat back perplexed. “This is weird even for Skogshaven.”

Green dogs, ghost girls and sex-changing forests what else could be weird? “OK, now your turn.”

“What?” Agwe looked uncomfortable.

Pointing my finger at her, I made a face. “What, right. OK tell me how you knew?”

“Well…I sort of see things.” Agwe began to play with her fingers.

“Sort of see things, want to be a little more specific. What, like dead people?”

She giggled. “Well sort of, since I was little I can see things. I can’t explain it and it doesn’t always happen.”

“Did you wake up one day and start seeing things?” I wondered if she was a Witch like my grandmother.

“No, I sort of fell in the ocean one day. When I came out I could see things.”

OH, she must have had one of those near death experiences. “So how long were you underwater?”

“A year and a day.” She smiled.

“That’s a long time to hold your breath.”

Smiling she told the story of how when she was eight years old she was playing at the end of the pier at her grandmother’s old home in Martinique. Looking down into the clear water, she saw another child playing underwater. Waving to her the girl waved back wanting her to jump in. Being eight years old, that’s exactly what she did. Now there were dozens who watched her jump into the water. None of her relatives could see her underwater nor did Agwe’s body ever turn up. Her mother never gave up hope that she would return. A year and a day later her family was at her grandmother’s house again, this time packing up the house because Agwe’s grandmother had just died. All of a sudden, Agwe appeared at the end of the dock, which she immediately ran down into her mother’s arms. Agwe still has no memory of what happened during that time.

“So are you a Witch?” I hesitated to ask thinking she might tell me I was insane.

“No, the St. Hill women have gifts but it’s nothing like the Witches of Skogshaven.” She made a face. “My mother would kill me but you should have one of them take a look.”

“I was told my grandmother was going to see if she could do something. She’s a Priestess.”

“Oh I didn’t know the Umeki family were witches. I know the Shisaa family doesn’t have a single magical bone in their bodies. So your mother; is she a Witch too?”

That surprised me I had no idea. “I don’t know.” It didn’t seem Agwe heard me anyway.

“So you might be a Witch as well.” She said thoughtfully. Agwe was heading somewhere I wasn’t so sure I was comfortable going. “So are you OK with the girl thing?” Her change of topics lost me for a second.

“I don’t know. I’m working on it. It’s only been a few days.”

Two girls who were making faces at the windowed doorway interrupted our conversation. “Oh don’t say anything to them by the way, they are Norms. “

What in the world was a Norm?

Agwe then waved them in. “You’re interrupting our studying.”

“Yea, right.” A blonde-haired girl said throwing herself into one of the chairs. “Might help if you have a book opened.”

“Oh hey, you must be Kimme Umeki; I heard you were the dancer at the festival this weekend.” The second girl a brunette who was almost as short as I was took the seat across from me. I recognized her from my Math class. “I’m Tabitha Nelson and that’s Roselle Mjá¶ll, though we call her Rose.”

With the last bell, the four of us exited the library. “Did I tell you that I love your outfit Kimme; were heading into town; want to do a little shopping?” Tabitha asked. Actually, she hadn’t really stopped talking since we met.

“I’d love to but I need to check with…”

“Who in the heck is that?” Rose said pointing to Aya who was waiting for me at the front of the school. She rather stood out in her black and gray suit and dark sunglasses. “She looks like someone’s bodyguard.”

Aya at that moment noticed me and walked up giving a half bow. “Are you ready Kimme-sama?”

Smiling sadly, I explain. “I have to go.”

“Wow, you’re kind of old for a babysitter.”

Sighing I nodded. “I tried to explain that to my mother as well.”

“Geez, and I thought my parents were freaking nuts.” Rose said. “What’s your number? We’ll make a plan on breaking you out of your cell one night this week.”

Laughing I shared my information and in return got three hugs. “I’ll call you tonight.” Agwe said. “I’m going to talk to my mom, OK?”

I nodded, can’t hurt to have others see why I changed. Waving to the three of them, Aya followed me to the car. “I see you are still cultivating a friendship with the St. Hill girl.”

“She’s my friend.” I really didn’t care of Aya approved or not.

“That’s your choice, of course, Kimme-sama.” Aya didn’t say another word to me as we drove home back to the enclosure.

Already I could see that my school life was going to be an improvement. Now guys coming up and asking me out, I hadn’t gotten used to yet. At least two more came up to me the next day, which was flattering, I think. Something in the stupid forest magic made me interested in them it seemed. I tried to freak out about it but couldn’t no more than I could freak out that I still liked looking at girls. When I thought about Sile, my new girly places tingled quite pleasantly. Then again, there were a couple of guys that did the same thing. I don’t even want to even talk about Malcolm Kincade.

“So you’re still going out to dinner with Sile.” Katie asked while watching me get dressed. I must have tried on six different outfits already. This can’t be normal could it?

“Yes.” Standing back, I admired myself in the mirror. The skirt might be way too short but I wanted to show off my legs. What was even funnier I was actually wearing heels. Gods, I was turning into such a girl.

Katie just smiled. “Have a lovely time.” She then frowned. “Don’t be late getting home and I don’t expect to see you in a tree in the morning.”

I laughed. “I almost forgot I did that.”

“I haven’t.”

Grabbing my purse, I kissed her on the cheek and headed downstairs. Aya didn’t seem to share my amusement. “So you still plan on going out with that woman?”

“That woman has a name, and yes, Sile is taking me to dinner tonight.” I waved and walked out the door. “Don’t wait up.”

Sile was waiting for me at the carport. Climbing into her little red beetle, she greeted me with a warm smile and a kiss that curled my toes. “Ma bien-aimé you look beautiful tonight.”

“You look beautiful too, my beloved.” We smiled at one another. Shifting into gear, we headed off into the night. Maybe this girl thing wasn’t all that bad.

Authors Notes: A special thanks to djkauf for a little elvish editing. Thanks to all for reading! - Elsbeth

© Copyright - Elsbeth2011/2012

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 11

Author:

Elsbeth

Caution:

CAUTION: Language

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

TG Themes:

School or College Life

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 11

Watching Kimme depart, Aya spun on her heels, making her way through the center of the Shisaa enclosure. Passing the Shrine, Aya walked down a small path leading directly to the front of a maintenance door. Punching a code on a hidden keypad, the door opened up revealing a long hallway under the man-made Shrine Hill.

Passing several bedrooms, a kitchen and a conference room, which contained phones, computers and video equipment, she approached a large fusuma door guarded by two of the Shisaa men. Opening the door revealed half a dozen people, including Kimme’s grandmother.

Taking a sip of tea, she asked. “So Aya, my granddaughter has left for her date already.” It was a rhetorical question, off to the side was a wall of security monitors.

“Hai Imai-sama.” Aya knelt, her head almost resting on the wooden floor.

“That Sile creature is going to be a nuisance.” Rika Shisaa like the others sat seiza-style. “We should forbid their relationship.”

“True, the creature is an abomination, however she will prove most helpful during the Tojiru ceremony. The closer the two get, the more useful she will become.” A voice said over the speakerphone sounding like Kimme’s mother.

“You disagree Shisaa-san?” Sachiko turned to the not too happy looking Masanori Shisaa who sat off to the side. His clothes were unkempt and it appeared as if he hadn’t shaved in a number of days.

“You are not dealing with a Kappa or a Mujina that you can simply seal away in a bottle. She is dangerous and has powerful allies.”

“We dealt with the Ningyo easily enough.” A woman in a black and white Miko outfit disagreed. Three others sat by her side, two men in all black and another woman in a black and white Miko outfit.

“And look where it has gotten you.” Masanori laughed. “Her clan ran you off the Umeki estate in Hawaii.”

“If the Shisaa had done their job properly then that wouldn’t have happened.” The other woman in black and white said angrily.

“You moved against her too soon, she would have been willing enough. We had to clean up your mess.” Rika Shisaa growled.

“Enough.” Kimme’s mother commanded over the phone. “It was most unfortunate and my daughter will deal with them soon enough. This creature is no different from the others.”

“I agree.” Kimme’s grandmother nodded.” For the ceremony to be successful, we will still need the...assistance of a powerful YÅkai. I see that you are still not satisfied, Shisaa-san?”

“I will say this once more. You have also done Ken-kun a great disservice.”

“Shisaa-san as always, you do not wish to see the greater picture. My daughter is now closer to her true self.” Kimme’s mother said over the phone. “Ken would never have wielded the power we need against the YÅkai. He was a mistake. Kimme will be most formidable.” Everyone could hear in her voice the disdain she held for Ken’s name and the reverence, almost giddiness in her voice when she said Kimme.

Masanori Shisaa put his head down saying nothing.

“Imai-sama the time for the ceremony is getting near. Why don’t we just hold Ojoosama in her room until the ceremony? “

“I will not see my daughter harmed.”

“My apologies Umeki-sama, you misunderstand; that’s the last thing I would wish to do. We can make the experience quite pleasant enough for her. Tutors can be brought in. Entertainment can be provided.” The first woman in white and black said into the speakerphone. “Having her going to school and influenced by this creature..."

“Nanako-chan.” Kimme grandmother set her tea down. “We need my granddaughter to be a willing participant. She had too much free will in Hawaii for us to do anything but harm, if we now seclude her against her wishes. I wish her to live a carefree life as a high school student. After the ceremony, she will have greater responsibilities. Aya, I believe she is looking forward to the ceremony.”

“Hai Imai-sama.” Aya said. “She is looking forward to it, very much.”

“With her as a willing participant, the ceremony will prove much more powerful...Isn’t that correct, Aya?” Sachiko Imai, Kimme’s grandmother gave Aya a half smile.

“It is as you say Imai-sama.” Aya looked down at the floor; nothing else was needed to be said.

‘The Norse’ was a good choice for a relaxing meal. I half expected the two of us to travel a little further, maybe into another town for dinner but Sile said she doesn’t leave town much. I ordered typical American fare, they have great hamburgers; while Sile was a bit more adventurous, selecting a number of Scandinavian dishes. She of course made me try a little from her plate. Soon enough, we were feeding one another. I wondered what the other customers, who sat around us, thought; then realized I didn’t really care. What surprised me was Mrs. Hildebrandt my History teacher appearing at our table. Apparently, she and Sile knew one another and talked about some of the new exhibits at the History Center for a few minutes.

Disappointed that dinner was over, I fidgeted in the car. The idea of facing an annoyed Aya didn’t really appeal to me. Still I did have to wake up and get to school in the morning.

Passing right by the Shisaa compound, I turned to Sile. “And pray tell my dearest where are we going?”

She didn’t even smile. “I want to check on a few things.”

“Is that what they call it now a days?”

That got her to smile. Pulling up to the back of the house, we climbed the stairs to the top floor where Sile resided. The entire bottom of the old Victorian house contained the historical exhibits and offices of the Skogshaven Historical Society. Setting down my purse, I turned to her with a smile. “So now what?”

“Stand over there please.” Sile motioned to the center of her living room. Pulling up a chair, my girlfriend took a seat. “Let me take a good look at that enchantment.”

“Sile?” The whole Witch thing was a bit of a letdown. Expecting wands, cauldrons anything, what I didn’t expect was Sile just staring at me.

“Shush ma bien-aime, let me concentrate.” Moments later, she sat back tapping a finger on her lips, “Well that’s unexpected, nor does it make any sense.”

“Sile what are you looking at and what didn’t you find?” The only thing interesting so far was when I her eyes seemed to glow for a moment.

“Let me try something else before I say anything OK.” Leaning back on the chair, she looked at me. “Remember when I said I wasn’t a Witch?”

“Sure.”

She made a face; I could see she was struggling with something. “I’m Fae, a Baobhan Sith from the Winter Court” My beloved then looked at me as if I knew what in the world she was talking about. The only thing I recognized was Fae.

“Fae like a Fairy? Like Tinkerbell?”

At that point, she jumped up and pointed at her back. “Do I look like a Pixie?”

“I don’t know what a Pixie really looks like.” I answered truthfully.

“How can you not, they fly all over the bloody place. They’re little disasters with wings.” Sile suddenly began to speak in a heavy Scottish accent. “There are always a fair number hovering around Morgan. Last time she was here a white haired beauty offered to make me some tea.” Raising her voice, she was almost squeaking. “’Oh, Miss Sile, let me make you some tea.’ Then the little tart disappeared and boom she blew up my fooken kitchen!” While Sile continued to rant about Pixies for a few more minutes, I smiled. I found the whole thing rather endearing.

“Cool, my girlfriend is a Fae.” She could have told me she was a fire-breathing dragon I wouldn’t have changed my feelings.

Sile stopped her ranting and looked at me. “That’s right; you mortals tend to label relationships. An old...friend used to call me his wife.” She said with a sad smile.

It sounded like it was a long time ago and what did she mean by mortal. “You were married?”

“No not really, it’s just the home we were renting in Paris wouldn’t have allowed a non-married couple to stay together.” Pulling the coffee table into the kitchen and tossing the Oriental rug on the couch, she motioned to me to stand over to the side. “Go ahead and take off your clothes.”

“Really, is that the best you can do to get me to strip?” Grinning, I begin to unbutton my blouse. The grin left my face when her nails began to grow long and she stuck her arm with one of them. “Ouch doesn’t that hurt?”

“Not really.” What she started to do then was something right out of some Witches handbook. With her blood, she inscribed a circle on the floor. As Sile spoke what I assumed to be Gaelic the, blood began to take the shape of symbols. “This is for concentration and gives the spell a little...boost. Now go kneel in the center of the circle my love.”

Too shocked at the blood on the floor to even think about my nakedness, I grimaced expecting my feet to get bloody. “It’s not wet.”

Shaking her head, Sile motioned me to be quite. “It shouldn’t hurt.” I could tell she wasn’t totally sure. Suddenly the floor began to shine, the words glowing red. The bloody symbols slowly began to move, coalescing into what appeared to be an ethereal black bird. As the bird took flight, I covered my face thinking it was going to hit me but instead the creature passed right through me. Gasping for air, I tingled all over. Somehow, I knew it was going to return. Looking down I watched as black wings burst from my chest. As soon as the bird left my body, I was wracked with pain. My wrists, head, face, heart all these areas felt like they were on fire. Sile moved quickly to my side catching me before I could fall.

“So, Doctor, what’s the prognosis?” I smiled up at her.

Kissing me warmly on the lips, she said. “That was very brave.” Helping me to my feet, Sile made a face. “One thing I can tell you, no spell was cast on you to turn you into a woman.”

Sorting through my clothes, I asked. “What? How can that be?”

“I don’t know ma bien-aimé but I intend to find out.” There was a certainty in her voice I found comforting.

“Stupid forest.” Gods I really hated the woods, maybe I could ask my father to bulldoze everything for my eighteenth birthday.

“What do you mean?” Sile looked confused.

“I mean it’s the forest’s fault.” Obviously, she wasn’t aware of the forests strange powers.
Was I the only one dumb enough to go into it? ”It turned me into a girl obviously.”

“I don’t think so love.”

Looking at her, I could tell she was amused. I then realized she probably knew more about magic than anyone I knew. “So who?”

She shrugged. “I might be someone from the forest but that’s something we will have to find out.” Sliding up to me, she gave me a warm hug. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” The pain had faded as fast as it appeared. Resting my head on her shoulder, I was lost in thought. Who in the world would bother casting spells on me of all people? Actually, it was hard to believe that all of this was even real.

“Well I planned on trying out some other experiments.” My girlfriend leaned back and smiled lustfully.

“Huh?” What did she mean by experiments? “OH!” Throwing my clothes back on the couch, I allowed Sile to lead me into the back of the house towards her bedroom. Yea, this whole girl thing might work out rather well.

After not waking up in a tree after my date, the rest of the week seemed to go by fairly quickly. Aya also seemed to calm down a little. Which was good, I really hated it when the two of us butted heads. I was amazed at times how much Aya and I were alike. We were both pretty stubborn. Katie eventually would be there as peacemaker but it was better when the arguments didn’t begin.

True to their word, the girls dragged me shopping at the end of the week. Aya followed, of course, but no one seemed to mind. Agwe was disappointed that she didn’t have any clues why I changed sides so to speak. Her mother wanted to meet me, which was fine so I planned on having dinner at the St. Hills house the next week. If Aunt Rika was around she would have imploded but I hadn’t seen her in the last couple of days either.

“So what do your parents think about us being friends?” Agwe and I were off in the corner of the “Hangout” checking out their small selection of shoes.

Agwe shrugged. “You would have thought my mom would be more vocal about it but everyone tends to treat me a little differently than everyone else.”

“I can understand that.” The Kimme-sama thing was getting rather old.

Agwe laughed. “I guess you would. Then again you’re not really a Shisaa, trust me if you were I could tell.”

Putting a set of blue pumps back into their box, I said. “True I’m not. It’s a little complicated. I have always called them my cousins. The older men and women I always called my Uncles and Aunts. Only recently did I find that like Aya, they work for my family.”

“So someday you’re going to be in charge of both families?”

That startled me. I never really thought about it like that. “I guess so, eventually. I am the heir to the Umeki family and all of that.”

“Good.” Agwe said placing a pair of mid-heeled black shoes into my hands. I was surprised to find they might actually fit. Since I became a girl, it was almost impossible to find shoes unless I wanted to shop in the kids department.

“Why’s that?”

“Because I think it’s time for the St. Hill family and the Shisaa family to stop fighting. I mean really.” She whispered. “Just because we are Were-Cats and the Shisaa are Were-Dogs doesn’t mean we just can’t get along.”

Later I would pat myself on the back for not freaking out. Well it seemed rather silly to do anyway. I was in love with a Fairy after all. “It does seem rather ridiculous.” Actually, the whole conversation bordered on the ridiculous but it got my thinking. What kind of Were-Dogs was she talking about? The thought of Agwe turning into a cat sounded really cool too. Maybe if I asked her nicely she would show me.

“Good.” Agwe leaned over and gave me a friendly hug. “You know Kimme you’re much more fun as a girl.”

“Gee thanks.”

“So what dark secrets are you two discussing?” Rose walked passed us and began to rummage through the shoes. She had the opposite problem with her big feet.

“Signs of the Apocalypse.” Agwe said.

“What?” She looked confused.

“Cats and dogs living together.” Agwe grinned sending me into a fit of giggles.

Eventually our group headed out of the store with me scoring two more pairs of shoes. Throwing everything in the back of the big SUV, we walked to Kosta’s Pizza for dinner together.

“You’re going to sit with us for dinner right.” I asked Aya. She made a face then nodded. The off chance that some group of kidnappers was going to show up at a pizza place to snatch me seemed pretty slim.

Tabitha leaned over. “Good, I hate that she is not having any fun.”

“She does on occasion. You should see her in the surf; she throws some serious heat. She’s quite the charger.” Turning my head, I smiled at Aya. She nodded a half smile on her lips.

Kosta’s was getting pretty crowded and we were lucky to find a place to sit. Aya twitched a little bit; I knew she didn’t care for crowds without her being able to see everyone. Forcing my bodyguard into a seat, we waited for someone to take our order. To my surprise, it was Miki.

“Oh, hi guys.” Miki nervously fidgeted in front of us. Why I have no idea, Agwe and Miki have been friends since like kindergarten. Maybe he liked one of the other girls. Taking our order, he spoke to us for a few seconds before heading back into the kitchen.

“He is so into you.” Tabitha said.

“Who?” Was she talking to me?

“You silly, did you see the way he was looking at you?”

Miki likes me? “I don’t think so; he’s in my Chem class I don’t think we have even spoken before.” Well Kimme hasn’t which was rather odd. He is friendly with everyone.

“Whatever.” Rose laughed.

“Agwe?” I turned to her in a panic. I liked Miki, he was nice enough but really.

“I bet he thinks you’re that cos-play girl that picked him up in the parking lot.” She grinned. At that point, she had to tell the whole story. At the end, Rose and Tabitha were looking at me.

“What, it wasn’t me.”

Rose smiled. “So, where were you when it happened?”

“When did this take place?” Aya interrupted the conversation.

“It happened a few weeks ago, before the festival.” Agwe replied.

“Hawaii. Kimme-sama was still in Hawaii at that time.”

Tabitha nodded. “So it was before the festival. Oh well, it would have been better if it was you.”

“Tabitha.”

She giggled.

Agwe had not stopped looking at me. “It was before the festival, correct?”

I nodded. “I think I would have remembered something like that.”

Biting her lip, she nodded. “One would think.”

“The boy is mistaken, you were in Hawaii.”

“Of course.” Agwe nodded.

What did Agwe think I turned into a girl before the festival? I would have remembered something like that. I was positive. My head began to hurt. Little things started to come back to me. I knew about Eric’s motorcycle and rumors said a cat girl had tied him to the tree. We all thought she sounded like Miki’s girlfriend.

“Kimme-sama are you feeling unwell?” Aya asked. Reaching over she felt my head.

I brushed her hand aside and smiled. “No, I’m OK, Aya, just a little bit of a headache. I’m probably just hungry.” When I was sleepwalking was I turning into a girl? No, cos-play was never my thing. It didn’t make any sense, then turning into a girl didn’t make any sense either. I really needed to talk to Sile.

© Copyright - Elsbeth2011/2012

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 12

Author:

Elsbeth

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

TG Themes:

School or College Life

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 12

Finding ourselves on two comfortable couches in the library, the four of us sat back and relaxed. Our bags were stacked on the table in front of us with the study part of Study Hall already forgotten. Mostly we talked about what was going on with school, meaning who was going out with who. Normally I just listened. I hadn’t been in the Skogshaven High long enough to know everyone’s names and really I wasn’t all that interested. I did find out from Juro, who was in Miki’s math class that he was asking all my cousins about me. Juro told him I was from Hawaii, which was the truth and that I appeared during the festival, which was also true. Juro found the whole thing hysterical. I was happy for him and planned to show him how happy next time we got together in the dojo.

Walking through the rows of books I spied a familiar figure. “Ren.” I called out to my cousin, I was positive that he didn’t have Study Hall. Giving me a look, he reluctantly walked over to our table.

“Hi cuz, I didn’t know you had Study Hall.”

“Oh, I’m here for a class project. I’m looking for some reference books.”

“Sounds exciting.” Agwe grinned. What was rather odd, Ren didn’t give her any nasty looks. I couldn’t remember a time that he didn’t shoot daggers at her.

“I’m sure. Hey, I haven’t seen your dad in a few weeks. Where has he been?”

Ren shrugged. “He is with your grandmother.”

“Oh, I would have thought he would have at least have said good bye to me before going out of town.”

“Out of town?”

“My grandmother is somewhere in Japan with my mother. They are on some sort of scavenger hunt for my birthday or something.”

“Oh well, I don’t know anything about that. I have to go. See you later.” Without another word, he walked away. I rather feel sorry for him but he always did have a problem with getting into trouble.

“Weird. What’s up with your cousin?” Agwe asked.

“He’s grounded until he’s thirty.”

“Too bad.” She laughed, leaning closer to me, she asked. “So what did Sile say?”

Looking over, satisfied Tabitha and Rose was busy gossiping, I answered. “Not a lot, I talked to her last night.” Agwe already knew as much as I knew. I was sure she was passing it to her mother but that didn’t bother me. It couldn’t hurt that more than one person looking at why I suddenly turned into a girl. “She is still confused why there was no enchantment found.”

“It’s like you were always a girl.”

“Funny, not that I can provide proof anymore of course, but trust me I was 100% guy.”

Agwe giggled. “You know coming from you, in the way you look now, it is pretty funny.”

Looking down at myself, I really couldn’t disagree. What I didn’t tell Agwe, the idea of staying a girl sounded like a good idea. Perhaps it was the magic influencing me but I was no longer in a hurry to switch back. Sure, I wanted to know why, but I was thinking of telling my grandmother that the ceremony wasn’t necessary anymore, as I planned to stay a girl. I felt bad about it; especially if my mom and grandmother were searching all over Japan, but at least we could still have a great party.

“So how is Sile?” She grinned.

Blushing, I smiled. “She is taking me out to dinner this weekend; we are going dinner and dancing.”

“The Necropolis.”

“Sure, good music and lots of great dancing.”

Agwe laughed. “If you say so…the place sounds a little too loud for me.”

“You think Katie Perry is too loud.” Tabitha joined in. “’The Necropolis’ is so Dench.”

Agwe raised her eyebrow. “When did you ever go to there?”

Rose and Tabitha looked at one another then giggled. “We sort of went by one weekend, danced a little. It’s different.”

“What and you didn’t tell me?” Agwe said hurt.

“Like your mother would have allowed you to go.” Rose rolled her eyes.

Grinning, I said. “I can sympathize.”

Agwe turned and looked at me. “And you…how can you of all people, get to go dancing with Aya following you around everyplace?”

“What…who is going dancing?” Rose said. “Kimme?”

Agwe looked at me and mouthed, “Sorry.”

“This weekend.”

“With Miki?” Tabitha asked excitedly.

“No” It comes out a little too loudly than intended and I cover my mouth in embarrassment.

“Oh then can we come?” Tabitha’s almost jumping up and down in her seat.

“Tabitha.” Agwe groaned.

“No serious, we should all go, it will be a lot of fun. Rose and I didn’t stay long because we got too nervous; but if we went in a group.”

Agwe looked at me in sympathy. I giggled. Taking the group out on my date wasn’t something I wanted to do but it could be fun. I was a little nervous about introducing them to Sile but decided that I really wanted them to know her. I would have to bring it up with my girlfriend later. ,

“You too Agwe, you’re almost as bad as Kimme here.” Tabitha pointed a finger at her friend.

“No I’m not.”

Rose looked uncomfortable. “We don’t have to bring a date or anything?”

“No boys right, just us girls.” Tabitha started to smile then made a frown. “Kimme, you said you were going with someone?”

I grinned. Tabitha was hard to stop once she got rolling. Waving my hand, I said. “No that’s fine, just us girls.”

Aya reached over and sprayed her body with water. If she didn’t hurry, she would be late picking up Kimme-sama from school. She had been working out in the dojo all day and the time had lost track of time.

“Is what I have heard true?” Rika Shisaa burst through the bath entrance, to confront the Umeki bodyguard.

“You need to be more specific Shisaa-chan. I do not know what you believe is true or not.” Why was this woman bothering her when Aya had better things to do?

“Kimme-sama is going to the St. Hill’s for dinner tonight.”

“You have heard true.”

“I find this unacceptable.”

“Then it’s good you’re not invited.” Aya stood up and walked across the room, drying off while she walked.

Rika Shisaa stood there for a moment before following. “She should have no contact with the St. Hill’s.”

Sachiko Imai, Kimme’s grandmother walked out the back room, clouds of steam following her. “Rika-chan, why all the commotion?”

“Your granddaughter is having dinner with the St. Hills tonight.”

Sachiko turned to the half-dressed Aya. “Is this true?”

“Hai, Imai-sama.”

“Why is this the first time I have heard about it?”

Aya looked at Kimme’s grandmother for a moment then shrugged. “It’s just a meal; do you wish to know all of your granddaughter’s activities throughout the day?”

“No but I wish to know her associates.” Sachiko frowned. “You see no problems with this relationship.”

“None, Imai-sama, they are just friends. The mother invited her over for dinner.”

“I see.” She turned to Rika. “This might not be a bad thing.” Raising her hand before the other woman could object. “When she is the head of the Umeki family she will have to deal with many sorts of people and many of them will be enemies.”

“As you say Imai-sama.” Rika bowed. “I still don’t approve.”

“Your objections are noted Rika-chan, but you are slightly prejudiced against the St Hill family already. If Kimme-sama wishes to foster relations with other Were families and use them perhaps to help us hunt Yo-kai then I approve.”

“Imai-sama.” Rika bowed deeply. “I will say no more of it.”

“Aya, you will tell me of any new ‘friends’ my granddaughter acquires from now on. I also expect you to attend this meal.”

“Hai Imai-sama, as you will.” Aya bowed then continued to get ready; she was going to be late if she didn’t hurry.

The drive to the St Hills residence took her to the far end of the park. Most of the houses inside and directly outside Skogshaven ranged from over hundred to fifty years old. Only when you went down the other side of Main St., towards the hospital, did houses that were more modern dot the landscape. Eastside Medical Center had brought an influx of medical professionals to the sleepy little town. Some of the hospital staff commuted from as far away as Worcester but many moved into new modern houses put up by savvy developers.

“There’s the house Aya, well the mailbox anyway.” One thing that might separate Skogshaven communities from many was that for the most part the trees were not removed from the properties. The driveway was long, winding back from the street. “Must be fun trying to get out of here when it snows.”

Agwe’s house seemed to be part of the surrounding woods; it had a very natural feel to it. Still it was a good size house, at least five bedrooms. The three-car garage was full but there was a small side parking area where Aya parked the car.

“We are being watched.” Aya said looking around.

“Of course we are, they heard our car drive up.” Leaving Aya behind, I quickly made my way up the few steps to the front door. Before my finger could even touch the doorbell, the door opened.

“Hi Kimme.” Agwe stood in the doorway with a grin on her face.

Behind Agwe stood her mother, the resemblance was startling. Her mother also looked much young than I expected. “Hello Kimme, I am Agwe’s mother, Oshun.” She spoke with a very light what sounded like French accent mixed with something else. For a moment, the accent reminded me of Nina the owner of ‘The Necropolis.

“Mrs. St. Hill this is my…friend Aya Yoshida.”

“Ahh yes, Mrs. Yoshida my daughter tells me that you drive Kimme whenever they go into town. I have often thought that Agwe needs someone like that to keep an eye on her.”

“Mother.” Agwe rolled her eyes.

Aya smiled, “Please call me Aya. Well, I have been ‘watching’ Kimme ever since she was a baby.”

“Really, well please call me Oshun. Agwe go ahead and take Kimme upstairs and show her your room while Aya and I look over dinner.” Turning to Aya, she said. “Perhaps we can share some wine?”

“Sounds lovely.”

Watching the pair walk away, Agwe sighed. “Why do I get a bad feeling about this?”

“Is your father not here?”

“Oh, he will make it for dinner. He’s just late as usual.” Following her upstairs, Agwe pointed out the other bedrooms. I knew she had two old brothers. One was a sophomore at some college in Georgia and the other worked with her father.

Agwe’s room was nice; she had an eye for colors although there was definitely an ocean theme going on. “You like the fish, huh?” She must have had a dozen stuffed animals that were all fish. Between the posters, the stuffed animals and the decorum, I felt like I was at sea world.

“Orcas are not fish and neither are dolphins.” She correctly pointed out, picking up a large killer whale stuffed animal.

On her dresser was a line of swimming trophies. “Oh so you like to swim too? I didn’t know that our High School had a swim team.”

Agwe reached over and threw a stuffed shark at me. “It’s the big thing full of water next to the school.”

“Oh see, that’s the problem, I tend to ignore big things full of water unless there is salt in them.” I smiled which both got us into a fit of the giggles. We talked about our Oceans for a little while and then Agwe excitedly opened her closet to reveal some of her scuba equipment. She already had an Advanced Open Water Diver certificate but this summer she was going to work on her Rescue Diver certificate. One of the things she had talked about was becoming an instructor; however, her mother had other plans for her future. She and I had a lot in common.

Agwe was holding one of the large stuffed orcas in one hand, while trying to slip a pair of goggles on him with the other. “You know what we should do after graduation.”

“Hmm.” I found myself sitting on her bed staring into the eyes of a cute stuffed Blue Tang.

“Run away together.”

“Do you think Greg would object?” Greg was Agwe’s current squeeze. Since we met, she had gone through at least two boyfriends.

Grabbing the Orca, she plopped down next to me. “That’s not what I mean, goof. You and I head off some place, like my grandmother’s house in Martinique. My cousin Daphnia turned it into a bed and breakfast.”

“Sounds nice.”

Nodding she leaned her head on my shoulder. “I can open a scuba shop and you can teach surfing.”

“Any decent wave action in Martinique?”

“I think so, maybe. If not you can just.” She reached over and wiggled her hands.

I couldn’t help but laugh. She kept expecting me to have some sort of magical talent. Maybe I did, I just don’t know how. Obviously, I expected the ceremony to have something to do with it. Still, I wouldn’t mind being a magical girl as long as I was also able to wear the cute outfits.

“Yea but I don’t know how to…” I wiggled my fingers.

“Too bad, we could find it helpful. I’ll even sign up as your Warden.”

“I would like that.” Agwe had been extremely helpful in educating me with what she knew about the Unseen in Skogshaven.

Agwe mother calling for dinner brought us both back to reality. Once everything was cleaned up, Agwe reached over and gave me a warm hug. “Thanks, Kimme.” I happily returned it. I knew she wasn’t thanking me for helping her clean her room.

“Mrs. St Hill, the chicken is really good.” She had cooked it in a spice I hadn’t tasted before. The dish was a mixture of chicken, rice, tomatoes and a bunch of other vegetables. On the table were a number of other meat dishes but the best one was a pork dish mixed with plantains.

“Call me Oshun, and I’m glad you like it.” She smiled. Her father seemed rather nice, although he seemed to be the type to take work home with him. It took most of dinner before that ‘I’m still at work’ glaze left his face.

“So I hear you’re quite the surfer.” He said. “We are very proud of Agwe’s accomplishments in the pool.”

“Maybe I’ll get her to teach me how to scuba dive.” Agwe gave me a grateful look.

Reaching over Agwe’s mother put some more of the pork on my plate. “Perhaps, so what are your plans for your future? Aya said something about you working for your parents?”

Nodding, I bit into one of the delicious plantains. “My mother is a collector of antiques. Although I’m not one hundred percent sure what my father does.”

“I’m the same way Kimme, all I know is my dad fixes teeth.” Agwe laughed.

Aya happily served herself another helping of the pork and plantains as well. “Are you going to become a Dentist like your father Agwe?”

“No thanks, not really into sticking my hands into other people’s mouths.”

“Agwe is going to come to work with me, isn’t that right.” Oshun smiled.

Looking at her mother for a second, she said. “I’m still thinking about it.”

That put a little damper on the rest of the dinner conversation. After dinner, we sat around the living room talking about school, keeping well away from anything related to our future plans. For dessert, we had fruit and some sort of honey covered confection. Eventually it was time for us to go.

“So Aya, what do you think?” It already had gotten dark not that it bother Aya any.

“I agree Kimme; they are a very nice family. You should continue to cultivate a relationship with them.”

“So…what did you and Agwe’s mom talk about?”

“Mostly raising children.” Aya smiled. “and how difficult daughters can be at times.”

Cringing, I tried to change the subject. “Agwe wants to open a scuba shop in Martinique.”

“So her mother told me. Oshun has higher aspirations for her daughter.”

Looking out the window into the night, I said. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

“What about you, Kimme? Do you feel that it’s fair that you are expected to work for your family?”

I raised an eyebrow. That was a very strange thing. Coming from someone who has been drilling into me for almost eighteen years the virtues of family it was an interesting question. “I don’t imagine I’ll object too much, really. Well unless I find out my parents kill baby seals for a living or something else equally gruesome, I don’t mind the family thing.”

“Your family is looking forward to you joining them.”

It’s not as if I was going pro as a surfer. Other than becoming a professional beachcomber, I had no real exciting aspirations. Wasn’t that strange?

Agwe and her mother stood at the door and watched their guests drive away.

“So what do you think?” Agwe leaned against the doorframe. For some reason she couldn’t shake off this feeling of dread.

“Your friend is very nice. Her bodyguard is something else as well.” Oshun St. Hill was surprised when Aya called asking to accompany Kimme for dinner. She was equally surprised when her daughter explained that Aya was Kimme’s bodyguard.

“I think she’s her Warden or she is going to be.” The young girl shook her head. “Plus, Aya isn’t right.”

“What does that mean?” Oshun looked at her daughter with a half-smile on her lips.

“She doesn’t feel right. I can’t explain.”

Oshun St. Hill reached over and hugged her daughter. Ever since her child returned from Mami Wata watery embrace, she had ‘feelings’ that should not be ignored. “We cannot get involved my love. You know that. The families must not involve themselves directly with each other’s obvious internal matters.”

“But I have this feeling Kimme is in danger.” Agwe put her face into her mother’s breast and let out a soft sob.

“We must not, child.” Oshun frowned. “But you may go talk to Sile Martin.”

Agwe head shot up. “Really?” Wiping the tears from her face, she looked at her mother.

“I was wrong about Mrs. Martin. She might look like the bride of Kalfu but from what Nina told me, Sile is not at all what she seems.”

“Could you be wrong about Martinique?” Agwe asked, still with tears in her eyes.

Her mother lovingly wiped them away. “How about you work on that Rescue Certification this summer first, just give me some time to think about it, OK?”

Oshun St. Hill’s father had worked the waters around Martinique all his life. Once day he vanished and unlike her daughter, he had not returned. She was terrified that one day Agwe would disappear again under the ocean waves but this time for good.

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Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 13

Author:

Elsbeth

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Mature Subjects (pg15)

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Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 13

A red Volkswagen beetle flew through the early morning streets of Skogshaven. Early morning rush hour didn’t worry too many people. It was nonexistent. Some store owners were early risers, opening their shops and catering to those who did commute to the larger cities, but for the most part the town was still asleep. One place however was just closing.

Sile pulled in front of ‘The Necropolis’ and adjusted her sun hat. It was still a habit of hers to wear one usually, although the amulet that Morgan gave her offered her protection from the sun. Nina still had to remain indoors most of the time, that hadn’t changed. The Scottish Vampire looked up at the rising sun; how far the two of them had come since they first met in 1801.

1801 Spain:

Cold March winds blew over the Spanish hills buffeting the jacket of a grey clad rider. A young man with raven black hair scanned the hills with professional care. His horse gingerly walked up a small slope as last night’s rain had soaked the ground making the side of the hills treacherous. Coming on top of the small rise the young man grunted as if what he saw was expected.

A small battle had taken place among the hills. A dozen red and white clad bodies littered the area. All had been victims of violence. Huge slash marks covered most of the men’s bodies, as if some wild animal had attacked them. Horses too were caught up in the battle, a number of them showing injuries at first glance which looked as though they had been slain by artillery; however, the man knew that magic was involved.

Sliding off the large brown horse, the rider pulled a short carbine from the saddle. “So the nuns were correct, Galahad” The man spoke to his horse in a heavy Irish accent. Kneeling by one of the slain, he turned the head revealing a small Fleur-de-lis tattooed at the base of the neck. “So my dead friend, who were you hunting?”

Prudently, the man did not let the opportunity for good looting go to waste while searching for the remains of their quarry. While rounding up several mounts that were no longer needed by their owners, he spotted a womanly shape amongst the rocks. “What do we have here?” With his musket pointed in front of him, he walked slowly towards the body. To say she was beautiful was an understatement, but her white hair and alabaster skin were covered in blood. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that she was still alive but the sight of her legs gave him pause. “So my cailán á¡lainn, you are as far away from home as I am.”

Turning towards his mount, the grey-cloaked man made a face. “What should I do about this beauty?” The young man stood up and walked over to one of the slain taking his cloak off the body. With care, he covered the white haired girl’s body then picked her off the ground.

The room was dark, the only light creeping through heavy shutters high up on the wall. As the white haired woman rolled under the covers, her eye opened wide. Sensing something, she threw them back, leaping onto the wall behind her. Sharp needle like claws allowed her to hold on to a wooden support post as she scanned the room.

“My you’re a spry one for almost being dead last night.” A shadowy figure giggled.

“Who are you?”

A burst of flame appeared from a small woman standing towards the back of the room. She wore a nun’s habit, but what she was doing no one but the Unseen could do. In her hand was a ball of flame, lighting up most of the room.

“You’re not a real nun.” The white haired woman said.

“My you’re also very astute.” She let the flame die down a bit then it faded from her hand.” My name is Nina and you’re in currently in, well, my home.” Nina found it interesting that the woman spoke into her mind, although with a very heavy accent.

Leaping from the ground, the white haired girl retracted her claws. “My name is Sile. Are you the one who saved me?”

“No that deed was accomplished by an associate of mine.” Nina slowly approached. “He said you are far from home.”

“I am.” Sile nodded then slowly began to fall. Nina’s quick reflexes saved her before she collapsed on the ground. Carefully she picked her up and placed her back into bed. Nina smiled at the unconscious girl. “I can see why he found you intriguing”

Sile sat with her knees up staring at the last of the embers in the large stone fireplace. Already several months had passed since her encounter with the hunters. Her strength had returned quickly but she remained the guest of the strange Vampire Nun.

“You seem pensive.” Nina entered the chamber setting down a plate of raw meat for her guest and a wineskin, that wasn’t full of wine. Sile was amazed that they were able to remain in one location for so long until Nina explained that even here they respected the Paris Pax. Above all no lives would be taken unless in self-defense. The few villagers around the old Abbey in which they resided gave no notice of them, if bodies had been stacked up like cord wood that would not have been the case.

“Do you think that Phillip will discover anything about Eoghan?”

“If anyone can, he will. He didn’t leave the Coimirceoiri because of incompetency.”

“Do you know why he left?”

“No, not really”

Sile took a taste of what was in the wineskin and made a face.

“It’s pig’s blood.” Nina gave her an apologetic smile.

Sile nodded. “I went down to St. Sebastian last night and danced with the unmarried girls during one of the Saint’s feasts. I’m fine actually.” Even dancing was no longer lethal. Before she would choose one or more victims and dance until they dropped feeding on their life force and then their blood.

“Phillip should be back soon then we’ll move on. Spain is lovely but if rumors are true, I think it’s time to go home.” Six years ago, Nina fled Paris. Even to the Unseen the horrors of the Reign of Terror was too much for most. The Peace of Paris broke down and the capitol became a very dangerous place for everyone.

Nina sat by the simmering fire; with a look it relit, quickly warming the room. The Vampire kept half an eye on Sile and was amused to see the smile on her face. What a strange combination, the Coimirceoiri, Fae Guardian and the Scottish Vampire. Although the Coimirceoiri’s job was to protect the portals into the Fae Realm and help those of the Summer Court, a relationship between the two seemed unnatural. However maybe because they were so far from home and they were familiar with one another, that’s where the attraction began.

A beautiful golden haired girl entered the room by a side door, like Nina she was dressed as a nun but without the veil. “Mother, Phillip has returned.”

Sile was the first to move, passing the golden haired girl and crossing into the courtyard. The sun was just setting over the mountains stretching long shadows among the old monastery. A grey-cloaked rider passed under the old wooden gated. Sile admitted, Phillip looked handsome in his French officer’s uniform, finding out that he was actually a physician came as another surprise.

Sile smiled as he reached down and cupped her face. “Mo Shearc” Most horses tended to shy away from her but Galahad never seemed to mind her presence. Slipping out of the saddle, the two embraced.

“Your sorcerer friend is long gone. It appears you were right in that he used you and Adnet as a diversion.” The hunters had ambushed Sile and one of her sisters in the Spanish hills. Unfortunately the other Baobhan Sith didn’t survive but then again neither did any of the hunters.

“Damn him, I’ll get him back one day.” Sile placed her head on Phillips chest. She was now alone, the last of four sisters’ that came out of the Scottish Hills centuries ago.

From behind her, Phillip watches Nina approach. “Nina, the rumors were true the damned lobster backs made peace with First Consul Bonaparte.” The British and the French Republic had signed the Peace of Amiens. “Won’t last though, the British won’t tolerate a strong France.”

“The peace just needs to last long enough so we can find a ship back to France.” Turning to her daughters, Nina smiled, “Girls, it’s time to pack; let’s go home.”

“Sile.” A voice coming from the front door of the ‘Necropolis’ brings Sile forward 200 years. Looking up she watched a golden haired beauty open the door and look out. She was dressed in a very conservative business suit, a vast difference from the nun’s habit she wore in 1801.

“Lorelei, when did you get here?” Sile was surprised at the sight of one of Nina’s daughters. The last time the two of them was together was 30 years ago in Paris. Nina had several children but Lorelei and Medea usually never left her side. Medea ran the lights and sound inside the bar, Lorelei ran the office and Nina, she was the great hostess. The set up in Skogshaven remaindered Sile of the brothel Nina ran in Paris.

“Yesterday.”

“Are you planning on staying?”

“It’s up to mother. She and Pavel are waiting for you in the office.”

Closing the door to keep the sunlight out, the two women headed towards the bar. “Sile.” A small Greek woman wearing overalls dropped from the light fixtures above.

Sile gave the woman an amused smile. Not every Unseen was able to move forward with the changing of times. Technology could be especially difficult. Medea however embraced each change like a long lost lover.

“You’re coming over this weekend?”

“Yes, I’m bringing Kimme and some of her friends.”

“Awesome, fresh meat.” Coming from any other Vampire that statement might have been taken for something very different,

“Sorry Medea, they have been here before.”

The Greek girl didn’t lose her smile. “Excellent.” Sounding like an old man, she gleefully rubbed her hands together. “They can compare the old show to this new one. I have a completely new set up. You might even enjoy it for once.”

“Medea, please leave our guest alone and help Marcos clean up the cabling. I swear it looks like a rat’s nest up there.”

Medea ginned. “Sure thing Mom, I’ll go clean my room.” Giggling she waved passing through a door that said employees only.

“That girl.

“You have something for me, Nina?”

“Of course, please enter my lair.” Nina chuckled opening another door for the Scottish Vampire.

An hour later Sile sat in front of a large mahogany desk. She had been reading pages of documents but she was still confused. “I don’t understand.” In front of here were a number of folders labeled Umeki.

Pavel nodded, reaching over he flipped a few more pages forward and handed them back to Sile. “Well for one thing your girlfriend’s family is stupidly rich.”

“I gathered that already.”

Lorelei put another document in front of her. “They own shares in numerous companies, a pretty diverse portfolio. They also own quite a bit of land in Japan and the United States.”

“OK, I get it, they are rich...good for them. What else?”

“Nothing.” Nina smiled.

Sile looked even more confused then tossed the paperwork on the desk frustrated.

“You don’t understand, Sile. It’s too clean. A family that rich and that old...”

“How old?”

“I can find records dating back seven hundred or so years.”

“OK so they are old and rich.”

Pavel laughed. “My-ah lyou-bemayah, you can’t be that old and that rich and not have some skeletons in the closet.”

Nina moved over and put her arms around her husband. “Trust him Sile; he is as capable as your Phillip in learning secrets. The Soviets didn’t waste their training on my husband, did they, dear?”

Pavel kissed his wife on the cheek. “I talked to a friend of mine in Hawaii and the family is big in the community there as well. They are known for their festivals and blessings. ”

“Blessings?”

“They come to you home and bless it. Ward off evil spirits.” Nina laughed.

“Blessing? I’m sure they are Witches. That Aya has Warden written all over her.”

Nina nodded. “I think so too, however there is little else we can find.”

“So what does that mean?”

“They are hiding something. The Umeki records are too clean...very professional. “Nina pulled out a smaller folder from her desk. “Unfortunately that’s going to take a little more work.”

Sile nodded. “So our slate will be cleaned.”

Pavel shook his head then grinned. “No Sile, I got this one covered. They intrigue me. Let’s call it professional curiosity.”

Aya had been in a strange mood lately. This was to say a lot since for the most part she can be a rather strange person. There was always a side of her that was rather callous and uncaring. Well, maybe that’s too strong. Since I grew a little older, I have known exactly what position she held inside the family. When I was younger, I just assumed she was my Onee-chan, older sister. My mother was notoriously absent but there was always Aya. Even when I was burdened with a new Nanny, besides Katie, she had always been there to keep an eye on me. When I was hurt, she would be there to comfort me. When I had night terrors as a child, she would be in my room and sing me to sleep. Now the callous part really comes from her job. Sure, she taught me to surf but if necessary, she would have happily killed everyone around me to keep me safe; scary, really, but also comforting. Since I grew older, that uncaring and callous side became more apparent. It was as if she was distancing herself from me. As I was supposed to be the head of the Umeki family eventually that relationship wouldn’t be appropriate. I never would have thought that way but Aya was if anything else, a real stickler to protocol and appearances.

“You’re going to run into a stop sign if you don’t pay attention Aya.” I good naturally said as she almost clipped a parked car. Aya running around in a daze was something unexpected.

“Forgive me, Kimme-sama.”

Frowning I watched her as we continued our run. She was definitely out there and not paying any attention to the world around her. A dozen kidnappers could be following us, highly unlikely, but she wouldn’t have noticed.

“Aya are you OK, you have seemed to be out of it the last few days?” Her weirdness had definitely increased since our dinner with the St. Hills.

“Yes Kimme-sama.” She paused for a moment as if hesitating. “Can you show me where you entered the woods?”

Thunderstruck I almost ran into a parked car myself. “Why in the world would you want to do that?” I didn’t really expect the Woods to change me again. I trusted Sile’s knowledge and judgment in such matters.

Aya nodded hear head as if having a conversation with herself. “Perhaps we can get some clues as to why your changes took place.”

“I see.” I hadn’t told anyone but Agwe what Sile discovered. Maybe Sile’s concerns were true, I didn’t know. My mother did seem overly excited that I was now Kimme, but who would do that to her own child? No, I might not trust my mother but I trusted my grandmother. She wouldn’t be involved with something like that. If I could just speak with her, I was sure that this would all work itself out but she seemed to always be unavailable. My father as usual was clueless; he took my gender change as something not out of the ordinary. I know...my family was really odd.

Our run took us near the woods, so I pointed to the nearest section. “That area should work as well as any other.” Up a small slope, I entered the woods with Aya right on my heels.

As before, we ran straight through. When it was explained to me that most people went in and came right out I didn’t understand. That obviously hadn’t happened to me. Of course what concerned most people was the issue with some people entering and never returned. That hadn’t been an issue yet and I was hoping that Aya knew more than she was letting on.

“It’s lovely, Kimme-sama.”

She was correct; it was like entering a different world. My travels had taken me across the globe through many forests but this place was different, almost magical. As expected we had to slow down, taking a tumble in the underbrush would have been painful.

A familiar growl brought me back to reality. “Run.” Aya needed no prompting and in moments, we both ended up in a tree.

Standing on a branch of a wide Oak tree, I yelled. “Stupid dog.” Sure enough, there was a pony sized green and brown dog circling our tree. A slight movement to my right caught my attention. Aya now kneeled on the small branch with a katana in her hand.

“Aya, what are you doing?”

“It’s dangerous and must be dealt with.” She said firmly.

Without a though I threw myself off the tree and landed near the big dog. Standing in front of it with my arms out stretched, I yelled. “Leave him alone.” Now that might not have been the wisest of things, especially if Fido was actually dangerous. Well I’m sure he was dangerous but I knew he wasn’t a threat to me. Looking up I noted Aya hadn’t actually moved. I was more than a little confused. Normally she wouldn’t have hesitated even with my outburst.

I felt a nose gently touch my back. Turning, I looked into the eyes of the big green dog and swore. Stupid dog found the whole thing amusing. With a light push, I turned him around and pushed him back into the woods. I swear I could hear it laughing the whole time.

“So what’s the deal, Aya?”

Somehow, the sword disappeared neat trick that. Standing up, she gracefully leaped to the ground. She stood silently for a few seconds watching Fido.

“Towards the end of the Kamakura Period, Emperor Fushimi summoned a number of powerful magical families into his presence. Their households from that day forth were responsible for protecting the people from dangerous yo-kai.”

“Yo-kai like spirits?” Pointing to the woods, I said. “I assume also creatures like Fido.”

She gave me an amused looked before answering. “Hai Kimme-sama.”

I gave Aya the eye, she had turned on the old family retainer routine; normally something she only did with my mother.

“So what does that have to do…?” Turning I took a good look at Aya. “Oh, I see so the Umeki family is one of those households responsible.”

Aya said nothing; however, I knew what she was saying. So our family had protected the citizens of Japan from dangerous yo-kai since the 14th century. The thought of witches and their samurai retainers running around butchering innocent yo-kai didn’t sit well with me. In the last few weeks between Agwe and Sile, I had leaned quite a bit about the Unseen. I was more than a little annoyed my relatives hadn’t brought it up. At this point, I wasn’t going to do it. Grandma and I were going to have a long talk once this was all done. What bothered my was the thought of my grandmother dragging me all around the big island hunting down yo-kai on the command of the long dead emperor?

“Explain protection? Does this have anything to do with the baby seal thing?”

Aya looked at me funny then gave me the first genuine smile I have seen on her face in a while. “The magical families traditionally kept the peace between the Seen and the Unseen. They would only use violence in the most extreme cases. Most yo-kai, like humans, wish to live in this world in peace.”

“Sounds good to me.” Realizing that Sile probably came underneath the title yo-kai chilled me. There was no way that I was going to allow anyone to hurt my girlfriend, family or not. “Why wasn’t I told this before?” Waving my hand, I didn’t really need an explanation. Who would believe it? Giving Aya a half smile, a sudden thought occurred to me. “You weren’t supposed to tell me any of this, were you?”

“I was given explicit instructions of what I could say or not say; you are correct. I have told you nothing more than a very dedicated scholar might be able to learn on his or her own. ”

Shaking my head in amazement, I giggled. Aya was such an odd person sometimes. “Well, thank you for the history lesson, it was most educational.” What bothered me was Aya had to resort to subterfuge to give me a little more information on my family history. If we hadn’t gone into the forest this conversation wouldn’t have happened. Sile was right; I knew nothing of my family. If they were hiding this, what else were they hiding?

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 14

Author:

Elsbeth

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

TG Themes:

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 14

Masanori Shisaa opened his eyes hoping that somehow he would awaken in his own home. However, it was just another day of his forced imprisonment by Sachiko Imai and his own mother Rika Shisaa. After the failed attempt to get Ken to safety, he didn’t expect to become a prisoner underneath the Shrine. What was a little strange was his son Ren and not Aya showing up and freeing him from his imprisonment after the failed attempted. When the two of them went to check on Ken, the black robes confronted him again. Why had his son set him free in the first place only to have him confined once more?

What surprised Masanori most of all was the presence of Ken’s Grandmother Sachiko Imai. Aya and Ken’s grandmother had slipped into the enclosure a couple days after Ken’s first arrival. Masanori knew that the planning for the Kaihen Ritual that changed Ken to Kimme had been meticulous from the cleansing bath, to the ritual breakfast to even using the correct dance to trigger the change in Ken. Was the plot to transform his nephew to Kimme already in motion before Ken arrived? Ultimately, the last minute scramble to save Ken had been for naught. Now final decisions for the Tojiru ceremony were now taking place and Sachiko wasn’t leaving anything to chance. As long as Masanori behaved, his family would not be punished for his transgression.

After his meager breakfast, two Black Robes opened his door and dragged him to the baths. He didn’t mind really, not being allowed to bathe regularly had been one of the many things that annoyed him about his captivity. At no time were they violent but it had always been implied. Of course, anytime they moved him from building to building he was wearing those damn silver chains. Told to shave and given clean clothes, Masanori made himself presentable for his audience with Kimme’s grandmother.

“Good Morning, Masanori-san.” Sachiko Imai smiled as the black robed guards escorted him into the council room.

“Imai-sama” Looking around, Masanori was surprised to find his mother not present.

“Taro, let’s remove those chains from Masanori-san. I don’t believe he will be causing any trouble.” Sachiko motioned to one of the Black Robes who reached over and unlocked the chains from Masanori’s wrists. “Much better, if you two will leave us, I wish to have a nice private conversation.”

“Imai-sama” Kimme’s uncle rubbed his wrists; those chains were more than uncomfortable. “What do you wish of me?” Walking forward he looked down and was surprised to find that Sachiko sat in front of a large celestial calendar.

“Please, Masanori-san, have a seat, there are a few things I wish to discuss with you this morning. Perhaps we can share a cup of tea together.”

Masanori took a seat; neither the tea nor the taking of a seat was a request. He wasn’t surprised when moments later Katie suddenly appeared.

“It’s good to see that you are well, Masanori.” Setting a cup of tea down in front of him, Katie smiled.

“As well as can be expected.”

Katie gave him a sympathetic smile.

“You may leave, Katherine.” Kimme’s grandmother said.

“Yes Mistress, be well, Masanori.” Katie nodded then disappeared through one of the shadows in the room. No matter how many times he has seen her do that it was always unsettling.

While Kimme’s Uncle sipped his tea, he leaned over and studied the celestial calendar. He knew that the calendar played a significant part of the many rituals conducted by the Umeki family.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” Sachiko said sadly.

“Excuse me?”

“Such a simple mistake that now eighteen years later we have to deal with its ramifications.”

Masanori was confused. “Does this have anything to do with Ken?”

“Yes, of course. I can see by your face that you’re surprised that I acknowledge my grandson. Unlike my daughter who simply hates men, I was rather fond of the boy.”

“Then why is he now a girl.”

Sachiko smiled and set her hand on the celestial calendar.

“Because the calendar said so?” Masanori shook his head incredulously, to make Ken go through all of this just because of the stars.

“Even before I delivered Ken into the hands of my daughter, the Tojiru Ritual was in his future. We knew the date and the time for it to be successful. In the original time frame, it would have taken place over the summer of his seventeenth year. However, as you know we ran into unforeseen complications.”

Kimme’s uncle smiled. An assault by an entire clan of Ningyo seemed a little more significant than an unforeseen complication.

“It’s a shame really. I believe the child had real feelings for the girl, nevertheless, even if she was human that union would have not taken place.” She smiled sadly.

Masanori nodded, he recently discovered that Ken had been destined to marry one of his cousins. “And now?”

Kimme’s grandmother shrugged. “It’s yet to be determined. The Umeki family is very small however, there are a number of promising candidates on the Imai side of the family.”

“So why was this all a mistake?”

“Because Masanori-san we made a miscalculation in the original divination eighteen years ago. The OnmyÅdÅ all believed the most auspicious results would be for a male child. We also concluded correctly that as a male, she would be more controllable. However, after the disaster in Hawaii, we performed the ritual once more and we discovered that a female form would hold much greater power. Dangerous, yes, we are playing with fire but the results will be wondrous. “

“So what about Ken?”

Kimme’s grandmother waved her hand. “Ken or Kimme it doesn’t matter, the enchanted personality was for the most part the same.” Sachiko gave a half smile. She made sure that the Kaihen Ritual tweaked the enchantment just a little to make Kimme’s transition easier.” Ken’s daughters would have been powerful OnmyÅdÅ however; Kimme will become a great power unto herself. The Tojiru Ritual will merge the control of the Bunraku enchantment and the strength of spirit into a fine weapon for the Umeki family.”

Masanori closed his eyes, so much had changed since Maso, Kimme’s father had married Kaede, Kimme’s mother from the Sachiko family. True the Umeki family no longer held the power it had, the last true OnmyÅdÅ had been Maso’s grandmother. Even if Maso was a dud, it was as if the Sachiko family now was now in control. Suddenly he realized that there must be a reason why Kimme’s grandmother had given him this information. “What does this have to do with me?”

“Kaede would like you to become the Alpha of the Shisaa family.”

Masanori eyes shot open. “I don’t understand.” One does not simply ‘become’ Alpha. Why does Kimme’s mother need him to take over the clan?

“I respect and admire your mother, Masanori-kun.” Sachiko used the more familiar honorific. “However, she is set in her old ways filled with prejudices that in the future will prove an embarrassment to my granddaughter. You on the other hand are loyal to the Umeki family especially Kimme. You perceived, incorrectly, I might add, a danger to Ken and you stepped forward to protect him. The Umeki family admires your dedication Masanori-kun.”

“I don’t see her stepping down peacefully.”

Kimme grandmother smiled. “Don’t worry about that little detail, I can be very persuasive.”

“Can I think about it?”

“Of course Masanori-kun, you have until I finish this cup of tea.”

Sile sat well above the street overlooking the Shisaa enclosure. Spending most of her days dealing with the children of Skogshaven, most of her nights were spent studying the Shisaa enclosure. She hated to admit it but working with the children was a much-needed distraction. Most Fae, whether from the Summer or Winter Court found human children interesting.

“You have need of us, Baobhan Sith?”

Looking up, she spied a short gray goblin like creature standing in the branches above. “You’re late.”

The Spriggan shrugged. “Your new friends don’t like my kind although I will say the feelings are mutual.” He smiled revealing shark like teeth.

“Menadue, I need eyes and ears inside the Were’s household.”

“I see, why don’t you ask your new friend?” The creature said the word friend like it was a curse word.

“She wouldn’t approve.”

The goblin gave the Scottish Vampire a wicked grin. “The one who holds your leash doesn’t want you to upset her allies. Oh, poor Sile how far you have fallen.”

“Don’t push me, Menadue.” With a wave of her finger, the goblin like creature flew in the air slamming into the trunk of the tree. “I’d be more than happy to make a deal with your brother, after I suck you dry.”

The Spriggan staggered then bowed. “Mistress, I do apologize.” Menadue didn’t sound very sincere but she could tell he was now sufficiently terrified. “If you are willing to pay the blood price we can do business. As you can see the moon is almost full.”

“You know I cannot do that.”

Menadue shrugged. “Do or not do that is the only payment we will accept. Eoghan was more than happy to pay the price.”

“Let me think about it.” Sile said leaning back against the tree. Two hundred years ago, she wouldn’t have given it a second thought.

“Well you do that, you have until the full moon.” Menadue stepped off the branch to disappear into the night.

“You shouldn’t be talking to them, Sile.”

The Baobhan Sith made a frown, instantly recognizing the voice. She was amazed that neither she nor the Spriggan noticed her presence. “Lily, isn’t it past your bedtime.”

The Pixie snickered as she jumped to land on Sile’s outstretched leg. Barely a foot tall wearing what appeared to be a BU sweatshirt and pants, the Pixie stood in front of Sile with her hands on her hips. “Why do you need their help? Why do you need eyes and ears?” The white haired fairy sounded a little confused.

Sile looked down at the Pixie. “”Why are you…wait have you been following me?” The Baobhan Sith looked around her sense stretching outwards but she found that only the two of them. A lone Pixie was very unusual.

Lily looked down twisting her foot. “Maybe…you seem to spend almost every night in this tree…I was worried.” The small Pixie made a sad face. “Also I don’t like that you’re angry with me, so I wanted to do something to make it up to you.”

“You can stay out of my kitchen, that would be payment enough.” Besides destroying the kitchen, she also blew out all of the windows on the top floor. “So you have been following me.”

Lily shrugged. “Just a little, so what do you need of the Shisaa family?”

“I’m worried about my…girlfriend.”

“OH” The Pixie’s eyes opened wide and she flew straight up to land on the Scottish Vampire’s shoulder. Reaching over she gave Sile a hug. “I’m sorry.”

Sile closed her eyes, on one hand she wanted to strangle the Pixie, on the other hand she reminded her of the children that came to the Historical center. “Thank you, Lily; there is nothing you can do. I need someone to go down into the enclosure and check on things.”

“I can do that.” Lily said proudly.

“No you can’t, her Highness wouldn’t approve.”

“You mean I would get into trouble.”

“Of course, I can’t see that your Chief Bria would be happy with you either.”

Lily hopped down off Sile shoulder and walked out onto the tree branch. “I get into trouble all the time Sile. I don’t mind.” Nodding to herself, the white haired Pixie turned and looked directly at Sile. “I’ll be your eyes and ears.”

Sile looked at the white haired Pixie. Encroaching upon the land of an ally might be enough for her expulsion from Skogshaven. Of course, dealing with the Spriggans could as well. The Scottish Vampire’s relationship with the Sidhe Princess was still very new to see how far she could push it. Still she also didn’t want to use up what good will she obtained saving Morgan’s girlfriend.

“OK, Lily, but be careful and try not to destroy anything.”

The Pixie grinned.

After my educational run with Aya, a few odd occurrences at home kept me a little more frazzled. Between the thought that at night I crept around and seduced seniors at Skogshaven High and that my family was some sort of Spirit Guardians, it was no wonder I was hallucinating. While eating breakfast, I swore that across from me was a white haired Fairy. She seemed to be trying to sneak around the dining room. Why a foot tall girl needed to sneak was anyone’s guess but I decided to leave well enough alone. Secondly, with my paranoia now at full tilt, I was totally convinced my grandmother had recently been in my home. I continued to smell the incense she used for all of her rituals. She actually smelled like it most of the time, which was actually pleasant but now it was just frustrating. I didn’t bother to point it out to anyone but thought I would keep an eye out just in case she was hiding in my closet. To cap it all off, after I told Sile about what my family did for a living she pretty much hung up on me. She was pleasant about it, told me that she loved me but I could tell she wanted to hang up. By the end of the night, I had convinced myself that she would no longer be interested in someone like me.

Thankfully, by the time Saturday night rolled around I was a little less frazzled. School being rather mundane was just what I needed to center myself. My imagination seemed to be more under control when I had to deal with thermite reactions, ferric oxide fun stuff, in Chemistry class and not catch myself on fire.

Sile eyed me with a lustful smile as she drove up to the carport. Of course, I was standing there wearing a dark green scoop neck minidress. Knowing she loved the color and with the long sleeves and fishnet, I was hoping for exactly that reaction. Slipping into the car, she gave me a long kiss, thoughts of her leaving me happily faded away.

“Ma bien-aimé” Sile reached over and wiped a tear from my eye.

“Sorry, it’s been a rather stressful week and I thought that since my family appears to be some sort of spirit guardians, you would hate me.”

Sile laughed. “Hardly, remind me to tell you more about Phillip sometime.” I knew that he was the man who Sile said was her ‘husband’ all those years ago. Apparently, the Dark Fey sorcerer the town fought over the summer had murdered him when Sile and Phillip lived in Paris.

Sniffing I checked the mirror; hopefully I didn’t look like a raccoon. “Agwe and the girls are going to meet us for dinner at The Nordic before we set off to The Necropolis.” Reaching over to give me one another soft kiss, Sile threw the little red car into gear and we sped off into the night.

“OH MY GOD.” Tabitha screamed as Sile and I stepped out of her little red bug. Running forward she gave me a big hug. “Look at you, you look so hot.” Tabitha didn’t look too bad either in her little black dress. Rose of course looked like some Viking goddess but it was Agwe who looked really cute in this yellow and blue printed strapless chiffon dress.

Quickly introducing Sile to my friends the five of us headed into The Nordic for dinner. We of course made quite the scene. Tabitha had planned it well. It was all rather embarrassing but was also a lot of fun.

I was happy to see that Sile was quickly dragged into our discussions. When she mentioned to the others she lived in Paris, Agwe immediately switched to French and two of them spoke for about ten minutes. The rest of us were impressed. Tabitha really was interested in what Sile did at the history center. She planned to become a teacher after college. After politely turning away a couple of interested gentlemen with the comment that it was a girl’s night out, the four of us headed off to a night of dancing.

“Crap, look at that line.” Rose complained. “It’s going to take an hour to get into the club.”

Grinning I looked up at Sile who only nodded. The others were surprised when the two of us passed the line and approached the door. Quite a few people gave us a dirty look. “Pavel; crowded as always I see.”

“Evening Sile.” The Russian man looked at the five of us. “I gather all of you are together?”

“Yes.”

“Agwe, it’s a pleasure having you. Say hello to your mother for me.” Pavel gave her a warm smile. Opening the door wide, he gave a slight bow. “Welcome to The Necropolis, ladies.”

Linkin Park’s “Burn it Down” was playing as we entered the club the full force of the music slamming into our chests. Immediately the girls began to move their bodies to the beat. I hadn’t taken more than three steps into the place before I began to feel a little buzzy. It was nice feel. After we paid our cover, Sile mentioned that we already had a table reserved overlooking the dance floor.

Tabitha had a huge grin on her face. “This place is fantastic.”

“I’m glad that there are five of us though.” Rose looked around the room.

For some reason I wasn’t surprised to find the owner of the dance club sitting at our table. She quickly rose. “Agwe, you look beautiful. Seems the little girl I knew in Paris has bloomed into a beautiful woman.”

My friend looked embarrassed at the compliment but she happily returned the offered hug. “Aunt Nina, let me introduce you to my friends.”

“Aunt Nina.” Sile commented.

“Hush, you.”

After being introduced to the others, Nina also gave me a warm hug. “So your Kimme, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” For some reason she sounded amused.

“Sile, when you have a moment, come into my office I have something to show you.”

“Sins of the Flesh” by Sister Machine Gun dragged the five of us to the dance floor and in no time at all, we were moving with the music. Sile of course outshone us all, pulling in different partners then twirling them away out of her orbit. Soon Sile and I moved in harmony dragging others into our group. When ‘Tik Tok’ by Kesha came on, four of us decided to take a break with Rose having to be dragged off the dance floor as she complained she liked the music.

Last time when I danced as Ken, I didn’t exactly feel well afterwards. It was difficult to explain, I wasn’t tired but I didn’t feel right. After a half a dozen songs tonight I felt great. Almost as if I was feeding off the energy in the room, I walked around with a buzz.

“Are you ok?” Agwe leaned over and half screamed in my ear.

Smiling I nodded.

“You seem different.” She said with concern in her voice.

“In what way?”

Agwe shrugged. “I don’t know, just different.”

Giggling I dragged her off to the dance floor when “Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked” by Cage the Elephant started.

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 15

Author:

Elsbeth

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

TG Themes:

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 15

Inside Nina’s darkened office, Sile sat back and continued to scan the documents in front of her. There wasn’t a lot of new information; no more really, than Kimme had said but what she found was interesting. The most intriguing piece of evidence was a copy of a yellowed photograph. Obviously taken during the 19th century, the photo depicted a young Japanese woman wearing a traditional kimono. Behind her stood a black robed armed attendant, a feminine young man by his look. However, that young man was a spitting image of Kimme’s bodyguard.

“So from what Kimme told me, the Umeki family had not had a true…”

“Onmyo-do-” Pavel said.

Sile nodded. “Since her great-grandmother.” She fingered the yellow photo. According to Pavel’s sources, the Umeki family historically had a good reputation with other Unseen. “I assume that is why her father married a woman from the Imai family but why to such a militant branch?” The Imai family kept its secrets well hidden; the only thing determined was the Umeki family would call upon them if force were ever necessary.

Nina shrugged. Such things were common when she was young, anything to better the family or ones clan. “Evidently the Imai family is related to the Umeki family, a junior branch.”

“And Aya.” Sile looked at the photo once more. The young man in the photo could be a relative but her instincts told her that it was not. “Obviously some type of Unseen.” That one had been hard to read and she now wanted to know why. “I thought she was just a simple Warden.”

“Perhaps she is, although it seems nothing is simple about her.”

“So the change from Ken to Kimme?”

Pavel reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a cigar, which Nina lit with a wave of her hand. “Thanks my love, power what else. Assuming that they are the ones that changed her of course, Kimme might now be able wield the ancient powers of the Umeki family.”

“Ken wasn’t without power.” Nina frowned. With an embarrassed smile on her lips, she said. “Sile when you first introduced Ken to me, I pushed some of my…influence towards him. Just to play with you a little. He threw it off immediately.” She remembered the feeling as if she was just an annoying fly. “I was a tad bit concerned that you might have actually invited one of your old Unseelie friends to my establishment.”

Sile shook her head; Nina hadn’t changed all that much in all the years since they first met. “I have no friends in the Winter Court.” The Scottish Vampire looked at the photo once more. “So, Aya could be one of these Yo-kai?”

“I believe; you are considered a Yo-kai by them as well.” Pavel grinned.

Sile tapped her finger on her lips. “Kimme can move freely through the forest.” Originally she thought her girlfriend’s first time passing through the woods was considered unusual but not unknown, however not a second time. Very few were able to move through the Fae woods, most just exited a few yards away from where they started.

Nina nodded. “She could have some Yo-kai blood in her as well.”

Pavel puffed on his cigar a few times. “Still not enough information, why bother with Ken in the first place. Simply change him as a child if they had the power. What is going to happen during this ceremony you mentioned ,Sile and finally why keep Kimme in the dark about well everything?”

“They’re hiding something.”

“Of course they are.” Pavel grinned.

Suddenly the office door flew open; Medea stepped through the entrance, with Agwe close behind. “We have a problem.”

The two entered The Necropolis easily enough; with Nina and Pavel in the back room, no one seemed to be worried about the two young men. The looks they were getting were in fact very different. Dressed in black motorcycle leathers, both were strikingly handsome. With their blonde hair and sky blue eyes, the two attracted the attention of a number of people of both sexes.

“So many beautiful choices.” The younger of the two tapped his toe to the music. “Perhaps we should stay a while.” The Vampire was tired of feeding on the dregs of society. Some more energetic blood was what he needed.

The older of the two shook his head. “No not here and not in this town.” After reading a flyer about the clubs opening a state away, the town appeared to be a good place to stop for a few days. Now he wasn’t too sure. He felt uneasy and listening to those feelings had saved them on a number of occasions. The two Vampires had been traveling up and down the east coast for the last few years, not staying too long in one place. Small towns tended to over react when their wives and daughters went missing. “We really need to get to Boston; another corpse or two in a big city isn’t going to upset anyone.”

“Well the selection here is much better than your average stranded motorist.” The youngest laughed. “Shall we.”

Moments later the two were on the prowl. They were efficient hunters, mingling among the crowd looking for their prey. Finally, the youngest noticed two girls sitting off to the side of the dance floor all alone.

“So what are two beautiful girls like you doing without dates?”

Rose blinked twice; he couldn’t have been taking about her. “How do you know we don’t have dates?”

“Because if you were my girlfriend I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.” One of the men leaned over the table and gave Rose a compelling smile “I’m Cody and my friend over there is Jeremy.

The girls quickly introduced themselves and without objecting allowed the two men to slide into the booth next to them. Tabitha couldn’t keep her eyes off the one who called himself Cody. As he gently pressed himself against her, Tabitha became embarrassed and excited at the same time. She had never met a boy with such gorgeous eyes.

“So what school do you two girls go to?”

Jeremy nodded. “We go to Lutheran Theological Seminary.” Of course, it had been a number of years since the two attended the Pennsylvanian school.

Rose thought it was rather strange that the two went to a Seminary. As she was about to tell Jeremy that the two of them were still in High School, Tabitha squeaked. “Bay Path College.” Rose knew her friend had just come back from visiting the school last weekend with her parents. Why was Tabitha trying to keep them from leaving? No college guys would want to spend time with two High School girls. Trying to control herself, Rose reached over and took a sip from her drink. Where were Agwe and Kimme? She knew if Sile returned the older girl could make the two boys leave.

“That’s cool; you’re only about an eight hour drive from our dorms.” Jeremy reached over, brushing Rose’s cheek with his hand. She shivered at his gentle touch. Any thought of forcing the two boys to leave simply vanished. “You look a little overheated babe; maybe we should all get some air.”

“Sounds like a great idea Jeremy.” Cody gave Tabitha a warm smile. “Don’t you think so?” The young girl, now fully enthralled could only nod.

Agwe was beside herself with worry. First Kimme transformed, physically she looked the same but something inside of her was different. Agwe perceived that the girl who dragged her to the dance floor was no longer the same person she went to school with every day. Now all of her friends were missing. Kimme had simply vanished before her very eyes. Moments later Media dragged Agwe off the dance floor with the news that a pair of Vampires had abducted Rose and Tabitha.

Far from the club at the start of a dirt road, a black jaguar sniffed the air once more. Although Kris, one of the door attendants had said he saw the four of them leave on motorcycles, Nina didn’t think they would go too far. Leaving Pavel behind, the four of them had paired up to search for the missing girls. Initially, Agwe believed her two friends lost but when she shifted into a black jaguar, the young woman somehow picked up the lingering scent of Tabitha perfume.

Looking up at Medea, the Vampire gave her an understanding smile; they hadn’t been able to get a hold of Sile and Nina over the phone, as usual, Skogshaven was playing havoc on technology. There was no guarantee that Medea and she could handle the two Vampires by themselves but it didn’t matter to Agwe. Although way past midnight, the pair quickly followed a set of fresh motorcycle tracks leading down the dirt road.

Half way out of town, the bike marks turned off the road and into the forest. Agwe could definitely smell Tabitha’s perfume but also something she dreaded, blood. The two didn’t have to go far. Charging up an embankment and bursting through the thick underbrush that covered the edge of the road, the black jaguar roared in horror. The two Vampires had Rose and Tabitha in a deadly embrace. Upon being disturbed, the one holding a deathly pale Tabitha contemptibly tossed her to the forest floor. Despair filled the Agwe’s heart, she was positive her childhood friend was no longer alive.

“Go away, you’re disturbing us.” The Vampire said as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You’re poaching on our territory, now drop the other girl and get the hell out of here.” Medea took a couple of steps forward.

“I don’t think so.” The Vampire holding Rose smiled. “I can feel your little feline companion’s emotions; she is terribly concerned about these girls. Get any closer and I’ll snap this pretty one’s neck.”

“Go ahead and I’ll happily snap yours.” Agwe was surprised when a gentle touch rubbed her head. Without warning, she found herself shifting back to human form surprisingly wearing the clothes she had shed earlier when shifting into Were form.

“Kimme?”

“No Kimiye.”

Dressed in a red and white Miko outfit, the same clothes Agwe had seen Kimme’s cousins wear during the festival; the girl had long black and white hair. Miki was right in that the girl’s hair made her look she was wearing cat ears but it was her eyes that seemed much more feline.

“Who the hell…” The Vampire holding Rose didn’t get a chance to finish his question as both Vampires were unexpectedly picked up off the ground and slammed into the trees behind them.

“Grab the girls and get out of here, I’ll keep them busy.” Without another word, the one who called herself Kimiye leaped towards the nearest downed Vampire.

“Wait Kimme...” Agwe didn’t understand. She could tell that was Kimme but why was she calling herself Kimiye?

Medea closed her hand on Agwe arm. “No she’s right; your friends need medical attention now.”

As Agwe carried Rose in a firefighter’s carry out of the clearing, she turned around. Kimiye or Kimme and the Vampires moved around in a blur but the red and white robed girl seemed to disappear and reappear at will. Agwe was not surprised to find that her friend moved with a cat like grace. If she didn’t know better Agwe would swear she could see a long white tail sticking out of Kimme’s robes, even her hands now looked like claws. Ducking under one of the strikes, the cat girl slammed both palms underneath the neck of the closet Vampire. Agwe could hear the crushing of bones as the Vampire was tossed into the trunk of a tree. Still Kimme was hard pressed. Agwe turned away with tears running down her face; the thought of losing all of her closest friends tonight was almost too much to bear.

Kimiye lay with her back against the tree contemplating her stupidity. She was frustrated and angry but more so with herself. The Yo-kai had been collecting power biding her time since the change. Kimme’s form was much more adaptable, closer to her true self. The living energy from tonight’s dancing had been just enough for her to take control. With the bindings loose, if she had just kept going out of town, she might have finally broken free. Why did she turn around and rescue those girls? Why did she care, they were only humans. Even the Were, did the girl’s safety mean more than her own freedom?

Smiling at the two piles of ashes, the Yo-kai gave a small giggle. Well at least she looked better than the two Vampires that fed on Kimme’s friends. Ultimately, Kimiye knew she used up too much energy in the fight. If the Yo-kai had all of her power, the two Vampires would have been nothing more than a mere nuisance; she might even have played with them a little. With one hand, Kimiye tried to push off the ground, slowly rising but slid back down again. Now most of that precious energy she collected was gone. Closing her eyes, the Yo-kai could feel the bindings taking control once more. So close.

The sound of footsteps caught her attention. Slowly turning her head, Kimiye watched as another person entered the clearing, the only person who had ever been able to sneak up on her without notice. “I’m ready to go home.” Kimiye said with a warm smile on her face and then her entire body began to shudder as the bindings took full control over the Yo-kai once more.

Sile didn’t wait to see what happened to Rose and Tabitha; she desired to only see Kimme. The Baobhan Sith understood that if Kimme was able to take another form, she might be more than just part Yo-kai. To her it didn’t matter, all that mattered was Kimme needed her help. Moving as fast as possible, the Scottish Vampire began to slow down upon reaching the point where Medea said they had found the girls. She didn’t know why but Sile wasn’t surprised to find a familiar black SUV in the center of the dirt road.

Aya didn’t even turn her head as Sile approached. “I actually expected you sooner, Miss Martin.” In her arms was Kimme, with no obvious injuries she actually appeared to be sleeping.

Sile began to move forward but stopped. “How is she?” Kimme appeared no different from when she left her to speak with Nina. The white and black haired girl was nowhere to be seen.

“Kimme-sama is exhausted. I thought better of you, Miss Martin. If you had not left her side then perhaps none of this would have happened.”

“You have no right…” Sile thought unfortunately, what Aya said was probably true.

Aya slid Kimme into the front passenger’s seat. Reaching over she gently bucked her into the car. “Miss Martin, I am responsible for Kimme-sama’s well-being. I have every right. This night I passed that responsibility to you at my mistress request but obviously you failed to keep her safe.” Aya firmly closed the car door trying not to make too much noise. “I am deeply sorry but I have no choice but to report what happened tonight. I would not be surprised if the Umeki family decides that the continuation of your relationship was a mistake.”

“It’s not up to them.” Sile said tartly.

Aya turned to Sile and gave her a sympathetic smile. “You know that’s not true. Ultimately, she will follow the path her family determined for her to follow.”

“To be a Yo-kai Hunter?” Sile was expecting Aya to be angry but instead she was positive that a satisfied smile crossed the bodyguard’s lips.

“I see my Mistress informed you of her family traditions. That is of course her prerogative but you might not be aware that traditionally the ‘Umeki family’ has ‘never’ been ‘Hunters’, simply keepers of the peace.” Aya began to walk around the back of the car reaching the driver’s side door.

“Never the less, Kimme’s mother and grandmother are looking forward to meeting you. An invitation to Kimme’s ceremony will be forthcoming. Please be make sure you attend, without you they will have ‘difficulties’ in ‘completing’ the ‘ritual’ Good night.” With that, Aya opened the door and drove off into the night.

Sile was left in the center of the road frowning.

Agwe sat in her mother’s arms quietly sobbing. The two of them sat on Nina’s couch in her living room, while her father quietly spoke off to the side with Pavel. She had expected that as soon they returned that both girls would go straight to the hospital but instead they ended up in rooms below the club. Rose was immediately given transfusions but Tabitha. “Tabitha.” Agwe cried out hugging her mother harder.

“It’s OK, baby, Nina will take care of her.” Oshun gently rubbed her daughter’s head. What a nightmare her daughter and her friends had just gone through, thankfully they were able to find the two girls. However, what her daughter told her about Kimme was strange and frankly, she didn’t know what to make of it.

Nina walked into the room. “Medea talked to Rose’s and Tabitha’s parents. She told them that they are going to spend the night at your house, Agwe.” Oshun had known for some time that Medea had a gift of voices. She only needed to hear it once to be able to imitate it. Even someone’s own family couldn’t tell the difference.

“Nina.” Oshun said. “How are…”

“Rose will be fine; I would like her to spend most of the day tomorrow with me. Agwe, you can have the bedroom next to her but be sure to let her rest.”

“And Tabitha.”

“She was successfully turned.” It was strange the only way to save Tabitha’s was to turn her into a Vampire. Oshun doesn’t know if they had done the child a disservice or given her a gift. “Medea will be staying with her for now.”

“Can I see her?”

“No sweetie, not for some time.” Her mother said. “What are we going to do about?”

“Pavel and your husband are going to make some calls.” Nina shrugged. “Nothing that hasn’t been done before, we will simply have to arrange an accident to take place tomorrow.”

“What.” Agwe stood up. “You can’t, her mom and dad will be devastated. Her sister Stacy…can’t you just say she went someplace…” Agwe fell to her knees; she understood that this was necessary.

Oshun knelt by her daughter side and enclosed her in her arms. “Her family needs closure, she can’t just be missing.”

“Don’t worry Agwe; she is now one of my precious daughters.”

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 16

Author:

Elsbeth

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

TG Themes:

Permission:

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Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 16

Without warning, I found myself in the middle of a snowstorm on a windswept mountain. Dressed in the clothes of a priestess, I fell on my knees and wept before a conflagration that seemed to be consuming an ancient shrine. As the fire took away everything that was dear to me, despair and loss wrapped around me like a thick cloak. Realizing that this was not real, I quickly separated from the unfamiliar memories. From that nightmare, a dualism emerged inside me that felt both familiar and alien. However, that misery quickly became my own, as part of myself, the one known as Kimme felt as if was being torn apart. Despair entwined with flashes of pure unrestrained fury attacked me from the darkness. Instinctively, I knew my very existence was in jeopardy. What was happening? Terror gripped my heart when suddenly a feeling of warmth wrapped around my very being. “Peace Kimme-sama, I have you.” The voice of Aya sliced through the fear and darkness bringing me back into the light.

“Aya” Slowly opening my eyes, I expected to see my friend but instead glimpsed my mother’s face in the morning darkness. “Okaasan…what are you doing here?” Confusing thoughts ran through my head, was I still dreaming?

Reaching over, she sat on the side of my bed and gently brushed the hair from my face. “How are you feeling?” Apprehension filled her eyes. Was my mother actually concerned about me? What a rather odd experience.

Turning my head, I found a glass of water on the night stand. Before I could reach for the glass, my mother picked it up and with one hand behind my head helped me drink. Odd as it sounds, the nightmares began to fade as I drank from the glass, as if the water was purifying my thoughts.

“What happened?” I rasped.

“You fainted.” She frowned slightly. “Aya brought you home.”

Slowly the previous night’s events came back to me. I realized that I must have passed out on the dance floor at The Necropolis. Of course, Aya followed us to the club. I shouldn’t be too angry; at least she was there when I embarrassed myself. “Wait, when was that?” Suddenly I had a bad feeling that my mother was not talking about last night. Sure enough, I was right.

“Almost a week.”

I rolled my eyes but stopped, that hurt as well. A week, how can that be and why wasn’t I in the hospital with tubes running in and out of my body? Noticing uncomfortably for the first time that I actually had an IV stuck in my left arm, I concluded that a nurse must have been standing right outside. No doubt, Doctor Oshiro, the Umeki family physician was probably flown in from Hawaii. If I knew my mother, he was also standing outside. What in the world, did I do to myself? Reaching over my mother wiped my head with a cool washcloth. It felt heavenly.

“So, have I been sick?” Generally, I was a healthy person, so getting this ill was all rather new to me. No wonder I was plagued with terrifying dreams. Looking back, I had been feeling rather odd the entire time I was at the club. Trying to sit up, the world spun in several directions. Deciding that was rather a bad move, I slowly slid back down.

My Okaasan gave me a gentle smile. “I wasn’t too worried; you are strong like all the women of the Umeki family.”

Stopping myself from making my normal snide comment, I realized she was actually concerned. All her talk about the strong Umeki family woman was a façade. So maybe my mother wasn’t too thrilled with having a son but she was here now obviously travelling across the globe because her child was ill. Maybe I was being foolish, it wouldn’t be the first time but not feeling well, I really just wanted my mommy. Eventually, the both of us will have to come to terms with the past, but now I could be happy that my Okaasan was here. With a supreme effort, I leaned over and laid my head on her lap. The move, I think, surprised us both. “I’m happy you’re here.”

My mother kissed the tears rolling down my cheek. “So am I, my daughter.”

As I drifted off to sleep, I startled myself, five or six days was a long time to be out of it. My friends must be worried. Where was my cell phone? Finding it on the other side of the room, I frowned. The thought of making a phone call much less getting out of bed was way beyond my reach right now; frankly, it required too much effort but still. “I need to call my friends.”

“I have spoken to a number of them these past few days. They have been asking about you of course. I have also spoken to your Sile a number of times. She seems…interesting.”

Happily, I closed my eyes; I really liked the sound of ‘your Sile.’ I really wanted to talk to her. Maybe my family would allow my girlfriend to come over to the house. Now that will be an interesting visit. Obviously, through Aya, my parents knew I had a relationship with her. My mother didn’t appear to be upset with the situation, so perhaps it would all work out. Even discovering my father was on the way to Skogshaven seemed to please me. How things have changed. At least I hoped when Sile did come over for a visit, it would turn out better than the last time I wanted to invite a girlfriend over to my home.

“I think, my daughter, that we will still need to wait until you’re a little better before we invite them over.”

Apparently, my mother was also an excellent mind reader. As much as I hated to admit it, she was probably right.

Quietly closing the door on Kimme’s room, Kaede Umeki acknowledged the two standing in the hallway. As Aya had expressed so many weeks ago, Kimme was indeed a beautiful girl. It was a shame that her daughter had to go through most of her life as a boy. To think that she listened to those old women who thought that the stars had some influence on their fate. Your fate was in your own hands, as Kimme’s mother had pointed out to her own mother who thought the union between the two families would end in disaster. Such predictions were preposterous. The ways of the Onmyo-do- were centuries behind the times. Waiting for some sort of outside force to guide your hands, no you seized power through strength of will.

Walking into another bedroom for some privacy, Kaede confronted the two women. “I am pleased that my daughter is doing well, however I am extremely unhappy at the circumstances. You were both aware that we used a Kagura dance to force it to shift shape. Why would you not expect the creature might use something similar to escape?”

Aya knelt down placing one hand on the floor. “I accept full responsibility for all that has happened, Umeki-sama.”

“I resent that you believe that we would allow harm to come to my granddaughter. Kimme is very precious to us as well, Kaede, it was an unfortunate occurrence.” Sachiko Imai waved her hand. “So believe me Aya, you did nothing wrong. No dishonor on your actions, on the contrary, you were there to make sure that she came safely home.”

Kimme’s mother shook her head. “One mistake after another; one look at her this morning…her beauty is breathtaking, she should have been female all along. To think we could have completed the Tojiru ritual when she turned thirteen.”

“I disagree, my daughter, she was trouble enough being sealed away as Ken. We were fortunate the overlaid Kaihen enchantment was not shattered. This was the furthest the bonds have been stretched but they did hold.”

“She could have escaped Imai-sama.” Aya said, still kneeling her head pointing towards the ground. “Kimme-sama decided to help her friends.”

Kaede ignored Aya, to even suggest that the creature was her daughter was revolting. “You’re getting old, mother, to think you gave the creature another chance to escape from us. However, my daughter is now at home, which is where she should be. I am afraid we cannot wait until your precious stars are in alignment. Once Kimme regains some of her strength, we will move forward with the ritual.”

“You will find that exceeding unwise, child.”

“That maybe so but that is my decision.”

“Umeki-sama, have you spoken to your daughter about her friend Tabitha?” Aya asked. Sile had confronted both Aya and Kaede two days ago. Thankfully, Kimme’s mother was able to turn away the Scottish Vampire from forcing her way into the home. As expected, she was very diplomatic about the entire situation, explaining to Sile that Kimme was still asleep but would call her as soon as was possible; for some reason that appeased the Fae. Still Aya knew a confrontation was forthcoming but it would be on Kaede terms.

“Of course not, when she is stronger I will inform my daughter that her friend has died.”

Sachiko frowned.

“I see you’re confused with that statement? There is simply no way that I would allow my daughter to consort with such a creature? Kimme’s friend should have passed on and not be turned into a monster. No, such an association is impossible.”

Kimme’s grandmother smiled. “As you know Aya, Kimme’s very nature will to a certain degree change with the completion of the Tojiru ritual. She might find afterwards that such a friendship is undesirable. So why distress the child now? However, after the ceremony such a decision as to who to associate with as heir to the Umeki family will be up to Kimme and not you, my daughter.”

The two women stared at one another for a moment, then without another word, Kaede Umeki left the two standing in the bedroom. She had much to plan before the ritual could take place. Kimme’s mother also surmised that additional resources were going to be necessary for the ceremony, much more than original believed. The blending of the two personalities would require an enormous amount of power. Kaede thought to herself that she had chosen well for the location of the ceremony. The Japanese witch knew from experience that the forest would prove useful in the upcoming days ahead.

“Ume-chan, a moment of your time.”

Looking up, a black and white robed woman stopped in the center of the foyer. Bowing at the waist, she said. “Umeki-sama how is your daughter this morning? We were all concerned with her well-being.” Behind her, a black robed man knelt on the floor.

“She is doing very well thank you. I have decided to move up the date of the Tojiru ritual. Therefore, we need to improve on our collection of Kokoro-utsuwa. I wish to leave nothing to chance.”

Ume nodded in understanding. “How may we obtain Yoki Kokoro in this town?”

“I don’t believe that will be an issue Ume-chan. Take your sisters and enter the woods near the library. I am positive a number of opportunities for harvesting will occur.”

Dressed in black and feeling like a fraud, Agwe sat uncomfortably in the church sanctuary. In the front of the sanctuary sat a yellow coffin, surrounded by blue and white flowers. Off to the side, pictures of her friend Tabitha adorned a table, which was also covered in small mementoes brought to the service by her friends from class. It all seemed so real, but Agwe knew it was a sham.

How many times had Nina set up something like this? In this town, Agwe knew that others must have gone through a similar experience. She couldn’t imagine what it took to involve the police. In the end, a simple but tragic traffic accident was Tabitha’s fate. With both Rose and Kimme out sick, it was assumed that Tabitha wasn’t feeling well and must have fallen asleep at the wheel. Her parents already had it in their mind that their daughter was on her way to church after spending the night at Agwe’s house.

There was nothing more than she wanted to do but stand and scream to the entire congregation that her friend was not truly gone. Knowing that such an action would be incredibly stupid, Agwe decided to take another look around the room. She wasn’t too surprised to find that St. Anne, the Episcopal Church Tabitha’s family belonged to, was filled. Tabitha had always been very active in the church’s youth group. At school, her friend was known to go out of her way to be friendly with everyone. Almost the entire senior class was present, although one that was missing concerned her the most.

“Why isn’t Kimme here?” Agwe leaned over and whispered to her mother.

“I already told you Agwe. I was only able to speak with her mother this morning.” For the last few days there was no information coming out of the Shisaa household. Even after speaking to Kimme’s mother, Oshun was annoyed. When she tried to explain Agwe’s concerns, Kimme’s mother quickly changed the subject. She was obviously not interested in listening. “And she said she would tell her daughter.” The few members of the Shisaa family that were attending the funeral didn’t appear to be forthcoming with information about Kimme either.

“I don’t believe her. I also don’t believe that Kimme was sick either, something else is going on.”

Oshun didn’t disagree with her daughter, but what was she to do.

“Agwe?” A weak voice spoke up behind the two women. Turning around Agwe came face to face with Rose. Quickly she came off the pew and embraced her friend.

“You shouldn’t be here, Rose.” Although a little pale, Rose looked a lot better than earlier in the week.

“No...I feel better. I couldn’t…I had to…” Rose began to shake. Agwe held her close. Thankfully, Rose did indeed look better; the young Were would have lost her mind if she lost Rose as well. Suddenly Agwe began to cry, this was so hard.

Oshun St. Hill found it difficult as well. There was nothing to be done with Tabitha, she was now one of Nina’s daughters but Kimme’s fate was another matter. Perhaps her brother might be able to talk to the council. Richard Kincade was never one to stand idly by and if Sile was involved it would be necessary to involve Princess Morgan as well. The Beta of the St. Hill family didn’t understand what was going on but perhaps it was time they all found out.

Lily sat high in a large tree overlooking in the center of the Shisaa family compound. The last few days it had become increasingly difficult not to be seen. Up until now, no one else in the house had been here besides Sile’s girlfriend but that really didn’t matter. She seemed very nice, although the white haired pixie was concerned that she was sleeping a lot lately. No, it was the presences of these new mortals dressed in black and white. Although it didn’t concern Lily, with a number of powerful wards appearing, the new mortals were obviously witches. The pixie was positive that Sile wouldn’t be happy if she revealed herself to them.

Dropping out of the sky, Lily followed three of them from a discreet distance. Sliding into the home in the last minute and passing over a ward without it even reacting to her presence, the pixie flew up into the rafters. She felt anxious; something in their hands concerned the pixie deeply.

Leaping from wooden beam to wooden beam, she watched as they deposited a number of small sealed clay containers in another room. As the three left, Lily glided into the small room then hovered close to the ground. Dozens of clay jars sat on a small table, surrounded by powerful wards. What did she feel as if other Fae were in the room? What was in those jars?

“You shouldn’t be here, child.”

Lily turned, shocked that besides behind seen, someone had actually snuck up behind her. Although the being took a mortal form, to the pixie’s relief it was one of the Aos Sidhe, but why was she here? “Who are you?”

Katherine smiled at the pixie as it flew and landed on her the palm of her hand. “I am named Caitrán and who might you be?”

“Lily.”

“Well Lily, my sweet pixie you must leave this place and never return.”

“I can’t Caitrán, I promised to be my friend Sile’s eyes and ears.”

The Aos Sidhe smiled sadly. “Did you now and I’m sure you’re doing a fine job luv, but as I said it is not safe.”

A horrified thought filled the young pixie as she turned to the clay containers. “What are in the jars?”

Katherine nodded; she was surprised the pixie could tell what lay within. “You know don’t you, that is why you cannot stay.”

“But can’t we just let them out?” Were Fae really sealed away in those simple looking clay jars? She reached out feeling the wards that surrounded each one, it felt like she was sticking her hand in molasses.

“No child, they are no more, it’s only their essence…” Suddenly Katherine understood that somehow the pixie was actually reaching through the powerful ward and attempting to release all of the seals at once. “No stop…”

Lily felt it also, whatever she had done had alerted something. Flying into the Aos Sidhe’s blonde hair, she waited. The young pixie could feel it before it even arrived in the room. Whatever it was, the darkness felt similar to the Unseelie she fought with over the summer. Why was that?

“Why are you in this room slave?”

Unbelievably, the Aos Sidhe knelt down almost throwing Lily off her perch. “I am simply doing my job, my master.”

“This room is off limits to one such as you. Finish what you are doing and return to your Athame. Your fate will be determined after the ritual.”

“Yes, my master.”

Lily waited until the dark woman departed. “You’re a slave? How did they…”

Caitrin brushed herself off looking annoyed, something that she would never have allowed the Umeki family to see. “These mortals, none of them have such power. No, it was a Duchess from the Winter Court. Centuries ago, she sealed me away and gave me to one of her Witchling Sclabhai . It brought her great pleasure that one of the Aos Sidhe from the Summer Court would be a slave to a slave.”

Lily flew up and hugged the Aos Sidhe around the neck. “This above all else I will not tolerate. My Princess will not stand to see one of the Aos Sidhe in bondage.”

“One of the blood resides in this town?” That very thought caught in Caitrán’s throat. “I thank you for that Lily but you must go now. It’s too dangerous.”

“Don’t worry Caitrán, I won’t let you down.” With one last smile, the white haired pixie flew out of the room.

Katie slowly closed the door. Like those in the jars, she couldn’t hope for release, disappointment would only bring dark despair. With one last thought of freedom, she reluctantly turned towards the shadows and entered her centurys old prison.

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 17

Author:

Elsbeth

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

TG Themes:

School or College Life

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 17

While regaining my strength, I spent most of my time sleeping. In retrospect, I should have paid more attention to my dreams. Not exactly disturbing but they were strange to be sure. Whether it was Katie dressed as Alice in Wonderland running next to a small white haired girl dressed in a rabbit outfit being chased by the Red Queen, who looked a lot like my mother, or Sile playing a game of chess with a beautiful nine-tailed white fox, none of them made any sense. However it was dreams of mirrors that frightened me the most.

Standing in a terribly white room, I wandered through the emptiness until I come across tall bronze mirror. Dressed as a Miko, my reflection always stared back at me with the eyes of one who had accepted some terrible fate. With a deep understanding that the reflection wasn’t truly me, I felt sorry for the imprisoned girl. Wanting to help, I would touch the mirror, each time producing a different result. Sometimes our two reflections would merge, becoming one. Other times, we switched places. Suddenly finding myself looking outside, my screams would be unheard as I slowly faded away; disappearing entirely or sometimes it was the other way around. While touching the mirror, a feeling of emptiness would overwhelm me as she faded away. Either I lost myself, or I lost the other girl. All of the choices were horrible.

A soft voice pulled me away from a troubling dream in which a strong wind roared out of the forest destroying all of Skogshaven. As usual, it was still dark outside. Did anyone in this family sleep past sunrise?

“Morning, what time is it?”

“Early.” Aya walked around my room, pulling several articles of clothing out of my dresser. “Come Kimme-sama, it would be inappropriate for you to miss your own ceremony.”

That at least brought a smile to my face. It had only been a couple of days since finding my mother at my bedside. What a difference two days could make. Yesterday I awoke to find myself ravenous. I half expected to be told that I could only eat soup or whatever sick people were fed, but instead found myself eating my usual fare. Somehow I even managed to eat half a pepperoni pizza right after I helped Rebecca with her dancing.

“Are you excited?”

“Yes, not that I’m complaining, but I’m surprised the ceremony is taking place so soon after I was sick.” Standing up, Aya slipped a soft white robe over me.

“Your mother has her reasons.”

“As usual.”

Aya smiled. “Hibiki should be by momentarily to accompany you to the baths.”

“Ceremonial cleansing and all of that, I’m sure grandmother had everything planned out in excruciating detail.” Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes I looked about. “I’m surprised Katie isn’t here.”

“She is on an errand for your mother, which I will be also, as soon as Hibiki arrives.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I am to pick up your girlfriend.”’

“Oh, my mom was able to get a hold of her? She hadn’t been picking up her cell phone.” That had made me a little concerned but my mother was pretty persistent; one of her assistants probably either went over to her house, or kept dialing her phone until she picked up. “She was probably still being chased by the Red Queen?” I mumbled.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing…just talking to myself.”

Aya shrugged. “Your mother did not inform me if she contacted your girlfriend or not. I was just commanded to bring her to the shrine.”

“Typical, doesn’t matter as long as Sile is coming to the ceremony.” I couldn’t help but smile. With the promise of a large birthday party a few days after the ritual, it was turning out to be a pretty good day.

A dark red Volkswagen sped through the early morning, the sunrise still a number of hours away. Inside, Sile shifted gears while mulling over the last couple of days. Last week’s festivities brought to her a sense of urgency for the fate of her lover. Agwe’s explanation had unfortunately been very believable. Her initial magical findings were confirmed. Only knowing that Kimme wouldn’t have approved of her ripping the doors off their hinges had kept Sile from storming the Shisaa compound.

Kimme’s mother too, was something of a mystery. For a mortal there was no doubt about her power; however there was something uncomfortably familiar with it as well. Disgusted with herself for taking so long, the Scottish Vampire knew what she needed to do. Learning a long time ago that she couldn’t always do things by herself and as much as she despised asking any Aos Sidhe for help, she really needed to speak to the Princess. Sile wasn’t exactly sure what was going on inside the Shisaa compound but as a member of the Town’s council Morgan could definitely find out.

However it was Kimme’s friend Tabitha who had taken up most of her time the last few days. Although Nina and her daughters had provided some very impressive support, the newborn Vampire was not taking her change very well. A friendly face immediately brought to a halt what could have turned into a terrible situation. Although the loss of family was alien to Sile, she had lost loved ones through the years. To Tabitha it was as if everyone she had ever known had died. Not every new born handled the transition well. At least Agwe and Kimme would still be part of her new life, a small consolation, but that in itself seemed to break Tabitha from the destructive path she had been taking.

“Sile!!” A white haired rocket flew through the air. “I have been looking for you for like forever, where have you been?” Opening the door, the two entered the top floor of the old Victorian home. “Never mind…doesn’t matter…listen.”

Sile eyes opened wide. To think that the Umeki family had the ability to capture Fae, lesser ones perhaps, but that wasn’t the point. Such powers were common place among certain powerful members of the Winter Court, for mere mortals to possess such powers was very suspicious. The second bit of news brought Sile to her feet.

“Are they insane? Mortals holding an Aos Sidhe as a slave; they will be lucky if the Princess only burns their enclosure to the ground, much less destroys the entire town in the process”

“She wouldn’t do that.” Lily squeaked.

“Don’t be so sure.” The Scottish Vampire said absentmindedly as she glided towards a bay window overlooking the side of the house. The wards surrounding the History Center had been breached by the Unseen. She cursed. So engrossed in the prospects of assaulting the Shisaa compound, Sile had failed to notice the three black SUVs that had parked down the road. So they have come for her instead. The Scottish Vampire had no illusions why they were outside.

“Considering the circumstances this is not totally unexpected.” Sile laughed.

“What? Is someone out there?”

“Yes, it appears Lily, that we have some unexpected visitors. From what I surmise it’s Aya and at least a half a dozen Were-temple lions and I do believe a number of Witchlings.” The Scottish Vampire body immediately began to change. While Sile’s human glamor fell away, a feral grin formed on her lips. Dressed in a long green gown, she now stood before the white haired pixie in her true form. “You need to find Morgan.”

“She’s off somewhere speaking to group of troll clan elders.” The Princess was trying to stop the practice of the troll wives kidnaping infants and replacing them with changelings.

As Sile’s animal like hoofs struck the hardwood floors, long black nails began to grow from the Baba Sith’s other hand. “Doesn’t matter where she is, Lily, you need to find her now.”

“Where are you going?”

Sile laughed, with her long white hair now moving on its own, her right hand began to glow with a blood red hue. “I’m going to have a little discussion with Kimme’s Warden.”

Closing my eyes the warmth of the water put me into a comfortable place. The familiar smells of my grandmother’s ritual incense brought up memories, good memories of the time I spent with her. Looking back, I tried to find signs that my grandmother was anything but what she appeared. I couldn’t see her harming Yakoi, quite the opposite. Unfortunately my mother, as much as I loved her, would not hesitate if it was a means to an end. That much I have always known about her.

Enough was enough. I knew that my family was still hiding secrets from me. After the ritual when I became the true heir of the Umeki family, the four of us, me, my father, mother and grandmother were going to sit down and discuss our family’s future. Hostilities with the other Unseen would come to an end, I promised Agwe that as well.

Rising out of the water, I was intercepted by my aunt and cousin as I stepped onto the cold tiles. Wrapping my body in warm fluffy towels, they began to dry me off. This all was done in silence; one of the things that surprised me was how annoyed I was about all of this. I truly missed Hibiki’s incessant chatter. There was sadness to both of them too; neither of them would look me in the eye. We all had to follow the script laid out, but I wanted to tell them that after the ceremony nothing would change between us. I would make sure of that.

Removing the towels, my aunt replaced them with a beautiful white silk Iromuji, a type of kimono with off white cherry blossom patterns across the arms and back. The first of three ceremonial outfits I would be wearing today. Escorted into another room, I was brought to a low table adorned with half a dozen dishes. Recognizing them instantly, I took a seat and as explained to me by my grandmother began to eat them in a certain order. Not for the first time I found myself the only one eating while numerous people stood around me watching. This time the numbers included members of my extended family, most of mother’s assistants and all of the older female members of the Shisaa family. The one glaring absentee was my great Aunt who, I was informed, went to Hawaii to help with the preparations of my arrival.

That too came as a surprise, a pleasant one though. During the winter break the family was going to travel to Hawaii for a so called family reunion. I was sure there were other things that were going to happen but those would be revealed to me after the ceremony. Still, I was looking forward to getting in some serious surfing time. I was a little worried about my new curves, however if Aya could be a devil on a surfboard so could I.

Aunt Naomi showed off her fine culinary skills once more, breakfast or whatever you wanted to call it, although traditional, was superb. Once again, this time by several of my mother’s assistants, I was escorted into another room, a smile shrine, for some meditation. Actually, I was pretty sure it was to give the others time to clean up and get ready for the next part of the morning.

At the end of this period, I would be dressed in another more ritualistic outfit. This time, I was not looking forward to walking in the shoes. Getas are like Japanese wooden flip flops, but these monstrosities were tall. Thankfully, there was a way to gracefully walk in them so I wouldn’t fall, more gliding than walking. Still they were hard on legs. Personally, I think they are making me wear them so I won’t run away. After four or five hours of the ritual I was pretty sure I would be ready to bolt.

Aya sat back stunned at the carnage the Scottish Vampire had just inflicted on the Temple Dogs. They didn’t even see it coming. Off to the side of the house, three of the Temple Dogs lay smoking, hit by some powerful spell that flew from the Sile’s hands. The others she simply threw around like they were puppies, one of them across the street to impact a fire hydrant. As the long black claws retracted from the back of a prone Japanese Witch, Aya understood that the Umeki clan drastically underestimated Kimme’s lover’s abilities. Centuries of contact with Yokai, the Umeki family believed gained them insight on how to deal with such creatures, obviously they were mistaken.

“I believe I am your opponent, Aya.” Sile said as she walked over the Witches crippled Warden. “Although you’re a little late for the party.”

Aya nodded, a long black katana appearing in her hands. “I was told to simply watch, to only intercede if the situation demanded it. It appears that we have underestimated you.”

Sile smiled as the two began to circle one another. “You’re not the first.”

“I’m surprised that you left all of them alive.” The Japanese Warden understood that it took amazing skill to make sure that the wounds were crippling but not fatal.

“I made a promise that I would only kill if I felt truly threatened. I might make an exception for you.”

“I will take that as a compliment.”

“It was intended as such.”

Suddenly the two moved, passing one another with a quickness that would make the wind jealous.

Aya stood back, blood soaking her butler like suit. The Scottish Vampires claws had cut through the reinforced ballista cloth like it was paper. Sile was not without injury, black blood dampening her green dress. The two began to circle each other once more.

“That’s an interesting sword, Aya.”

“Yes, it is a present from my mistress.”

“Not Kimme, I take it, her mother?”

“Yes. It’s rather potent abilities do not seem to bother you, odd.”

“Not really, I have spent a lot of time with those who wield such weapons.”

Sile leaped forward, her claws catching the blade, her other hand reaching through the Warden’s defenses. Aya used that momentum to bring the sword around. Both jumped back.

Spitting some blood out of her mouth, Aya warily watched the Scottish Vampire circling her once more. “So who did you make that promise to Sile? Was it Kimme-sama?”

The white haired beauty shook her head slightly. “No, an Aes Sidhe Princess I am acquainted with.”

“You must be speaking of Morgan Rynders.”

“I am. You have no idea what kind of shit storm your Umeki family has just kicked up, Aya. I’m not sure that your families will survive it.”

“I see; we will have to deal with that when the time comes. I am here to simply escort you to Kimme-sama’s ceremony.”

“You know, you could have just asked.”

“Would you have come peacefully?”

“No, but it would have been nice to be asked.”

“Unfortunately, as I see it now we will need to select another for the ritual, however as we cannot leave you behind to interrupt us... “ Aya frowned. “Once again, I have underestimated you. Sile, you are stalling for time aren’t you?”

The Scottish Vampire laughed. “Sorry.”

“No, I must apologize, Sile. You are truly a worthy opponent. We dishonored you when we did not take you seriously. Come, I will fight you now with all of my power. I expect you to do the same.”

The Scottish Vampire stopped circling, “I understand Aya. By Ash Oak and Hawthorne, I will try and kill you now.”

“I understand, by the Spirit of my Ancestors I shall do the same.”

The two warriors acknowledged each other with a simple nod then sat still. When they moved again, it was with deadly purpose.

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 18

Author:

Elsbeth

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

TG Themes:

School or College Life

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 18

The room was quiet, several floors beneath the ground. After a nice warm bath and food in my stomach, I was half dozing instead of meditating. With this time to myself I started to reminisce on the months preceding the ritual. It had been less than a year when I was a boy contemplating marriage with a girl I met in Hawaii. Don’t get me wrong; I love Sile however I still thought about Olina from time to time. She was my first love and although fate tore us apart, I knew she will forever be part of me.

Coming to Skogshaven had been a life changing experience for me. For the most part the gender change, although terrible at first, soon turned into a pleasurable experience, which was due in part to Sile’s acceptance of the new me. I still didn’t understand why the thought of being a girl didn’t bother me anymore. Most I think would be terribly unhappy trapped in a body that to the mind and soul was alien to them. I have come to realize that the short time I have spent as a girl, I have been more comfortable with myself. Was this due to the magic that changed me into Kimme or was it something deep inside me that had been hidden?

Even in school, my relationships with others no longer seemed so forced. It was strange coming back to school as Kimme but I wasn’t there as Ken long enough to be more than a passing memory. In no time, something I knew would have happened if I remained Ken, I made numerous friends. However, the close friendship that I have with Rose, Tabitha and especially Agwe I would treasure forever. Besides Olina, there was no one back in Hawaii that would ever come close to how I felt about those three girls. Even my relationship with Aya, Katie and should I say it, my mother seemed more natural.

I understood that my time living in this small New England town was coming to a close. Eventually school would be out, I would graduate and leave for University. My new responsibilities as heir to the Umeki family would most likely take me far away from Skogshaven. Like Olina though, even with all of its strangeness, from green dogs or weird forests, it would forever be a part of me.

With the completion of the ritual, it was understood that a new chapter in my life would open. Magic, something that I only expected to see on stage, was real as the air I breathed. Something told me that I have the ability like my girlfriend to cast spells. One of the things I expected this ritual to do was unlock that potential. Knowing what I know now, I had a sneaking suspicion that my grandmother and mother were Witches. I was truly looking forward to learning from them.

Also with the completion of the ritual, everything would be out in the open. All of the secrets would be laid bare. As heir to the Umeki family I would finally learn those mysteries.

I truly hoped in the upcoming years I would make my family proud.

About an hour later, My Aunt Emmi, grandmother and my mother entered the room bearing a new set of clothes. Normally, I would have expected Aunt Riki would be in the room, not my Aunt Emmi. Apparently there had been some sort of political change inside the Shisaa family that no one bothered to tell me. Since my great Aunt left for Hawaii, Uncle Masanori was now in charge. Which I was very excited about. Not that I disliked my Aunt Riki, she just could be so difficult at times. My Uncle, however, I loved dearly. I looked forward to working with him in the years ahead.

Unlike so many times where I would be uncomfortable with my family, this very moment was a joy. My mother, who normally had the emotions of a rock, was outwardly very happy. She chatted along with the others as they dressed me in this beautiful white and red silk Kimono. Since this was considered technically a coming of age ceremony, it was in the Furisode style. All three gave me a warm hug before a number of others were brought in to finish my makeup and hair.

What I thought was interesting; except for my immediate family everyone was attired in black and white Miko outfits. Quite the change from the red and white, but I didn’t give it much notice. What I did notice, unlike earlier in the morning, there was more of a festive atmosphere. My Aunt Emmi, besides being the only Shisaa in the room didn’t seem to be enjoying herself, though.

Like the others earlier, I was positive that she was afraid that the close relationship with her family would change after the ceremony. I almost about confiding with my Aunt the changes I intended to make but I could never seem to find the right moment.

With my transformation complete I noticed that there were three people who were still missing. Aya and Sile, both very important people in my life, had not arrived. Katie apparently was to join us later; I was disappointed in my old Nanny not being able to attend the ritual. The good news was that she would be accompanying me on my vacation to Hawaii.

In the years ahead I understood that Aya would continue to be by my side. A fixture in my life, it would feel incomplete without her being next to me. If possible on this vacation, I needed Sile to join us as well. I really want to show her the places I grew up. I want to us to spend more time together. Although not big on attaching names to her relationships, for me however perhaps someday it might be something more permanent, but that's still in the distant future. I still have University ahead and frankly I desperately need get get my own house in order.

With the headdress and the Getas in place, I was going to need help traversing through the halls and up to the shrine. With all of the people in the room, I didn’t think that was going to be much of a problem. Moments later, everyone quieted down and as one we proceeded out of the room and down the hallway. My grandmother and mother took the lead, while the rest of the gang followed. Once we hit the upper floors, I began to pass male members of both families. They all sat one knee as we passed and once the processional went by, they followed behind our group.

My grandmother told me that Aya and Sile would be waiting for us at the bottom of the stairs that lead up to the Shrine. That was the plan at least, but when our group exited the building, although the rest of the family was in place, Sile and Aya were still missing. I could tell from those around me that it was totally unexpected. A few overheard whispers I discovered that they were late. A few of my mother’s attendants and some of my cousins were missing as well.

As our group headed towards the center of the enclosure, we slowed down. Guessing that my grandmother was buying some time, it didn’t bother me as my feet were already killing me.

Of course it didn’t take long for my mother to become truly annoyed. “Where is that girl?”

As on cue, Aya stepped into the center of the enclosure. With her usual immaculate clothing shredded and covered in blood, I immediately I understood something was wrong. At first visions of a horrible traffic accident filled my head but changed to Sile puncturing her own skin with her razor sharp nails to form a bloody circle on the floor.

“Aya, where is Sile?”

Turning to my mother, my protector ignored me question. Before she could say something, my grandmother asked. “Where is everyone else, Aya?”

Aya shook her head, “Most are on the way to the hospital.”

“What?” My Uncle Masanori exclaimed.

I could feel the blood draining from my face, what was happening here? “Where is Sile, Aya?” I commanded.

“She escaped.” My protector shrugged, for some reason she didn’t appear all that upset about it.

Swiftly I stepped forward to confronted my mother. “What the hell is going on?”

As if everyone but Aya noticed me for the first time, with a nod from my mother I felt something sharp pressed against the back of my neck.

While watching Kimme fall into the arms of one of the black robed women, Kaede Umeki turned to her Warden. “I am disappointed but I guess it couldn't be helped. Masanori, please bring out the Norimono, we will place my daughter on it and proceed with the ritual.”

The Alpha bowed. “As you command, but please be informed that Sile, as I have mentioned several times before has very powerful allies. Perhaps this is not the time to complete the ceremony.”

“No, you are wrong, it is the perfect time. Believe me; once my daughter’s true powers have been unleashed those so called allies will be no threat to our family.”

“I respectfully disagree but I will follow your command.” Waving his hand, several members of the Shisaa family stepped forward to place the unconscious form of Kimme in the palanquin.

As a bright white light totally consumed my vision, I felt afraid. Slowly slipping away, I felt detached from the world, lost in the bright light but thankfully it soon faded and I was able to see again. Surprisingly I found myself standing in front of an ancient red and gold Japanese shrine sitting atop a tall mountain overlooking a wide green valley. The Shrine felt like a familiar place, from my dreams or perhaps a place I visited long ago.

Soft pink petals swirled around me, comforting me although I could not feel the gentle breeze that caressed the cherry blossoms that filled the air. It was a peaceful place but for some reason I still felt afraid. Looking around further, I realized I was not alone.

“Welcome back, Kimme.”

A Japanese girl, to whom I bore a strange resemblance but wasn’t me lay on the other side of a stone courtyard. Tall with black and white hair, dressed in the red and white of a Miko, she stood in the center of a bronze circle. Alarmingly attached to her legs, waist and arms were thick silver chains.

“Who.”

So that was my name, Kimme. Visions swam before me, teasing me with something forgotten. Trying to move my arms, I discovered the same types of chains were bound around my body. Chained to a bronze circle like my doppelganger, I too was dressed as a Miko.

“The name is Kimiye.”

“You’re Kimiye. Do I know you?” The name brought forth more visions.

“I think so but I know you very well.”

“You do?” I looked down at the chains, still very confused. Why was I here, wasn’t I at home moments ago? Where was home? “Is this a dream?”

Kimiye shrugged, “Perhaps, however I think you are in my dreams and not the other way around.”

“I don’t understand.”

The Miko smiled in sympathy. “Let me tell you a story of an ancient respected and honorable family whose abilities once challenged the powers of the gods. As time slowly passed, as with most things their power began to wane. Soon the family no longer garnered the veneration that was once lavished upon it by other families. In fact at the first sign of weakness these others stepped forward to take away more power. Slowly throughout the many years, they were a mere shadow of their former glory.”

Suddenly, all of the visions came into focus; it all came back to me. “The Umeki family.” In frustration I strained at the chains, which of course proved futile. What was happening to me? Did something with the ritual go wrong? Was this some sort of hallucination? I didn’t think so there was a certain feel of reality to it that was disturbing.

“Correct. Now, the family had tried on several occasions to rebuild their power, but to no avail. Many inside the family decided that it was for the best, that this was the way of things. Others fought the decline with their last breath.”

“Like my mother.” I wasn't positive why that thought popped inside my head but I knew it to be true.

“Yes. Twenty years ago, the last of the family powers faded. The remaining male had neither heirs nor a wife. Although the second problem was quickly solved, she could bear him no children. Even magic proved of no use, as if the woman was destined to be childless.”

“So they adopted?” Was I adopted, that would explain a few things but her story didn't seem complete.

“Yes and no. As I said before, the powers of this family had faded but there were still those who wanted to bring it back to its former glory. Centuries before, the family had sealed away a YÅkai of great power. That spirit had already served the family well for many generations. What was decided, that another YÅkai would be made to serve the family but this time, the very essence of the person would be decided before hand.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Although they ruled over the other spirit they still feared it. So this time the family would create a magical shell for the YÅkai to dwell in. The creature would be forced to actually fuel it's prison, a Karakuri or puppet enchantment, bringing it to life. Also although the new spirit was not male, because of a number of reasons, they decided to force it into that form.”

A chill ran down my spine. “Ken.” Slowly I fell to the ground ill, despair and a feeling of utter crushing betrayal enclosed around me. I was nothing more than an enchantment, a artificial life, not even human. All my dreams suddenly shattered, my world became dark at the implications that my very existence had been a lie. I tried to fight it, this was an hallucination a dream however something deep inside told me that the girl in front of me spoke the truth.

If my so called family needed me to be male why the switch. It wasn't the forest, nor some strange random spell, my gender change had been planned. “But why Kimme?.” I whispered.

“For two reasons, because the YÅkai, although bound, knew that the chance for freedom still existed. By leeching power from those around her, mainly humans filled with negative energy, she was able to for a time free herself and during those moments, harvested even more energy."

Kimme understood those that Kimiye had touched were more at peace with themselves. Somehow that negatively was drawn out with beneficial results. Miki for example, instead of being hesitant about his art now threw himself into it with joyful abandonment. Ken’s old friend had just won a major award, earning a large scholarship. Even Eric, benefited from the experience, running into him the other day she found that he had abandoned his rough exterior. Rumors said that Eric forced his mother to get help, got a job and spent the rest of his time taking care of his sister.

"The family believed that a second sealing, binding the creature further, would keep it from breaking free."

“The second reason?”

“Power, those who insisted that a male shell would be more beneficial were found to be wrong. In a proper female form, the new body would be able to dominate the YÅkai trapped inside. When the time was just right, the Karakuri enchantment and the spirit within would be joined together to form a new more powerful being. Ritually crafted to better serve the family, the new being would posses the same memories as before but then again would not be the same person who made those memories.”

"Why did they need Sile?"

"The family needed the death of a powerful spirit to fuel the ritual." Kimiye bit her lip before continuing. "Like Olina before her. Although that experience did not turn out well for the family."

"No, please don't tell me not Olina too?" Tears began to run down my cheeks, the reality of the situation finally becoming clear. The ritual, the gender change everything had taken place to bring the two of us together for this very moment. To make matters worse, like my nightmare both Kimiye would cease to exist. “Do you know when this will happen?”

“Soon, if you allow me I can open a small passage into the outside world.”

“Allow you?”

“Yes, I need to use some of your energy, mine is now too bound.”

Rising from the ground I looked at her. Would she absorb me like in my nightmares if I gave her permission? Still, I wondered what was going on outside. I needed to make sure that whatever happens, Sile would be all right.

As if reading my mind the YÅkai smiled. “I need just enough to open a window, so we can look out and prepare ourselves properly.”

With Kimme settled, the procession continued, circling around the ancient tree that stood in the center of the enclosure three times. Soft music now accompanied the procession, lightening the somewhat solemn atmosphere. Taking the stairs slowly, the group turned around to face the rest of the family suddenly Hibiki and Yui, who was pulled out of college, began to slowly dance around Kimme.

Fast and faster they danced, then stopped.

“Aya, please get my Athame.”

As Aya bowed to Kimme’s mother then headed off towards the living quarters, Kimme grandmother frowned. “Are you sure this is what you want? I believe your allies meant that as a gift did they not?”

“It’s a sacrifice I am willing to make for my daughter. If it displeases them, then I am willing to suffer the consequences.”

“I think Kimme will be disappointed in that her dear friend won’t be accompanying her to Hawaii.”

“She has other friends; I thought that perhaps Rebecca and Hibiki would become permanent attendants.”

“What about their lives in Skogshaven?”

“Like I said mother, we all have to make sacrifices for my daughter.”

Aya soon appeared at the bottom of the stairs. With a nod from Kimme’s mother, the blade was unsheathed. From the shadows, a figure came forth.

Katherine looked around. “I see Aya; so you were unable to capture Sile.”

“You are correct, she proved more formidable than we thought."

Kimme grandmother, slowly walked down the stairs. "Katherine, you might have said something to us; your advice would have been invaluable.”

“I wasn’t asked.”

Sachiko Imai nodded, she understood that the Aos Sidhe would not have given information unless placed under duress that would cause another one of its kind to suffer her fate. “You understand what needs to happen.”

“Of course.” Suddenly the mortal glamour that was known as Katie fell away. From all around the enclosure there was an intake of breath. Garbed a long silver and blue gown, with her now long red hair covered in white flowers the Aos Sidhe, sealed away in the blade had transformed. If she must leave this world, Caitrin would do so in her true form not the mockery she had long endured.

Slowly, with her head held high, Caitrin walked up the stairs, passing Kimme's grandmother. Behind her strode Aya, who now bore a black blade in her left hand.

Taking one last look around, her eyes full of contempt Caitrin walked up to the unconscious Kimme. Reaching up, she cupped the child’s face with her hands, then smiled. “Goodbye, my duckie.”

Finding the spot, Caitrin knelt down. “One last thing Aya, make sure that your blade strikes true. I tire of this life and look forward to meeting my people once again in Tár na ná“g.”

“You have to stop it!” Through the mirror like pool that opened up between us, my beloved Katie was going to be killed. With her death, both Kimiye and I would vanish. Hopelessness almost overcame me but suddenly I understood that I was not totally powerless. “I am nothing but an enchantment, right? I’m not even real.”

Kimiye looked up her eyes full of sorrow. “Yes, but soon it won’t matter.”

“Fine then, Kimiye I have a proposition for you.”

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 19

Author:

Elsbeth

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

Permission:

Posted by author(s)

Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 19

Ren Shisaa stood in the Hawaiian surf watching his cousin play in the sand. "Why are you playing by yourself?"

Ken Umeki looked up, covering his eyes to block the sun. "I'm not, my friend is helping."

Sitting down in the sand, he looked over his cousins sand castle. It looked a lot different from what he and his sister had built earlier. "What are you building?"

"Hirado Castle, its in the KyÅ«shÅ« region of Japan." Ken smiled, before speaking in some unknown language to an empty space next to him.

"Who are you speaking with?" Ren asked, not seeing anyone but for some reason, knew that his cousin wasn't speaking to an imaginary friend.

"Her name is Hina'ea, she lives in the sea."

"That's cool, tell her I live in Massachusetts."

"You told her yourself." Ken laughed.

For the rest of the day, under the watchful eye of Aya Yoshida the three played under the Hawaiian sun.

Since that first fateful meeting, if asked who his best friend was, Ren Shisaa would have said his cousin Ken. When at the age of twelve, Ken came to Skogshaven for his cousins wedding the two of them were inseparable. Even though they had only shared a half of dozen summers together, they always remained friends; that was true until Ren turned sixteen.

Taken in the dead of night to an old shrine sitting deep in the woods, surrounded by family, the new sixteen year olds were introduced into the mysteries of the Shisaa clan. Long has the family been the guardians of sacred places, Were Temple Lion Dogs and strangest of all protectors of the Umeki family. That had come as a complete surprise to Ren. Not that he minded, he thought protecting his best friend sounded great.

However there were other secrets, older and darker that each Shisaa member learns upon turning sixteen, these secrets poisoned his feelings for his cousin. Ren learned of an ancient pact made with a Japanese Emperor, a pact that commanded Witch families to protect Japan from the Yoaki. Initially the Umeki family, powerful enough to help other families, had good relations with the spirits. But as the years went by, with their power waning, the Yoaki with whom they had good relations became tools to be used to keep themselves in power.

Ken, of course, being the heir of the Umeki family must have been aware of all these secrets all of his life. Ren began to feel that his cousin and his family must be using the Shisaa clan like the Yoaki, nothing more than a tool. The attitudes of Ken’s mother and grandmother and how they treated his own grandmother and father reinforce his belief.

When Ken suddenly moved to Skogshaven, Ren had planned on giving him an earful. The young Were couldn’t believe that Ken’s mother forced the two of them to share a room. The feelings he once had for his cousin, before Ren turned sixteen seemed a lifetime ago. However, the more time spent as Ken’s roommate the more the young Were realized that his cousin had never changed.

That epiphany came too late. Ren’s father was hesitant at first to come to his son for help, but was pleased at his change of heart. Ken had done nothing wrong; in fact according to Ren’s father, Ken knew nothing of his family history. Because of the wishes of Ken’s mother, something terrible was soon to take place.

At the day of the festival, Ren’s drove his father’s car behind the Shisaa compound planning on rescuing his cousin. When his cousin didn’t appear, the young man climbed the steps entering the shrine just in time to comprehend what Kaede Umeki had in store for his cousin.

When Ken collapsed in Ren’s arms, he understood that his cousin was only dressed as a female; however the soft body that he found shocked him to the core. To think that the Umeki clan would change one of their own to keep the power in the family left him speechless. Aya Yoshida made the point quite well at the time that it would be better if Ren also kept such thoughts to himself.

Most of the Shisaa felt terribly uncomfortable around Ken’s guardian. Masanori explained that Aya Yoshida had been a member of the Umeki family for a long time. He remembered the Warden, when he was a child, what was chilling Ren’s grandmother Rika also remembered Aya when she was a child.

Ken’s transformation to Kimme, beyond the obvious, confused him. Not the why, that was obvious but the result. Ren felt as if Kimme was a totally different person. Ken, quiet and moody at times, was suddenly replaced by this vivacious girl who seemed to make friends with everyone.

Kimme quickly conquered all of the girls in the Shisaa household. Both his sister and Hibiki immediately fell in love with their new cousin. It took no time at all for her to make close friends at school, something that Ken seemed incapable of. Treating Kimme as a princess didn’t seem to bother anyone in the Shisaa family at all.

What bother Ren the most were the boys. He couldn’t remember the number of times explaining to some love-struck guy if he was interested in Kimme they needed to speak to her. And no, he wasn’t going to put in a good word for them. As the weeks went by, Ren even started to have feelings for her. Beautiful, yes, but it was her personality that made you want to be around her. Ren had to just remind himself constantly that Kimme used to be Ken. The whole idea of dating his best friend was just too weird. Thankfully, Kimme still had her relationship with Sile.

With Masanori too busy to keep an eye on his niece, it became Ren’s responsibility to keep a close eye on his cousin. Ren knew of the political infighting among members of the Umeki family. Even the Shisaa didn’t seem immune. When his grandmother Rika stepped down as the head of the Shisaa family, Ren thought things were settled. The young Were was wrong.

With the sudden arrival of Kimme’s mother Kaede and her entourage of Witches and Wardens, Ren felt afraid for his cousin. It seemed that the head of the Umeki family didn’t just prepare for trouble, but happily searched it out. Kaede immediately took control of their entire household. Except for school and work, all family members had to be ready to help the Witches of the Imai family at a moment’s notice. All of the energy of all three families was now directed at Ken’s ceremony. When asked, his father explained that it was an ancient ritual that would unlock Kimme’s magical powers. Ren felt that his father was not telling him the entire truth.

Assigned to stand at the edge of the Shrine during the ceremony, Ren spotted Kimme and her group of attendants as soon as they came out of the Umeki residence. She moved with grace, even in those ridiculous shoes. The ceremony seemed to go just as planned, until Aya entered the courtyard covered in blood.

What happened next shocked and upset the entire Shisaa family. Ren understood that the Imai Witches were involved with the Fae, but using them for their rituals? When the Umeki servant Katherine appeared, seemingly from a witches knife, Ren knew something horrible was going to happen.

Late last summer, almost everyone over the age of sixteen in the Shisaa family along with most of the Unseen in Skogshaven had assisted the young Fae Princess in the fight against the Unseelie Court. Charging into the troll-kin ranks, Ren felt like a Samurai of old. This was the true path of the Shisaa clan, to protect everyone from the evils of the spirit world.

What happened deeper inside the Fae continued to haunt his dreams since. Little did the young Were understand that the creatures the Unseen had faced were nothing but fodder, the true terrors lay in wait. When the Countess of the Winter Court appeared wielding the black blade, Ren thought that she was just another easy target.

Realizing his folly too late, the Temple Lion Dog felt the Countess’s black blade slip through his ribs. Yui too fell in a blink of an eye. Preparing for his end, Ren felt his life’s energy fading. But he would not die; instead a beautiful angel knelt by his side pulling him out of the darkness. With a warming touch and a soothing voice, Ren realized that Princess Morgan had actually saved his life.

As Katherine shed her mortal glamour revealing herself to be an Aos Sidhe and a sacrifice to the Umeki family, Ren understood at that point the entire Shisaa clan stood on an abyss. Almost as one, they stood up and began to shout as Aya brought her blade high in the air but before it descended, the top of the shrine exploded in activity.

Members of the Shisaa family watched in amazement as Kimme flew backwards off the palanquin, slamming into Aya. Like the Aos Sidhe Katherine, the heir to the Umeki family had shed her mortal trappings. With long black and white hair, adorned with what appeared to be a cat’s tail and ears, Kimme slashed out with razor sharp claws. A Warden, who got too close, found out that Kimme’s claws were all too real while she sliced through his sword arm.

Almost in one move, the cat spirit lifted Katherine from the ground depositing the Aos Sidhe safely of the top of the shrine. With the shock worn off, Kimme’s mother began to scream.

“Subdue her, we cannot allow her to escape.”

Interrupting Kaede, the Shisaa family heard their Alpha give his own command. “Shisaa clan remain where you are, this is an Umeki internal problem.”

“What!” As Kaede screamed, Masanori Shisaa knelt on the ground, amused to see a certain satisfied smile pass over Kimme’s grandmother’s face.

Kimme growled, flying downwards; with one hand picking up Katherine’s knife that had fallen, with her other hand she sent two Witches flying down the stairs.

What happened next, no one expected. Kimme, too intent on not being hit by Aya’s blade, didn’t see the Warden approach her side. As the katana slashed downwards, without a word Sachiko Imai stepped in the blade’s way.

Everyone stopped, as Kimme turned horrified. Her grandmother stood still with two feet of steel sticking out of her chest.

“Obaasan why?” The young girl moved forward to catch her grandmother as she collapsed.

Without a word, Sachiko Imai reached up slowly touching her grandchild’s face, and then it dropped, the light going out of her eyes. Kimme’s mournful wail tore through everyone’s heart, however Kaede seeing a chance ordered Aya to capture Kimme. It was then that the world changed.

The sky itself changed colors; the barren tree in the center of the courtyard which had long lost its leaves bloomed instantly as a bright light settled over the entire compound. In awe, Masanori Shisaa understood that the entire family compound had been drawn deep inside the Fairy Realm.

As wave after wave of Pixies flew over the walls, members of the Shisaa who fought with Princess Morgan over the summer recognized the Aos Sidhe that suddenly walked out of the ancient tree that stood in the center of the courtyard.

Sile!” Kimme screamed as her girlfriend came through the Fae gateway first.

Immediately behind her, others followed. Liam, the tall Aos Sidhe, adorned in silver mail wielding a claymore stood next to his wife, Roisin. Passing the two with a rowan spear in hand, their daughter Emily looked over the Umeki and Shisaa family with murder in her eyes. Two other Aos Sidhe, the members of the Shisaa family didn’t recognize, but the swordsman wearing an old WWII bomber jacket they knew as Lord Alexander, the same Aos Sidhe lord who fought a duel with the Countess. However, the small figure, garbed in the purest white, grabbed everyone’s attention. Quite a number of times the younger members of the Shisaa had passed the Princess in the halls at school always receiving a friendly smile. The look Princess Morgan now gave everyone in the compound was anything but friendly.

Kaede Umeki, with her mother dead and her child shifted back to her Yoaki form felt that her grip on events was coming apart. Understanding immediately that the Yoaki in white posed the most threat, she commanded Aya to kill Princess Morgan.

The Japanese Witch felt satisfied as the girl didn’t realize her danger but her satisfaction was short lived. The Aos Sidhe in the old US Army bomber jacket simply stepped in front of Aya, easily blocking her attack. Everyone stood in shock. To those of the Shisaa and Umeki family, Kaede’s Warden had always seemed to be unstoppable. With little effort, Lord Alexander started to push Aya back, blocking her attacks without counterattacking, as if waiting for something.

Without even breathing heavy, the Aos Sidhe Lord suddenly called out. “Morgan, is she the one?”

“Yes.”

Stepping underneath the black blade, Lord Alexander brought his shining sword around. Aya Yoshida cried out, collapsing on her knees, the sword falling from her grasp.

“Morgan?”

“I’m not going to kill her, Sile.” Morgan walked forward placing her hands on the Warden’s head and heart. “A certain family demands that their cousin be returned.”

Kaede Umeki stood in shock, like every other mortal she was unable to move. The power that emanated from the small form held her in awe. Suddenly, the Japanese Witch understood exactly what Princess Morgan planned on doing.

“No, don’t”

Aya Yoshida, Warden of the Umeki clan unknown to most as a Yoaki sealed away during the Edo Period, began to scream. A high pitched scream, full of loss. Like Katherine and Kimme, the Aya form melted away revealing a beautiful white nine-tailed Kitsune. Still crying at her loss, heartbroken that she had been forced to kill her own kind throughout the years, the Yoaki reached for her sword to end the pain. Before Aya could reach the black blade, sensing what was happening, the young Aos Princess quickly knelt down taking the fox woman into her arms.

Around the courtyard no one moved, no one spoke as the Princess spoke quietly to the Kitsune. Suddenly, Aya’s body shuddered. Nodding, she rose from the ground kicking the sword, the symbol of her pain away from her. With a nod from Princess Morgan, Roisin came over and took the Kitsune by the hand.

“Morgan Hime.” Masanori began but stopped seeing the look of utter disappointment in her eyes.

“Where is Caitrin?”

“I am up here your Highness.” The Aos Sidhe shouted as she jumped to the ground. With tears running down her face, she moved quickly towards the Princess, coming down into a deep curtsey.

For the first time since she arrived, the Princess smiled. Reaching down Morgan helped the Aos Side from the ground. “Are you ready to go home?”

Caitrin, once called Katherine could only nod.

“Sile?”

“The knife is over here Morgan.” Sile knelt next to Kimme, who sat on the ground holding her grandmother’s lifeless body.

“You have no business being here.” Kaede finally found her voice.

Ignoring Kimme’s mother, Princess Morgan turned to Masanori. “Did you know about Caitrin?”

The alpha of the Shisaa family nodded sadly. “We knew she might be like Aya.”

Morgan slowly walked up the stairs to the shrine, turning around she shouted angrily. “Someone explain to me why I shouldn’t leave all of you stranded in the Fae Realm.”

“Morgan Hime?”

“Kimme?” Morgan knelt down.

“You can’t kill them Princess, she wouldn’t want that.” Kimme said quietly as she stroked her grandmother’s hair. Who she was, no one was exactly sure. “I just don’t…don’t want them to be able to hurt anyone again.”

“What are you doing, Kimme?” Kaede, looking stunned called out to her daughter.

“Deciding your punishment.”

“You can’t, you’re not…”

“What mother? I’m the heir to the Umeki family.”

“I Masanori, of the Shisaa family also acknowledge Kimme Umeki as heir to the family.”

“Know this, I am Princess Morgan, The Arbitrator, Daughter of Mab the Warrior Queen of the Summer Court and I hereby take away what was so lovingly given to your ancestors ages so. A gift that you have used so evilly is now taken back.”

“Let’s get this over with then.” Morgan walked over to the closest Japanese Witch. “I’m afraid this is going to hurt quite a bit.”

As the Princess touched her head, the two of them began to glow. Seconds later, the woman began to scream, then suddenly collapsed.

Morgan looked down sadly, and then turned to the next Witch who tried to get away.

“What did you do?” Kaede Umeki whispered, finally understanding the full power of the Summer Court. “Did you bind her?” Kimme's mother understood the power to bind a Witch and for one to be able to do it without help seemed unbelievable.

“No.” Morgan said simply. Touching the second Witch, she too screamed after a few seconds then collapsed. “I took away her magical ability, all of it. She has no more power than any norm, nor will her line ever carry that ability.”

Kaede Umeki sat there terrified, her mother’s predictions seemingly coming true. Her screams of terror fell on deaf ears as moments later Princess Morgan turned around to impose justice on the former head of the Umeki family.

Who are the Real Monsters? Chapter 20 : Final

Author:

Elsbeth

Audience Rating:

Mature Subjects (pg15)

Publication:

Fiction

Genre:

Character Age:

Teenage or High School

TG Universes & Series:

The DarkRealms Universe by Enemyoffun

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Who are the Real Monsters?

by:
Elsbeth

Ken Umeki will learn that not all monsters come out at night.

Chapter 20

Kimme moved through the trees unseen, leaping from branch to branch. It had been less than a week since the fall of the House of Umeki, as she started to call it, leaving her entire world in turmoil. After her so called mother and her entourage’s disappearance and her grandmother’s funeral, many were now looking to her as the new leader of the three families. However, some still believed her to be part of the problem.

The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
In the ranks of death ye will find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" said the warrior bard,
"Tho' all the world betray thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

“Sile.” She stopped listening to the song being carried in the wind. Looking up, she spotted the Baobhan Sith sitting high on top of the Skogshaven Historical Center’s roof.

Leaping to the ground, she quickly moved across the street. Before she even stepped on the grass, the Yoaki heard. “Come on up Kimme.”

Impressed that she couldn’t even see Sile’s wards, she hit the porch at a run, swinging herself on top of its roof and quickly made her way towards her girlfriend’s location.

“A little late to be out on a school night.” Sile tilted back a bottle of Dark Island Reserve, a deep chocolate colored brew from Scotland. Kimme knew that someone kept her well supplied with her favorite drinks.

“A little late to be drinking.” Kimme hadn’t been back to school; right now she wasn’t sure if she would ever return.

“Best while you have it, use your breath; there is no drinking after death.”

Giggling, the Scottish Vampire tossed the empty bottle to the front yard. Reaching around, she pulled out another one and opened it with a razor sharp claw.

“Sile.”

“Funny thing this bit of home is brewed in the Orkneys. The bastard Eoghan introduced me to it. I’m sorry I was late, love.”

The two had hardly spoken since Princess Morgan and her troupe brought the compound back to Skogshaven. Her mother and the others were easily put under guard, their fate to be determined later. However, when the household awoke the next day, all of them had vanished. Odder still, their cars, luggage and other items were still in their rooms. Kimme had just spent part of the evening speaking to Morgan Hime about the incident.

“You weren’t late Sile, you still saved me.”

“Mostly.” Sile smiled sadly. “Did you talk with your father?”

The change in subject caught Kimme by surprise. “I did it was one of the strangest conversations I have ever had with him. He’s nothing like before.”

“So you were right, your mother’s influence on him has been broken.”

Kimme nodded. She explained how her father had been immersed, growing up in the Umeki family’s heritage. Marrying her mother, he believed that the two of them could usher in a new age, a rebirth of that ancient power. However, his ideas and her ideas collided. Although there were plenty of stories of conflict, there were just as many where success had been gained through diplomacy, working with the Yoaki not against them. Kaede had other plans.

“Before I was born, after my grandmother Hoshi, his mother, died, my father wanted to free Aya.”

“I gather that didn’t go over too well.” Sile frowned then opened another bottle of Dark Island Reserve and passed it to Kimme.

“No, what’s funny he wasn’t brought up in a traditional household. He didn’t even speak Japanese before they were married. Kaede’s magic turned him into a completely different person.” Kimme took a long pull from the bottle.

“So now what?”

“I’m meeting him in Hawaii over the Winter break.”

“Hawaii?”

“He wants the two of us to personally apologize to Olina’s family and try and make peace. I’m also, at least in his eyes, still the heir to the family’s fortunes. As eventual head of the Umeki Empire, I need to be reintroduced to the Shisaa family that lives there. Plus he said that he really wanted to spend some time to get reacquainted with his ‘new’ daughter.”

Kimme finished off the bottle, and like Sile tossed it into the front yard. “I wish you could join me in Hawaii.”

“You know I can’t leave Skogshaven.”

Kimme continued, as if she didn’t hear Sile’s answer. “I mean, everyone in the compound treats me differently; at least before, they used to fake being friendly, well not true it’s just odd. My mother called me an abomination, or some part of me she thought was an abomination and my grandmother died in my arms. Did she love me? I don’t know….why did this happen to me Sile…what did I do…Katie’s gone…Aya gone…even you…” Tears were now running down her checks. “I don’t even know who I am anymore.”

“Rach-air-muin” Sile growled. The Scottish Vampire had been confused since she entered the Shisaa compound. Was this the person she loved? She was and she wasn’t. Still, Kimme’s mournful cry stabbed deep into her chest.

Cursing Phillip, not for the first time, he had opened her black heart allowing something that she never had before, compassion. Kimme soon found herself in Sile’s embrace.

”Oh ma bien-aimé, everything will be OK. I’m here. Don’t cry; I’m not going anywhere.”

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Kimme felt bad that she had awoken the Saito’s so early in the morning; however she hadn’t slept much herself. Most of the night had been spent with Tabitha, which was a bitter sweet reunion. The newly born Vampire had mixed feelings about what had taken place the night of her rebirth. Her old life, full of family, friends and even her religion had been the cornerstone of her life. Now with it gone, she didn’t know what to make of it.

Part of her thought that dying would have been the simplest thing; however she was grateful for Nina. She was already leaning heavily on her new family, and they were more than happy to step forward to help. Where Agwe and Kimme fit into her new life, she didn’t know.

With the sun just breaking over the forest, Kimme stood in front of a Tudor style house, in a wooded development right off the main road. The Saito’s land she noted was much more heavily wooded than most, giving them a bit of privacy. Kimme wasn’t all that surprised that their land butted against the Fae Woods as well.

“I’m sorry Kimme; Kuugen isn’t ready to speak with you. She did say however, that if you wish it you can have her life as one last token of obedience.” Satoshi Saito gave Kimme a sympathetic smile.

“Why would I want that? I just want to see Aya”. Kimme quickly chastised herself because of her tone of voice. The heir of the Umeki family shouldn’t be whining like a little girl. A small part of her was also upset that Aya no longer choose that name to go by, she now used her old name Kuugen.

Hotaru Saito looked at her husband. “She is a bit old fashion, reminds me of my grandmother. But Kimme, you need to give her some time. She’s gone through a lot and has to come to terms with that she has done.”

“But she couldn’t help herself.”

“Child, it doesn’t matter. Besides the other Yoaki she murdered, the Umeki family made her hunt down members of her own clan.” Hotaru frowned. ‘Kimme, do you still plan on becoming the head of that family.”

The young woman sighed. “I’m not sure what to do. My father and Uncle Masanori want me to stay as heir, perhaps lead the family down a different path. A part of me agrees, another part wants to run away and put all of this behind me.”

Hotaru reached over and took Kimme by the hand. “If you need help just ask.”

“Thank you.”

“At least your Uncle is not totally responsible. To think part of the coming of age ritual for the Shisaa was to actually bond them to the Japanese Witches. “

Not too surprising, Katie had recognized the ritual similar to what had imprisoned her hundreds of years before but because she herself was bound, there was nothing she could say or do about it.

The Witches who crafted the enchantment knew what they were doing. Almost impossible to detect, the Shisaa family members wouldn’t disobey a direct order; however they wouldn’t see a real reason why not to. It had been so ingrained in the Samurai tradition that it seemed normal.

What had saved Kimme that day, her grandmother had placed another enchantment on her Uncle, strengthening the already strong bond that had been created between the two of them.

The three didn’t speak for much longer, the children needed to go to school and Satoshi and his wife needed to get to work. With a promise that if anything changed with Aya, she would be the first to know Kimme drove back to the compound lost in thought.

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The heir of the Umeki family fortune stood in front of her wardrobe, looking through her clothes; she no longer really had to worry about dressing if she didn’t want to. She could appear in whatever outfit she desired, however one of the things she found most enjoyable since becoming female, was shopping. Perhaps the thrill of the hunt was closer to the truth, still she loved the clothes.

“Strange, I can look like whomever I want, but I can’t seem to take a male form any longer.”

“It’s because you are still at odds with yourself, ducky.” A familiar voice said from behind.

“Katie.” Kimme cried, throwing herself into her beloved friend’s arms. ‘I thought you left me.”

“Now why would I do that, luv?”

“Because you hated us, I mean the Umeki family.” Kimme still held her friend close, afraid if she let go, the Aos Sidhe would disappear forever.

“Can’t say I am fond of them.” Pulling away, she led her to the bed. “However it wasn’t your mother who imprisoned me.”

“Have you been set free?”

“Afraid not luv, her Highness is looking for a way to free me from that accursed Athame as we speak. Unfortunately, I have been bound for so long, it’s more a part of me than I am comfortable with.”

“So she is your master now?”

Katie laughed. “Hardly, the first thing the Princess told me was to go on vacation as long as I wanted. No orders, nothing. I can come and go as I please. What I am thankful about, she doesn’t let the knife leave her body. It stays with her at all times.”

Kimme looked hopeful. “Does that mean you’re coming back here?”

The Aos Sidhe looked at her young friend, eyes full of warmth and love. “You’re a little old for me to dress you luv.”

“I guess, I just…”

“I know but things change, it’s part of life. However remember, I will always be your friend. So don’t think I’m going away forever.”

Kimme smiled tentatively. “Want to come to Hawaii with me.”

“Hawaii?” The Aos Sidhe looked thoughtful.

Kimme nodded, explaining what her father planned over the winter break. “As a friend of course, we can lie on the beach, work on our tans. Maybe catch a wave or two.”

“Let me think about it. Now how about I help you dress you one last time, I see that you’re practicing for another festival.”

“New Year’s day, I should be back from Hawaii a few days before.”

Clapping her hands, together Katie started help Kimme undress. “All right then, lets not keep your cousins waiting.”

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A cold wind blew over the Shrine as I slowly went through the motions of the ritualistic Kagura dance. My thought before I began had been in turmoil, as I was still coming to terms with the events of the past week. But the dance irresistibly pulled me to my center, giving me peace at least for now.

“Kimme-sama, I am sorry to disturb you but Agwe St. Hill is here to see you.” My cousin stood a respectful distance away with his head down.

Sighing, I would have to do something about that. I waves at Agwe, who stood a few feet away from him.

“Juro, do me a favor. Just let her in next time. She doesn’t need an escort.”

“Kimme.” Agwe ran over and gave me a hug. “So what’s going on? Are the rumors true the entire compound vanished into the Fae?”

Taking a seat on the cold stone stairs, I began to explain as best I could the week’s events. Some of it shocked her, some of it made her cry; in the end, she held me once again as my own tears ran down my face.

“So they really put you in charge?”

“It seems so.” I couldn’t help but laugh.

Agwe looking please, nudged me with her body. “Good.”

I looked at her, a smile on my lips. “Why’s that.”

Agwe’s features suddenly became more animated. “Remember when we spoke about our two families, we now can all get along.”

“Cats and dogs living together.” The two of us started to giggle, remembering out conversation.

“So you’re going to Hawaii.” Agwe looked away, biting her lips she asked. “Do you plan on coming back?”

“Of course.”

“Good.” She raised her arms and stretched before standing. “I have to go, school work you know.”

“I know; I have a ton of things to make up.”

My father insisted that I finish the rest of the year in Skogshaven. Any long term plans, University or an apprenticeship with my father could then be determined later. So for now, I had a least a weeks’ worth of school work, thankfully Principal Byrne had been very understanding.

“I heard a rumor that your family paid the school for the repairs to the pool, and from what else I hear an upgrade to the facilities.”

I looked down embarrassed. “Well, it’s my fault really, as I dumped Eric’s motorcycle into the pool.”

“Still, it’s a nice gesture.” Holding me close one more time, she started to turn away. “I’ll see you around, Kimme.”

Watching her depart, I couldn’t help but notice the tears streaming down her face.

“You know that Agwe knew you were there the whole time.”

My girlfriend had been watching me practice, as we planned on going out to dinner afterwards.

“So, you didn’t tell her?” Sile stepped forward.

“What?” I knew what she was saying but I wanted her to actually say it.

“That you’re not really Kimme.”

I sighed, now that’s not totally true. When I decided to sacrifice my life’s energy to save Katie, little did I know what would happen? I believed that I would simply fade away, like my dreams with the mirrors. To our surprise, we merged, into a new person but really the same. Memories of living high on top of a snow covered mountain were as real to me, as memories of swimming in the Ocean.

I didn’t feel any different, no more than when I switched from Ken to Kimme. I’m still me. So Kimme or Kimiye it didn’t matter anymore. I survived and the people that I loved so dearly were safe.

A part of me still understood that my relationship with Agwe would probably change but as Katie said, that was part of life. However, I would try to continue to be her friend and I hoped she would be mine.

“Doesn’t matter, she knew anyway.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised; there is a touch of the Fae in that girl.” Sile shook her head as Rebecca and Hibiki appeared in the courtyard making their way towards the stairs.

“Sorry we’re late.” The two giggled as they finally reached the Shrine.

“As usual.”

“Hey, we are allowed to be fashionably late you know.” Rebecca stood with her hands on her hips.

Hibiki leaned over and said to Sile. “Rebecca couldn’t decide on which bathing suits to bring to Hawaii.”

Rebecca grinned. “Guess I’ll have to buy a few new ones.”

“Sounds like a plan, shopping this weekend, Kimme?” Hibiki jumped up and down excited.

“Practice first.” I had to stop myself from jumping down with her. Motioning to the others, we began to walk towards the front of the Shrine. Looking back, it came as no surprise that Sile joined in. If I knew anything about my girlfriend, she loved to dance.

Slowly the four of us began to move, our forms as one as we performed the ritual for the New Year, a dance of hope, good fortune and new beginnings.

Epilogue:

Countess Sianna strolled through the halls of a large Irish estate that sat on hundreds of acres inside the county of Armagh. As the mistress of the Dunkelheit, she wasn’t used to being ordered. However, this person’s request was simply that, an order and it was not to be ignored.

Two well-dressed and armed Aos Sidhe opened a large mahogany door allowing her entry into a large beautiful furnished chamber. Antiques worth thousands of pounds adorned the room, over a large fireplace hung a painting of a beautiful lady dressed in a long white gown. Behind the desk, the woman still garbed in white, her dress more modern, sat with her ear to a cell phone. Motioning with one hand, she beckoned the Countess to approach.

“Of course Lady MacLice I would be happy to attend the charity ball, in fact put me down for a sizable donation. Yes, please contact my secretary with further details; a pleasure as always speaking with you, Lady MacLice”

Pushing her black silky straight hair over one ear, the Dutchess of the Unseelie Court set her phone down on the desk. Without a word, she opened a brown folder and began to look over a series of documents. Satisfied, the woman in white looked up; regarding the Countess carefully, she clasped her long fingers together on top of the desk,

“You have done what I asked?”

The Countess went down on one knee, unable to look into those deep blue eyes. “Yes your grace; the Count has been slain, as you commanded.”

“No trouble I take it?”

It was a rhetorical question, if there had been trouble the Countess would have already paid dearly for it.

“No, your grace, everything went according to plan.”

Leaning back, the Duchess smiled as she motioned another a servant, who held a silver try with two crystal glasses and a bottle of Champaign , to approach.

“A drink perhaps, to celebrate you accomplishment.”

“Thank you your grace.” The Countess watched as the Sclabhai walked across the room, setting the tray in front of her mistress. She then approached curtsied low while offering the crystal glass full of the bubbly liquid to Sianna.

“This one is new.” She could fell no power from this mortal, how strange.

“Not really, the one has been mine for over a decade but alas unlike you dear Sianna, she failed to do as I requested. Now at least, I take pleasure in her presence.”

Countess Sianna nodded, not really caring one way or another, as long as it wasn’t her.

“Isn’t that right Kaede, you love me don’t you.”

“Yes Mistress.” The former head of the Umeki family shivered in pleasure as the Duchess ran her hands over her body. All that was once the powerful Witch was gone, now replaced by the Sclabhai who would do anything for her mistress, even die if commanded.

“What about the Princess.”

“What about her? She doesn’t concern me; although perhaps we will continue to apply pressure. Let’s see what the Daughter of Mab is made of shall we? I’ll contact you later, you’re dismissed.”

Watching the Countess retreated from the room, as quickly and polite possible, the White Duchess laughed. In the future the Princess would become a worthy adversary. However right now, she wasn’t interested in an Arbitrator. Years in the making, her well thought out plans were slowly coming to fruition and her target was no mere Princess, but a Queen.

Authors Notes: A big thanks to everyone for reading, I hope you enjoyed Kimme's journey. As you might have noticed there are still several plot lines not finished, keep an eye out for them in Pixie's Honor and an upcoming story called Daughters of the Flame.

Thanks to EOF, Maggie and Donjo for their insightful comments, and suggestions and for EOF for creating such a fun Universe to write in.

Finally, as always a great big thanks to djkauf for a little elvish editing, adding those evil commas that I always forget to add.

If you like the story please leave a Kudos, if you have the time I would love to hear from you. Thanks to all for reading! - Huggs!! Elsbeth

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