Mamushi-Sama

Chapter 2

Oishi Shuichiro gasped as he paused in his pursuit to cleaning the weeks worth of laundry. His hands stilled in the cold river as his hands gripped tightly to the brownish hakama. The feeling settled deep within himself, it vibrated through his bones sending his senses into a frenzy. It wasn’t a foreign feeling, he had experienced it before countless times in the past, but to feel it here, in the middle of nowhere deep within the Fudomine Nation, was unheard of. This part of Fudomine had been abandoned by Ninjin - all except for him - Youkai and Oni dominated this part of the thick wood. He slowly pulled the hakama from the frigid water and laboured his breathing to the pain that racked through his body. This was the reason why he left civilization behind, being an empath was a dangerous thing. Being able to feel what one was feeling was a violation of there privacy, but also it hurt, one day he knew he was going to die from the overwhelming emotions that Ninjin presented at every corner of their life.

“How did someone make it this far in?” he whispered as he quickly folded the hakama with unsteady hands. Someone would have fallen to the Oni rather than the Youkai. Youkai were more human than they were willing to admit, while Oni were more animalistic then there human side at which sometimes never showed. They were vicious in there quest for blood, there bodies constantly hungering for the fresh meat of Ninjin. Oishi supposed he should count himself lucky, because all the years he had been here not one Youkai or Oni came to this area, it was protected by something old and powerful.

Oishi could feel the shiver crawling across his spine just at the thought of what that could be.

The Ninjin was close - at least fifty meters within range of him. It had to be the only way he could pick up on such intense pain. He placed the folded hakama into make shift basket before he stood up unsteadily, a large part of the pain was centered on his left leg. He frowned. Oishi contemplated whether he should leave the Ninjin where it was, eventually an Oni would get to it, but Oishi bit his lower lip. He was too nice to leave a fellow Ninjin in need; he was at fault when it came to his heart.

“You’ll be feeling this more intimately later….” he trialed off as he went in search of the injured Ninjin. Oishi new what would happen later - if he just so happened to need to touch this injure person he’d be feeling the after affects for hours later, he sighed, but he resigned to that fate, he had submitted to it years ago, since the day he accepted himself for what he was. Walking through the woods, Oishi was nerved. It was unusually silent for a forest, where usually you would hear the scurrying of small mammals or the song of birds, but not one sound penetrated the eerie silence. He didn’t even feel that overwhelming fear that accompanied the presence of an Oni. Whatever kept the demons away from the area he had adopted as his own, clearly spread father then he thought. He inhaled deeply as the pain become intense, so intense it had him bending over supporting himself on his knees.

He rasped fighting the overwhelming pain. He looked through the pain for that special link that linked him to the emotion swirling within him, in his mind eye, he saw that thin thread like string quivering amongst shaded old threads. It seemed to be weeping in his eyes; reaching out he attentively grasped it, stilling the thread, the pain fluctuating through his body calmed and he could regain his breath.

“Where are you?” he whispered. He opened his eyes slowly. “There you are…” his voice sounded tired and old. As he followed that small thread he came upon a small clearing and there in the middle spread eagle was a boy. As Oishi stepped closer he noticed the boy looked strange, he wore strange clothes, all black except for the white cloth underneath. He wore thick classes, glasses weren’t unusual in the world, but to find a finely crafted pair, now that was unusual. Only nobles had such finery. But what really disturbed Oishi about the strange boy, was the fresh wave of peace that came every time he stepped closer. The pain was there, it was rooted in him, but a calm feeling was washing over it.

He gazed at the unconscious boy for a few minutes, his mind mulling over the mystery. There was a rustle in the far bushes just ahead of him. He crouched beside the boy, but his eyes never left the moving foliage.

Grrr………

The growl penetrate the silent forest slowly. Oishi narrowed his eyes; Oni. As the beast stepped through the foliage, the sun washed over its form. Large muscles were crafted everywhere on the humanoid Oni who had tusks like the wild bore, who’s olive green skin sparkled with the hint of sweat. And deep yellowish blood shot eyes gazed at the two.

Slowly Oishi reached out for the stranger, his hand coming to lift up one arm and throwing it over his shoulder, and slowly he stood bringing the unconscious teen with him.

As Oishi backed away from the Oni, he noticed it watched him with his eyes, but didn’t take a step forward, it looked like it wanted to, but it didn’t. Is that were the ancient power protecting this area ends? Soon Oishi disappeared into the woods, he was sure the Oni couldn’t see him, he bet it could smell him though. Oishi after a short paused his eyes locked on the retreating Oni as it moved back into the forest, Oishi turned his back on the demon.

Oishi glanced at the boy, he had to be a few shy’s taller then him, he noticed his feet was dragging slightly. But what greatly disturbed Oishi was the empty feeling that was crashing through him. Something was up with this boy, he was unusual. He could barely pick up on the teen now. What was with that? Earlier he had felt him so….strongly that it was beyond painful, but now the pain was quiet. And he felt at peace… Not only was the kid tall he was heavy. Oishi huffed as he shifted the boy up a little bit.

Oishi grinned as he cleared the forest and found himself staring into the river that ran beside his house. There on the other side was a tall, three story house. An old abandoned place, he found years ago. Well it was somewhat abandoned anyway.

He smiled as he thought of his roomie. He would be happy to have a guest, after all, it had been only the two of them for years……

TBC…………

A/N: Alright the second chapter! So what you think? And yes, Oishi is not a teenager, but he wasn’t old either! He’s around 24 years old :P not only am I screwing with there actual selves, I’m screwing with there ages!! Muhahahaha!! Any way, hope you enjoyed the story, please leave a review, bye bye!

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