Of
Legendary Creatures and Mystical Beasts
By Firuze
Khanume (firuzekhanume@Hotpop.com)
I do not
own Rurouni Kenshin, bla, bla, bla...
Notice: Be
warned. It will include violence, some use of profane language, and some extent
of explicit sexual content. So keep on reading at your own risk.
I would
love to hear your comments and suggestions
A few
words: I'm really glad you are enjoying the research. I think researching is a
key part of writing. Imagination should be founded soundly on real events and
places if you are writing about these.
Besides, it
is good to really understand the other culture's POV about things, and not only
know the facts. I hope my notes can be of some help for that (a little drop in
the ocean you should be diving into…)
A ESPECIAL
ULTRA BIG HUG to MIR, who is bearing the difficult task of giving my thoughts a
coherent meaning… (Remember to visit Tales from the Meiji Era site!
http://ellone-loire/tfme/)
And I also
want to give a ULTRA ULTRA ESPECIAL BIG
HUG to GUADALUPE.ANGELICA LANGARICA SÁNCHEZ
who has drawn a MAGNIFICENT picture of Asiyah
You can see
her beautiful work at
http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/src.php?sort=dateD&s=MISC&srcht=srcae&srch=piyo_piya@hotmail.com&show=Show%2FSearch
Then she
also made a WONDERFUL drawing/fan art of Asiyah and Enishi, which you can visit
at http://www.mediaminer.org/fanart/view.php?id=35666
(They will
be soon included on my site)
Last but
not least I want to express my gratitude to my eternal reviewers : specially
Anna-neko, Hana Himura, Bao Blossom
(Though she
is reading the Spanish version…) and Mara. To the new ones: Thanks to give this
experiment a try.
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Chapter 6
The Sad Lady in White
The
melancholy of her forced exile had begun to take its toll on her soul.
She had
spent hours remembering her friends, her favorite places, the golden skies of her
home, the singing glass flowers, and all those many wonders of her lost world
that can't be compared with their pale counterparts in human realm...
Fortunately,
upon moving to Shanghai, her deep loneliness had begun to fade.
At least
she had found somebody there who didn't avoid her company... although it was he
who was the very reason for her exile.
<'In
fact I am being very unfair toward him. I was the one who triggered this. I
made the decision, and nobody forced it down my throat...'>
Business
had been the excuse to make the move.
In fact she didn't need the work or any kind of protection from anybody.
But to avoid further suspicions about the origins of her money, she decided to
make use of her magical abilities and turn herself into a respectable jeweler.
She could
turn anything into gold and stones as well as into virtually anything she could
think of.
Due to her
gender, it was less suspicious to be engaged in some activity that justified
her revenues rather than to just let money flow freely. Such a policy would
undoubtedly lead to unwanted comments about her morals and raised fingers at
her, and although she still had her share of those, it would have been
worse.
She had to
admit, thought, that having Enishi around had made things run more smoothly.
Nobody asked, nobody bothered, or nobody harassed her in any way -- and
especially, nobody dared to upset her.
Even the
'payments' demanded traditionally for "security" and other 'favors'
weren't required anymore all of a sudden, and she could see the hand of her…
friend behind all that.
Friend
A strange,
disturbing word that one could hardly relate to the man she was thinking of.
But...
yes. She could call him that.
Friend.
At least
for the moment.
And he was
that, in some odd sort of way.
Friendship
was certainly an odd way to qualify the strange relationship they shared, which
was complex beyond explanation.
In any case
she was not alone anymore. And that was something to be grateful enough
for...
Last but
not least, she had found something upon which to focus her troubled and
depressed mind.
He had
suggested almost casually to her that she could help him with social meetings, which
was the aspect of his business that annoyed him the most.
That was
Wu's job usually, but after the latest developments, including Enishi's feeling
about his involvement in the failed attempt against his life on the desert, Wu
Heishin was running out of sympathy and trust from his boss.
Besides,
Enishi suspected that Wu had been making deals behind his back, so he decided
to take a more active role in that aspect of his job.
But Enishi
wasn't a man made for social subtleties or the complex arrangements behind
public events. He thus chose to leave those details in Asiyah's capable
hands.
Although
they were generally simple business lunches or even briefer encounters than
that, from time to time business required something more elaborate.
And such an
occasion was fast approaching. He would receive some very special customers
from Japan, and Enishi had a very unusual interest in them.
She was
working hard for that upcoming event which kept her in the house for many hours
each day, so many in fact that he had equipped a room so that it served her as
her own office. In fact he had ordered that she had a bedroom always ready for
her in the estate, with everything he could imagine she could wish for -- from
very expensive dresses (which she never wore) to the latest perfumes from
Europe.
Since she
accepted his invitation to relocate her residence to Shanghai, he was trying to
convince her to move into his house, which she politely refused.
It was not
the time or the opportunity to fall into a deeper relationship yet, and that
would be the inevitable outcome if she remained with him and lived under the
same roof.
She would
willfully comply… in due time…
She shook
her head, trying to put aside the nostalgic thoughts, and she returned her
attention to the new task at hand.
Hard work
was a good remedy against sad memories...
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‘It was the
perfect deal’, he thought as his eyes settled on the youth working bowed over a
large pile of papers under the trees of his garden, enfolded in that red fog
that her long curls were – whose shine and movement alone mesmerized him.
She didn't
ask or put her nose into his affairs, she spoke several western languages (a
very useful talent), and most importantly, she had an eye for details and thus
was the perfect hostess.
He
especially appreciated her masterful grace in disappearing at precisely the
right moment without complaints or the natural feminine impulse of interfering
in matters relating to power and money.
Also, he
had tested her cunning a few times by requesting her advice on smaller issues,
and he found himself very satisfied at her intelligent opinions.
Last but
not least, there it was the interesting fact of her subtle but clear interest
in him, that class of interest that guaranteed the loyalty of a woman toward a
man. It was only a matter of time
before the consummation of something more… significant.
The time
that Heishin had a swift and permanent retirement had arrived.
He had
never planned it this way.
He needed
somebody who was skilled and talented enough with planning and details. He was
a man of action, not one made for small talk or tea parties. That had been the reason behind his tolerance
toward Heishin throughout all those years. He had hated the guy at first
glance, as he was nothing but a worm, and a cowardly one at that, but it had
been convenient to have him by his side – at least till recent developments. He
had been a loyal and efficient second-in-command until his latest trip to
Japan....
Enishi
thought he had assured the loyalty of the little, greedy dog by promising to
hand him his entire organization once he was finished with his personal affairs
in Japan. This was in return for his
full, unquestioning support.
It had
seemed to be enough to maintain his partner's fidelity until few months ago,
but after the fateful trip to Japan to negotiate with their future guests and
to study the ground for the extension of their operational range toward the
islands, Heishin’s attitude had undergone a drastic change.
Wu Heishin
was a fool if he believed that his boss would not notice these details.
And Enishi
would have fulfilled their pact in due time.
He really
had no interest in maintaining his position at the top of the illegal traffic
of weapons in Shanghai. He truly hated the corrupt city with all the vile,
disgusting foreigners, and he hated what he was being forced to do to
accomplish his goal. He only continued because of that goal. The syndicate, Wu,
the money – everything was only tools in his hands to reach it.
Once he
concluded the whole thing, he would disappear.
He could
even begin a true life of his own, with plans and projects for himself.
Because the
demons who haunted him would be no longer there.
Perhaps…
Perhaps…
Just
perhaps…
But, then
maybe, he could join his sister, and be no longer alone…
As long as
his sister smiled at him, everything would be well.
And Tomoe
was smiling at him, leaning against the rail of his balcony, in the opposite
spot across from him, her purple shawl over her shoulders.
He returned
the smile.
Suddenly,
Tomoe's eyes left his, and she turned her face toward the garden.
Towards the
place where Asiyah was sitting.
His smile
was frozen on his lips when he saw the eyes of both women fixed intently in
each other's, as if they were aware of the presence of the other’s.
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It was not
the first time that she had seen the sad lady dressed in white. But it was the
first one they had acknowledged their mutual presences.
She had not
been able to discover her name among the servants or with Heishin despite all her
attempts, so she found she only could call her that way: the Lady in
White.
Every time
she inquired about her, all they gave to her were funny looks, and they always
replied that Enishi had never received into the house a woman like the one that
she described to them, not to mention with the regularity she claimed to have
seen her there.
The Lady in
White was really beautiful. Delicate and elegant, although she always appeared
dressed in the same way every occasion she had spotted her in Enishi's company.
She had never found her alone; she was always close by his side. She had
noticed that he had spoke to her during the first occasion she saw them
together, and although it was a brief glance, since she didn't want to invade
their intimacy; the women seemed to reply to him only with an icy smile and the
saddest eyes that she had ever seen.
She had
always stayed within the limits of delicate diplomacy, and she had never
inquired about the visits of any females to the house. Those happened mostly at
night, and were managed in a circumspect and subtle way.
Things were
absolutely different with that woman though.
That fact
aroused her curiosity and made her really eager to know who she was. The fact
that nobody wanted to speak of her, as if she didn't exist at all only
stimulated her interest all the more.
Anyway, the
only one that could give her answers was Enishi. And definitively, she wouldn't
ask him.
Except if
she was willing to comply and first answer the questions that he was trying to
get from her, that is...
As she had
told him during their meeting at the British Consul's reception, both had their
secrets, secrets they didn't want to discuss yet.
If one them
pressed the other into revealing them, it was inevitable that the other would
demand the same thing.
They were
not ready to shift the delicate balance of their intricate relationship yet.
In due
time, they would arrive at that point.
But
undoubtedly it was not the moment for that to happen yet.
She sighed.
She would
definitively no longer be able to focus on her work for what was left of the
afternoon.
She didn't
care too much. She had three more weeks for doing the task before her.
She closed the
folder containing her papers, put up her hair into a tight bun, and set the
dupatta in place.
Lastly, she
took the list of tasks for the maids, and she went to the interior of the house
to give it to the steward.
She set her
eyes in the balcony again. There was no longer anybody there. It was time for
her return to her home.
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As she had
every time that she’d know he was busy, she left him a brief farewell
note.
But this
time he was not busy at all.
He had
really wanted her to have dinner with him.
He was sure
he would even have been able to convince her to stay the night afterwards.
After all, it would be too late in the night for her to return to the
Settlement.
He had
wanted her company.
He had
wanted to ask her...
An ominous
feeling, as if something was about to happen, could be smelled in the air.
So
afterwards, he called one of his employees, the one in charge of his 'private affairs',
and he made the pertinent arrangements.
It was not
what he really wanted; he wanted company, not sex, that night.
But it
should have to be enough.
For some
odd reason, he didn't want to spend the night alone.
And then,
he retired to his room, to wait.
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She was
awakened by an icy touch on her cheek that startled her.
Within her
room, illuminated only for the light of the moon, was the Lady in White.
“W-what...?
How...? When…?”
“That is
not important right now. I know that you care about Enishi and why. Now, you
should go with him. His life is in danger. They will try to kill him during the
few next minutes.”
“Why didn't
you warned him when you were there today at the house? I... I will never make
it there in time....”
“I know
what you are... and what you are capable of.
Use your magic. You are the only one who can help him now. The house is
surrounded, to guarantee that he cannot break free even if he is able to defeat
those inside it. There is a passageway that leads into the basement. It was
constructed for smuggling when the former owner built the house; it leads to
the road across the forest. Use it, and you both will be safe. Now hurry up,
you must go!”
“How do you
know I can use magic?”
“This is
not the time!”
That was
definitively strange. She shook her head, thinking that perhaps it was a dream.
But the other woman remained where she stood...
'Well, anyway
there is no chance she could do any harm to me…' she thought.
“I hope for
your own safety that you are right, because if something strange is going
on...” she growled under her breath menacingly.
She opened
a magic portal and stepped into Enishi's room.
She felt
her face blushing, becoming as red as her hair.
There she
was, dressed only in a light nightgown looking at he who was naked to his
waist, kissing a young girl, who was in the same situation.
She turned,
looking toward the wall, and she cleared her throat.
She knew
that it was not necessary, because he had become aware of her presence in the
place automatically.
And he was
not being happy about it.
'Bad idea
to enter his room without knocking first...'
“What – are-
you- doing - here?” He punctuated each word, the evident displeasure in his
voice made clear in his deep growl, while he shortened the distance between
them with a dangerously rapid pace.
“I...”
“Look at me
when I am asking you something!” He took her by her shoulders lifting her in
the air until they were face to face
His
companion walked quickly toward the bed. Before Asiyah could articulate any
word, she saw in horror a shimmering blade coming down toward Enishi's back. He
seemed so pissed off with her that she knew he would not notice it until it was
too late. She then did the only thing that she was capable of without using her
magic: she swiftly crossed her hands just in time to catch the blow. She felt
fire across her palms, but her attempt stopped the blow long enough to allow
Enishi to react.
He sent the
attacker flying across the room with a single blow. The girl fell to the floor,
unconscious.
“I believe
I arrived just on time... Ah... Well this is all the loyalty that money can buy…”
she said looking at the fallen body of the young courtesan.
“How did
you know...?” he thought he heard the
sting of jealousy in her words, but this was not the place, nor the time to
inquire further.
“Your
friend warned me... I will tell you everything as soon as we leave here.
Somebody wants you dead, and the house is a huge trap. But I know how we can
get to a safer place.”
“This will
hurt you...” he was examining her hands, the blade still deeply buried in them.
“Have I any
other options?”
She tried
hiding the pain behind a smile, but it disappeared when he removed the dagger
from her palms.
'Damn… this awful weak human body…I hate
it!'
“I'm sorry.
I tried to pull out it as carefully as possible... can you move them?” He apologize at the sight of tears running
down her face and the little trail of blood left by her teeth on her lower lip
due the hard biting she gave herself to avoid screaming.
She tried
to move her fingers, which responded painfully her orders.
“This is a
good sign ... there is no permanent damage done...” He left her side, taking a
gun from his commode, and he unsheathed his sword.
“It's time
to take our leave, before they attack the house.”
“None of
you will come out of this room alive.”
The woman that
had attacked Enishi had recovered consciousness, and now she wielded a gun.
Behind her, the drawer of a desk was open. It was apparent that somebody had
placed the weapon there, to solve any possible eventuality.
“Bastard...
you have a damn strong punch... but not
that strong...” The girl rubbed her
head with a pained expression “and I know it is as far as you can go due that
obsession of yours that prevents you to harm young women... I am sorry for
you... Your soft heart has sealed your own fate and that of your friend as
well... Have a good time in Hell... It's a pity I couldn't enjoy you before
killing you. I've heard…things… Well, never mind.”
“Who sent
you?”
“Somebody
who got tired of waiting... Do you have
something to tell to the one that from now on you can consider your former
partner?” said the girl aiming at Enishi's head.
“Perhaps
Enishi cannot harm you, little bitch... But believe me dear, I can...” Asiyah
interrupted the youth. She had stood up and from on one of her bleeding hands a
small fireball started to glow, until it became a great flame shining with wild
ferocity.
The woman
never knew what hit her. She was dumbfounded when her clothes began to catch
fire, and despite her attempts to suffocate it, the fire engulfed her entire
body on the spot, turning her in a crying living torch before Enishi could even
react.
“I think we
should leave right now.” his eyes went
from her hands to the girl dying on the floor.
The look in
Enishi's eyes was a blend of shock, confusion and certain relief. And it
certainly also indicated to her that she clearly could not avoid giving the
long-delayed answers he sought as soon as they were safe.
The attack
to the hall had already begun. Enishi led the way in a storm of sword blows and
gunshots up to where Asiyah had indicated. She was behind him, fasten to his
body. They found the passageway just in the place the Lady in White had
indicated, and once there, they locked the entrance so that nobody could follow
them and started the sprint to safe place.
Asiyah
noticed that her feet began to drag as if they were made of bricks. Her
breathing had became ragged when they were halfway the passageway, but she
thought the run was taking its toll on her or even to the shock of the pain
caused by her injuries.
But she
knew that something wasn't right when they reached the forest. She fell to the
grass, and she could no longer get up.
“Poison...”
Enishi said, touching her forehead. Even through the cold she felt she knew,
she was burning with fever. He put her over his shoulder without further
formalities, and he hastened his pace.
“Hold on. If you don't survive, I swear that you will regret it. I owe
my life to you twice, and I don't like to leave pending debts. Besides, you
have yet to answer a very long list of questions.”
Asiyah
chuckled lightly, just before falling into a deep black abyss.
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Glossary
Dupatta: Large
shawl of light cloth (silk or gauze habitually, but thick cloth as wool can be
used too) wore by Hindu and Pakistani women loose over the head. It is worn
with matching clothes called shalwar-kamisse, consisting of baggy pants, and a
sort of dress ion top of the pants that falls to the calves. These three pieces
are usually very showy and elegant, and the Hindu and Muslims women of high and
high middle classes in India, Bangladesh, and Pakistan use them, in contrast to
the burqa
(or purdah) traditional of the Muslim women wives of clergymen (of Sunni rite,
Shia women wears chador, which leaves the face exposed), peasants and of low
class.
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