The Lotus War - Kinslayer Part 45
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"We are the s.h.i.+kabane." He eyes were dark jade against ashen white. "We are the Corpses."
Michi watched the clanlords glance at each other, uncertain. Perhaps even fearful. All the pretense of their grand entrances stripped away, left naked before those burning green eyes.
"I wish to be clear upon this." Hiro's gaze flickered from one Daimyo to the next. "I will honor our fallen Shgun. I will marry Lady Aisha, sire a new heir to the Kazumitsu line, see this nation's future a.s.sured. But once this duty is served, I will set about hunting and executing Yoritomo's a.s.sa.s.sin and all who abet her. I will serve this nation as Shgun until the Impure wh.o.r.e, Kitsune Yukiko, is dead."
Hiro blinked like a man who had forgotten how.
"Your oaths bind you to the Kazumitsu house. Once my beloved and I are wed, I will be as a son of that n.o.ble line. And my sons shall carry the name into this nation's future. So know this..."
Hiro replaced his memp, covering his ashen features. The iron face of a bone-white tiger snarled at the n.o.bles, and the voice within was the ringing of footfalls in an empty tomb.
"If you choose to dishonor your vows and stand against me, I will kill your families. Your wives. Your sons. I will kill your neighbors, your servants, your childhood friends. I will burn your cities to the ground, sow your fields with salt, make a desolation of everything you know and care for. And at the last, when all you love is ashes, I will kill you."
Silence. Soft as baby's breath.
"Now." Hiro gestured with his clockwork arm to the palace glowering on the hill. "I believe welcome drinks are being served in the dining hall."
Ichizo's hand was back on Michi's arm. She tried not to stiffen at his touch.
"I should return you to your room."
"If that is your wish, my Lord."
There was no anger in his voice as he spoke. "Do you think me a fool, Michi-chan?"
She looked into his eyes then, gleaming above coiled breather pipes. Were they the eyes of a serpent, toying with its prey? Or the eyes of a loyal man, torn by duty to Lord and heart?
Who are you?
"No," she said. "I do not think you are a fool, my Lord."
Ichizo looked at the Tiger Daimyo, climbing back into the palanquin, taking his fiancee by the hand. The faces of the shocked crowd, pale and drawn and stricken with fear. The faces of the Dragon and Phoenix entourages, all bl.u.s.ter and pomp evaporated, taking their seats in the motorcade, silent as berated children. The faces of the Iron Samurai, caked thick with funeral ashes. And the face of Lord Hiro, a walking dead man, only a heartbeat away from dominion over the entire Imperium. His cousin. His blood. His Shgun.
Ichizo's face was as pale as his Lord's.
"I think perhaps we both are."
She had hated Aisha at first. From the very core of her soul. Here was a woman who had everything. Born to privilege and power. Spoiled by her parents, indulged by her brutish pig of a brother, never lifting a finger all the days of her life.
Months had pa.s.sed after Michi arrived from the Iis.h.i.+. There was no hint of the Kage fighter supposedly dwelling behind the First Daughter's facade, and the pair were never alone long enough to speak. She would occasionally catch Aisha's eyes, stare with unspoken questions, but there was nothing in the woman's face that might betray her. If she was playing a part, Aisha would have put the greatest actors in the Shgunate to shame.
Michi kept her head down, worked hard, fortunate enough to avoid Shgun Yoritomo's advances in the shadow of prettier, more cultured ladies in Aisha's company. Yoritomo-no-miya seemed to take pleasure in deflowering the First Daughter's retinue, and for her part, Aisha seemed perfectly content to wh.o.r.e her ladies out to her brother whenever the mood struck him. She was a harsh mistress, temper flaring over the slightest foible-especially in front of her brother, who relished her cruelty. And Michi found the hatred inside her turning to poison.
Why had the Kage sent her here? There was no more rebellion in this woman's breast than there was humanity in her brother's. This was no battlefield. This was no war.
And one night as Michi ran a brush through her mistress's hair, the other girl a.s.signed to her bedchamber-a sweet and clever Ryu girl called Kiki-knocked over a bottle of perfume, gla.s.s smas.h.i.+ng on the floorboards. Aisha had risen from her cus.h.i.+on, lightning in her eyes. She raised her hand, and Michi moved before she had a chance to think. Reaching out with that terrible speed that had served her so well in swordplay, catching the older woman's wrist as it descended, knuckles white upon her arm.
"Don't," she'd said.
And Aisha had smiled then; the first time Michi had actually seen her smile in all the months she'd served. Beautiful and bright, like the first rays of dawn after winter's longest night.
"There it is," she said.
Aisha had dismissed Kiki with a wave, the terrified girl scuttling from the room with an apologetic glance to Michi, sliding the door closed behind her.
"I had wondered how long it might take," Aisha had said.
"Take?"
A nod. "For you to risk all."
Michi had blinked, remained mute.
"That girl is nothing to you." Aisha motioned to the doorway Kiki had left by. "Yet you dared lay hands upon the First Daughter of the Kazumitsu Dynasty in her defense. Jeopardizing your mission. Showing defiance that could spell your death."
"Let it come," Michi had said.
Aisha stepped closer, placed both hands on Michi's shoulders.
"I know who you are, daughter of Daiyakawa. And I admire your conviction. Truly, I do. But this is no place for an inferno. Daichi-sama sent you to be my hand, my eyes, and you can be neither if you are blinded by the fire inside you.
"Let it burn slow. Be as I am. Keep it all inside, hidden until the day it will truly matter, when standing up and risking all will be worth the blood you wager. The day we can win."
"You would have me sit by and let innocents suffer?"
"I would," Aisha said. "And I know how much I ask in that. One day I may ask even more. I may ask everything of you. But not for the sake of one person. For the sake of this nation. For the lives of every man and woman and child upon these islands.
"These are the stakes we play with now, Michi-chan. There is no prize for second in this game. This is no sortie for a hill amongst boys in iron suits. This is a war for the very future of s.h.i.+ma. And you must understand that if you are to serve the Kage here. You must witness atrocity and remain mute. Watch others suffer, even die, and lift not a finger to help. You must be as patient as stone until the time comes to strike, and harder than stone when you finally draw your blade."
Michi stared, as if seeing her for the first time. The conviction in Aisha's eyes, the breathless pa.s.sion in her voice. And she did not see the spoiled princess she'd learned to hate. She saw fire, every bit as bright as the one in her own chest; a fire that gave birth to Shadows.
Aisha took up her hands, held them tight, stared hard.
"Do you understand me, Michi-chan?"
Michi looked down to the hands that held her own. Back up into Aisha's eyes.
"I do."
"Can you let it burn slow?"
"I can."
"And when I ask it of you, will you give all?"
She licked her lips.
Nodded.
"I will."
38.
TERMINUS.
The metal dragonfly flew with less grace than the real thing. It spun its wings rather than flapped them; three propellers pinned around the craft like points on a triangle, angled at 45 degrees. Its skin was dark metal, crusted with oxidization, gleaming with rain. The craft seemed lopsided somehow, held together by excess solder and sheer b.l.o.o.d.y-mindedness rather than engineering prowess. Two gla.s.s domes s.h.i.+elding the c.o.c.kpit gave the impression of eyes. Its engines spat a clanking growl, like a wolf with a mouthful of iron bolts.
The propellers whumphwhumphwhumphed as the vessel descended, more like a fat, wobbling b.u.mblebee than a dragonfly. The pilots hammered at their consoles, struggling to hold the craft steady in the gale. Rain sluiced off the winds.h.i.+elds as it touched down, shearing sideways across the gla.s.s as the wind tore at its hide.
Yukiko was slumped against an outcropping, barely conscious, her face black and blue. She'd watched Ilyitch cut the young aras.h.i.+tora from throat to belly, begin peeling the skin back from his flesh, so much blood she could taste metal as she breathed. She'd pushed feebly into Buruu's mind the entire time, but Ilyitch's lightning-thrower had knocked him into a slumber deeper than blacksleep could ever manage. Smooth, reptilian shapes pulsed in the water around them, but unless they could grow legs, the dragons wouldn't be of any help. She could sense the female thunder tiger circling overhead, like a carrion bird above a battlefield.
Head splitting, blood pouring from her nose, she reached out to the aras.h.i.+tora above.
They're going to skin him.
A mental blink.
-YKAI-KIN.- Yukiko closed her eyes, maintained the link despite the volume and pain.
The gaijin killed Skraai. They're going to do the same to Buruu.
-AND?- Doesn't that mean anything to you? These monkey-children are going to cut the skins from your kin's backs and wear them as G.o.dsd.a.m.ned trophies!
-WEAKLINGS TO BE CAPTURED AT ALL. SPENT THEIR STRENGTH FIGHTING EACH OTHER. AND FOR WHAT? I, WHO WANT NEITHER.- They were captured because of me! Because I trusted- -FAILING YOURS. NOT MINE.- You can't just let Buruu die!
-ONE LESS BUTCHER. ONE LESS FOOL.- With a bitter curse, Yukiko broke contact, pushed the female away with all her strength. She flexed her fists, trying to slip her hands free of her bonds. Her eye was swollen shut, b.l.o.o.d.y drool slicked on her chin. But the Kenning still roared inside her amidst the agony of her beating, so far beyond hurt it ceased to have meaning at all.
She could kill Ilyitch. She knew that now. She could feel it surging in her, stronger than it had been when she and her father lay Yoritomo low. But what about the rest of them? Could she kill them all?
If they touched Buruu, she'd sure as h.e.l.ls try ...
The metal dragonfly's belly split open, a hatchway disgorging half a dozen gaijin in red jackets, dark furs and bronze insignia. Danyk walked in the lead, still wearing her katana at his belt. A furious-looking Piotr stepped out behind him, a bloodstained bandage around his head. He scowled as soon as he spotted Yukiko, limping across the island toward her.
Danyk and the other gaijin gathered around Ilyitch, amazement on their faces. The boy flourished his knife, covered head to foot in blood, motioned to the butchered aras.h.i.+tora at his feet. Several younger gaijin clapped him on the back, all grins and laughter, as if he'd done something extraordinary rather than commit an atrocity. Even Danyk managed a grudging smile, extending a hand which Ilyitch shook with great enthusiasm.
They treat him like a hero ...
Piotr knelt beside her, looked her over. Yukiko's head was splitting; she could see three of the dark-haired gaijin swimming in the air before her. The ache grew blinding, the song of sledgehammers ringing in her skull.
"Not move." His voice came from underwater. "Head. Head."
Something thick and soft was being wrapped around her brow. She tried to reach up with bound hands, wrists rubbed raw, blisters on her palms torn and bleeding. She forced her eyes open, stared at the gaijin as the storm howled all around them.
"Stupid girl." He shook his head. "Stupid."
"Go to the h.e.l.ls," Yukiko spat.
He reached toward her face and she flinched away, lashed out with her feet.
"You touch me I'll turn your brain to soup, round-eye."
"Eh?" A raised eyebrow. "Help. I help."
"Help? You wanted to rape me, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Get the h.e.l.ls away from me!"
Piotr stared at her, aghast. "Rape? Trying to help you, girl."
He glanced over his shoulder to the gaijin near Ilyitch's prize, lowered his voice to a furious whisper.
"Stupid! I warn! I say! Tell for you to come with me. Using for the body!" The gaijin pointed to the aras.h.i.+tora laid out upon the stone, ran his hands down his shoulders, over his chest. "Using you. Gryfon body! Gryfon!"
"Aras.h.i.+tora..."
"Da! Aras.h.i.+tora body."
"You..." Yukiko's voice caught in her throat. "You were trying to warn me..."
"Now too late." He shook his head. "Too late. Wear for the body. Great strength. Much prize for Ilyitch. Much prize."
"Why would you warn me?" She narrowed her eyes. "Why help me?"
"Promise friend."
"What friend?"
"Piotr!"
Danyk's voice startled the scarred gaijin. He looked over his shoulder, made a questioning sound. The round-eye leader barked an order, beckoned with one broad hand.
Piotr helped Yukiko to her feet, the world slipping away underneath her, Ilyitch's kicking still ringing like a thousand iron bells in her skull. He guided her over to the others, standing in a pool of watery blood around Buruu, speaking in a babble of gruff voices. The smell from Skraai's corpse was nauseating; a rancid mix of blood and guts and excrement, bile and copper on her tongue. She looked at these men with hatred swelling in her chest, a bitter loathing threatening to steal the very breath from her lungs. Eight of them.
How many of them can I kill before they take me?
She looked down at her friend's body on the stone, groped for him in the darkness.
Buruu, please wake up. Please.
The gaijin seemed to be debating about Buruu's wings. Two of the younger ones were prodding the crumpled machinery running down his spine, the torn harness affixing the contraption to his pinions. Danyk spoke to Piotr in his rumbling baritone, waving at the aras.h.i.+tora. Lightning arced across black skies, the downpour growing heavy again; so thick it was almost blinding. The sound of the rain upon the ocean was a constant, rolling hiss.
"Danyk ask what wrong with this one." Piotr's voice was harsh, but there was pity in that single blue eye. "Is cripple?" He pointed to his leg, the metal brace around it. "Cripple?"
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