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GARO Fanfic – Exiled’s return, 10

Kouga knows he is not at his best moment, although he tries hard to hide it. He should be training, but instead he sits on the grass in the front of his house, his nacked sword left at his side. His mind, far away, is focusing on a beautiful face that smiled and cursed at him indifferently. Zaruba no longer warns him, finally convinced that the young man needs a mourning time to heal his heart.

Often thoughts of death invade him. Kill or be killed, does it mind? Both of them would provide some relief. But he can not do anything. The last few nights, he has seen himself twice doing reckless maneuvers in his struggle against horrors. which Zaruba criticized harshly.

Also he planned to go against Rei, for revenge at least. He has even thought forcing Kaoru back, but he knows this would only attract his perdition. Idle thoughts, he repeated bitterly to himself, but he can not help it. He is unbalanced, the center of his life has changed abruptly. Should he ask for the transfer and live far away?

He should not have been open to love. Never.

It takes a while to him to realize that someone is watching from nearby.

“What are you doing here?" He puts apart his sight from Kaoru. No enthusiasm, no surprise in his voice.

“How are you?”.

There is no kindness in her question. Better so, Kouga thinks.

“Do you care?”.

“Sure, you and I have been through a lot of things together”.

Her words still are not agree with the casual tone of her voice.

“It's true” he answers.

“Then, you don’t mind, right?”

She has come to stand beside him, but Kouga does not even look at her.

“Go away”.

“You’re as attentive as ever”.

Far from following his command, Kaoru sits beside him and goes on talking.

“You’re the best to put excitement into a woman’s heart, have no one said it to you?" Receiving no answer, she goes on. “I’d have done it long ago. You got into my life beyond words and, on top of that, you thought you’re doing well. I had a lot of patience. But, as now I'm free, I won’t keep remembering. I never wanted to hurt you, so I didn’t say anything. Even now I don’t want to, but my mind peace requires to put the record straight”.

Kouga’s frozen heart trembles by that ruthless tone and by those words, knowing that the torture has just begun. But he remains still, as he can not help it.

“Kouga, why didn’t leave me when I was stained by horror’s blood? Or, why didn’t you kill me? Did you know how much we’d have saved?”

“I told you I never regret. But apparently you do”.

Her short laugh cracks his inner ice. He rubs his face with one hand. She speaks again.

“Not exactly, but I was trying to convince myself that, at least, you deserved the compassion of one person, after all you had good intentions. Until your arms turned into a prison. Every kiss by you, in a emotional blackmail. And your wish to protect me became excuses to keep me helpless as a child. Did you know that your love could be so much destructive?”

At last, he looks at her. Is she insane? Why does she say these things? Really he could unintentionally harm her? He does not know if he succeeds in concealing his collapse from her. No effort to Kaoru by him has served the faintest, if what she says is true. Her words have tranformed the most sacred of his love into a masquerade. He drops his head slightly forward, gripped by a burnout he did not think to exist. His shoulders follow and eventually lays on the grass, staring at the sky without seeing it.

“You’ve told me what you wanted". Barely a whisper exits his throat “Now, leave”.

He is not surprised she does not move. On the contrary, she halp lays beside him, and feels her hand stroking his hair. He does not have strength enough to reject it.

“In fact”, Kaoru adds, with a sticky sweetness “I’ve come to say goodbye. Think about it as a toast to the good moments we’re leaving behind”. She leans over and kisses his forehead. “Because of my innocence, I wanted to believe that I loved you”. Kiss at his nose. “Because you defended my dreams as fiercely as defende me”. On the corner of his mouth. “Because I want to thank you, even your clumsy way you loved me”. On his lips.

He does neither resist nor react. Only when his mouth opens and she invades it, an answer is provoked, though devoid of any affection -the wound is too deep- but wholly passionate, the only one allowed by his broken heart. His limbs suround her, and lets himself to be drived by his pain.

He just realizes that he pulls off some clothes of hers, or bitting her neck. He does not suspect anything when he can not lie her on the grass to put up. Nor when her lips get again attached to his, and seem to feel an unusual touch. And does not hear when Záruba cries to defend himself. His soul goes up his chest. Up and up. More voices screaming. Kaoru's lips continue draining his soul, which flies to hers, that's where it belongs. He feels the abandonment. Something is missing, something important.

The weight is removed from over him. The unmistakable sound of a sword slashing horror meat. An inhuman scream. What’s up? Kouga coughs violently for breath.

That on his mouth are not Kaoru's lips. It was like an airhole and was choking him, how he did not not realize? That thing get off easily, and he see Rei fighting Kaoru ... or not. Only a half of that is Kaoru. The other half ... a gray being with a confusing bulging round eye, a large and leathery wing, and something very long from its head, which wants to catch  him, and with black blood dripping from its end.

“What happens to Kaoru?” He shouts to his busy colleague.

“It's a horror”.

“So you're already tired of her”.

“Are you blind?”

Black blood, like a horror. ‘Kaoru’ loses her human form quickly, releasing some screams hindering its fight with the unarmored Silver Knight. So, what happened to Kaoru? Stunned, Kouga talks to Zaruba in a not good mood.

“Why haven’t you warned me?”

“I did. But you were too ‘busy’”.

Kouga snorts with impatience. He gets ready to help Rei, who is beginning to grief because, having lost all human form, the horror is fighting a lot better. Realizing it was going to have to deal with two Makai Knights, the being from another world chooses a tactical retreat, and flies. Rei throws a sword to it, without a success.

“Damn!", the younger knight moans.

-“Zaruba, where is it?” The owner of the garden asks.

“Come on!" the tinny metal head replies, happy that, at last, he can feel the horror.

The speaking ring leads both knights for a swift succession of streets, until they see their prey disappear through a portal into the world of darkness.

-“Zaruba” Kouga protest, “when this gateway appeared?”

“The last night. But don’t throw the anger at me. I didn’t want to take more trips than necessary. When you leave aside such suicide temptations, we’re going to do things right again”.

“Suicide temptations?” Rei looks ready to burst out laughing, but he thinks better as seeing the dangerous face of his colleague. But Rei is just Rei. “You really were willing to let you kill while you made it with that thing?”

"While I was what?”

Rei laughs, but Kouga still is looking very serious.

“All this amuses you very much, I see”.

“Come on, guy, you're missing some worldly culture, that's all”.

“Is this the sort of relationship you have with me: to watch me until you sees the first opportunity to stab me in the back?”

“What”

But Rei is not slow to realize what his colleage is talking about.

“I ... I really thought she had left you ...”

Blow and groan. Kouga's fist was thrown against his stomach with all the force of his rage. Rei not dodged. Neither he wanted to avoid it.

GARO Fanfic – Regreso de los exiliados, 10

Koga sabe que no está en su mejor momento, por mucho que intente disimularlo. Debería estar entrenándose, pero en vez de éso permanece sentado en el césped del jardín, su espada desnuda abandonada a lu lado. Su mente, lejos de allí, centrado en un bello rostro que indistintamente le sonreía y le maldecía. Zaruba ha dejado de advertirle, convencido al fin que el joven neceita un período de duelo para sanar su corazón.

Pensamientos de muerte lo invaden a menudo. Matar o ser muerto, ¿qué más da?, ambos aportarían algún alivio. Pero no puede hacer nada. Dos veces se ha sorprendrido a sí mismo las últimas noches haciendo maniobras temerarias en sus luchas contra los horrores: Zaruba se lo había reprochado con crudeza.

También ha pensado en emprenderla contra Rei, y así al menos tomaría venganza. Incluso ha considerado obligar a Kaoru a volver, pero sabe que ésto sólo serviría para atraerse la perdición. Ociosos pensamientos, se repite con amargura, pero no puede evitarlo. Está desequilibrado, a fin de cuentas el eje de su vida ha cambiado con brusquedad. ¿Debería pedir el traslado e irse a vivir lejos?

Nunca debería haberse abierto al amor.

Le lleva un buen rato darse cuenta que alguien lo está observando desde poca distancia.

– ¿Qué haces aquí? –Aparta su vista de Kaoru. Ningún entusiasmo, ninguna sorpresa en su voz.

– ¿Cómo estás?

No hay amabilidad alguna en su pregunta. Mejor así, piensa Koga.

– ¿Acaso te importa?

– Claro que sí, tú y yo hemos pasado muchas cosas juntos.

Sus palabras siguen sin ajustarse para nada al tono indiferente de su voz.

– Es cierto.

– Entonces no te molesto, ¿verdad?

Ella se ha acercado hasta permanecer de pie junto a él, pero Koga ni la mira.

– Vete.

– Tan galante como siempre.

Lejos de seguir su mandato, Kaoru se sienta a su lado y sigue hablando.

– Eres único para hacer palpitar de emoción el corazón de una mujer, ¿nunca te lo han dicho? –Al no recibir contestación, ella continua–. Yo debí hacerlo, hace mucho. Te metiste en mi vida hasta lo indecible, y encima creías que me hacías bien. Tuve mucha paciencia. Pero ahora que ya soy libre, no quiero seguir recordándolo. Nunca quise dañarte, y por éso he callado. Incluso ahora no quiero hacerlo, pero mi paz mental exige dejar las cosas claras.

El corazón helado de Koga tiembla ante el tono despiadado y ante las palabras, que le aseguran que su tortura no ha hecho más que empezar. Pero permanece inmóvil, convencido de que no puede evitarlo.

– Koga, ¿por qué no me abandonaste a mi suerte cuando fui manchada por la sangre de horror? ¿O por qué no me mataste? ¿Sabes todo lo que nos habríamos ahorrado?

– Te dije que nunca me arrepentiría. Pero al parecer, tú sí.

La breve carcajada que oye resquebraja su hielo interior. Se frota la cara con una mano. Ella habla de nuevo.

– No exactamente, pero trataba de convencerme a mí misma de que merecías la compasión de almenos una persona, a fin de cuentas tenías buenas intenciones. Hasta que tus brazos convirtieron en una cárcel, cada beso tuyo en un chantage emocional, y tus ansias protectoras en excusas para mantenerme indefensa como una niña. ¿No sabías que tu amor podía ser así de destructivo?

Él la mira por fin, ¿se habrá vuelto loca? ¿Por qué dice estas cosas? ¿De veras él la podido dañarla sin pretenderlo? No sabe si tiene éxito en ocultarle su desmoronamiento. Ningún esfuerzo suyo hacia Kaoru ha servido para nada, si lo que dice ella es cierto. Sus palabran han convertido lo más sagrado de su amor en una farsa. Deja caer su cabeza levemente hacia delante, presa de un agotamiento que no creyó que pudiera existir, sus hombros le siguen, y finalmente se tiende en el césped, mirando al cielo sin verlo.

– Ya me has dicho lo que querías decirme. –Apenas un hilo de voz sale de su garganta.— Ahora, vete.

No le sorprende que ella no se mueva de allí. Al contrario, se medio tiende a su lado y siente su mano acariciando su cabello. No tiene fuerzas para rechazarla.

– En realidad –añade Kaoru, ahora con una pegajosa dulzura– he venido a despedirme. Piensa en ello como un brindis por los buenos momentos que dejamos atrás. –Se inclina sobre él y la besa la frente–. Porque, en mi inocencia, quise creer que te amaba. –Beso junto a la nariz–. Porque defendiste a mis sueños tan fieramente como a mí. –En la comisura de la boca–. Porque quiero agradecerte que, incluso a tu torpe manera, me amaras. –En los labios.

Él no resiste ni reacciona. Sólo cuando se deja abrir la boca y ella la invade, provoca en él una respuesta, aunque carente de afecto –la herida es demasiado profunda– pero enteramente apasionada, la única que le permite su corazón desgarrado. Sus miembros la rodean y se deja llevar donde su dolor quiera conducirle.

Apenas se da cuenta que le arranca parte de la ropa, ni de que le muerde en el cuello. No sospecha nada cuando no puede tumbarla sobre el césped para colocarse encima, ni tampoco cuando los labios de ella, al volver a acoplarse a los de él, parecen tener un tacto raro, y no oye a Zaruba cuando le grita que se defienda. Su alma asciende por su pecho. Arriba, arriba. Más voces que le gritan. Los labios de Kaoru continuan drenando su alma, qué vuela hacia ella, ahí es donde debe estar. Él siente el abandono, algo le falta, algo importante.

El peso desaparece de encima suyo. El sonido inconfundible de una espada cortando carne de horror. Un grito inhumano. ¿Qué pasa? Koga tose con violencia para recuperar el aliento.

Éso en su boca no son los labios de Kaoru. Hacían ventosa y le estaban asfixiando, ¿cómo no se dio cuenta? La cosa se desprende con facilidad y ve a Rei luchando contra Kaoru... o no. Es Kaoru sólo la mitad derecha de su cuerpo. La otra mitad... una criatura grisácea con un desconcertante ojo redondo y saltón, un ala amplia y correosa, y algo muy largo que le sale de la cabeza, que parece querer alcanzarle y que gotea negra sangre por un extremo.

– ¿Qué le pasa a Kaoru? –grita a su ocupado colega.

– Es un horror.

– Así que ya te has cansado de ella.


– ¿Estás ciego, o qué?

Sangre negra, como un horror. “Kaoru” pierde su apariencia humana a gran velocidad, soltando grandes alaridos que entorpecen su lucha con el Caballero de Plata. Entonces, ¿qué ha sido de Kaoru? Desoncertado, Koga se dirige a Zaruba con no muy buenos modos.

– ¿Por qué no me has advertido?

– ¡Lo he hecho! Pero  estabas demasiado “ocupado”.

Koga resopla de impaciencia. Se dispone a ayudar a Rei, que está empezando a pasarlo mal porque,  al haber perdido por completo la forma humana, el horror está luchando mejor. Al darse cuenta que iba a tener que vérselas con dos Caballeros Makai, el ser de otro mundo opta por una retirada estratégica y se va volando. La espada que le lanza Rei no logra alcanzarlo.

– ¡Maldición! –se lamenta caballero más joven.

– Zaruba, ¿dónde está? –pregunta el dueño del jardín.

– ¡Vamos! –responde la diminuta cabeza metálica, feliz de que, por fin, puede captar al horror.

El anillo parlante guía a los dos veloces caballeros por una sucesión de calles, hasta que ven desaparecer a su presa a través de un portal al mundo de las tinieblas.

– Zaruba –protesta Koga– ¿cuándo ha aparecido ese portal?

– Esta última noche. Pero no me eches la bronca a mí. No he querido llevarte a más excursiones de las estrictamente necesarias. Cuando te pasen las tentaciones suicidas volveremos a hacer las cosas bien.

– ¿Tentaciones suicidas? –Rei parece a punto de soltar una carcajada, pero lo piensa mejor en cuanto ve el rostro atormentado de su colega. No obstante, Rei es Rei.– ¿De veras estabas dispuesto a dejarte matar mientras te dabas el lote?

– ¿Mientras me daba el qué?

Rei se rie, pero Koga lo está mirando con suma seriedad.

– Todo ésto te divierte mucho, por lo que veo.

– ¡Vamos, hombre, te falta cultura mundana, éso es todo!

– ¿Ésa es la relación que quieres tener conmigo, observarme hasta que se te presenta la primera oportunidad para apuñalarme por la espalda?

– ¿Cómo?

Pero Rei no tarda en darse cuenta de qué está hablando su amigo.

– Yo... de veras pensé que ella te había dejado...

Golpe y gemido. El puño de Koga se había lanzado contra su estómago con toda la fuerza de su rabia. Rei no lo esquivó. Ni quiso esquivarlo.

GARO Fanfic – Exiled’s return, 9

After only two days, Rei forgot his fears about Kaoru’s apparent cruelty. Rather, he works hard forgetting it. So, he wants to give her a beautiful necklace that belonged to Shizuka. As she has gone to work, he looks for it to give her a surprise when coming back.

But that necklace, which he remembers very well, is not among Shizuka’s jewels. Is it lost? A memory comes to him as once she lost an earring, or a bracelet, without an apparent cause, and some time later it appeared also mysteriously enough, when its owner had lost any hope of finding it. He used to tell her, as a joke, that if she did not watch better, some day the gnomes were going to take her away.

Walking guided by his instinct, he smiles as she realizes where he has arrived. The underground of the house. Shizuka and he had explored it hundreds of times, and it had been their favorite place to play hide-and-seek. It is a room, a cellar, two storage rooms, and a hidden passageway cut into the rock, which leads to a few hundred meters away, and whose end was sealed shortly after he was adopted by the Silver Knight, to avoid childish pranks. Time ago, it must have been a very handy outlet. Rei walks, nostalgic, and a bit sad because Kaoru does not seem the type of girls who explores with you.

Suddenly, he cocks an ear. What’s that?

Just when he thinks that he begins to imagine weird things, he hears something again. A whimper? Nonsenses, who can be here! But he furthers into the dark passage, and then he have no doubts anymore: someone is crying softly.

“Who’s here?” His voice is high, clear, imperative.

The sobs end.

“Who’re you?” insists the owner of the place.

“Help! Help me, please” said an exhausted female voice.

GARO Fanfic – Regreso de los exiliados, 9

Apenas dos días después Rei ha olvidado sus temores sobre la aparente crueldad de Kaoru. Más bien se esfuerza en olvidarlos, y por ello quiere obsequiarla con un bonito collar que perteneció a Shizuka. Aprovecha que ella se ha ido a trabajar para buscarlo y darle la sorpresa cuando llegue.

Pero el collar, qué él recuerda vívidamente, no está entre las joyas de Shizuka. ¿Lo perdió? A su memoria viene que de vez en cuando ella perdía un pendiente, o una pulsera, sin causa aparente, y aparecía igual de misteriosamente tiempo después, cuando su propietaria ya había perdido la esperanza de encontrarlo. Él solía comentarle, a modo de broma, que si no vigilaba un día los duendes se la llevarían a ella.

Anda sin rumbo, dejándose guiar por su instinto, hasta que sonríe al ver dónde ha llegado. Los subterráneos. Shizuka y él los habían explorado cientos de veces, y había sido su lugar predilecto para jugar al escondite. Consta de una sala, la bodega, dos trasteros y un pasadizo escondido excavado en la roca que conduce a unos doscientos metros de allí, cuya salida se selló poco después que él fuera adoptado por el Caballero de Plata, para evitar travesuras infantiles. En su tiempo debió ser una vía de escape muy práctica. Se pasea, nostálgico, algo triste porque Kaoru no parece ser del tipo de chicas que explora contigo.

De pronto, aguza el oído. ¿Y éso?

Justo cuando cree que empieza a imaginarse cosas, otra vez oye algo. ¿Un gemido? Tonterías, ¡quién puede estar aquí! Pero se adentra más en el oscuro pasadizo, y entonces ya no tiene ninguna duda: alguien está llorando.

– ¿Quién hay aquí? –Su voz, alta, clara e imperativa.

Los gemidos callan.

– ¿Quién eres? –insiste el dueño del lugar.

– ¡Socorro! Ayudadme, por favor –dice una agotada voz femenina.

GARO Fanfic – Exiled’s return, 8

Poisoned Edge knows that its great moment is near. Once again it congratulates itself to find Kaoru: the young human woman also keeps in her mind the key to destroy Garo, and this is what it is doing. To get him angry was not its plan, never, because it would have little chance to defeat him. Indeed, facts proved that he could become another abomination.

Because of Kiva  and Barago, the Bariri horrors were forced into the exile. Abominations are not only predators, but do not tolerate any competition. And because of Kiva, Meshia had been asleep and left unable to care for them. No more abominations!

It raises its Kaoru’s eyes toward Rei, the Makai Knight who expects to conquer her. He’s so dreamy. It will deal with him afterwards. But it should be careful: he has looked at it several times with suspicion.

“Kaoru” he interrupts its thoughts “what’s happening?”

“Now, nothing at all”. She gave him the best smile within Kaoru’s repertoire.

But he does not smile, and Poisoned Edge begins to suspect she has done something she should not, in spite she does not recall to lower her guard.

“ I needed to get off from that house!”  she tries to explain. “I lacked air, and safety!”

“Even in cases of severe mistreatment, the most of couples take pretty time to stop loving each other, but you have done it quickly”.

The horror, which has not found anything as that within Kaoru's mind, feels that the knight is about to uncover her, she need to improvise. She approaches him, slowly, and trying to sadden her eyes. She caresses both his arms.

“I don’t know. It’s happened. How important is it?” Her hands reach the young man’s neck.

“Really" her host went on, somewhat tired and resigned,  “ar’you taking advantage of my feelings, too?”

Kaoru/Poisoned Edge did not let transpire any surprised in front of the knight’s vulnerability.

“Rei ...”

“Hav’you ever loved Kouga?”

“If that's what you think about me, why did you help me?”

Her host does not respond. He, himself, does not know why he does it. Humans are surprisingly manipulable. So many possibilities for some Bariri with initiative!”

“Well," she finishes and turns her back to him. ”I'll go, I won’t force you to do anything”.

She turns her head slightly back towards the young man, her eyes almost tearful.

“Bye”.

Before she did the second step to the door, she feels caught her arm. Poisoned Edge can not suppress a smile of triumph. Not only she does not turn back, but her head falls forward smoothly.

“Don’t leave”.

GARO Fanfic – Regreso de los exiliados, 8

Filo Envenenado sabe que su gran momento se acerca. Una vez más, se felicita por haber dado con Kaoru: la joven humana también guarda en su mente la llave para destruir a Garo, y éso es lo que está haciendo. En ningún momento enfadarlo entró en sus planes, pues habría pocas posibilidades de vencerlo y, además, los hechos habían demostrado que era capaz de convertirse en otra abominación.

Por culpa de Kiva y Barago, los horrores Bariri habían tenido que exiliarse, pues las abominaciones no sólo son depredadores, sinó que no toleran competencia de ningún tipo. Y también por culpa de Kiva Meshia había sido dormida y dejada incapaz de velar por los Bariri.¡No más abominaciones!

Levanta sus ojos hacia Rei, el caballero Makai que cree que va a conquistarla. Iluso. Luego se ocupará de él. Pero mientras debe ir con cuidado: le ha mirado varias veces con sospecha.

– Kaoru –interrumpe él sus pensamientos, preocupado– ¿qué te pasa?

– Ahora ya nada. –Obsequia a su anfitrión la mejor sonrisa que encuentra en el repertorio de Kaoru.

Pero él no sonrie, y Filo Envenenado empieza a sospechar que ha hecho algo que no debería, aunque no recuerda haber bajado la guardia.

– ¡Quería salir de esa casa! –trata de explicarse–. ¡Me faltaba aire, y seguridad!

– Incluso en los casos de severos malos tratos las parejas tardan en dejar de amarse, pero a ti te ha pasado muy deprisa.

El horror, que no ha encontrada nada semejante en la mente de Kaoru, siente que el caballero está a punto de descubrirle. Necesita improvisar. Se acerca a él, despacio, tratando de entristecer sus ojos. Le acaricia ambos brazos.

– No lo sé. Sólo ha pasado, ¿tan importante es? –Sus manos llegan al cuello del joven.

– ¿De veras –continua su anfitrión algo fatigado y resignado– vas a aprovecharte también de mis sentimientos?

Filo Envenenado no deja que trasluzca su sorpresa ante la vulnerabilidad del caballero.

– Rei...

– ¿Alguna vez amaste a Koga?

– Si éso es lo que piensas de mi, ¿por qué me ayudas?

Su anfitrión no responde. Ni él mismo sabe por qué lo hace. Los humanos son sorprendentemente manipulables, ¡cuántas posibilidades para un Bariri con iniciativa!

– Muy bien –concluye, y se vuelve de espaldas–. Me iré, no quiero obligarte a nada.

Vuelve un poco la cabeza hacia el caballero, sus ojos casi llorosos.

– Adios.

Antes de dar el segundo paso hacia la puerta, nota su brazo cogido. Filo Envenenado no puede reprimir una sonrisa de triunfo. No sólo no se da la vuelta, sinó que su cabeza cae hacia delante con suavidad.

– No te vayas.

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GARO Fanfic – Exiled’s return, 7

“I’m collecting my things. I’m leaving”.

A stunned Kouga looks at her, who crosses the threshold quietly after dropping this bomb, and at Rei Suzumura, who follows her.

“What?”

“I'll explain ...” Rei says, falsely helpful.

“You stay out!” he interrupts.

Kaoru goes upstairs, out of the sight, but Rei remains in front of the homeowner, thus preventing he to follows the girl in demand of explanations.

“Rei!” she shouts from above.

“You see, I can get involved”, the visitor turns to smile, but a strong hand grabs his arm when he heads to the stairs.

“What hav’you done to her?” Kouga's tone is dangerous.

“It’s me who you’re talking about? Better you’d ask to yourself!”

The unwitting host grabs the lapels of his black trench coat, ready to fight for what is his, and pushes him until hitting twice the wall that stops them, and achieving a slight moan by his opponent.

“Stop your guessing! Why Kaoru suddenly decided to leave this house?”

“Apparently, you're not man enough for her”.

The owner's fist flies into the face of the visitor, which dodges, and responds by raising his knee, to hit air.

“Rei, why don’t come upstairs? You don’t expect me to carry everything by myself!

“Coming!” he answers, and gets away from Kouga.

Both men see her at the top of the stairs, oblivious in front of the witnessed scene, and that surprises them. But, being excited one of them, and dazed the other one, both ignore this signal.

Kouga climbs the stairs after Rei, and watches them collecting clothes, tieing boxes, cleaning brushes, while he feels a dagger poking into his heart. And, as he understands that nothing can be done, his spirit is fading.

“Why?" is all he can tell when she walks past him to leave the house. She stops to look at him.

“D’you ask me? Your memory is very bad, you’d go to the neurologist”.

“Kaoru ...” Kouga holds her arm, still refusing to believe what happens before his eyes.

In turn, Rei grabs him.

“Don’t touch! How dare you!”

Kouga goes against him, all his prostration disappeared suddenly. One of his hands flies to the visitor's neck, while the other tries to get free from Rei’s hand.

“Damn you! What hav’you done to her? What Makai tricks or not Makai tricks have you resorted to brainwash her?"

Rei does not feel easy to respond by the pressure of his opponent on his neck. Locked like this, no one notices Kaoru slightly smirking.

“Enough!" She squeals a bit later. She forces her to release themselves with an amazing strength, and faces Kouga. “Don’t you still have a memory? I’ll refresh it. I'm sick of being treated like a little girl. I'm sick of you shaking me, hitting me, pushing me ...

“What...?” Kouga can not even hear his own voice. His eyes have been opened excessively.

“... Keep your house and decorate it like a cemetery, if you like, so I can’t to see you again. I can’t bear you anymore!”

Kaoru turns around and drags Rei. Kouga watches them leaving, his heart become ice. He does not understand why she has lied, nor why she has left. Now it is hard for him to believe that Rei was able to do anything about. The girl did not seem at all influenced by anyone, by contrast, he has seen her more secure than ever before. Now, she is someone who does not need to be protected: in other circumstances, he would been happy. But something has changed too much, she no longer has affection for him. Even, he begins to feel her far. He has lost his beloved one, and this is the only real thing.

“Kouga,” the little metal head on his finger says, “don’t let this to get you”.

Zaruba pauses, but seeing that the boy does not even seem to have heard it, he adds:

“Why Kaoru has spoken like this? Something serious is happening to her, I know!”

Kouga drops his head forward. Probably she remained with him only because she was grateful. And this was the only way she saw to get rid of him. His feelings have blinded himself to the truth.

GARO Fanfic – Regreso de los exiliados, 7

– Vengo a recoger mis cosas. Me voy.

Koga la mira estupefacto, a ella, que cruza el umbral de la puerta tranquilamente tras soltar esta bomba, y a Rei Suzumura, que la sigue.

– ¿Cómo?

– Yo te lo explico... –interviene Rei, falsamente servicial.

– ¡Tú no te metas! –le interrumpe.

Kaoru sube la escalera y se pierde de vista, pero Rei permanece frente al dueño de la casa, impidiendo así que éste suba a pedirle explicaciones a la chica.

– ¡Rei! –grita ella desde arriba.

– Ya ves: sí que puedo meterme, –vuelve a sonreir el visitante, pero una poderosa mano le agarra un brazo cuando se dirige hacia la escalera.

– ¿Qué le has hecho? –El tono de Koga es peligroso.

– ¿Quien, yo? ¡Éso deberías preguntártelo a ti mismo!

El involuntario anfitrión le agarra las solapas de su gabardina negra, dispuesto a luchar por lo que es suyo, y lo empuja hasta golpear con él dos veces la pared que los detiene, arrancando un leve gemido de su oponente.

– ¡Déjate de adivinanzas! ¿Por qué Kaoru ha decidido de repente dejar esta casa?

– Al parecer no eres lo suficientemente hombre para ella.

El puño del dueño de la casa vuela hacia la cara del visitante, qué lo esquiva, y responde levantando su rodilla para golpear al aire.

– Rei, ¿se puede saber por qué no vienes? ¡No pretenderás que yo cargue con todo!

– ¡Ya voy! – responde, zafándose de Koga.

Ambos hombres la ven asomada  al rellano de la escalera, indiferente a la escena que ha presenciado, cosa que les sorprende. Pero, ilusionado el uno y ofuscado el otro, no hacen caso de la señal.

Koga sube los pendaños tras Rei, y los observa recoger ropas, atar cuadros, limpiar pinceles, mientras siente su corazón como siendo hurgado por una daga. Y a medida que comprende que nada puede hacer, su ánimo se va apagando.

– ¿Por qué? –es lo único que puede decirle a ella cuando pasa por su lado al salir de la casa. Ella se para a mirarlo.

– ¿Y me lo preguntas? Tu memoria es muy mala, deberías ir al neurólogo.

– Kaoru... –Koga la retiene por un brazo, resistiéndose aún a creer lo que sucede ante sus ojos.

A su vez, Rei le agarra a él.

– ¡No la toques! ¡Cómo te atreves!

Koga se vuelve contra él, toda su prostración desaparecida de repente. Una de sus manos vuela al cuello del visitante, mientras la otra trata de liberarse de su zarpa.

– ¿Qué le has hecho, maldito? ¿A qué artimañas Makai o no Makai has recurrido para lavarle el cerebro?

Rei no lo tiene fácil para responder con la presión de su oponente en el cuello. Así enzarzados, ninguno de ellos advierte la leve sonrisa satisfecha de Kaoru.

– ¡Ya basta! –chilla algo más tarde. Los obliga a soltarse con una fuerza sorprendente y se enfrenta a Koga–. ¿Sigues sin tener memoria? Yo te la refresco. Estoy harta de que me trates como a una niña pequeña. Estoy harta de que me zarandees, me pegues, me empujes...

– ¿Qué...? –Koga ni siquiera puede oir su propia voz. Sus ojos se han abierto desmesuradamente.

– ...Quédate con tu casa y decórala como un cementerio, si quieres, con tal de no volver a verte. ¡Que te soporte tu madre!

Kaoru se da la vuelta y arrastra a Rei tras de si. Koga los ve marcharse con su corazón convertido en hielo. No entiende por qué ella ha mentido, ni comprende por qué le ha dejado. Ahora ya le es difícil creer que Rei le haya podido hacer algo. La muchacha no parecía en absoluto influenciada por nadie, al contrario, la ha visto más segura que nunca. Es alguien que no necesita que la protejan: en cualquier otra circunstancia, él se habría alegrado. Pero algo la ha cambiado de una forma extrema, ya no tiene afecto alguno por él, i él mismo la empieza a sentir lejana. Ha perdido a su amada, y ésto es lo único real.

– Koga –la cabecita metálica en su dedo interviene– no permitas que ésto te afecte.

Zaruba hace una pausa, pero viendo que el joven ni siquiera parece haberlo oído, añade:

– ¿Por qué ha hablado así Kaoru? Le está pasando algo serio, ¡lo sé!.

Koga deja caer su cabeza hacia delante. Probablemente, ella sólo estaba con él por agradecimiento, y ésta ha sido la única manera que ha visto para deshacerse de él. Sus propios sentimientos deben haberlo cegado a la verdad.

GARO Fanfic – Exiled’s return, 6

On waking, Kaoru hears noise. Stones, earth, vibration, snorts. She has a headache. She open her eyes to discover that she sees nothing.

“Who's there?”

An almost animal growl is replied from a distance. She is lying on round and her arms and legs are tied. Then, she remembers that strange woman, an exact copy of herself who met her... something is very wrong.

“Who are you?”

This time, her captor ignores her. But, as her eyes adjust to the darkness, she see someone in motion, as if digging in a rocky wall with bare hands, a strange gray one. When that being looks back, attracted by her movements, she uncovers its surprisingly circular eyes, a mouth without lips, no ears and a pair of very long and thick filaments in his head, apparently very flexible. What’s that? An alien?

“What are you?” Her voice trembles.

Only a lot of grunts answer her. Somehow, the girl knows they were trying to tell something. Just she begins to wonder what kind of language it may be, an shock shakes her whole body. Not again!

Her screams alarmed the horror, enough to plug the mouth hastily, after it teared up her shirt, and it was left in tatters. She can do nothing else, exceptint watching as the bug completes its work. Where is Kouga?

Kaoru is thrown into the fresh wall hole unceremoniously, which brings her several bruises over her body. Then, the horror destroys the bandage of her arm. It growls, annoyed. It rips more fabric off her shirt and cleans her wound thoroughly but uncaringly, from the remnants of disinfectants and reinvigorating medical substances there, and ignoring her tireless efforts by screaming in pain.

When she thinks that torture is over, one of the very long gray antennae bends forward to her. After removing cloth piece from her mouth, it forces its opening and introduces itself almost to her throat, and secretes something that she only can swallow up and almost drowns her. Then, the end of the other antenna downs to her wounded arm and places itself inside the big bruise. Kaoru feels as it touches everything there, but her heart is too horrified to allow another reaction than crying, and she even not notices that her wound bleeds again. After removing the antenna, the being from another world pours its own saliva, causing a severe nausea to the unfortunate young woman, but it cuts through the bleeding.

Upon completion, the horror unleashes her and clogs the place with stones, together with a mortar made with other drainage from its antennae. The living space available to Kaoru is very narrow, with a hemispherical shape with a hole in its center of the newly built wall, head-sized.

Kaoru looks out shyly, and watches the gradual transformation of the horror to become... herself!

Shortly, after the fake Kaoru turns and smiles, with that devilish grin that showed to the first time they met.

“At last I can talk like a human!”

While dressing with the cloths that had been prepared, it goes on talking.

“Actually, you humans are weak and paranoid, I’m surprised that your species was able to propagate so much. For you to know, I’have done you to swallow is human food, particularly apple, chips and Coke, which I predigested especially for you”.

A violent spasm of revulsion shakes Kaoru’s stomach. She vomits.

“Just as I said: full paranoid”. The horror shrugs and, having finished dressing, put a patch looking as hers on tits arm to make the resemblance completed. “Well, I’m going with your two boyfriends. Don’t look at me like this, I know how to manage them. It’s you who should learn! When I need to copy you, I’ll feed you again. Your DNA is so loose that it remains very few time. It’s unbelievable that nature had allowed all you to survive!”

She needs Kouga. Why he’s not here, with her?, She thinks, as her stomach is getting empty.