dimarts, 30 de març de 2010

GARO Red Requiem - Teaser

Updated: June 1st, 2010

Youtube let us know the trailer of the upcoming Garo Red Requiem.  My friend Botan, a true artist, notified it to me. She also noted Kaoru is not present. I hope she is wrong!


Uppsss... it looks the screen is a lot bigger than the space available...

And the second one:

dilluns, 29 de març de 2010

GARO - Protected Stories: new entry

I have found and added a new fanfic at the Protected Stories blog. Its data:

Title: Artistic Endeavors
Author: vampirelissy14
Series: GARO
Pairing: Rei Suzumura/Kaoru Mitsuki
Rating: R
Spoilers: Set post-series and Beast of the White Night .
Summary: There's something to be said about being an inspiration...

 Remember: if you want to acceed to this blog with fanfic of adult content, and yaoi, and... e-mail me (mitraxxi@gmail.com) and tell me something like this:

I'm on age. I know I am asking access to a blog which content may offend some people and, indeed, I accept this responsibility. Please give me an access to Protected Stories. My user name is ...

If you are not a Blogger user just give me your e-mail, so I can write you the URL and add you to the list of allowed readers.

diumenge, 21 de març de 2010

GARO Fanfic – Exiled’s return, 11

Chapter 11: Vital ordeal


The young man surrounded by the Bariri and who strives to protect the unconscious Kaoru sees coming, sideways, the white glow of the flaming Knight Dan. It is his chance. He takes his girlfriend’s body on his arms and, protected by his colleague as he did before to her, he reaches his house.

The horrors stop and come together to discuss.

Kouga leaves Kaoru’s body on the couch and asks Jabi to take care of her.

“It’s a simple concussion, nothing else” the priestess diagnoses. She turns to him. “But I can’t say the same about you”.

Then, Kouga notices the serious look of his four companions.

“Nothing's wrong. Let's go outside before they’d be reorganizated”.

“You're not going anywhere”.

Kouga takes a couple of steps toward Tsubasa.

“We’ll not go through this again, right?”

But there is no challenge in his colleague’s eyes, only a slight sigh moves his chest. Rei speaks.

“Look at yourself in the mirror”.

That is something that Kouga has avoided since returning home. As worried about Kaoru, he had managed to forget his burns, which now seem to start to awake.

“Do it” the knight of the black coat trench insists.

He can not escape from the relentlessness of his peers. Slowly, regretting each step he does, he approaches the fateful mirror of the bureau in the dining room.

Small and large blisters, some parts of blackened skin, and some skin shed at his face greet him. He watches his hands. Many of their blisters have burst by the use of his sword and bringing Kaoru on his arms. Some of them have bled. He knows he should not have looked at: now his pain increases.


Soon after, Jabi, Tsubasa, Rei and Akane begin to talk among themselves: both flamethrowers are ready, pity they haven’t been tested before; the knights will fight with sword because the horrors will flee from the Fire and the battle would never end; the priestesses would handle the flamethrowers against the wounded ones; their range is about three meters; and ...

The more they talk, the more they ignore him, his wounds are more painful.

He hears as the others to leave. He does not know what to do with himself. His world collapses.

As a Makai Knight, he has failed.

After a few moments devoted to watch the magnitude of such a disaster, he truly do not know if he could reach to keep anything.

A movement from the couch. Kaoru. How would be able to face her now? How could he face anybody?


He looks at her, even without moving from in front of the mirror.

“How do you feel?”

“I’ve got a headache”.

“You’ll get well”.

“Thanks. Again”.

Her beautiful smile touches him, he does not believe to deserve it. Neither to deserve her.

“Thanks to me you remain like this”.

Kaoru lifts a bit to sit on the couch.

“Jabi said that after the battle ...”

“You shouldn’t have accepted her proposal,” he interrupts.


She’s sweet, he thinks, desperating. So sweet! He can not keep talking with his usual bluntness.

“In your current status, your exposure to the Fire has to be a lot greater”.

“But, mixing blood isn’t less risky”.

“It's a proven method!”

His outburst silences the girl. Then, she rises unsteadily. She approaches and stands behind him. She does not talk at once.

“Forgive me”.

The surprise makes him turning his head back a little.

“I was mad because you weren’t there when a horror caught me. I blamed you abut my misfortune, though I knew you’d no way to guess it”.

To protect you is my responsibility, he answers back to himself. I failed. And I keep failing.

“Not even I thought” Kaoru goes on “the possibility that you’re suffering because of me”.

Not only my burnt body but my heart cries out how weak I’ve become. Even Kaoru has noticed it! I'm no use. Only one thing is left to do: offering my life.

“Let to mix the blood”.

He hears a deep sigh behind him.

“Listen to me, Kouga. It’s enough only one of us risks life. Your work is very necessary: you’re Garo”.

I’m no longer, he thinks closing his eyes tightly. But she has not finished talking.

“I am the most dispensable here”.

Kouga's eyes open with such a suddenness that denies the great slowness he turns to face her.

“You know that's not true!”

He spits these words as if it was a curse. One else. Against himself. But Kaoru is the one who he has intimidated, and she remains silent.

Later, she looks down and apologizes.

“I can’t stand you to risk unnecessarily”.

She lifts her hand to touch his face, but she thinks better.

“Oh, it must hurt very much”.

“It doesn’t hurt”.

Honestly he thinks her touch can only be a balm. His silent prayer is heard loud and clear by Kaoru.

Her hand rests lightly on his injuried cheek. A blister bursts and its almost transparent contents moisturizes her delicate hand, sliding quickly down on Kouga’s neck . But they do not care.

“I don’t want you to put your life in danger” she repeats” if can be avoided. Not even for me. I also need you. Can you understand it?”

It is what he told her long time ago, how could not he understand it?

Kouga has forgotten it, but things are like this. Both of them, as individuals, are vulnerable, but their bond is strong, forged with life, blood and death. Nothing can really hurt him as far as this link exists. He collapsed when he thought that Kaoru had left him, but it was not true. He had going through an absurd illusion that had dragged him to the near destruction. His true self did not left him, never, just he stopped believing in it.

It’s enough.

He is Garo, he is strong, he is a destroyer of horrors and therefore those Bariri will be damaged. And, by the tie binding him to Kaoru, he knows she will survive.

The subtle smile playing on his lips is reflected and multiplied by ten on hers. They take hands, strengthful, ro reaffirm the power of their bond.

Breaking glasses.

A horror has gone through the window, one horror with a half of antenna in regeneration. Kouga draws his sword and places himself between Kaoru and the Bariri.

“You again? There's nothing for you in here”.

Something as a rare laugh fills the room. The being from another world is clearly skeptical, and Kouga understands it. It knows they are easy preys: he, unable to wear his armor, and she was ill. The thing the horror does not know is that when a heart is strong, the weakness of the body is less important.

He attacks, and he is close to chop off the other antenna. The horror shrinks and bends them, so that it seems to carry a rare hat, and attacked him back by kicking, clawing and jumping.

Kaoru moves away to give room to Kouga. He deeply regrets not being able to wear his armor. He will reach it again, of course, but now he only can aspire to hurt his enemy with the help of his sword. Indeed, very few horrors that can be eliminated without the use of an armor, so Makai Knights should be able to invoke and wear them. If he could get back enough to light his sword... but he doubts that his adversary allow him that chance. It is gaining ground.

Sideways, he sees Kaoru has taken the flamethrower that the priestesses are adapting to health her. Its mouth is a very short, but as wide as a human body. Kouga starts to put a specific direction to the fight, until the Bariri is accessible to the flamethrower, which is much smaller than those using his peers outside, but Kouga uses its surprise and pain Bariri to cut both antennas touching head, which seems to make him unabled. And Kaoru finishes him off with the Fire.

The couple smiles, pleased with what both of them have achieved together. Suddenly, Kaoru's face shows such an amazement that warns the young man.

“Your skin!”

He wonders if he has lost it all, but she drags him in front of the mirror. The burns are disappearing, as magically as they came.

Kaoru's happiness makes her to jump into his arms. His own,  to push her out enough to kiss her.

divendres, 12 de març de 2010

GARO Fanfic – Regreso de los exiliados, 11

Capítulo 11: Ordalía vital

– ¡Koga!

El joven rodeado por los Bariri que se esfuerza por proteger a la inconsciente Kaoru ve llegar, de reojo, el blanco resplandor llameante del Caballero Dan. Es su oportunidad. Toma el cuerpo de su novia en brazos y, protegido por su colega como antes lo hiciera él mismo con ella, consigue entrar en la casa.

Los horrores se detienen y se reunen a discutir.

Koga deja el cuerpo de Kaoru en el sofá y le pide a Jabi que la atienda.

– Una simple conmoción, nada importante –diagnostica la sacerdotisa. Se vuelve hacia él–. Pero no puedo decir lo mismo de ti.

Entonces Koga advierte la grave mirada de sus cuatro compañeros.

– No me pasa nada. Vayamos a fuera antes que se reorganicen.

– Tú no vas a ninguna parte.

Koga da un par de pasos en dirección a Tsubasa.

– No vamos a volver a pasar por ésto, ¿verdad?

Pero no hay desafío alguno en los ojos de su colega, sólo un leve suspiro mueve su pecho. Rei interviene.

– Mírate al espejo.

Éso es algo que Koga ha evitado desde que volvió a la casa. En su preocupación por Kaoru, había logrado olvidar sus quemaduras, las cuales ahora parecen estar despertando.

– Hazlo –insiste el caballero de la gabardina negra.

No puede escapar de la implacabilidad de sus compañeros. Despacio, arrepintiéndose a cada paso que da, se acerca al fatídico espejo de la cómoda del comedor.

Ampollas pequeñas y grandes, algunas zonas de la piel ennegrecidas y algunas con piel desprendida en su cara lo saludan. Se contempla las manos. Buena parte de sus ampollas se han rebentado por el uso de la espada y por traer a Kaoru en brazos, algunas han sangrado. Sabe que no debería haber mirado: ahora su dolor aumenta.

Silencio absoluto.

Poco después, Jabi, Tsubasa, Rei y Akane empiezan a hablar entre ellos que los dos lanzallamas están listos; que lástima que no hayan podido probarse antes; que los caballeros irán con espada porque los horrores huirán del Fuego y la batalla no terminaría nunca; que las sacerdotisas manejarían los lanzallamas contra los heridos; que su alcance es de casi tres metros; que...

Cuanto más hablan, cuanto más lo ignoran, más le duelen sus heridas.

Oye como los otros se van. No sabe qué hacer consigo mismo. Su mundo se derrumba.

Ha fracasado como Caballero Makai.

Después de unos momentos dedicados unicamente a contemplar la magnitud de la catástrofe, duda que pueda llegar a salvar algo.

Un movimiento en el sofá. Kaoru. ¿Cómo va a poder mirarla a la cara ahora? ¿Cómo podrá mirar a nadie?

– Koga.

Él la mira, aún sin moverse de delante del espejo.

– ¿Cómo estás?

– Me duele la cabeza.

– Te recuperarás.

– Gracias a ti. Una vez más.

Su bella sonrisa lo conmueve, no cree merecerla. Ni merecerla a ella.

– Gracias a mí, estás como estás.

Kaoru se incorpora en el sofá para sentarse.

– Jabi dijo que después de la batalla...

– No debiste haber aceptado su oferta –la interrumpe él.

– ¿Por qué?

Dulce, se dice él, desesperándose. ¡Qué dulce! No puede él seguir hablándole con su habitual brusquedad.

– En tu estado actual, la exposición al Fuego tiene que ser mucho mayor.

– Pero cruzar la sangre no es menos arriesgado.

– ¡Es un método de eficacia probada!

Su estallido impone silencio a la muchacha. Luego, se levanta tambaleante. Se acerca a él, situándose a su espalda. No habla en seguida.

– Perdóname.

La sospresa hace que él vuelva un poco la cabeza hacia atrás.

– Me sentía furiosa porque no estuviste ahí cuando me atacó el horror. Te culpaba de mi desgracia, a pesar que sabía que no tenías forma de preveerlo.

Es mi responsabilidad protegerte, replica él para sí. Fallé. Y sigo fallando.

– Ni siquiera me planteé –prosigue Kaoru– la posibilidad que tú estuvieses sufriendo por mi causa.

Ya no sólo mi cuerpo quemado, sinó también mi corazón, proclaman a gritos lo débil que he llegado a ser. ¡Hasta Kaoru se ha dado cuenta! Ya no sirvo para nada. Sólo una cosa queda por hacer: ofrecer mi vida.

– Deja que cambiemos la sangre.

Oye un muy profundo suspiro a su espalda.

– Escucha, Koga, és suficiente con que uno de los dos arriesgue la vida. Tu trabajo es muy necesario: eres Garo.

Ya no lo soy, piensa él cerrando los ojos con fuerza. Pero ella no ha terminado de hablar.

– Yo soy la más prescindible aquí.

Los ojos de Koga se abren con una brusquedad que desmiente la terrible lentitud con que se gira para enfrentarla.

– ¡Sabes que éso no es cierto!

Escupe las palabras como si de una maldición se tratara. Una más. Contra sí mismo. Pero es a Kaoru a quien ha intimidado, y se queda muda.

Después, ella mira al suelo y se disculpa.

– Es que no soporto la idea de que te arriesgues innecesariamente.

Ella levana la mano como para tocar el rostro de él, pero lo piensa mejor.

– Oh, debe dolerte mucho.

– No duele.

Sinceramente él cree que su tacto sólo puede ser un bálsamo. Su silencioso ruego es escuchado alto y claro por Kaoru.

La mano se posa levemente sobre la mejilla lesionada. Una ampolla se revienta y su transparente contenido humedece la delicada mano, deslizándose con rapidez por el cuello de Koga. Pero no les importa.

– No quiero que pongas en peligro tu vida si puede evitarse –repite ella–. Ni siquiera por mi. Yo también te necesito. ¿Puedes entenderlo?

Es lo mismo que él le dijo a ella tiempo atrás, ¿cómo no va a entenderlo?

Koga lo ha olvidado, pero es así como son las cosas. Ambos, como individuos, son vulnerables, pero su lazo es fuerte, forjado con vida, con sangre y con muerte. Nada puede dañarle de veras mientras el vínculo exista. Se hundió cuando creyó que Kaoru le había abandonado, pero no era cierto. Había estado viviendo una ilusión absurda que le había arrastrado hasta la casi destrucción. Su verdadero ser nunca le abandonó, sólo dejó de creer en él.

Ya basta.

Él es Garo, es fuerte, es un destructor de horrores y por ello los Bariri serán eliminados. Y por el lazo que lo une a Kaoru, sabe que ella sobrevivirá.

La sutil sonrisa que juguetea en sus labios se refleja, multiplicada por diez, en los de ella. Se toman las manos, con fuerza, reafirmando el poder de su vínculo.

Cristales rotos.

Un horror ha atravesado la ventana, uno que tiene una antena a medio regenerarse. Koga coge su espada y se coloca entre el Bariri y Kaoru en guardia.

– ¿Otra vez tú? Aquí no hay nada para ti.

Algo parecido a una carcajada llena la sala. El ser de otro mundo es claramene excéptico, y Koga lo comprende. Sabe que son presas fáciles: él, incapaz de ponerse la armadura, y ella, enferma. Lo que el horror no sabe es que cuando el corazón es fuerte, la debilidad del cuerpo es secundaria.

Ataca, y de poco que no le cercena la otra antena. El horror las encoge y dobla de tal forma que parece llevar un sombrero extraño, y lo acosa con patadas, zarpazos y saltos.

Kaoru se aleja para dar mayor libertad de movimiento a Koga. Éste deplora profundamente no poder vestir su armadura. Volverá a lograrlo, pero ahora sólo puede ambicionar herir a su enemigo con ayuda de su espada. En realidad, son pocos los horrores que pueden ser eliminados sin recurrir a la armadura, por ello los Caballeros Makai deben ser capaces de invocarla y vestirla. Si pudiera apartarse lo suficiente para encender su espada... pero duda que su adversario le conceda el segundo y medio que necesita. Le está ganando terreno.

De reojo, ve que Kaoru ha tomado el lanzallamas que las sacerdotisas están adaptando para curarla a ella. Tiene una boca muy corta, pero con tanta anchura como un cuerpo humano. Empieza a imponer una dirección precisa en el combate, hasta que el Bariri queda al alcance del lanzallamas, el cual es mucho menor que los que están usando sus compañeros a fuera, pero Koga aprovecha la sorpresa y el dolor del Bariri para cortarle ambas antenas a ras de cabeza, cosa que parece casi imposibilitarlo. Y Kaoru lo baña con el Fuego.

La pareja se sonrie, satisfecha por lo que ambos han conseguido. De pronto, la cara de Kaoru muestra una sorpresa que medio alarma al joven.

– ¡Tu piel!

Él se pregunta si se le estará cayendo a tiras, pero ella lo arrastra frente al espejo para obligarlo a contemplarse otra vez. Las quemaduras están desapareciendo, tan mágicamente como llegaron.

La felicidad de Kaoru la hace lanzarse a sus brazos, y la de él, apartarla lo suficiente para besarla.

diumenge, 7 de març de 2010

GARO Red Requiem - New pictures

Found at the forum of Henshin Justice Unlimited:

GARO Fanfic - Exiled's return, 10

Chapter 10: “H” hour

With his habitual kindness, Gonza had helped her to get up, and now they walk in the garden.

“Miss Kaoru, you are too confined. You need a bit of fresh air” he had said.

Kaoru knew he was right, and although she disliked to disobey Kouga, she followed the good man who just wanted her good.

“ It’s a great temperature. I think this walk it's going to fit me”.

“Of course. Do not worry about anything,” he insists.

The girl does not suspect as they approached the grove, she knows Gonza is trustworthy. So, when they reach the trees and some people begin to come near, she merely look at them in amazement.

“Who are they?”

“They camped here momentarily”.

“D’you mean that Kouga has granted them his permission?”

“Not exactly”.

The group has surrounded both of them. The girl began to feel troubled and gripped Gonza’s arm.

“What ... what happens ...?”

He releases from her hand and says aloud.

“It’s she! Here she is!”

“How can we know it’s true?” a man who looks like a clerk asks.

Kaoru refuses to believe the suspecion that began to emerge.

“Gonza, what is this?”

The fake butler ignores her, and answers the others.

“Check it”.

He grabs Kaoru’s arm and tear open the bandage. She screams of surprise and terror in understanding.

“You know that if we test it we’ll lose our disguises”.

“Who cares! We're here, and it’s enough, right?”

Kaoru's legs weaken when six men begin to turn into horrors as the one who attacked her. Nothing else she can do, but scream in pain and mourn in despair when multiple antennae take turns to getting into the wound in her arm.

“ It’s a great finding” she hears someone to say. “But I think that having discovered it doesn’t entitles you to keep her”.

“It’d be my right” ‘Gonza’ replies “but her days are numbered: human biology rejects ours”.

“Of course, we’re different species. But, as you don’t know how to solve this little problem, marks you as a very bad leader. I'll keep her”.

Sitting on the floor, dirty with ground and strange substances, and no longer in tears, Kaoru notes stunned as all those beings lose their human shapes and begin to scream and fight. Fighting for her, she does not know why. Maybe she should take the commotion to escape to the house. She begins to move slowly to avoid to attract some attention.

A rare glow stains the afternoon. It comes quickly. The horrors stop their dispute. Among grunts of astonishment and rage, they give way to it. Garo, wrapped in green flames, has arrived to rescue her, and none of those things risk to be touched by them. Kaoru sobs in relief when her savior stops some few feet away. He yells.


She stands up shaky, and hurries, but she just may do a little trot. Garo moves around without pause, but soon is forced to lay off his armor.

He looks at her just a moment. However, she can not ignore that his hands and his face show serious burns. Then she remembers that she has always been forbidden to touch his armor because ‘it burns the skin’.

The horrors fall on them. Kouga manages to turn his sword with Fire and gets on scurrying around to protect her. But now the enemies arms themselves with knives, stones, sticks, metal pieces, and throw them to both of them. Kouga manages to reject many of these projectiles, but he can not be everywhere at once. Kaoru falls hit on her head by a spanner.