Immortal Shifters: The Warlord's Wife

Chapter 6- Kimiko

Mine and Laila’s sparring left everyone speechless, and even more so in anticipation of who was going to win. It was clear that this was so much more than just a trivial test. The gym teacher was perplexed at the intensity of the two females as they fought, while the instructor sat by with a mix of amusement and indifference on his face.

I was growing frustrated. It was clear I underestimated this girl. Laila fought as if her life depended on it. What surprised me the most…was her ability to use the correct movements in the practice. It was clear this was no test to her, and she was pulling out all of the stops. If I didn’t do something, and do it fast, she’d overwhelm me.

As Laila moved to strike with her staff, almost catching my stomach, I did a one-handed back hand spring just in time to clip the staff with my toes. Laila growled, and I was in shock. I never got this far in gymnastics. My skin felt like a microwave, outside cold and clammy, the inside hot as hellfire. Something was off. I screamed at the top of my lungs and fell to my knees. What is this?! Why is it happening to me?! I felt pain throughout my entire body!!

I heard a masculine voice yell my name, but it sounded muffled and far away. I caught a glimpse of the cuffs on my wrist glow with a moon like luminescence. My head was burning down to my scalp. Yet it didn’t overwhelm me anymore. A sudden burst of memory filtered through the pain. A Samurai female and a Japanese War General smiling lovingly at one another…my heart ached. Then, all of a sudden, the female looked at me and smiled sadly.

She walked towards me at a slow deliberate pace. She kept her gaze locked on mine. Her body was lithe and graceful. She was filled with deadly capability. She stopped right in front of me. She gazed where I wore the jeweled bands. A sad look adorned her features. Then I saw that she wore the very same cuffs herself.

“It is time to wake up.” She spoke in a reverent manner. “You must remember.”

“Remember what?” I gulped. “Who are you?”

“We are one.” She smiled as she touched the gem I wore on my forehead. An electric shock worked it’s way through my body. Another memory surfaced. Her, no, my death. Something held me from behind as it drained the life from me. Whatever held me dropped me as he finished what he started. With my final breath I saw one last face and swore vengeance as I passed on…it was my own brother with red gold colored eyes. The eyes of a beast. The eyes if a monster. The eyes of a vampire.

Most of the knowledge I had from my fighting and my life flowed into me like water, all but the mysterious war general. Who was he? As the pain faded, and I gained proper control of my body, I turned and saw that my hair was no longer salt and pepper colored but pure white. Laila stood above me with a menacing smirk on her face. She went to take her final blow, and I kicked her legs out from beneath her.

I gazed up at her with pure fury etched onto my features. This girl fought dirty. She was no, is no, warrior!

“Anata wa meiyo nashi ni tatakau!” I hissed at her. (You fight without honor.)

Her faced paled as I rose from my position. I spoke fluent Japanese to her. I knew she couldn’t understand me, but I was too far gone in my anger.

“Buki o te ni ireyou! Anata wa kore o jibun ni motte kimashita! Meiyo o motte, senshi no yō ni watashi to tatakatte kudasai!” (Pick up your weapon! You brought this upon yourself! Have honor, and fight me like a warrior!)

Clearly I was wrong about her being unable to translate my meaning. Laila’s face turned red as she screeched her signature scoff. It would not matter at this point. I looked down at my arms, and found swirling sliver-blue tattoo-like marks flow up from my hands to my shoulders. I was just about to return Laila’s blow when the instructor boomed over head,

“The fight is over! Kimiko meet me in my office please!” Sensei Aruto then stormed away. I gazed around and found shocked faces staring at me. I knew something happened, but I didn’t know what really. I felt an immense amount of strength, have a new hair color, new tattoos, and a wicked second language under my belt.

I met Sensei in his office, along with the two new boys. They seemed tense, as if expecting me to explode or break to pieces.

“So, why are we here?” I asked deciding to break the ice.

The two younger guys smiled at me kindly. I could tell they were a bit put off by the task of explaining to me what just happened. They were afraid of my reaction.

Akira decided to step forward at that moment, “Kimiko, you’re a direct descendant of a Primordial Goddess; her granddaughter to be precise.”