This is....a mostly original drabble. One of the characters is taken from Rurouni Kenshin. A character where we don't know him well, but know he exists. lol, I've just put this up cause it's doing nothing sitting in my D drive. Hope you like it. Comments are welcome.:) Oh, and my inspiration came from Ravyn, an awesome writer on Lj! Her works are really good. I recommend you read some. 

The title came from a random word my friend gave me. It doesn't necessarily have to be the main idea for this fic, but just a mention of it. Depends on the author's interpretation, in my opinion! Hehez! ok, hope you like it. :) Comments if you want are very much welcome. 

Oh yeah! Mention of other mangas in this fic! That's all!

Title: To Burn 
Characters: Kenji (Rurouni Kenshin), Cyra (original char), Emily (original char)
Summary: To protect her friends, she takes a step into her past in order not to burden her friends. 

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They set up fires around the altar. 

The flames flickered and danced aggressively, threathening the figure atop the altar of jet black stone. 

She flinched as a bold tongue of fire licked at her hand. The drugs had worn off earlier and she had found herself on this plain looking table, chained loosely to a bronze ring. She lifted her heavy wrist and pulled at the chain. 

It didn't budge.

She didn't expect it to.

Cyra sighed. What use was she if she got caught? She had came here voluntarily to find information to help the others. However she had just created more trouble for them. No doubt the ransom call had already been made to Kenji and the others. She thought she could handle this. 

She pulled at the chain again. The tight clasp on her right wrist bit into her skin. 

She kept pulling. Half knowing that it was impossible and half wishing for a mircacle to happen.

When she couldn't feel her right hand, she stopped. That was her dominant hand, dang it. She briefly wondered if the chain could melt but dismissed the thought. They weren't that stupid.

The door slid open with a bang. She casted an uninterested gaze to the silouhette standing in the doorway, and immediatly had to dogdge a silver chain flying towards her face. It missed her face but came sharply down on her curved back, making her grit her teeth. 

"What's your problem?" She managed to bite out.

She could feel her smirk.

"It's been awhile, Sirius." Came a smooth, crisp female voice. It was a voice most people would recognize as a good singer, but they didn't know any better. "How have you been?"

Cyra gripped the chain with her right fist. "I've been good. You?"

A snap and ring, and the silver chain was brought down once again, this time not giving her time to dodge. Her head twisted to the left, a red mark already appearing on her right cheek. She held her position for a moment, feeling the pain and ignoring it. The girl spit out blood on the fire, making it sizzle. 

"Don't play, Sirius." Came the cold, snapping tone. "I've been wanting to do this for ages. The best water air blade user. Caught red handed in enemy territory. You're out of practice, Cirrian." Her tone turned smug. "Aww, did the death of Cirrius 2000 have to do anything with it?"

Cyra knew Emily was pushing her buttons, trying to get a rise out of her. Wanting to relish in her pain. She knew that they had something to do with the assassination of her teammates. And she knew that if she didn't do anything, her new friends will get the same fate. That was why she was here in the first place. In the place which was once her team's territory. Her team's headquarters. The place where they died. Her chest still ached from the bullet that was once lodged in her ribs. People call her lucky. She guessed so.

"Cat got your tongue? Remember Veagas? The shorty? I think Mike was his name. He was shot just over there." Emily pointed to a corner of the black room. "He didn't have a quick death, if that was what you're hoping." Her face twisted into a sneer. "We beat him first. Beat the passwords out of him. So resistant was he...but he couldn't stand the pain. Heh. And I thought that Cirrians were so tough and all -- Eeeeek!!!" She was cut off by a broken and heavy clasp colliding with her nose. It was followed immediatly by a powerful kick to the stomach and the cold feel of her silver chain digging into her neck.

Cyra lifted her chin and spat out her words. "Never talk about them with your disgusting tongue. Emily." Her grip tightened on the chain. Emily struggled and gasped for air. It wasn't long before she was lax with unconciousness. Cyra let her and the silver chain drop. They landed with a loud thud and clang.

She stared ruefully at the fainted girl, wishing she could do more, but knowing that she'd just be lowering to their standards if she killed her in cold blood. What else was there to do? She gulped down her tears and tore herself from the room, not daring to cast a glace at that black corner Emily pointed to. The past was the past. She had new friends to protect.

The rest of her mission didn't even take five minutes. She knew the building like the back of her hand.

Maybe better.

Gripping the pen drive tightly in her palm, the girl set out of the dark building silently, not casting a backward glance. She knew they won't know about her dissapearance for another five minutes as she sidled through a hole in a fence and started jogging down the dimly lit streets of Tokyo. At least she was among the public again.

Truthfully, she could have done the mission faster and avoided getting caught if she brought her airblades. Bringing that speed weapon into the ex-Cirrius headquarters though...she couldn't do it. It was too much like returning to the old days, rolling in and expecting a warm welcome. Except when she rolled in now, she had to do it silently or be met with sharp blades and pain. She chuckled a bit painfully as her back throbbed. Didn't she already spend a month mourning? Wasn't that enough?

She didn't even notice when a figure emerged stealthly from the fog of the night. It was only when she sniffed and looked up that she saw him. Relief, surprise and a bit of fear bubbled up in her and she slowed to a stop a few feet before him.

"Kenji." She tried, looking at his chin.

Her eyes widened when rough but gentle hands roamed her body, searching for injuries. "Ke-kenji!

Wha-aa.." Cyra fumbled, unused to being in such close proximity with a male, and couldn't stop yelping when his hand brushed her back. She pressed her lips shut. Emily was right, she had softened up.

Her eyes met his and she knew straight away it was a mistake for his eyes captured her, making it difficult to look away. His once ocean blue eyes had been overrun by amber, much like his father when he was angry. It was intense with anger which she sensed wasn't for her, but also filled with relief and concern. It comforted her and she smiled. It was worth it going to that building again and getting the information. Anything to keep him and the others safe. That was what she was going to fight for from then on.

Without warning, she found herself slung onto his back, earning a gasp from her.

"Kenji, I can walk!"

"Cyra." His grip on her legs tightened. "Don't ever do that again." He comanded, turning his head aside. She studied his serious profile, but put her arms around his neck and dared rest her head on his strong shoulder.

"I can't promise you that." She whispered, feeling pained but comfortable. "I'm sorry for making you worry, but what I can do, I want to do. To protect you all." Her eyes lowered as she felt his muscles tighten.

"We'll continue this at home." He told her as he set off at a fast run.

She smiled. It was definitely worth it.

I want to go. I worked hard to go. At least worked harder than any day of the week. Bah, don't really know whether that says much. But dangit...I want to go! This is my last month in M'sia and I want to spend as much time as I can with my friends who I won't see for a WHOLE year. But then, I have to get up to date with a buch of numbers and their relationships, functions, linear equations, vector quantities, scalar things, basically physics and math. 

I just WANT TO GO. But going without my mom's full permission, I can't enjoy myself. Dang it! I want to GO. 

Gahh. I Just Want to Go. x 100. 

I want to go. I want to go. I want to go. I want to go. I want to go. I wish I could drive alone. 

dangit.

I'm throwing a tantrum online. I just neeeeed to vent. I'm not obedient to the point of perfection, you know. Dang it, I want to GO.

I want to go.
Kara.

I CAN'T CONCENTRATE. I have a major exam in two freakin' weeks, and so far, I've only done ONE practice test from which I got HALF the questions wrong. Not to mention I've got activities for the next two weeks which deal in the music department. I know I said I could do it. So I accepted all the roles, but dang...I need to concentrate. I don't have much time left. Okokokokokok!!!!

1) Wake up early tomorrow. ROFL. Gotta get my math good. Do lots of sums...do another practice test...hm....
2) DON'T think about the holidays in December. FOCUS.

FOCUS. You got an EXAM coming up. FOCUS. 

3) Don't turn on the computer. 

4) Manga can wait. Hit the books, girl. Hit the books. 

Guess it's just gonna be math, english, writing and music. GAH! FOCUS! T_T Help....

There are 6.02 x 10 to the power of 23 paritcles in one mole. 6.02 x 10 to the power of 23 is called the Avogadro's number. Next, we have exothermic and endothermic examples. etcetcetc.

Success is counted sweetest 
by those who ne'er succeed.
To comprehend a nectar,
requires sorest need.

Not one of all the purple host today,
can tell the definition
So clear,
Of victory.

As he, defeated, dying,
On whose forbidden ear;
The distant strains of triumph,
sound, agonized and clear.

~by Emily Dickinson.



Painful the victory is.
There is no victory without sacrifice.
And no gains without pain. 
That's how the world is in equillibrum. 
Give and Take.

With all my mind,
Aluinda.

Because I could not stop for death,
he kindly stopped for me.
The carriage held but just ourselves,
and Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste;
And I had put away,
My labour, and my leisure too
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played
At wrestling in a ring.
We passed the fields of gazing grain.
We passed the setting sun.

We paused by a house that seemed;
A swelling of the ground.
The roof was scarcely visible.
The cornice but a mound.

Since then t 'is Centuries; And each
Feels shorter than the day 
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

--Emily Dickinson

Just liked the poem. Because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me. It's self explanatory. A little morbid, but I like its' straight forwardness. I don't know what the house represents...maybe the house she used to call home? And to her in death, maybe she felt like home was a past memory. Buried by time, because in the next verse, it mentions 'Since then t 'is Centuries'. So...maybe. 

As silent as Leverrier...

Leverrier is the guy who discovered Neptune. He must have been a silent guy....rofl. When I find that full poem, i'll post it.

That's it for now! :)
Love,
Your's truly.