Caged Wonderland

Rite of Spring

Halo Thirteen: Rite of Spring:

Part I: Adoration of the Earth

I: Introduction

-Woman in Red-

Do you want to hear a story? Let me take you on a scary ride. This is a tale about the beginning of the end. The people of Ikebukuro cannot see what is coming for them. Only a few know. Some try to stop me while others try to free me. There are a few steps to me taken before I can be brought into the living world.

That is not what this story is about, however.

No, I am here to talk about another creature that stemmed from Kitano’s quest to create the perfect witness to my destruction, albeit an accident. This creature wasn’t supposed to exist. But, she came about through her will to live. Ah, yes. The will to live. Humans have this would things turn dire for them. When they try to end it all, they hesitate. For the will to live tries to stop them. They want death, but that little will to live tries to intervene. Sometimes, it is successful, but other times, it fails. This particular creature’s will to live warped her into a hideous beast that won’t die.

For years, they kept her in that cage in the basement. They fed her the bodies of the failed tadpoles. She couldn’t have been happy with her imprisonment. Probably why she left her body and disappeared.

That was until tonight.

II: Escape (Augurs of Spring)

They are trying to kill me.

Chiharu’s eyes snapped open. Every inch of her being screamed at her to run. I have to get out of here. She looked down at her left arm. The needle from the IV drip was still buried in the skin. She had a good feeling that this was the medicine that her doctor had prescribed her weeks earlier. The pain was reaching high levels through her body. She could feel her muscles starting to cramp. It felt like a heavy weight was pushing down on her.

Chiharu gritted her teeth.

She tried to move, but her body felt so stiff. After about five minutes, Chiharu decided to take a different approach. Move my little finger. She tried to move her pinky finger on her right hand. No sensation and no movement.

Move my little finger.

Chiharu’s brain wouldn’t give up. She finally had a little bit of success with moving her right pinky finger. Relief washed over her, but she didn’t have time to celebrate. Now that she could move her pinky, she had to move the rest of her body. It took afford, but she was able to pull out the IV and climb out of bed. But when she tried to stand, her legs felt like rubber and jello.

“Whoa,” she mumbled to herself. Chiharu grabbed onto the bed to steady herself. She took in slow, heavy breaths. The patient forced herself to walk. She clinched her teeth as the sensation of needles burned through her bare feet. That didn’t stop her from walking. She breathed heavier as she kept walking.

I just have to get to the front desk and make a break for it.

The hallway looked like it was spinning and blurry. Chiharu felt like puking, but even that didn’t stop her. She pressed her hands to the wall, ignoring the pain from the pressure.

“And do you think you’re going?” a loud British accent asked. Chiharu lifted her head. Joe stood on the other end of the hall. The patient gulped down a mouthful of air.

“Home,” Chiharu forced out. “I want to go home.”

“You’re not fit to go anywhere, I’m afraid,” the nurse said.

“I don’t care!” the patient shouted. “I am going home.” Chiharu pushed herself to keep walking.

“Back to your bed,” Joe commanded. Chiharu tried to run past the nurse in front of her. Joe grabbed her by the arm. The patient tried her best to smack her away.

“Let me go!” Chiharu screamed. “Get off me!”

“Security!” the nurse shouted. “I need some help here!” Chiharu kicked and pushed back as she was wrestled to the floor.

“Take your hands off of me or I will have you up for assault!” she screamed. She finally lunged forward and bit Joe on the arm. The nurse screamed and let go of the patient. Chiharu scrambled to her feet as she took off running down the hall.

“Security!” Joe shouted from the floor. “Stop her! We have an escaped patient! Don’t let her out of this hospital!” Meanwhile, Chiharu ran past the front desk and made it to the glass doors. She couldn’t pay any mind to the cramps in her legs and the screaming behind her. The adrenaline kept her going until she made it outside of the hospital.

Chiharu had to drag herself along to keep going.

III: Gate of Light (Ritual of Abduction)

Tiresias stood in front of Sakura Hotel Ikebukuro. She smiled at the air around her.

“Here it is,” she said. The blind woman reached for a pin in her light brown hair. Her fingertips had just touched the feathery top when she froze.

“Who’s there?” she asked. She listened as the footsteps on the pavement grew closer. Tiresias lowered her arms.

“Kai is that you?” she asked. Her ears picked up on a man snickering behind her. He gave her a slow clap.

“Well done,” Kai said. “Well done. Just as sharp as ever.” Tiresias turned to face him.

“I will not let you stop me!” she shouted. Kai stepped forward.

“I cannot let you open that gate,” he said.

“This game has got to stop,” she said. “You are going to kill everyone in this city!”

“I know!” Kai said.

“Then why do you do this?” Tiresias asked. The demon all but laughed as he heard out his arms.

“Don’t you know?” he asked. The demon vanished into thin air. The blind woman strained her ears with her hand to her hair. She paused with the rotting hot breath against her nape. Her blind eyes behind her shades widened as Kai smiled with his razor-sharp teeth gleaming in the dim morning.

“This is the dawn of our new kingdom!” he shouted. “And I won’t let you ruin that!” The demon reached for the silvery-blue pins in her hair. Tiresias whipped around and kicked Kai in the legs. He fell to the ground, pulling her light brown bun loose. She managed to catch her pins before they fell and flew away. Kai lay on his side, growling.

“You bitch!” he snapped. The demon raced forward and tackled the blind woman to the ground. Tiresias would not give. Her mind only stayed on one task.

I have to get to the doors. This is my only shot!

Tiresias’s face turned down towards Kai trying to rip her pins out of her hand.

“Give me those pins!” he shouted.

“Never!” she yelled. The blind woman used her strength to push him off long enough to crawl towards the glass doors. Kai grabbed onto her right ankle.

“Get off!” she yelled. Tiresias kicked him in the face and pulled out one of her silvery blue hair pins in her hand. One shot to get this. The blind woman through the tiny hair pin at the glass doors. The little piece stood up straight and landed into the ground.

“No!” Kai shouted. Tiresias smirked as he desperately ran over to the pin in the ground. He screamed as he touched the feathery tip. The blind woman sat up with the help of her elbow.

“Ha got it!” she said. Tiresias jumped to her feet. “Once the pin goes into the ground, nobody can take it out. Not even me.” Kai growled as he whipped around to her.

“And how do you get this out?” he asked. The blind woman all but laughed.

“You don’t,” she said.

“What?!” the demon barked.

“Once my pins go into the ground, nothing can take them out until they have completely collected the energy from the gate,” Tiresias said. She stretched her arms above her head.

“Yes, my work here is done,” the blind woman said. “You have a good day, kind sir.” Then, Tiresias disappears into thin air. Kai growled as he slammed his fist into the side of the building. He didn’t even care about the huge hole he left behind.

IV: Minotaur (Spring Rounds)

Shizuo sat in the darkness of his news surroundings. His old self still hadn’t return. The minotaur didn’t even have memories of when he was human anymore. He could only remember that woman.

Her laughter haunted his dreams. She mocked and took delight in his pain. He could only see her hands and that twist smile with her crooked teeth. Her voice sounded so distorted. The last clear thing he heard her say was, “Do you want to play? Let’s play.”

The zip ties came off and he couldn’t even stand. His legs felt so weak under him. She pulled out two look razor sharp machete blades. From then on, it became a game of bull fighting. Shizuo was already worn out. He could barely remind on his feet. Most of the skin on his legs had been torn off, exposing muscle and bone. The bull head felt so heavy on his shoulders. He couldn’t really see too well either.

Eighteen rounds they went. It must have been that many times. She didn’t seem to want to quit. It wasn’t enough for her to turn him into a beast and murder everyone dear to him. That woman was determined to wear him down before she killed him. She teased him with her blades with that manic grin of hers. He will never get those crooked teeth out of his head.

But, he wasn’t ready to accept death as his fate. Even as a beast, the will to live didn’t abandon him. There was so much this minotaur could take before reaching his breaking point. He didn’t remember what she said, but that was all it took to drive his horn through her chest. Shizuo slumped against the bar and panted heavily.

It would be hours before Tom and Vorona found him in his basement bar prison. Now, Shizuo is imprisoned in the basement of Yagiri Pharmaceuticals.

V: Panic (Ritual of the Rival Tribes)

Outside made things worse. Chiharu felt like she was choking as she walked. She had to press her hands against the brick walls to keep her standing. Her head felt like it was spinning. The whispering in her ears didn’t help. Chiharu gritted her teeth.

“Shut up!” she screamed. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Chiharu screamed as she started punching a wall. She didn’t care about all of the blood staining the bricks. The girl fell to her knees, screaming.

Suddenly, Chiharu realized that she wasn’t alone.

She slowly lifted her head. A group of young girls dressed in white, red, and gold robes stood inches away from her on the street. Their skin looked so pale that Chiharu could see through them. Their painted faces couldn’t hide them laughing at her pain. The girl gritted her teeth.

“Stop laughing at me!” she yelled. “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” Chiharu grabbed her hair and started screaming.

Meanwhile in Russia Sushi, Mikado paused and lowered his chopsticks. Masaomi turned his head.

“What’s the matter, man?” he asked.

“Hashimoto-san’s in trouble,” Mikado said in a low voice.

“How can you tell?” Masaomi asked. The tadpole boy bolt from his seat at the bar and ran out the door.

“Mikado-kun!” Anri shouted. Masaomi looked over at Simon with a nervous look on his face. He pulled out a big wad of money and slammed it on the counter.

“Keep the change!” he shouted as he too ran out the door. Anri, Noriko, and Simon were left looking so confused.

VI: Servitude (Procession of the Sage: The Sage)

Aoba gritted his teeth as he in Izaya’s office. The information broker left him a list of things to do while he was out for the day. The boy looked at the sheet of paper as he tried to swallow down his vomit. How the hell did it come to this? Yesterday morning, there was a knock on his door.

“Aoba-kun!” his mother yelled. “Your boss is here to see you!” The boy sat up with a puzzled look on his face. What the hell was she talking about?

Aoba got out of bed and got dressed. When he got to the front door, his nightmare grew worse. To his horror, Izaya stood outside, smiling.

“Yo,” he said. Aoba wrinkled his nose.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he whispered. Izaya raised an eyebrow at him.

“Now is that any way to talk to your boss?” he asked. Aoba gave him a strange look.

“What are you talking about?” he asked. The information broker grinned as he patted the boy on the head.

“Starting today, you will be my new Namie!” he said.

“What?” Aoba asked. It took its sweet time to sink into his brain. Izaya knelt down to his face.

“You work for me now,” he said. The former founder of the Blue Squares struggled to speak for a good ten minutes.

“Huh?!” he asked.

“You owe me, remember?” Izaya asked. “This is your payment for the information on my sister you had me dig up.” The gravity of his deal with the devil finally sank into Aoba’s brain. All of the color drained from his face as he sank to his knees.

“Oh shit…” was all that he could say. “Oh shit…” Izaya helped him to his feet.

“Come on,” he said. “You have a busy day ahead of you.” The information broker had to pull his new employee along with him. It donned on Aoba how much worse this was going to get. If this was what Izaya was going to do to him, what was Ran cooking up for payment for protection?

Aoba’s stomach turned at the thought.

This would not do. The last thing Aoba needed was another Orihara bossing him around. He had to find a way to get Mairu back into existence and rescue what was left of his sanity. Aoba sighed and rubbed his forehead. He could hear Kaori laughing at him again.

Oh yeah, her.

Aoba swore to himself that if he ever saw her again that he would choke the life out of that bitch. She was the reason that he was in this mess in the first place. She killed his gang, erased Mairu from existence, and turned Kururi into a mega bitch. Aoba looked at the window with the urge to punch anything.

His revenge would be the sweetest, most beautiful thing that he had ever witnessed. For now, he would have to be his rival’s servant. That’s going to be a riot.

VII: Coming Storm (Dance of the Earth)

-Dragon Brothers-

The fantastical storm is on its way. Tandeki hasn’t found the sixth gate yet, but they will. Their drive to end the living world will bring us to our brother. Brother! Brother! Come and find us! Brother! Brother! We are waiting for you! Brother! Brother! Brother!

Part II: The Sacrifice

I: Introduction

-Woman in Red-

Day turns into night.

The dizzying darkness threatens to swallow that creature whole. The drugs have all but consumed her brain. Mental stability circling down the drain. Going home became next to impossible. Her feet were getting sore. Does she even know where she’s going? How long can she manage? She doesn’t know how to trust. She can already smell the blood feeling her nose. When will she have to feed again? The savage in her is trying to claw its way back. The tadpole and his friend are desperately look for her. I don’t think they will make it in time.

I know they won’t.

Meanwhile, more brothers and sisters are coming back together. There reckoning in coming and they don’t know it.

All of the pieces are lined up. It just takes that one little push to fall into place.

That’s going to happen… right about… now.

II: Seduction (Mystic Circles of the Young Girls)

Kururi had her own plans. She used her brother’s database to track down Izumii Ran at his last known address. Aoba needed a little bit of discipline to keep him in check. Plus, it wouldn’t help to have more allies on her side.

Kururi knocked on Ran’s apartment door. She had the stoic look of her former self as the door opened. Ran looked down at her with his eyes narrowed behind his shades.

“What?” he asked. Kururi looked him in the eye.

“Are you alone?” she asked.

“Who’s asking?” Ran asked.

“Do you know who I am?” Kururi asked. Ran narrowed his eyes.

“Not really,” he said.

“May I come in?” she asked. She angled her breasts so that he would get a clear look at her cleavage through her black halter top. Ran didn’t look fazed at first.

“Whatever,” he said. He turned and walked into the apartment. Kururi followed him inside, closing the door behind her. Ran stopped in the living room.

“Okay, cut the bullshit,” he said. “Why are you here?” Kururi raised her eyebrow.

“You don’t mess around, do you?” she asked.

“What do you want?” Ran asked. Kururi stepped forward with a smile on her face.

“I’m just a sweet little teenage girl in need of some protection,” she said. The whole time she showed off her cleavage. Ran gave her a strange look.

“Protection from what?” he asked. Kururi leaned up against him. Her head rested on his chest.

“Nii-san has made so many enemies,” she said in an innocent-sounding voice. “I’m just scared one of them will attack little old me.” She looked him in the eye.

“You look so big and strong,” Kururi added. It donned on him who he was dealing with.

“Are you Orihara’s sister?” he asked.

“Uh-huh,” she said in a dreamy tone.

“Did he send you here?” the gangster asked.

“No,” Kururi said. She lets go and held out her arms.

“I came here by myself,” she said. “You can frisk me to see if I have any wires on me.”

“Nah, I’m good,” Ran said. Kururi giggled.

“Please be my protector?” she asked. She somewhat managed to get Ran sitting back on the couch. The girl smirked as she sank down between his legs. The gangster saw where this was heading but decided to let it play out. Kururi looked him in the eye as she unzipped his jeans. She lowered head with an open mouth. Ran’s own moaning circled the room. When did Izaya’s sister become so… “skilled”? The gangster threw back his head and moaned louder.

Like Izaya, Kururi does her homework. She heard from a little birdy that he had a taste for teenage girls even though he didn’t trust females in general. Kururi had to play through this with such care. Lucky her, she had some “practice” on the younger brother.

After the climax, Ran lay back panting and covered in sweat. Kururi lifted her head and licked her lips. She didn’t even hesitate to swallow. Ran glanced down at the teenage girl. Her lips covered into a smile.

“Well?” she asked. The gangster smirked.

“I’m onto you,” he said. “But, you are rather fun to play with. I might be of use to protect you.” Kururi rose to her feet and sat in his lap. This reminded him of another thought.

“You’re Aoba’s girlfriend too, aren’t you?” Ran asked. Kururi rested her head against his chest.

“Mm-hm,” she said. The girl could feel his heart beating against her cheek.

“We cannot tell Aoba-kun either,” she whispered. “This will be our little secret.” Somehow, the gangster liked the sound of that.

III: Dizzying Madness (Glorification of the Chosen One)

How long had it been? Chiharu seemed to be wandering aimlessly through the city. The nausea grew worse. She swallowed hard to keep from dry heaving. Chiharu pushed herself to keep moving. It felt like her heart was pounding out of her chest. She gritted her teeth.

I have to get home. I have to get home!

Chiharu dragged her feet along as she kept walking. It didn’t help that the city she had known for so long started to blend together in her blurry vision.

Mikado and Masaomi met up in front of the fountain.

“You haven’t found her yet either, have you?” Mikado asked.

“No,” Masaomi said. “You haven’t either?” His friend bit down on his thumb.

“Oh…” he mumbled. Texting the Dollars wouldn’t help because it would be too late to act by then. He didn’t have the Blue Squares anymore either.

“What should we do now?” Masaomi asked.

“Hang on,” Mikado said. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number that he could use.

“Hello, Kurosawa-san,” he said. “I’m sorry to call you so late, but we need your help.”

“What do you need?” Madoka asked on the other line.

“We’re looking for a friend of ours,” Mikado said. “Could you go on the roof of your place and see where she is? You should see a girl walking around on the streets in hospital clothes. Can you help us?” There was a pause over the phone.

“I’ll try,” Madoka said at last.

“Thank you,” Mikado said. He hung and breathed a sigh of relief.

Meanwhile, Junko sat in her basement office of Rampo Biotech. She smiled as she closed her sliver case shut. The nurse pulled out her phone and looked at the screen.

“The revival of F is near,” she said to herself. Junko picked up her case and headed towards the elevator.

IV: The Russians (Evocation of the Ancestors)

Tandeki isn’t the only one playing this apocalypse game.

Vozrozhdeniye is Russia’s answer to them. Because of them, the Tadpole Project is still going on. They give them the money, Tandeki provides the results. But, they will never be friends. They do not trust each other.

Tandeki and Vozrozhdeniye will never be friends. It is only a working relationship fueled by envy. Tandeki has two strong advantages over their Russian counterparts: the tadpoles and the Dis Program. The Russians tried to get both, but they failed. Tandeki keeps getting the prime cuts of the cow.

Well, Vozrozhdeniye was determined to change that. For they were creating their own powerful super being. This one would rival the glorious tadpoles they so desperately coveted. They already had the basic formula down. They just needed the rest of the pieces.

Another plane from Russia would touch down by morning.

V: Confrontation (Ritual Action of the Ancestors)

Tatsuya stormed all the way to the doctor’s office. He was already seeing fight as he walked through the glass doors.

“Sir, can I help you?” the receptionist asked. Tatsuya seemed to have the face of a demon.

“Where is Shizumu-sensei?” he asked in a low, growling voice. The girl behind the desk blinked at him.

“I’m sorry, do you have an appointment?” she asked.

“No, but I would just love to have a little take with him,” he said.

“I’m afraid you can’t do that, sir,” the receptionist said. Tatsuya stuck up his nose and walked straight down the hall.

“Sir, you can’t just do that!” the receptionist shouted after him. Tatsuya flipped her off as he walked off. He made his way to Shizumu-sensei’s office and forced open the door. The doctor was doing paperwork at his desk when he saw Tatsuya standing in the doorway with a mean face.

“Hashimoto… -san?” he asked. Tatsuya marched over to him and slammed the empty little brown bottle on the desk. All of the color drained from the doctor’s face.

“What the hell is this?” he asked. “What the hell did give my sister?” Shizumu-sensei’s eyes shifted away from him.

“Medicine!” he blurted out. “I just gave her some medicine!” Tatsuya gritted his teeth.

“Don’t fucking lie to me,” he growled. “You’ve been poisoning her. Why? Why?!” The doctor’s eyes darted towards the door. There would be no way he would be able to make it past this angry man. Tatsuya grabbed him by the coat.

“You better not be trying to kill her!” he shouted. “I will break your fucking neck! I’m not even scared to go to prison!” Shizumu-sensei’s eyes widened.

“I was forced to give it to her!” he yelped.

“What?!” Tatsuya asked. His voice could be heard from the hall. The doctor dropped his head.

“I’m in real trouble,” he admitted. “My mistress… She’s pregnant.”

“So what?!” Tatsuya asked.

“You don’t understand,” the doctor whimpered. “She’s the wife of an Awakusu executive. If it’s mine, he’s going to kill me!” Tatsuya had a stone-cold look in his eyes.

“You poisoned Chiharu for because you couldn’t keep it in your pants?” he asked. Shizumu-sensei wished that the ground could swallow him up.

“I’m so sorry!” he wailed. “Some lady blackmailed me into doing it! I didn’t want to cause any harm to Hashimoto-chan! I really didn’t! Believe me!”

“Do you even know what you gave her?” Tatsuya asked. The doctor frantically shook his head.

“I didn’t ask this woman?!” the angry man asked.

“I was too scared,” Shizumu-sensei said. “I just made the prescription and gave Hashimoto-chan the medicine.” Tatsuya glared and dropped him on the floor.

“This isn’t over yet,” he hissed. Tatsuya turned and stormed out of the doctor’s office.

VI: Final Dose (Sacrificial Dance)

Close to midnight, Chiharu wandered down to an abandoned alley way. Her whole body ached and she was worn down. The girl wanted to collapse onto the ground and just die.

But again, she wasn’t alone.

Chiharu lifted her head in the darkness. “Who’s there?” She turned her head when she heard snickering. Junko walked towards her, smirking.

“Well, well,” she said. “This is my lucky day!” Chiharu felt sense of dread and fear rising from the pit of her stomach.

“You!” she barked. “You did this to me!”

“Aye,” Junko said. The nurse held out her arms. “I welcome you to your revival, F-sama!”

“What are you talking about?!” Chiharu howled. She swallowed mouthfuls of air to keep herself from dry heaving. Junko smirked at her the results. It was so beautiful.

“I can see that my Biddy Early is working perfectly in your body,” she said. Chiharu tried to look at her through her blurred vision. A weak flame of anger burned in her soul.

“It was you with that medicine?” she asked. “You had my doctor poison…” The poor girl had to force her mouth closed as the throwing up feeling returned to her mouth.

“Aye,” Junko said. “In fact…” She knelt down and pulled out her small silver case. Chiharu watched as she opened it. Junko smirked as she pulled out the fresh full syringe. The patient shook her head, backing away.

“Oh no!” she shouted. “You are not putting that in me! Hell no!” The nurse smirked.

“It’s too late for that, love,” she said. Chiharu turned around and took off running. The nurse gave way to chase. This felt like foreplay.

“You won’t get away from me!” she shouted. Junko caught up and grabbed Chiharu by the shoulder. Both of them went down hard onto the ground. Junko smirked with the needle in hand. Chiharu kicked her in the face. The nurse gritted her teeth.

“Feisty one, aren’t you?” she asked. “No matter. This will make things more entertaining.” Junko tried to pin down Chiharu to make the final dose. Her prey struggled, kicking, hitting and biting.

“Keep still!” Junko shouted. “There is no way out this for you!” This time, Chiharu kicked her back in the chest. The nurse sat up, gritted her teeth.

“You!” she yelled. Junko jumped forward and grabbed her prey again. In all honesty, she enjoyed attacking the little savage. It gave her such a thrill. The rush ran through her veins. As much fun as this game was, it was time to bring this all to a close. She had better things to do.

“Enough of the games!” Junko shouted. “Time to end this shite!” She kneed Chiharu in the stomach and used her wait to pin her down. The nurse took out the needle and stabbed her prey in the chest. Chiharu’s body went limp as the last dose went into her heart. Junko climbed off, smirking.

“You have a good night, dear,” she said. The nurse walked away laughing. The rain came pouring down as Chiharu’s eyes clouded over.

It would be hours before Mikado and Masaomi find Chiharu lying on the ground, semi-conscious.

“Chiharu!” Masaomi yelled as he ran to her. He grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her and shouting her name.

“Chiharu! Chiharu!” he shouted. Mikado took a step forward, but he froze. His nose caught an odd scent. It was the combination of rotting meat and corpses left out in the desert sun to dry.

What is that smell?

Mikado looked forward and spotted his answer.

“Hashimoto-san, what have they done to you?” he asked.

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