c1 part7 (1/2)

Chapter 1 – Bound Together (cont.)

Much later, Kuroh found himself wondering just why he’d been in such a panic, and on what grounds he’d founded his convictions as to what he needed to do–and it was there that Ichigen explained, “In all likelihood, your powers had started to awaken within you, enabling you to, for a time, utilize my own powers–that of foresight.”

In other words, Kuroh had–in that moment–been one with his King.

He kicked at the root of a tree and raced across the mountain ridge–until he at long last caught a faint voice. He snapped to attention, yelling out, “Heita! Are you there?!”

After a moment, a voice came back, steeped in worry, “Ku–Kuro-chan?”

He darted forward in a flash and slid down onto his stomach at the edge of a cliff, peering over the ledge–and grew faint as he laid eyes on a very rough, worn-out Heita clinging desperately to the slender branch of a tree growing out of the cliffside halfway down. The plant itself looked rather weak–far too weak to support even Heita’s light weight, and while admittedly slowly, it was clear that the roots were starting to give way, soil scattering about to fall away at the base.

“Ku–Kuro-chan!” Heita called out to him, voice betraying the fact that he was on the verge of tears, and he stretched out a grasping hand–but Kuroh sharply rebuked him.

“Don’t move, Heita! Just hang on!”

With a pathetic moan, Keita curled himself into a ball, tightening his grasp. Kuroh took quick stock of the situation–it was a good three meters to Heita’s position from where he stood now&h.e.l.lip;and twenty meters between Heita and the cliff bottom.

If he fell, Heita would, without a doubt, die instantly.

‘Calm down!’ he reminded himself. ‘You have to stay calm, Yatogami Kuroh.’

What would Ichigen-sama do in this situation? What would the man he looked up to do when faced with something like this? His voice rang out of its own accord, “It’s all right, Heita.” There was a slight tremor in his words, but he continued. “Don’t worry–I’m going to save you, Heita. So just–hang in there a little longer, all right?” Heita nodded, tears streaming down his face.

‘I should go back for some rope&h.e.l.lip; Wait, no–it’s too late for that now. I can’t waste another second.’

Then came the ominous sound of the branch warping severely under Heita’s weight, a sight sure to turn anyone pale with fright. But Heita began to mumble an explanation of what had happened here, perhaps having noticed the branch bowing–perhaps not. “Kuro-chan–I got separated from my brothers, and then before I realized it, everyone had disappeared, so I wandered around all alone for a while and then fell down this cliff&h.e.l.lip;”

Kuroh stretched himself out as far as he could, but failed to reach Heita. ‘This isn’t good&h.e.l.lip;’ A bead of sweat trickled down his cheek. ‘At this rate, Heita will&h.e.l.lip;’ With all his strength, he stretched his muscles nearly to their breaking point, thrusting his arm downward.

And then–

The sound of something ripping–and a crack split the tree limb. In that instant, Heita glanced up at Kuroh, tears in his eyes, and smiled. “Kuro-chan.”

I don’t want to die.

Without an ounce of hesitation, Kuroh leapt into the air–managing to latch onto Heita’s body just before he collapsed into a free-fall. Heita grabbed on tight to Kuroh, eyes clenched shut, and Kuroh embraced the small body just as fiercely in return.

Gravity dragged the young pair downward with merciless force–