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Of Tales and Tastes
The Candymaker
Chapter 9
The old man looked at her is surprise. Even after witnessing her kill the other elders, Komotaru looked shocked at her. Her, with sweetmilk skin pierced by multiple ivory bones and dotted by blots of red blood, like fire against snow. Her white hair fell in drapes over her back, two great woven braids framing its sides. She looked like a skeletal goddess of death, she knew. Had he been here, he would have harden immediately. But he was not here, and she was on a mission. His mission. The old man looked at her as she pushed her elbow out of her right palm, a sharp blade of bone. Why, he asked, in a trembling voice. “Why, Father?” She whispered. “Progress.”
The Candymaker
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Chapter 9
The old man looked at her is surprise. Even after witnessing her kill the other elders, Komotaru looked shocked at her. Her, with sweetmilk skin pierced by multiple ivory bones and dotted by blots of red blood, like fire against snow. Her white hair fell in drapes over her back, two great woven braids framing its sides. She looked like a skeletal goddess of death, she knew. Had he been here, he would have harden immediately. But he was not here, and she was on a mission. His mission. The old man looked at her as she pushed her elbow out of her right palm, a sharp blade of bone. Why, he asked, in a trembling voice. “Why, Father?” She whispered. “Progress.”
Milia woke up with the sun shining through a tall window, at the side of a fully white bedroom chamber. Her head hurt, but her body felt strong. Looking around the room, she spotted Nala, tall and lean. When she saw her with her eyes open, she stood up and approached.
“How are you feeling?”
“I’m good... What happened?”
“You were knocked out by some passing person. After Kemono was revealed as the Candymaker, Hozuki and Settlemen faced the Kaguya. They would kill each other, were it not for Ota. He fended off all clans alike, until the few that stood were much calmer.”
“Kemono is the Candymaker?”
“Yes” A Baritone voice filled the room.
She looked to wall opposite the tall window, where Temujin Otaghen stood at the open door. He was tall and handsome, and seemed as fearsome as ever, yet his presence was soothing and comfortable, like soft vanilla. But she felt odd.
“Temujin Otaghen. Figured ye’d be here.”
“Of course I’d be here, I’m the new leader of the Otafuku peninsula”
“Aye, of course” She dismissed with a mocking smile, yet neither of the two in front of her seemed to share the joke. She quickly rose up and defiantly locked eyes with him.
“I’m the leader of the Hozuki!”
“Were, Milia, were.” Nala interceded, with a smirk on her face, pushing her down on the bed. Ota continued.
“There’s no such thing as an Hozuki leader. We’re all part of the same stew now. All clans shall live in communication with one another, there will be no more division.”
“I speak for the Hozuki now, and we agree with Otaghen’s ideals. You did well, but you’re no longer required.”
“What’re you on about?! Let me get out of this bed”
“Lay down or I’ll knock you under again! “ Nala voiced, but Ota simply put a soothing hand on her arm.
“That’d be sour, Milia. We’d rather not. “
The eerie feeling returned. It tasted comfortable and calm, but those sentiments weren’t her own. And quickly she realized. His mouth, his smile. The striking jaw. Her eyes widened at the realization. She pushed Nala’s hand away and tumbled down to the floor.
“You’re the Candymaker!”
Her arms and legs gave in, as the soothing feeling was quickly replaced by a bitter taste, cold as fear.
“NO! Not anymore! You won’t manipulate me!”
She put her hands on the side of the bed and threw it against Ota and Nala. In an explosion of water, the bed was cut in two and both silhouettes remained.
“You can’t win, Milia, accept it!”
Quick as a cat, Nala threw 2 kunais against Milia’s sleeve, pinning her right arm to the wall of bone behind her. But Milia only glared at her, before her arm turned to water. But then her tongue burned with pepper and sand, dried and hot. Her body melted and evaporated, as the ivory room became a white desert. She looked at Ota just fast enough to see his hands breaking an handseal, and she knew he had cast a Genjutsu on her. Forcing what remained of her melting left hand, she plunged a water blade in her calf, bringing her back to the bone room, riding the spike of pain, spitting out the foul taste of his manipulation.
Sinking her water sword on the wall behind her, it quickly turned into a seemingly infinite jet of water, as a pool of her chakra constantly materialized the pressured water from a spot bellow where the water blade stuck. The jet shot quickly towards Ota, who managed to dodge at the last minute, dropping to the floor stomach first, in a pushup stance and a playful smirk. Milia took her water blade from the wall and plunged it on the ground in front of her, but now the water jet materialized beneath Ota’s body directly. Ota was fast to react, pushing himself off to the side, rolling sideways, but water followed him, pressured jet after pressured jet in a fast succession, until Nala came from Milia’s left and kicked her, striking her beneath her chin, leaving Ota to shake away the stun of the third consecutive jet.
Milia’s body was thrown sideways, her head exploding into water as she used the Hydrification technique to soften the impact. Sensing it, Nala dashed forwards. Stopping a few centimeters from Nala, she stomped her left leg on the ground, and pivoted, aiming a cycling kick towards Milia’s temple. But she would not be caught distracted again. She arched her back backwards, evading the lick, and then, as Nala brought her leg down, changing from a cycling kick to an axle kick, Milia countered, crossing her arms on Nala’s ankle. Unfolding her arms, she grappled at Nala’s knee and bent it, forcing her to fall besides her. But as Milia groped to find her neck, producing a blade of water from her hand, a wave of darkness fell cold over her. It was demonic anger, far beyond a pungent and acidic taste.
She saw two great red eyes before she felt a strike on her throat. It cleared the darkness, yet the red eyes were replaced by the glare of pure rage on Ota’s face. She tried to speak, but her throat soon became filled with saliva.
“W-w-what did you do to me?”
“I punched chakra through your throat, overloading your salivary glands.” He helped Nala get up, and placed his hand gently on her belly. His rage seemed to leave him. “You’ll drown on your own saliva”
She started to spit out, but the water never seemed to leave her throat, slobbery and asphyxiating. Fear washed over her. Ota must have felt it, because he was smiling as he inhaled deeply.
“If you ever threaten my son again. I am going to make sure you’ll never want to wake up, for your nightmares will seem far less rotten and sour than the torture I’ll put you through”
He grabbed her by her neck, as the saliva fell thick from her lips, and tossed her through the open window.
As she fell, she focused not on her fear anymore. In one last act of defiance, she forced chakra through her mouth. She infused her fear, all the manipulation of Temujin Otaghen, all the violation of her mind, and all her water chakra. When she plunged into the ocean, she was clean and purged. Ota’s technique stopped and, in returned, her body began producing a thick liquid, a mixture of water and oil, keeping her afloat. The ocean currents carried her far from the Kaguya city. Far from Otaghen.
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Epilogue
There is no greater drive than the hunger for power. Nor is there a more delicious sin than self-indulgence.
Before the establishment of the great Village Hidden in the Mist, the Water Country was a dangerous feudal land, divided between bloodthirsty demons and shadow lurkers, birthed by the gargantuan Maternal Mist. And even after peace fell over the land, the very same principles were still applied.
Stretching its wings, a great white owl swam through the thick mist. It maneuvered swiftly and silently. Riding the wet wind currents, it came across the great wall of bone, The Spine, a stoic structure over 4 feet tall, surrounding the conquered village of the Kaguya. Temujin Otaghen, now Ganmi Otaghen, expanded the Settlement of Yuugyo, proclaiming it Honeshufu, the Bone Capital, ruling over the whole of Otafuku peninsula, joining Hozuki and settlemen, and a few surviving Kaguya, pushed back into a corner of the peninsula, far from the capital. Hozuki Nala followed closely, holding a mouth-opened baby. Even at such a tender age, he had the handsome jaw of his father, but the hair was black and dark blue as his mother’s. He inhaled and quickly turned his tender and curious gaze towards the roosting owl.
Silently as ever, the owl took off. It had many a distance to travel. While seemingly unified, there were still plenty a clans outside Ganmi’s ruling. The rebellious Kaguya, led by the sweetmilk warriorness stood outside his ruling, yet proud and free. She parted from the rest of her clan with a handful dozen of young men and women, and traveled North, to the icy mountains. In her arms, embraced by a woven mantle of wool, was an ivory-haired babe. As the owl approached, he opened his big eyes and took a deep breath. He tasted the owl.
As soon as in it’s very inception, the Ganmi clan’s blood travelled. Hidden behind the skin and hair of other clans, but running true and strong in the arms of the first women, the Mothers of the Paladars, far more numerous than just Hozuki Nala, or Kaguya Shirohone, the sweetmilk warrior, hidden in whorehouses and dark alleys, yet proud in their legacy.
And the owl flew, silent and swiftly, through the mist.
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