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had found the source. Or at least, it was somewhere nearby.
He got up and darted through the trees, snapping branches and twigs with the force of his bare feet. Even with this speed and drive, it wouldn’t be enough. There were thousands of leaves in the forest. Yuri always said that each plant was unique; even ones of the same family. Not all karanasu leaves were the same, but there were many which looked like them. Some of them were poisonous, if he remembered correctly.
Kaito’s dash came to a halt as his big toe no longer touched solid ground. Dirt slid off the edge of the cliff and before him, the ocean's waves crashing against pointed rocks below. It was the one thing in his path, which kept him from his actual home. He stared out at it—half in awe, the other in horror as he came to grips with going through a near-death experience. His heart still raced and the events were happening again and again in his mind.
He saw the karanasu leaves, halfway down the ravine on a small ledge. Kaito gulped and gathered what little courage he had inside and started the climb down.
The earth shook beneath his feet and he lost his footing. He fell all the way to the bottom of the ravine, hitting his head on a razor sharp stone the size of his leg. The world grew dark.
Chapter Eight
When he finally awoke, Kaito found himself upside down with his arms and legs bound together. He felt the itchiness of rope material on his wrists as he struggled to escape. He was a still little disoriented from whatever happened to him. His long black hair covered his eyes, causing him to sweat. It kept dripping down his forehead and into his eyes. It was both painful and torturous not being able to wipe it off.
A few seconds later and his vision cleared. The sweat evaporating into the air, allowing him to see. A fire burned brightly below him. He could feel the sparks of fire fly out and land on his skin. They didn’t burn him, however, but being helpless to move away or even flinch was painful enough.
Kaito struggled harder to break free, then stopped after realizing he didn't have a safe place to land. If he were to escape, he’d land with his back on fire.
Minutes gave way until the hour of the hare was upon him, and still no sign of anyone. He didn't remember seeing a fire before he fell down, which meant someone built it and hung him above the flame. But Why start a fire at all if it wasn't meant to kill him?
“Hello,” Kaito shouted, “is anyone there?”
The wind itself didn’t even respond.
He wrestled around in his restraints. Something sharp poked him in the side. Kaito let out a hiss of pain. A few drops of blood landed on the fire. He hunched inward as far as he could, his mouth open and ripped his clothing over his head, holding it steady with his teeth. He could feel his hands behind back.
The blood dripped out of his left side. This was more than likely going to hurt, but what choice did he have? He spun himself so that the blade pierced through his side at a vertical angle. He could feel the deepness of the cut, but if he tended to it straight away he might survive.
He winced in pain as he inched himself upward like a caterpillar. The universal force which made it impossible for objects to fly, pushed him back down. He paused, catching his breath as more blood dripped onto the fire. He adjusted himself again, trying to line up the knife with the rope which bound his hands together.
He was going on instinct. Each time he moved around, the wound opened up more and more. New ones were created and caught up to the original in pain in a matter of seconds. Each time he lifted himself up, he waited, prayed he would hear the sound of steel against rope on the painful drop down.
Finally he felt the rope around his wrist tear. He moved back and forth slightly, letting the share edge of the dagger cut through his restraints. When he got his hands free, the world began to spin. He looked down at his side. The wound was worse
He got up and darted through the trees, snapping branches and twigs with the force of his bare feet. Even with this speed and drive, it wouldn’t be enough. There were thousands of leaves in the forest. Yuri always said that each plant was unique; even ones of the same family. Not all karanasu leaves were the same, but there were many which looked like them. Some of them were poisonous, if he remembered correctly.
Kaito’s dash came to a halt as his big toe no longer touched solid ground. Dirt slid off the edge of the cliff and before him, the ocean's waves crashing against pointed rocks below. It was the one thing in his path, which kept him from his actual home. He stared out at it—half in awe, the other in horror as he came to grips with going through a near-death experience. His heart still raced and the events were happening again and again in his mind.
He saw the karanasu leaves, halfway down the ravine on a small ledge. Kaito gulped and gathered what little courage he had inside and started the climb down.
The earth shook beneath his feet and he lost his footing. He fell all the way to the bottom of the ravine, hitting his head on a razor sharp stone the size of his leg. The world grew dark.
Chapter Eight
When he finally awoke, Kaito found himself upside down with his arms and legs bound together. He felt the itchiness of rope material on his wrists as he struggled to escape. He was a still little disoriented from whatever happened to him. His long black hair covered his eyes, causing him to sweat. It kept dripping down his forehead and into his eyes. It was both painful and torturous not being able to wipe it off.
A few seconds later and his vision cleared. The sweat evaporating into the air, allowing him to see. A fire burned brightly below him. He could feel the sparks of fire fly out and land on his skin. They didn’t burn him, however, but being helpless to move away or even flinch was painful enough.
Kaito struggled harder to break free, then stopped after realizing he didn't have a safe place to land. If he were to escape, he’d land with his back on fire.
Minutes gave way until the hour of the hare was upon him, and still no sign of anyone. He didn't remember seeing a fire before he fell down, which meant someone built it and hung him above the flame. But Why start a fire at all if it wasn't meant to kill him?
“Hello,” Kaito shouted, “is anyone there?”
The wind itself didn’t even respond.
He wrestled around in his restraints. Something sharp poked him in the side. Kaito let out a hiss of pain. A few drops of blood landed on the fire. He hunched inward as far as he could, his mouth open and ripped his clothing over his head, holding it steady with his teeth. He could feel his hands behind back.
The blood dripped out of his left side. This was more than likely going to hurt, but what choice did he have? He spun himself so that the blade pierced through his side at a vertical angle. He could feel the deepness of the cut, but if he tended to it straight away he might survive.
He winced in pain as he inched himself upward like a caterpillar. The universal force which made it impossible for objects to fly, pushed him back down. He paused, catching his breath as more blood dripped onto the fire. He adjusted himself again, trying to line up the knife with the rope which bound his hands together.
He was going on instinct. Each time he moved around, the wound opened up more and more. New ones were created and caught up to the original in pain in a matter of seconds. Each time he lifted himself up, he waited, prayed he would hear the sound of steel against rope on the painful drop down.
Finally he felt the rope around his wrist tear. He moved back and forth slightly, letting the share edge of the dagger cut through his restraints. When he got his hands free, the world began to spin. He looked down at his side. The wound was worse
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