Blood Ties- Chapter 1

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Hey everyone! I hope you’re enjoying the fic!!! Here’s where things are going to start rolling….

Disclaimer– I don’t own Soul Calibur. Namco does. I’m just kidnapping the characters and roughing them up a bit. It makes life interesting. 🙂


Chapter 1

Metal clashed against metal. By now she was so used to the jarring feeling of each blow; it had become a part of her. A grimace crossed her face when her sandals sank into the blood soaked mud underneath her feet. “I just had these fixed,” she growled at the last man she faced.

He scoffed as pushed her back. It didn’t surprise him when she flipped out of his reach. If he hadn’t known before that she was a skilled fighter, he did after watching her cut down many of his fellow bandits. “You can get them cleaned,” he growled before swinging his ax at her again. “If I let you walk away from this.”

She dodged with almost no effort. Times like this she really wondered what drew her master to this sort of life. Chocolate eyes rolled when she heard horses coming from behind. “Do you really need to be any more cliché?” she asked plainly.

There are five more attacking from behind. One is armed with a pistol and another has a net.

Natsu straightened as she stood straight. The demon inside of her wouldn’t stand for her to be hurt. She would survive being shot, but it would not be pleasant. Arahabaki was a brat that way. She glanced over her shoulder and gave the men behind her a smile. “Arahabaki,” she called out.

The men around her all screamed as Arababaki’s powers erupted from her. A black and green mist surrounded each man and slowly ripped them to shreds. Natsu slowly approached the man that had been the leader of the bandit gang that attacked her. “I was going easy on you,” she said as he stood horrified. “But now you went and cheated, and I can’t let that slide.” She frowned as the scent of urine reached her nose. “That’s just gross,” she muttered before turning her back on him and walking towards her traveling bag.

Natsu looked up at the sky and sighed as the clouds rolled by. She could remember another set of screams on another day that were higher in pitch, but just as terrified. Tears threatened to appear as she took a step and felt blood soaking through her socks to her feet.

“Come, Arahabaki,” she snapped. She didn’t wait to see the carnage her demon caused. She didn’t need to. It was a nightmare she lived with ever since that first summoning.

You really have to let that go.

She wouldn’t acknowledge the demon. But it was starting to grow more and more difficult since she had stopped travelling with Leixia and the others. In the past five years, their travels had accomplished nothing in her search for her master. They only wandered, helped that handsome Grecian in battling the Soul Edge, wandered more and uncovered secrets that were better left buried. Natsu needed more. She needed to find Taki.

You want to know if the rumors are true. You don’t really care if she’s alive or dead. You need to know if she’s really your mother.

Natsu reached a small stream and quickly plunged her feet into it. The cold bothered her, but it would shut Arahabaki up for a while. Since she needed to think, she could deal with the water temperature. A smirk crossed her face as she sat in the water and settled in to meditate.

She didn’t know how long she sat there. She really couldn’t bring herself to care. But the sound of horses brought her out of her inner world. Natsu turned and instantly spotted a man she hadn’t seen in years. By his side was another, older man with a savage scar over his eyes and greying blonde hair. Natsu tilted her head to the side as she took in his appearance.

Patroklos hadn’t changed much over the years. His hair was still a study of wild curls. His clothes still as pristine as the day she met him. The main thing that had changed about him were his eyes. They used to hold the conviction of someone that knew he was going to do the right thing. Now they held shadows that housed nightmares.

The trio staying in their stalemate for a long moment. Natsu finally smiled, she would have to get rid of them soon so her quest could continue. “So, what brings you two to my neck of the world?” she asked easily.

A frown crossed his face. “I’m on a mission,” he replied. His voice had also gotten deeper.

Poor Patroklos, always so serious. He wouldn’t understand someone like you. He loves his light too much for us.

Natsu stood and was relieved when she saw that the blood was now gone from her clothes. “Mission? That sounds ominous.”

His horse stepped forward and carefully sipped at the water around her. Patroklos shrugged. “We have reason to believe that the swords are calling to warriors again.” He spied the way color drained from her eyes and continued. “I am having dreams. Pyrrah had nightmares so bad that she left home two weeks ago. We’re trying to find her before Soul Edge or Tira find her.”

Natsu frowned as she thought about all the stories Taki had told her about the two swords. Her eyes then turned to the mountain of a man that wore a dark cloak and large sword. “You’re on a quest for the swords as well?” she asked as she made her way out of the water. When he stayed silent, she raked her eyes over his form. There was something familiar about him, and she couldn’t help the childish words that escaped her. “Aren’t you kinda old?”

“Natsu,” Patroklos snapped. When she blinked at him, he took note of the dark shadows under her eyes. “This is Siegfried. He’s… dealt with both the Soul Edge, and Soul Calibur before.”

Siegfried. The man that ripped out Taki’s heart. Natsu looked at him again, this time her eyes more critically assessing. There was no denying that he was handsome. But there was a haunted look about him. And the way he was staring at her, it was a little unnerving. She turned her attention to Patroklos and folded her arms under her chest. “I’m not impressed. But what brings you out this far?”

“We’re looking for a friend of mine. If we are to destroy the swords for all time, then her skills may be needed,” Siegfried answered.

Natsu looked at him. She had a feeling she knew where this was going. “Who are you looking for?”

“A Fu-Ma ninja named Taki.”

Let me kill him! He hurt her before. I won’t give him the chance to do it again!

Natsu blinked as she mentally tried to calm Arahabaki. “She’s been gone for years,” she said before going to her own bag. “I’m still looking for her.”

Siegfried dismounted his horse and slowly approached the young woman. “Then it would be best if we worked together.”

“No.” Shaking hands reached for her blades.

Patroklos jumped from his own mount as her voice changed to the dark, sibilant tone of the possessed. “Natsu, it’s fine,” he said quickly. He had dealt with her demon only once before and even then Leixia had been the one to calm her down. Now he didn’t know what he was going to do with her. “Siegfried and I can go on. We don’t have to work together.” He stopped and inhaled sharply when her body became surrounded by a green glow.

“He won’t hurt her again!” Natsu shouted before launching herself at Siegfried. Growls escaped her as her attack was blocked by his sword. “She was broken over her choice! I won’t do that to her! Not when I can kill you!”

Siegfried blocked and deflected blow after blow, until Natsu’s ranting started to make sense. If the girl didn’t know who her parents really were, the demon inside of her did. As her blade scraped against his armor, he grabbed her by the back of her top and threw her against a tree. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said as she picked herself up off of the ground. “I only want to find Taki and ask for her help.”

As expected, Natsu rushed at him again. Siegfried slammed his shoulder into her chest, throwing her to the ground again. The feeling of something cutting the sides of his face stopped him from going after her. This time when she jumped to her feet, Natsu’s brown eyes glowed red. “Do you know how many nights I saw her cry over you?” she asked.

Patroklos readied his sword at the sound of her voice. It was completely different than what it was before. Whoever this was about to attack Siegfried, it was not Natsu.

Siegfried lowered his sword slightly. “There were many nights when I wanted to go to her, but I couldn’t leave my quest behind. Now I think if I would have, things would be different now.”

She attacked. When she was close enough, she would try to get at him with her blades or feet. When he pushed her away, she would throw her kunai at him. Natsu landed a kick to his chest, knocking him off of his feet and smiled viciously. Before he could get up, she planted her foot on his chest and the tip of her blade at her throat. “Nothing would be different. And she’ll never know that.”

“You would have had your father. And your mother would have been able to keep you.” Siegfried saw the shock in her eyes and swept her feet from under her. As he came to his feet, he grabbed her by her neck. “This isn’t how I wanted this to go,” he mumbled before slamming his fist into her face. As her body went limp, Siegfried felt the cool kiss of a blade at his throat. “Patroklos,” he said with a sigh.

“Let her go,” the younger man said. A fight was a fight. But he would not sit back and let his mentor hurt her unnecessarily. “She doesn’t want to come with us.”

Siegfried looked at Patroklos. “She’s coming with us.” He shifted his hold on her and cradled her close.

“Why? And what did she mean by those ramblings?”

Saddened blue eyes looked at the girl. The journal descriptions were off. While she did have his mother’s coloring, she had her mother’s face. “She believes I hurt Taki,” he said quietly. “And I need to make this right.”

Patroklos shook his head. “She’s not going to want to listen to you,” he said sheathing his own blade. “I don’t know why you’re trying so hard.”

Siegfried looked at the girl in his arms. The girl that his own actions caused to damn. “Why are you trying so hard to find Pyrrah?” he asked suddenly.

Emerald eyes blinked. “She’s family.”

Siegfried nodded as he placed Natsu on the ground and started to make camp. “Exactly.”

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Blood Ties- Prologue

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Prologue

I remember when I first met him. He was so young and so idealistic that I couldn’t help but hate him. No, that isn’t completely true. I was envious of his innocence. I was 22 and he was only 17. He believed everything could be set right with the might of his sword. I was jaded enough to know better.

He became corrupted in the name of good. Listening to the stories of the Azure Nightmare made me ill. And hearing of the horrors and atrocities this good, good boy inflicted broke my heart.

I’m ashamed to admit there was a part of me that was glad he had fallen. I would never wish Nightmare on anyone. But he made Siegfried less clean.

By the time he was able to free himself, he was a changed man. Gone was the boy who wanted to save the world with his might. In his place was a scarred man hell-bent on ridding the world of the evil of Soul Edge.

We met again on the evening where I was my most betrayed. Heishiro had taken the Soul Edge and ran. I knew he wanted it, but on some level, I had thought our travels changed his mind. They didn’t.

I had to fight a man I considered a friend. And in the end, I lost.

When I came to, I looked up into a pair of impossibly blue eyes. He had come in search of the sword as well. That was when I learned about the Spirit sword. That was the beginning and the end of us.

We traveled together after that. The need to destroy the Cursed Sword rode both of us. My occupation as a Demon Hunter would allow nothing less, but for him, this was personal.

I tried to tell him that. Soul Calibur was no better than Soul Edge. Both swords wanted absolutes. Either way, they would lead to his demise.

He didn’t believe me. And in a way, I didn’t want to believe me. Over the years he and I traveled together, I started to fall for him. Siegfried was tortured by his past, and all he wanted was to make amends. But there were times that I could see glimpses of the man he would have been. When we found Algol’s stronghold I was torn by my feelings and my knowledge.

The night before we went off in search of the Soul Edge, Siegfried and I shared one night.

A night that I will treasure forever.

In those dark hours, it was only the two of us. Not as warriors, but as a man and his woman. And I refuse to lie to myself any longer. I am his woman.

But when first light came, I left him. I fought on my own to find Algol. He fought on his own for the same purpose. Siegfried got there before I did and fought the Hero King. The Heavens were ripped open and Chaos was about to take over. When he killed Algol and destroyed Soul Edge, the scales of balance were tipped.

There was no other choice for me. And I will hate myself forever for it.

As Siegfried stood victorious, I ran him through with my own blade. He questioned his methods as the power of the Soul Calibur slowly over took him. I couldn’t tell him what I really wanted to. We both knew that the Spirit Sword was just as bad as the Cursed Blade. He wanted to use one to defeat the other, when he had to defeat himself first.

I left him on that tower. He was encased in ice, dead to me. Both swords were gone from this world. The rip in time and space sealed up, leaving nothing but the slowly dawning sky. I ran away, knowing that I would never forgive myself for destroying my love.

It wasn’t until I reached home that I realized exactly what I had done. My cycle hadn’t come, and I had been feeling ill. I went to Chie to see what she thought. It was as I feared. In leaving Siegfried to his fate, I damned the child I was carrying to a life without a father.

In the Fu-Ma clan, unwed mothers were frowned upon. Knowing that the father was once the Azure Nightmare would have made it an instant target. So I left. In my travels over the years I made a lot of friends. I went to China and stayed in the home of Xianghua and her betrothed. I gave birth to the most precious of little girls. She looked like the description of her father’s mother. But there was a darkness in her that I couldn’t describe.

I took her to a village elder and discovered that because of both me and Siegfried, a demon bonded with her. My precious daughter was only days old and a target for many.

The only place I could take her was back to my clan. I told them all she was an orphan I found and begged Chie to take her in. I’ve been watching over her ever since.

She has become my prize pupil. Of course there are a few things I find disturbing. But lately I notice the shadows under her eyes. She doesn’t think I know about how she wakes up screaming. I need to find the home of Arahabaki. At this point I would make a deal with the devil himself to save my daughter. Especially after what happened to Sophitia and her family.

The cycle of the two swords is coming around again. I can only pray that Fate will be kinder to my Natsu-chan, than she was to Siegfried and me.

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Blue eyes looked over the journal he had been given. The small innkeeper stood stoically with her shoulders drawn back. There weren’t many that would look at him in such a way. Not if they knew his history. “This is all she left?” he asked in Japanese.

She slowly nodded before returning to the counter of her establishment. She knew who the man in front of her was. Her dear friend spoke of him so often it was almost as if she had been on their adventures herself.

He tapped his fingers on the leather bound spine as he tried to think of a way to communicate with this woman that involved more than yes or no questions. A frustrated sigh left him as he dropped his shoulders and gave her a pleading look. “I need to find this Natsu girl. Do you know where she went?”

The silent woman’s hand flashed. He ducked just as a blade flew across the inn and struck a map on the wall. When he turned wide eyes on her, she simply smiled and arched an eyebrow.

He turned to the map and saw the knife had landed on a familiar village in China. He looked at the innkeeper and nodded. “Thank you Chie,” he said before leaving.

Chie’s smile blossomed as he walked out of her door. Taki’s disappearance had disturbed them all. Hopefully, between the man she loved and the daughter she adored, the Kunochi could be found.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Soul Calibur, its characters, those lovely people at NAMCO do. I’m doing this strictly for fun.

Somebody That I Used To Know…

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I’m not going to sit here and sing Gotye.

Over the past few weeks, I’ve been going back and forth over what I wanted to do with my writing. Some of this is even evident in my blog posts. But after talking with a couple of friends of mine, and after being impressed by my Facebook Buddy Ms.J, I’ve started another fan fic.

And with as many animes I watch, and games I play, I didn’t know where I wanted to go with my next fan fiction. There is so much to choose from! So I had put it on the table. Then I played Soul Calibur 5… I beat the story mode, found that not ever character has his/her own ending (like previous games) and got irked. The ending was sub-par at best. And it didn’t even touch on the other handful of new characters that could be used to flesh out an entirely new story that puts brother against sister in a battle of good vs evil!

An idea was struck! Now I’ve always had a girl-crush on Taki, and the character of Siegfried just called for me to mess with it. So when there popped up a new character named Natsu, who looked European and was Taki’s student, it was like a big flashing light!!!! I HAD to write it!

After that, Blood Ties was born. Or at least the prologue was. I had it all typed out and went to fanfiction.net to post my story. I was going to revive my career as Midori Bond… only to find out that they closed my account!!!

Okay, it isn’t CLOSED… my old stuff is up there. But I can’t sign in under that name. It’s a bummer, but hey, that’s not gonna stop me 🙂

So I went back to my original pen name… Yoake Halo.

It’s been eons since I wrote under that name, and it’s kinda comforting. I found some of my really, really old fic and was shocked by how good it was. So I’m excited about getting this out and getting my creativity flowing again. But for those of you that don’t want to go through all of the hassle of finding my fic, I’ll post it up here. I’ll end up giving it a page and when I update it on ff.net, I’ll do the same here.

So keep an eye out… Blood Ties will be coming soon. 🙂

Later folks!!!
Dawn 🙂

Is Not Liking Your Characters Wrong???

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Happy Labor Day to All!!!!

There is so much that I want to catch everyone up on!! This week Tangled Temptations is going to be free on the Kindle. That’s right… FREE!!!! It’s on sale from September 4th to the 8th. If you haven’t downloaded your copy, please jump on it 🙂

Maxwell Investigations Book 1

Tangled Temptations on Amazon

As for Precarious Possessions, Tia and I have determined that it should be ready this December. I know, it’s a far cry from May but we want it to be perfect. Besides, both of us have had a lot going on in our personal lives. It’s a downer, but it’s part of self-publishing.

As for the title of this post, I’m going to take this time to actually rant about myself for a minute. As we all know, I’ve been working on a few new projects. Dangerous Dalliances (Maxwell Investigations 3), as well as working on a new line. If you’ve seen me on Pintrest, I even have a couple of character specs. I’ve written what I’ve thought up to, and now as I’m looking back and reading it, I’ve come to a problem.

I don’t think I actually LIKE my Heroine and Hero!!!

I look online and everyone’s talking about how they adore their characters, I can’t seem to stand mine. Karson has done nothing but cry and Liam has been there for her, but he hasn’t shown up to be the alpha that I originally intended. It’s rather depressing.

And poor Barry… the woman who is the love of his life isn’t giving him the time of day… so naturally (since he’s based off my older brother) HE isn’t giving ME the time of day (the jerk). If he were real, I’d probably kick him… (and yes, I have kicked my brother when he’s acted like this with me… sorry Pete LOL).

Part of me wants to scrap what I have with Karson and Liam. I just may. There were other base ideas that I have that I think I can work on and get better results. That’s the good thing about having a twisted mind. The bad thing is that there are times when I feel like I have too much going on IN said twisted mind. That’s when I end up with a soap opera where 30 pages passed and nothing has really happened.

So right now aside from DD, Karson and Liam have had my attention, and a character that I had thought of for a storyline years ago wants some attention. I think I’ll give Anya a shot. Maybe she and her hero can make something out of the tangled mess that my mind is.

Thanks for listening to the rant!
Till Next Time!!!
Dawn 🙂

Writing Flow

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Hey all!

I’m sitting here looking at a blank screen and it’s bothering me. I have so much to do and nothing is going my way at the moment. A friend of mine just told me that her computer freaks out when she’s about to write a really good scene. My only advise to her would be to write it the old-fashioned way.

So it brings me to this question: What disrupts an author’s writing flow?

I personally was trying to write out a scene where the Heroine confronts the Villain for the first time, and it was supposed to be the tense moment where there’s a lot of shouting and anger just rolling in the air…

And the song “Call Me Maybe” was stuck in my head.

I tried everything to get it out. Meditating, yoga, show tunes, My Chemical Romance, walking away from the computer… And when I didn’t hear those saccharine sweet pop vocals in my head I sat back down and started writing!!!

Just to type the words “This is crazy, here’s my number.”

I wanted to cry. I wanted to slam my head on the table. I wanted to throw my daughter’s iPod out on to the deck….

I hit delete. And I grumbled and fussed until I finished out that scene. It wasn’t as epic as I thought but I was able to get through it.

Now the problem that I’m facing is that now that’s I’ve fought THAT fight, I don’t know what else to do! I mean, I know what scenes are next, but finding the actual words for them… that’s the challenge.

As of right now, I have no idea how I’m going to combat this interruption of Writer’s Block. But know, I’ll keep you all posted!!!

See Ya All Later!!!!
Dawn 🙂