Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Haikyuu!! Tags: temporary character death, necromancy, dark magic, demon Kuroo Wordcount: 568 words
He has to find Kuroo before it's too late. That's all Kenma can think as he sprints through the forest after Kuroo's weakening presence, heedless of the branches that are leaving angry scratches across his skin.
He's still too far away when he feels Kuroo fade entirely. He screams and puts on a final burst of speed to carry him to where Kuroo's lifeless body is lying on the ground riddled with arrows and sword wounds.
Technically he's too late, but that doesn't matter to him. Kuroo's spirit is still lingering nearby, and the mercenaries who thought it would be fun to kill a demon for sport are still nearby.
He pulls the arrows from Kuroo's body and sings a simple spell to return them to their owner. They fly back through the forest and all strike true. The archer doesn't even have a chance to cry out before his spirit departs from his body.
Kenma's already waiting with the second part of his spell. He calls the spirit back to him and uses it to weave a cage around Kuroo. Kuroo's a demon after all; it's easy to keep his spirit from going to far just by offering other spirits for it to eat.
One spirit won't hold for long though, not for as long as the rest of the spell will take, so Kenma turns his attention to the two other mercenaries. They fought with swords and knives, so they're a bit more difficult, but not by much. Kenma simply sings the words that tear their spirits from their bodies. They're forbidden words, but not particularly difficult ones; after all, everyone's spirit leaves their body eventually. Once they've been split, it's easy enough to weave them into his cage; three spirits should be enough to hold Kuroo for the time he needs.
With Kuroo's spirit secure for the time being, he turns his attention to Kuroo's body. Healing a body is easy; every body has songs of its own―the song of blood pulsing through veins, of air flowing through lungs, of muscles contracting and relaxing. Healing a body is just a matter of filling in the damaged pieces of the song.
He sets his hands on the first of the wounds and begins to sing the torn flesh back together. His own power runs out long before he finishes, but he pays it no mind and draws energy from other sources instead. Around him, trees wither and die and birds fall from the sky as he takes their life force and reshapes it to fill the holes in Kuroo's.
Finally, all that remains is to reunite Kuroo's spirit with his newly repaired body. Splitting a spirit from a body is easy; it's the natural progression of all things. Joining a spirit to a body is far more difficult; it's a power normally granted only to the gods.
He sings more loudly now, singing words never meant for mortal ears. Up in the heavens, an angel screams and falls as its grace is stripped from it and fed into Kenma's spell, tying Kuroo back together again.
By the time Kenma's song finally ends, his ears are bleeding, and there's not another living thing for a kilometer in any direction. Even the heavens are trembling in fear, but Kenma doesn't notice. All he cares about is Kuroo finally opening his eyes again and pulling him in close.
Fill: Team Grandstand, T
Tags: temporary character death, necromancy, dark magic, demon Kuroo
Wordcount: 568 words
He has to find Kuroo before it's too late. That's all Kenma can think as he sprints through the forest after Kuroo's weakening presence, heedless of the branches that are leaving angry scratches across his skin.
He's still too far away when he feels Kuroo fade entirely. He screams and puts on a final burst of speed to carry him to where Kuroo's lifeless body is lying on the ground riddled with arrows and sword wounds.
Technically he's too late, but that doesn't matter to him. Kuroo's spirit is still lingering nearby, and the mercenaries who thought it would be fun to kill a demon for sport are still nearby.
He pulls the arrows from Kuroo's body and sings a simple spell to return them to their owner. They fly back through the forest and all strike true. The archer doesn't even have a chance to cry out before his spirit departs from his body.
Kenma's already waiting with the second part of his spell. He calls the spirit back to him and uses it to weave a cage around Kuroo. Kuroo's a demon after all; it's easy to keep his spirit from going to far just by offering other spirits for it to eat.
One spirit won't hold for long though, not for as long as the rest of the spell will take, so Kenma turns his attention to the two other mercenaries. They fought with swords and knives, so they're a bit more difficult, but not by much. Kenma simply sings the words that tear their spirits from their bodies. They're forbidden words, but not particularly difficult ones; after all, everyone's spirit leaves their body eventually. Once they've been split, it's easy enough to weave them into his cage; three spirits should be enough to hold Kuroo for the time he needs.
With Kuroo's spirit secure for the time being, he turns his attention to Kuroo's body. Healing a body is easy; every body has songs of its own―the song of blood pulsing through veins, of air flowing through lungs, of muscles contracting and relaxing. Healing a body is just a matter of filling in the damaged pieces of the song.
He sets his hands on the first of the wounds and begins to sing the torn flesh back together. His own power runs out long before he finishes, but he pays it no mind and draws energy from other sources instead. Around him, trees wither and die and birds fall from the sky as he takes their life force and reshapes it to fill the holes in Kuroo's.
Finally, all that remains is to reunite Kuroo's spirit with his newly repaired body. Splitting a spirit from a body is easy; it's the natural progression of all things. Joining a spirit to a body is far more difficult; it's a power normally granted only to the gods.
He sings more loudly now, singing words never meant for mortal ears. Up in the heavens, an angel screams and falls as its grace is stripped from it and fed into Kenma's spell, tying Kuroo back together again.
By the time Kenma's song finally ends, his ears are bleeding, and there's not another living thing for a kilometer in any direction. Even the heavens are trembling in fear, but Kenma doesn't notice. All he cares about is Kuroo finally opening his eyes again and pulling him in close.