Shadow Reaper
Page 37
“The Tanaka family only had one child. Akiko,” Mariko insisted, her voice shaking. “There were no other children.”
Ricco realized she was trembling. He reached out and took her hand, holding it tight, pressed against his chest over his heart. “There were three children, Mariko – two girls and one boy. Akiko was ten years older than her next sibling. Her sister. You, Mariko. You were three at the time of the murders.”
She shook her head, blinking back tears. He couldn’t imagine what her life had been like once her family was killed. With the way he’d been treated, he knew it couldn’t have been good.
“Two servants lay just to the right of Chiharu, cut down by Eiji and Hachiro Saito.”
Mariko made a sound of distress. He pulled her closer, sheltering her against his body.
“Osamu hates me with every breath she draws. If what you say is true, I understand so much more,” she whispered. She shook her head. “It can’t be true. The Tanaka family is a legend. They are spoken of with love and respect.”
“What I say is true. I have no reason to lie to you. On the contrary. I don’t come off in the best of lights. I came out of the shadows just as Eiji cut down the second servant. The two brothers came at me. I had no choice but to defend myself. I killed them both.”
“Are you saying that Eiji and Hachiro murdered the Tanaka family?”
He pulled her into his arms and held her. She was shaken. Who wouldn’t be? The official findings of the Tanaka family deaths were very different. She’d grown up believing exactly what the council members wanted her to believe. Those members were the fathers of the boys involved in the murders.
“They helped. Nao was the leader and he planned the entire thing. Eiji and Hachiro killed the servants and Kenta Ito murdered Daiki Tanaka, your father.”
“How could mere boys defeat Daiki Tanaka?” she asked, but he could see she was beginning to believe everything he said.
“Daiki could no longer ride the shadows, and he’d stopped training. He had married an American, a rope model, your mother. When she left him, their shadows were torn apart and he could no longer ride. She couldn’t remember she had a family. That’s the price we pay as riders. We can’t lightly go into a marriage. He wasn’t expecting such an attack on his household. He heard Akiko, his beloved daughter, scream and he rushed to save her, just as they knew he would. Kenta lay in wait for him and cut him to pieces with a sword. Nao had already killed Chiharu Tanaka and then he attacked Akiko.”
Ricco had heard Akiko’s screams, the pain and agony in her voice, while he fought off Eiji and Hachiro. He’d managed to kill Eiji first, sliding in around behind him and breaking his neck. Hachiro had been so shocked that the tip of his sword had tilted toward the ground for that one split second. Ricco had struck hard, slamming the flat of his hand on top of Hachiro’s sword hand, going in with three hard chops to the throat.
Hachiro staggered back and lost his footing and then slipped in all the blood on the floor. He went down hard, hitting his head against the ornate woodwork. That, Ricco was certain, was what saved his life. As he went after the other boy, Akiko’s screams, more urgent than ever now, hurt his ears, his foot slipped in the blood and left a long trail as he nearly impaled himself on Hachiro’s sword. The blade sliced across him, a deep, nasty wound that went across his entire chest.
Hachiro gasped and sliced a second time, this time dragging the tip across Ricco’s chest a second and third time before Ricco could catch his wrist, wrench the sword to one side and slam it back with as much of his body weight as possible. Hachiro’s eyes went wide and his mouth opened in a silent scream of protest. Of terror. Ricco couldn’t look away, and to this day, he woke up staring into those eyes.
The sword had nearly sliced Hachiro in two, the sharp blade cutting through flesh and bone far easier than Ricco had expected. Ricco was swimming in blood. He was certain he’d never get it off his skin. Sometimes, at night, when he woke in a sweat, he’d get in the shower and scrub until he was bleeding. He still felt the thick substance coating his skin.
He cleared his throat and looked down at her. This was the moment when she would understand. When she would condemn him for being late. “Akiko had put her brother and sister into a closet in an effort to save them.”
Ricco watched Mariko closely as he told her what her sister had done. Mariko had vaguely remembered being in that closet. With his explanation, she was remembering far more. He saw that the nightmares haunting her were beginning to make sense. She probably remembered bits and pieces of that night, all jumbled together and very horrifying. He hated being the one to tell her what had really happened to her family. Mostly he was ashamed that he hadn’t gotten there in time to save them.
“Akiko was very brave. She turned to fight Nao, but he was carrying a sword. Cheating. She’d defeated him in the trials and he wasn’t going to take a chance that she could fight him off. He was savage, cutting her up, and then he taunted her, told her he was going to violate her – rape her – and then kill you and your little brother. She screamed for help but I was the only one there to hear her cries, and I was fighting Eiji and Hachiro.”
It had taken him so long. Seconds, minutes, he didn’t know, only that he had arrived too late.
“What happened, Ricco? Don’t stop there.”
Her voice was so low he barely caught it. He couldn’t make the hearing of the death of her family any easier. There was no redemption for him. There would be that moment of realization that he could have prevented her family’s murders and then he would lose his chance at having the one woman he could love so much it terrified him.
He couldn’t stop himself. He caught her chin and lifted her face up to his, bending his throbbing head almost blindly to capture her mouth with his. He needed this moment to steady himself. To find the strength to give her the exact truth without trying to make himself anything but what he was: a screwup whose mistake had cost lives – the lives of her family. Nothing was harder to admit, because it meant she would be out of his life, and he’d know, as long as he lived, that he’d lost the one woman he could love through his own mistakes.
He kissed her. Gently. Reverently. Holding back the need and desire so urgent he hadn’t known need like that existed. He licked at her lips, tasting her sweetness. The promise of paradise. He savored her taste, grateful she didn’t pull away. He took his time, coaxing her lips, apart, teasing with his tongue and teeth, with his lips, until she made up her mind.
When her lips parted for him, he took over, elation and passion rising like a dark tide. His hands cupped her face, fingers sliding along the side of her neck, claiming as much of her as he could. He deepened the kiss, finding tenderness when he’d never had such a thing and never knew it was there inside of him all along, waiting for her.
Ricco realized she was trembling. He reached out and took her hand, holding it tight, pressed against his chest over his heart. “There were three children, Mariko – two girls and one boy. Akiko was ten years older than her next sibling. Her sister. You, Mariko. You were three at the time of the murders.”
She shook her head, blinking back tears. He couldn’t imagine what her life had been like once her family was killed. With the way he’d been treated, he knew it couldn’t have been good.
“Two servants lay just to the right of Chiharu, cut down by Eiji and Hachiro Saito.”
Mariko made a sound of distress. He pulled her closer, sheltering her against his body.
“Osamu hates me with every breath she draws. If what you say is true, I understand so much more,” she whispered. She shook her head. “It can’t be true. The Tanaka family is a legend. They are spoken of with love and respect.”
“What I say is true. I have no reason to lie to you. On the contrary. I don’t come off in the best of lights. I came out of the shadows just as Eiji cut down the second servant. The two brothers came at me. I had no choice but to defend myself. I killed them both.”
“Are you saying that Eiji and Hachiro murdered the Tanaka family?”
He pulled her into his arms and held her. She was shaken. Who wouldn’t be? The official findings of the Tanaka family deaths were very different. She’d grown up believing exactly what the council members wanted her to believe. Those members were the fathers of the boys involved in the murders.
“They helped. Nao was the leader and he planned the entire thing. Eiji and Hachiro killed the servants and Kenta Ito murdered Daiki Tanaka, your father.”
“How could mere boys defeat Daiki Tanaka?” she asked, but he could see she was beginning to believe everything he said.
“Daiki could no longer ride the shadows, and he’d stopped training. He had married an American, a rope model, your mother. When she left him, their shadows were torn apart and he could no longer ride. She couldn’t remember she had a family. That’s the price we pay as riders. We can’t lightly go into a marriage. He wasn’t expecting such an attack on his household. He heard Akiko, his beloved daughter, scream and he rushed to save her, just as they knew he would. Kenta lay in wait for him and cut him to pieces with a sword. Nao had already killed Chiharu Tanaka and then he attacked Akiko.”
Ricco had heard Akiko’s screams, the pain and agony in her voice, while he fought off Eiji and Hachiro. He’d managed to kill Eiji first, sliding in around behind him and breaking his neck. Hachiro had been so shocked that the tip of his sword had tilted toward the ground for that one split second. Ricco had struck hard, slamming the flat of his hand on top of Hachiro’s sword hand, going in with three hard chops to the throat.
Hachiro staggered back and lost his footing and then slipped in all the blood on the floor. He went down hard, hitting his head against the ornate woodwork. That, Ricco was certain, was what saved his life. As he went after the other boy, Akiko’s screams, more urgent than ever now, hurt his ears, his foot slipped in the blood and left a long trail as he nearly impaled himself on Hachiro’s sword. The blade sliced across him, a deep, nasty wound that went across his entire chest.
Hachiro gasped and sliced a second time, this time dragging the tip across Ricco’s chest a second and third time before Ricco could catch his wrist, wrench the sword to one side and slam it back with as much of his body weight as possible. Hachiro’s eyes went wide and his mouth opened in a silent scream of protest. Of terror. Ricco couldn’t look away, and to this day, he woke up staring into those eyes.
The sword had nearly sliced Hachiro in two, the sharp blade cutting through flesh and bone far easier than Ricco had expected. Ricco was swimming in blood. He was certain he’d never get it off his skin. Sometimes, at night, when he woke in a sweat, he’d get in the shower and scrub until he was bleeding. He still felt the thick substance coating his skin.
He cleared his throat and looked down at her. This was the moment when she would understand. When she would condemn him for being late. “Akiko had put her brother and sister into a closet in an effort to save them.”
Ricco watched Mariko closely as he told her what her sister had done. Mariko had vaguely remembered being in that closet. With his explanation, she was remembering far more. He saw that the nightmares haunting her were beginning to make sense. She probably remembered bits and pieces of that night, all jumbled together and very horrifying. He hated being the one to tell her what had really happened to her family. Mostly he was ashamed that he hadn’t gotten there in time to save them.
“Akiko was very brave. She turned to fight Nao, but he was carrying a sword. Cheating. She’d defeated him in the trials and he wasn’t going to take a chance that she could fight him off. He was savage, cutting her up, and then he taunted her, told her he was going to violate her – rape her – and then kill you and your little brother. She screamed for help but I was the only one there to hear her cries, and I was fighting Eiji and Hachiro.”
It had taken him so long. Seconds, minutes, he didn’t know, only that he had arrived too late.
“What happened, Ricco? Don’t stop there.”
Her voice was so low he barely caught it. He couldn’t make the hearing of the death of her family any easier. There was no redemption for him. There would be that moment of realization that he could have prevented her family’s murders and then he would lose his chance at having the one woman he could love so much it terrified him.
He couldn’t stop himself. He caught her chin and lifted her face up to his, bending his throbbing head almost blindly to capture her mouth with his. He needed this moment to steady himself. To find the strength to give her the exact truth without trying to make himself anything but what he was: a screwup whose mistake had cost lives – the lives of her family. Nothing was harder to admit, because it meant she would be out of his life, and he’d know, as long as he lived, that he’d lost the one woman he could love through his own mistakes.
He kissed her. Gently. Reverently. Holding back the need and desire so urgent he hadn’t known need like that existed. He licked at her lips, tasting her sweetness. The promise of paradise. He savored her taste, grateful she didn’t pull away. He took his time, coaxing her lips, apart, teasing with his tongue and teeth, with his lips, until she made up her mind.
When her lips parted for him, he took over, elation and passion rising like a dark tide. His hands cupped her face, fingers sliding along the side of her neck, claiming as much of her as he could. He deepened the kiss, finding tenderness when he’d never had such a thing and never knew it was there inside of him all along, waiting for her.
