My second fanfic!! Okay as my first one was only a oneshot, I tried writing a real one... This is only the first chapter to see if it's worth continuing... So I'm planning on your reviews cause without them I won't know if there's even a reason to continue writing it... So I hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: i do not own Samurai Deeper Kyo... be happy I don't or all these great fanfics here wouldn't even exist! Although it would be very - ok ok, on to the story!
Chapter 1
Curious Brothers
Nighttime. A small room on the fourth floor. A blonde girl sitting on a small sofa, watching television. Pre-recorded laughter rings through the room and the girl's impassive face changes to wear a derisive expression. Life definitely wasn't a soap opera. So much, you learnt after having lived in Hell's Kitchen for some time. Hell's Kitchen? Hell yeah, that's how this neighbourhood is called. Quite well named, really.
Twelve years of a child's dreams of what was life… Well, she had quickly been disillusioned when she came to live here about four years ago. Four years since her brother's murder. Yuya clenched her hands around the remote.
She angrily shook of the vivid memories of her brother's death: revenge, that's what she was surviving for. Yes, surviving, for you could hardly say anybody lived in one of the most dangerous neighbourhoods of the city. Hell's Kitchen had made her hard; it ended up doing that all of its residents… that is to say, if it didn't kill them before. Killing was something else that people there always ended up doing. Sometimes, only at those times when the solid cocoon around her heart grew weaker, she wished she were in one of those meaningless TV-shows. But there was no time for weaknesses, Yuya always reminded herself, if she didn't want to end up dead on the pavement. That was the reality of her existence.
Yuya lifted her head to look at the hands of a clock hanging on the wall. Sighing, she stood up and went to her closet, changed into a short jeans skirt and a top and tied her hair into a high ponytail. She left the apartment and began climbing down flights of stairs. The silver surface of a small gun glinted on her thigh…
The sixteen year old quickly walked down the streets of worn-down, graffitied houses. She glanced around warily, her body tense while her steps directed her towards the Overdrive, a club where she worked as a bargirl. That was her legal job, as for her other occupations… better not talk about it. Everyone in the area was involved in something illegal; Hell's Kitchen was the perfect definition for the term "illegality", so how could it be otherwise?
The neon sign of the Overdrive shone through the night and the sound of Hip-Hop music amplified as she approached. Hard wasn't really the word to describe her, Yuya mused. It was just that the violence and pain now left her cold, she accepted them as a normal part of her life. "You wanna survive? Play the game." Someone had told her that at one of those times when she had though she would not be able to take it. And she had taken their advice…
"Hey shawty! What's up?"
She had reached the club and was now greeted by the bouncer.
"Hey Chaz!" A smile graced Yuya's face as she made her way through the crowd surrounding the doors.
"So… How about the two of us right after you're done here, huh?" Chaz joked as he hugged her and let her into the building.
"Ah, you're gonna have to try harder than that, man! And…I've stil got business to do."
"Oh." Chaz's smile disappeared. He looked worried. "Be careful, Yuya. "
"I'm gonna be, don't worry…"
And with that she finally stepped on the dance floor and made her way to the bar through a winding mass of densely packed people.
The end of her shift was nearing and Yuya was serving a drink and lightly flirting with some guy when her eyes fell on two men moving across the dance floor to the bar. "They got paper." was her first thought, her small flirt gone from her mind. They were both tall and, she saw, as they drew nearer, looked almost alike; they were probably brothers. The red long hair that fell over the eyes of one of them was the only feature that distinguished them. They both sat down at the bar, completely oblivious to the many girls' eyes following them.
Yuya immediately went up to them, smirking inwardly but a wide smile across her face. She needed money and these two came exactly at the right time. She could feel the other bargirl's angry eyes on her.
"Water, please." said the black haired one of the two. He had a smooth, juvenile face and wide blue eyes. His hair was short and he looked distinctly dishevelled.
Yuya quirked an eyebrow at the request and looked enquiringly at the second one.
"Sake" he said.
"Um – ok, give me a sec!"
Hmmm, the first one's easy but the red-haired one… interesting…
"There you go!" the blonde said, giving them the drinks, "So where're you guys from? Never saw you here before."
"We're – "started the short-haired one but he was silenced by his brother.
"None of your business."
"Kyo, don't be like that! I'm Kyoshiro and this is Kyo!"
Yuya beamed at him, her emerald eyes bright.
"Nice to meet you guys! I'm Yuya!"
Piercing red eyes fixed her. Kyo, who had been gazing moodily into the depths of his glass, was suddenly looking at her intently. She felt as if her mind, her heart, her soul, or whatever you wanted to call it, were left bare under his gaze.
"Yuya?" Kyoshiro's voice pulled her out of her trance-like state. "Yuya Shiina?"
"Um, yeah, how do you know?"
"Well, we've been looking for you all over. It's taken us ages." He seemed glad.
"Exactly and I'd've thought we'd find someone better than this underdeveloped brat." added Kyo, smirking.
"WHAT? SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU..." But Kyo was dispensed of hearing just exactly what he was by the loud voice of the DJ who was now addressing the crowd. Fuming, Yuya awaited the end of the DJ's tirade to continue her rant but Kyo telling his brother to get on with what they had come to do put her off. Now, this was definitely suspicious… Her hand edged towards her gun but –
"You won't need that one, woman." said Kyo contemptuously.
Startled, Yuya actually drew back. How did he know?
"Yuya-san, we have a lot to explain to you. But it's too loud in here, just come out on the street with us…"
Despite Kyoshiro's earnest look, Yuya stayed guarded. What if her intuition had failed her and the two weren't rich people after all? Damn, they might want revenge for that guy she'd killed a few days ago; he hadn't paid the speed he'd got from her gang...
"Please, Yuya-san! We have to talk to you, Muramasa sends us, he knew your brother Nozomu!"
Yuya gasped. Muramasa? The Muramasa Mibu? He was one of the richest men in the country! Were those two guy the Mibu brothers? And they said Muramasa Mibu knew her brother… Yuya was quite sure nobody in Hell's Kitchen knew his name.
"You're- You're the Mibu brothers? Muramasa-san? What does he want with me? "
"Come one, bitch. He told you we'd tell you outside."
Yuya was in such a daze that she didn't even notice Kyo caling her "bitch". Slowly, she came out from behind the bar and walking between Kyo and Kyoshiro, crossed the floor towards the exit. But suddenly a tattooed hand grabbed her wrist.
"Yuya-han! Where are you going? Who are these guys?"
The speaker was a young man, wearing a red and white striped bandana. He was watching the Mibu brothers and his eyes usually shut to thin slits, were now narrowed in suspicion.
"Oh Tora, these are…um… just friends!" Yuya lied in false cheery voice. "I'll be fine, okay?"
He didn't relinquish his grip.
"They look weird, Yuya-han. Stay here."
"I'm okay. I told you, they're just friends." She looked at him with what she intended to be a soothing smile but she looked more exasperated than anything else. "Benitora, I'm perfectly able to handle myself!"
He was going to mess up her chance of perhaps getting rich! Being looked for by a millionaire didn't happen any day! Okay, she was still doubtful but what if they were telling the truth? Yuya was already planning to become a little more violent to free herself but, with a swift movement of his arm, Kyo had already broken Benitora's grip on her hand and was pulling her along with him.
The strange trio had arrived outside. The light of a nearby streetlamp cast a misty orange gleam on the black sports car parked right in front of the club. They got luck it's still there!
"So what's it you guys wanted to tell me?"
"We've been sent by Muramasa, our father. He knew your brother and he's been looking for you since his death but you were impossible to find!" Kyoshiro explained. "You see, he promised Nozomu he would care for you if he died."
Yuya looked at him disbelievingly. There was no way this was true. Nobody helped a complete stranger… but then, if Muramasa indeed knew her brother then what Kyoshiro claimed could be the truth. Hope was blossoming somewhere deep within the cocoon, she had built around her heart but she said:
"Don't kid me! Who says you guys are telling the truth? I don't even know if you really are the Mibu brothers!"
Again, Kyo's penetrating stare met hers.
"We are." he stated. "And here's the proof you want."
He handed Yuya a piece of paper. She took it, frowning. Her eyes widened as she recognised her brother's handwriting:
Muramasa,
I have often told you about Yuya, my sister. I know I am asking you a great favour but I need to be sure she is safe. She is now almost 12 years old and has no family except me. In the event of my death, would you take her and care for her until she is 18 years old? You're the only one I can trust with her.
Shiina Nozumu.
Nii-sama… So he really knew Muramasa! I never knew… But then, there was so much he didn't tell me… She pressed the small letter, or rather note, to her chest. She was getting out of here! There were still people who thought of her, who had actually looked for her for four years! She looked up to see Kyoshiro smiling at her. Slowly, a smile formed on her face:
"I'm coming."
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I'm in two minds about this chapter.. you guys judge of it... R&R, please!
