Title: Room of Angels

Author: Black Jinx

Rating: T

Summary: Kia was just released from her hospital, and only has one option on where to stay: at her uncle K's apartment. It doesn't take long for her to find out the Karakuridoji secret, and has her own plans. But there's something about her that's unsettling, even for Vice. It feels as though as they had met before, and in a way that would affect their futures forever.

Disclaimer: I do not own Karakuridoji ULTIMO or it's characters. All oc's belong to their rightful owners.

It's changed, hasn't it. Our relationship, that is.

Chapter 1: Enter Kia

Kashchenko Hospital. Also known as Kanatchikova dacha, which was suppossed to mean Kanatchikova's cottage. A hospital for the mentally affected. Either way, she knew what it really was.

An asylum. For wackos.

She didn't belong here, or at least that's what she wanted to believe. Suppossedly she was put into this place for something like schizophrenia or other. Rin didn't really have voices in her head. If she really was put in here for a reason, it would have to be for dysphoria.

After all, her father was the reason she was put into this place.

Kia sighed deeply, staring out her barred window, the glass reflecting her hazel back at her. It did nothing but snow here in the northern part of Russia. And like the snow, Kia had grown to be as cold and severe. Being only fifteen years old, she had almost lived in the hospital for three years. Her black hair fell on her shoulders, parts of it nearly reaching to her butt, and it was messy from the refusal to brush her hair.

Barely anyone came to visit her. Even her uncle, K, with his buck-toothed face and disheveled appearance, had stopped coming. In reality, he was the only one who would visit her, usually bringing a new stuffed animal or gift with him. But most of the stuff she had she gave away to the smaller children.

She wore a simple white long sleeve shirt, and white cotton pants. The only thing that wasn't white on her were her two black fingerless gloves that covered her wrists, hiding from others what she didn't want them to know. Sitting at her small one-drawer metal desk, sheets upon sheets of drawings littered her room and covered the walls, held up by the tape she was allowed to have.

Other girls her age would draw hearts and butterflies and cute little things that would make her gag. Macabre and horror, things that were disillusioned, misunderstood in a way, was her style. Yeah she could draw things as butterflies...being eaten by a spider covered in the skulls and bones of small children, sitting on a web of distortion and chaos woven from the blood of virgins. That little description alone got herself into a padded room with a straightjacket for a week.

A single bed was the only other thing in the room she was allowed to have...stark white pillow with white sheets and a white wool comforter. Everything in this freaking building was white! Rin swore sometimes that she even forgot what color was. Not even the kids were allowed to have markers or fingerpaints or even crayons, it was "too dangerous". She only partially understood half of what the staff told them.

A single knock on her door told her she had a visitors. Turning to face whoever had entered, she saw her usual doctor, Aleksandr, standing before her in his grey suit. "Good morning, Kia."

Kia gave a rude grunt in return. "What do you want?" she asked.

The elderly man shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know, I was just wondering if you would like some time away from the institute."

Upon hearing this, Kia snapped at attention. 'It was possible? I can actually leave this place?' thoughts ran through her mind. It sounded almost too good to be true. The doctor laughed at her. "Yes. It seems as though you have been on good behaviour lately, so you get a...vacation, in a way, from the hospital."

Kia wanted to jump for joy, until she heard the tone in his voice. "Wait a minute, old man. What's the catch?"

"We will be checking in now and again," he told her. "You're not completely off the hook. Now, do you have any ideas on who you would be able to stay with during your vacation?"

Kia rolled her eyes to the ceiling, trying to think. Only one person came to mind, and it almost seemed like a bad idea, but who else did she have?

"I do have one."

"I don't see as to why I have to go with to pick up some wretched human girl," Vice grumbled. He and K were riding the Tohoku Shinkansen bullet train to Hachinohe* in order to pick up some girl who K wouldn't stop talking about for the last week.

"Just, please Vice, please behave yourself?" K begged the doji. Vice looked away. "Evil does not need to behave."

Looking out the window, Vice again tried to imagine the girl using the information K had told him about. "A sweet and cute girl, she looks exactly like me!" K said. Black hair, dark eyes, weird ass glasses and buck-teeth. Vice shuddered at the thought.

"Oh and Vice," K added. "Don't bring up her mother."

Vice raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"She...passed away when Kia was little. Kia doesn't like to talk about it." Vice listened to K murmer about his sister Sachiko or whatever her name was.

Sachiko.

Why did that name sound so familiar?

A woman with straight black hair hanging down her shoulders. She sat on a porch, reading a book. "Mommy, mommy," a little girl called. A child, no more than five or six, wore a simple pink sundress. She had black hair like her mother, and bright hazel eyes.

Vice felt the train lurch to a stop. Looking out the window, he could see a girl, maybe fourteen or fifteen years of age, sitting on a bench. She had long black hair tied into a messy braid and then put into a bun, her hazel eyes looking to the ground. The girl must have been waiting for someone.

K pointed her out to Vice, and said "that's her right there."

Vice stared in disbelief. She didn't have rat-like buck-teeth, or looked creepy whatsoever. In fact, she almost looked scared and shy, and cute, if Vice said so himself.

Noticing the train had stopped, she picked up her bags, and boarded along with several other passengers. She looked around, like she was trying to find someone, and noticed K. A smile appeared on her face, and she ran over to him.

"Uncle K!" she exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug.

"Hey sweetheart," K replied. "How've you been doing?" Releasing the girl, she almost looked estatic to see him, and Vice wondered how any person could be happy to see him.

"Good, good." By now, Vice had caught her attention. "Who's this?" she asked.

Mommy.

Sorry it seemed a little rushed or the characters were a little ooc-ish. I promise it gets better as it goes (i hope). And please review NO FLAMERS!