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(A.N: Hey guys, it's Silver Sailor Ganymede here. This story is a co-write between myself and Amnesia Nymph. Now for the pairings: it'll eventually be HarukaMinako, MakotoMichiru, SetsunaAmi and ReiHotaru, so don't say we didn't warn you. Hope you like what we've done so far!)
Child's Play
By Amnesia Nymph and Silver Sailor Ganymede
Prologue
The way of a cliché is that even the most bizarre of tales often have predictable beginnings. It was not so in this case, however, as no one could have forseen the events that would occur on that still, bible-black night, nor indeed the consequences of these events, be they for good or ill.
Perhaps the best place to begin is with the person that inadvertantly caused all of this… or rather the death the sparked off the whole sordid affair, for the man himself was of little importance. Kou Seiya was, however, important enough to have been on first name terms with the boss of the local bosozoku, something that eventually lead to his downfall.
The inside of the warehouse would at first have seemed deserted, for it was so quiet in here that anyone present could have heard the waters outside lapping at the walls. It was such a calm night that no one would ever have predicted what was happening in there; I suppose that not even God himself would have guessed, if indeed such a god existed.
A sharp scream echoed out, and a man came into sight, agony lacing his every breath. His face was deathly pale, no doubt due to the blood pouring from his hands from where four of his fingers, two on each hand, had been chopped off. His clothes were torn and bloodstained, his chalk-coloured skin patterned with brusies.
A burly man forced him down onto the ground, two more punching him as he did so. In such a state he could not move. Oh what would they have thought had they seen Kou Seiya in such a way? He was not the beautiful demon he had been before, that much was sure.
"Leave him," a voice snapped two of the goons lay off, joining the many more that lay dotted around the edge of the warehous. The third however stayed, aiming another punch at Seiya's face for good measure. There was a sickening crack as his wrist broke before he could even make contact.
"You don't disobey me," the same voice from before spoke as an imperious figure stepped forward. Its face was masked, only the teal eyes shining through in the gloom. Other than that nothing could be seen, and it was impossible to tell if the figure, though obviously in charge there, was male or female. It turned to Seiya, whose hands were now bound behind him, and ran a finger along his bruised cheekbone.
"You don't disobey your masters," the voice whispered. "You just had to learn that the hard way. I would have settled with just depriving you of your fingers, but you've irked me once too much. This is the end for you; goodbye, Seiya-kun."
Such a light and taunting tone was beyond disturbing in the given situation. It only served to make Seiya feel even sicker than he already felt; he was going to die. He was going to die and all because of that bastard!
"Why are you doing this?" Seiya snarled.
"I have no use for disobediant mutts like you," came the reply, the tone tinged with dark, sadistic laughter. "Besides, this is nothing; murder is just child's play to me after all. You should really have learnt that by now, you fool."
He grabbed Seiya and threw him back into the wall with a sickening thud. The goons around the room began to snicker, but fell silent once again upon being met with a venomous look from those teal eyes.
Seiya choked, the salty taste of blood coming into his mouth and staining his lips, his skin becoming alabaster tinged with precious rubies. He was as good as dead already, he knew that much, so why should he have to die silent? The black-haired man threw back his head and screamed to high Heaven, though deepest Hell seemed where he was likely to end up.
"Damn you, Kaze. Damn you to Hell!"
The a gunshot rang out, piercing through the silence, and the man once known as Kou Seiya fell lifeless to the ground.
''Hide his body," the voice ordered. Two more men emerged from the shadows, not daring to look their commander in the eye. "And make sure no one ever knows about the wherabouts of Kou Seiya. If you mess up I'll do the same to you, understood?"
They nodded, their fear impossible to disguise, and hurried away, dragging the lead-like corpse behind them.
Outside the air was still enveloped in quiet tranquility. There were no hints as to the gruesome event that had just taken place. In fact there was nothing to suggest that anyone had ever been there at all.