Macabre Dreams
Prologue
"Nostrade-sama!"
Ohoho, bunnies are dancing on the walls. They're so colorful!
"Nostrade-sama, come back!"
Drink in hand, a middle-aged man stumbled through the crowd. Closer to the beverage table, further from his sad excuse for a bodyguard. It was so easy to get lost here in a party. Full of heated bodies and pounding music, lights flying across their faces.
"Nostrade-sama! No-…"
The desperate calls were swallowed up by the DJ's notes, leaving Light Nostrade to drink to his heart's content.
There are sugar cubes in the cups! He thought in outrage, poking the cold objects floating in the fountain. After much observation, the man picked one up and gingerly placed it in his mouth. Then roughly bit down.
"Ow!"
Beside him, a young red-head giggled. Large violet eyes sparkled as she handed him a napkin. "It's not wise to bite into ice cubes, Chairman."
Nostrad stared expressionlessly at the teenage girl, critical examining going on in his drunken mind. The girl had long, red curls that ended below her waist. Not the dyed kind. Natural, lush red hair. Her violet eyes gleamed against flawless pale skin, dark eyelashes contrasting beautifully. She was dressed in a gothic Lolita fashion, skirt flaring out to her knees.
What she lacks in cleavage, she makes up for in curves. The old man thought appreciatively, dirty scenes grazing his consciousness. With a rather lopsided grin, he took a gloved hand in his and brought it to his lips. "What brings you here, lil' beauty?"
She giggled. "It's a party, Chairman. Why wouldn't I be here? Though I have to admit," A step closer, a flirtatious smile, "I'm getting quite bored."
"I know a game." Nostrade declared proudly, gently – or at least, in his mind – pulling the young maiden away from the crowds. "It's hidden in that closet. How old are you?"
"Fifteen."
"Good enough."
He was now very glad he had managed to slip from his bodyguard's supervision. Very glad indeed.
As Nostrade stepped into the closet behind the red-head, he took a moment to lock the door. Then he approached her, though his eyes had yet to adjust to the dim lighting.
His hands found a fistful of fabric. His face found a fist to his nose.
Stunned, Nostrade staggered back and fell to the floor, a sharp object digging into his throat.
"Good night, Chairman."
He didn't get a chance to yell, to scream, before the world went entirely black and silent. The last thing Light Nostrade saw was the eerie glowing violet irises inches from his face.
It was a silent kill.
With a swift flick of the wrist, the red-head tossed her dagger to the side, a pleased grin on her pink lips. "Sweet nightmares, pervert."
TBC…
Yuuki: Weird idea I got while out grocery shopping with the family~ Prologues are meant to be short, kay? Rest will be long~ AHHH! I'm so excited for this story! (though I should be working on Surreal Reality right now) Mysteries are the whole reason I started reading ;D And I've always wanted to write one…I've got a humor/mystery on the back burner but it's not the same as this…cuz of the comedy
Killua: red-head…if you hadn't said young girl, I would've said Hisoka… -.-
Yuuki: …it could be you…or Hisoka…or Gon…Leorio…Kurapika…Machi…Menchi…Shizuku…even…TOMPA!
Leorio: you said CURVY!
Gon: *ever the good boy* I think Tompa's got curves D8
Kurapika: Yeah…round ones
Killua: *whacks Leorio* see what you've done? We're talking about MALE CURVES! On Tompa of all people!
Yuuki: soooo~ like the idea? Hate it? Should I trash MD or updateupdateupdate?
Hisoka: *sexy pose* Review~