The third installment of the extravagant Unforgivable Sins series is here! As I have said many time before, the setting is Japan.
Change of plans!!! I originally had Japanese mixed in with the English, but never mind!!! I think it's too confusing for non Japanese lovers. Maybe that was why no one was reading this story... So heres the first chapter in all English!!!
Go to my website to see Kiara, her motorcycle, her weapon, Kaemon, his motorcycle, his weapon, and Seiren!!!
"Shaking in red, in red, in red. To the edge of the dream, of the dream. We can't be separated... Already, every time when I'm stifled to death after I give up again and again. My emotions that have no place to go wake me up...."
I jolted upright from my bed, scanning my dark room for the source of this blasting noise.
My eyes rested on my phone that was lying on my nightstand.
My phone was flashing colors on the screen while playing my ring tone called Two Heartbeats and the Red Sin By On/Off.
I stifled a yawn as I snatched up the phone and opened it without looking at the Caller ID.
"Yes?"
"Good Morning!"
I glanced at the digital clock sitting on my nightstand, it's blue numbers shining the time- 4:30am
"How dare you say Good Morning all cheerfully at four in the fucking morning!!!!!" I said coldly.
"Okay, Miss Grumpyness!"
I yawned purposefully in the phone. "Yeah, so what do you want, Kaemon?"
"Another demon has been spotted. We have to take care of it now, before it's too late... I awoke you this early so we could grab a cup of coffee on the way."
"Eh?" I sighed, "Oh... Okay, I guess I'll meet you at the little coffee shop we always go to in... eh... 10 minutes?"
"Yes. See you then, Kiara!" With that, the line went dead.
I snapped my phone shut and glanced around the room, before sliding my feet onto the floor and slowly standing up.
I quickly walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light.
As usual, I looked like a train wreck.
My black hair, with its purple highlights, was sticking up all over the place. I looked like Frankensteins Wife.
I took a brush and fixed my hair back to normal.
I then turned on the cold water and splashed some water on my face.
When that was over with, I applied my eyeliner and mascara, making me look my usual dark self.
Walking back into my room, I flipped on the light and walked to my closet.
I slid open the doors and walked in.
Yes, it's a walk-in closet.
Dang, I'm too tired to do this! When I'm tired I'm cranky.
Ha ha. I feel bad for the demon I meet today.
The demon is going to beg for Kaemon to kill it than me, because I'm cranky and would take all my crankiness out on the demon.
Oh well. Demons fault for choosing the early morning.
I slipped on my Shadowhunter garments easily.
The garment was an all black ninja-style suit.
Well, almost all black.
The sleeves were a sort of burgundy color.
I slipped on my gloves which came up to my elbows. They too, were a burgundy color.
I proceeded to pull on my burgaundy socks that ended below my knees. I pulled them on over my suit.
I plucked my black sandals from off the floor and carried them out to the living room area.
I set them down by the door (you're not supposed to walk around the house in your shoes), and grabbed a granola bar from off of the counter.
As I munched thoughtfully on my granola bar, the cinnamon apple flavor bursting in my mouth, I slid my two Nasek Serpant daggers in their sheaths which rested on either side of my hips.
I finished my bar, brushed my teeth, and was out the door in no time at all.
I rushed to my mini garage and punched the code to open the door.
As it was sliding up, I saw my beautifully fast motorcycle.
She's a Honda CBR1100XX Super Blackbird. She can do 178 mph; She's perfect for chasing down demons and kicking their asses.
I slipped on my mask, it covered my mouth and nose. It was like the masks the doctors use except its burgundy and its a cloth-like material. Like my outfit.
I threw my leg over the side of my baby and plopped gracefully down.
Revving the engine I made sure no cars were passing by and when no one came, I shot out from my garage and flew down the street, the garage door closing behind me.
I didn't forget to wear my floor length, black coat to conceal my two deadly weapons from human eyes. I choose not to wear it. Why?
Simple. Because no one cares. The area I live in is extremely close to the Hunters Association. Which means that a lot of the people living in this area, are not all humans.
Actually, most of them aren't humans. They're either Downworlders, Faeries, Vampires, Werwolves, and two of them are demon slaying Shadowhunters. Who are those two?
Me and Kaemon, of course.
When I say I kill demons, you think of Vampires, Werewolves, and Downworlders, right?
No. Those aren't demons.
Demons are creepy, ugly, sometimes slimy, creatures with disgusting nests and habits.
The most common are the Raum, spider-like creatures who feast on anything and everything; the Oni, huge ogre-like creatures; the Kuri, flame dancers (they can manipulate and create fire); the Moloch, the live in the earth and they can control the earth; the Drevak, small but deadly (they remind me of little Gollums except they have razor like teeth and their bites are very poisonous); and the Orbeski, winged beasts whose favorite food is humans and faeries.
They're plenty other demons, but these are the ones I see and kill most often.
So as you can tell, I don't kill Vampires, Werwolves, Downworlders, or Faeries.
Oh, and Downworlders are demon-like beasts. But they behave nothing like demons. They behave opposite from Demons.
Wait... No. I mean, I usually don't kill Vampires, Werewolves, Downworlders, or Faeries.
I only kill the bad ones. Which I rarely have to do because they all stay within their boundaries.
I arrived at the little coffee shop in two minutes.
I parked my motorcylce next to a Yamaha YZF R1 motorcycle- Kaemons motorcycle.
Walking up to the door, a man in all black with a hood covering his face stood up and blocked the door.
"No humans allowed." He said.
I smirked and in one quick, fluid motion I had my dagger up to his neck.
He froze.
I pressed the tip of the dagger lightly to his neck and with my other hand I pushed his hood off of his face.
He had bright, green eyes and curly black hair. At the top of his head were two black horns.
I recognized him immediately.
As did he.
"Uh... Er... Good morning Miss Kiara. Sorry, you can enter, my apologies."
"Yeah, That's what I thought, Ichiru."
I put my dagger back into its sheath and he moved aside, putting his hood back up.
I stepped into the coffee shop, the strong smell of coffee hitting me like a wave. I inhaled dreamily and scanned the room for Kaemon.
I spotted the back of his head. His brown hair sticking up purposefully making his scene hair look awsome.
He was also wearing his garments. His had no burgundy in it. His outfit is completely black.
The neckline of his garment was different than mine, however. Mine was shaped more femininely and his was more masculine. His neckline went up to the beginning of his neck and made a little V shape, leaving his entire neck exposed. My garment didn't even touch my neck, it went around my neck in a huge oval shape and exposed a little of my shoulders.
I gave a little wave to the shop owner and he smiled at me, exposing his razor sharp, wolf-like teeth.
A Faerie waitress, and my sister (my second best friend since Kaemon is my first) was serving coffee to two people with cat tails, whiskers, cat eyes, and tails.
Her name is Seiren and she's the same age as me, 19. We're birthday buddies. Are birthdays are both on August 31.
She saw me enter and when she was done serving the cats, she ran up to me and gave me a big hug. Who knew a petite Faerie like herself could hug so strongly?
I giggled and hugged her back.
She squealed and let go of me.
"I wanted a hug!!! I didn't want you to squeeze all the life out of me!!" She squealed, hugging her sides.
I smiled. "Sorry! I haven't had my coffee yet..." I trailed off, hoping she would catch on.
"Oh, okay. One coffee with a lot of sugar and vanilla cream coming up!" She said before walking back to the kitchen, her aqua colored wings swishing as she ran gracefully into the kitchen. Her long, beautiful, green hair was pulled up into a bun. She always would complain about her hair getting in the way of her wings and her face, but when I told her one day to cut it she squealed and said, "NO!!!! I could never cut it! It's staying the length it is!!"
Eventually, I came up with the idea to put it up in a bun, and it's been in a bun ever since that day three months ago.
I continued my journey towards the couch in which Kaemon was occupying.
I plopped down lightly next to him.
He set his coffee down on the table and turned me, smiling cheerfully. "Took ya long enough! For a moment I thought you were at that vamps house, giving him your blood in a very naughty way. I was considering going over there and dragging you back here."
My eyes widened and I slapped him in the back of the head, hard.
"Ow!! Ow! What the hell was that for?!" he said sarcastically, holding his head and cringing away from me all the while a smile was on his lips.
I sighed. "You know why."
He straightned up and put an arm loosely around me.
''I was kidding! But seriously, what took you so damn long?''
I glared at him and said, "Ichiru had his hood all the way over his face and didn't know who I was."
His eyes widened, "Please tell me you didn't cut him or throw him again?!" He started to get up, but I yanked him back down.
"Noo. I did, however, put my dagger up to his neck. Oh! I also threw his hood off of his face and made him think I was going to actually hurt him. All I did was give him a little scare to wake him up. Nothing else. Honestly!"
He relaxed and took another sip of his coffee. "Oh good."
Before I could ask him about the demon, Seiren arrived with my coffee and handed it to me gingerly, like if she squeezed too hard, it would burst.
I took it and put it up to my nose, inhaling the delicious vanilla smell. "Mmm, Thank-you!!!"
She giggled, "You're welcome!" she said cheerfully. After giving Kaemon a quick wink she turned and skipped delicately into the kitchen to get more coffee and cookies for everyone else who ordered.
"So," I said after taking a long sip of my perfect coffee, "Who's the Demon we're after?"
He put his coffee back down and his face turned serious. "A pack of Orbeski Demons. I believe there's only 10."
Great. Them. I really hate those things. They're so annoying because when you try to give the finishing blow, they fly away!
"Only 10. You make it sound like it's nothing. Well, let's go, shall we?"
"Mmm. Yeah, let's go. After this, I'm going back to bed." He said, getting up and walking out the door with a wave to the owner.
I sighed. Going to bed sounds great. Ugh. I took a huge gulp of my coffee, chugging down the rest of it's goodness before getting up and following him out the door.
He was on his blue YZF R1, his engine purring, waiting for me.
I hopped onto my Blackbird and started the engine.
"Ready?" I said.
"Damn right I am!"
I laughed and he pulled out, jetting down the street, my motorcycle directly behind him as we raced towards the woods.
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