This is going to be dark and twisted for a while but it shouldn't last, hopefully.

May you enjoy this.

Sailor Moon/Shaman King/Death Note

Naruto/Bleach/Karas/InuYasha

"At the Hands of the King"

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Chapter 1:

"Why?"

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"…This is just in—a pair of young women was reported missing tonight, a native of Yokohama and the other from Tokyo, bringing the total of missing people to 13 in the last 18 days. Unfortunately, 5 of those missing 13 were recovered as lifeless bodies missing their hearts, like all the others. It is feared that these poor ladies have fallen into the hands of the Heartless King. While the Great Detective L has stopped looking for Kira, who has seemed to have fallen silent, it is on the lips of everyone now involved with this case that L take up this cause and search for this madman before anymore lives are lost. So far, the Heartless King stands firm at 37 confirmed kills…"

The voice of the news anchor cut through the chemical fog of her brain, bringing her around enough to feel the dull ache in her cold hands over her head and in her chilled feet. She was stiff, sore and cold from being down here for so long. She could still feel the injection site in her arm, the faint ache of the metal needle that had gone to the bone. She was so out of it that a part of her was surprised that she was still conscious, still registering her surroundings.

The girl to her right was gone, so was the man two spots down to her left. She could hear the faint moaning of the others still in the room and the occasional clink of chain from movement. The smells of blood, sweat, mildew, chemicals and death hung in the air like some disgusting perfume. The walls, ceiling and floor was cold concrete and they had to be underground, in some place remote if no one could hear the screams of the new arrivals carry through the air ducts and vents.

The electric lights overhead were old, shedding a more yellowish light on the room. The chair in front of the television was empty, mercifully. She wasn't sure she could stand another round of drugs, now that she was coming down enough to see colors this time and not just shapeless blobs.

In a corner, there was sobbing and pleading but she was too out of it to make out what they were saying. Only the tone registered, only the tone. They were all grouped together, far from the rest of them chained along the walls, near the glass jars she had heard move around once. Someone was singing a little kid's song under their breath, apparently more conscious than she was….no, it was merely drugged rambling. It was the same as last time.

"No! No!" A female voice shrieked at the top of her lungs, the sounds of someone struggling as someone else, someone heavy walked down the concrete stairs with thudding booted feet. "Let me go, you son of a bitch! You fucking asshole! You had better let me go or I'll kick your ass!"

She vaguely remembered everyone brought in after her fighting back like that woman was doing. She could see the smudgy outfit that new arrival was wearing and it clearly wasn't something a real fighter would wear on the streets these days. This woman was all talk and apparently hadn't been the same kind of threat she, herself, had been so she wasn't drugged as soon as he pounced.

She heard the woman fight, even as he put this arrival in the shakles, taking the place of the man that had left. The woman soon fell silent with a drugged moan. She lifted her head the best she could to look at the smudgy mass of her captor. He was rising from kneeling at the new chick's feet and he was headed back upstairs, where a distant female voice was pleading for freedom.

The next woman was pleading pathetically, sobbing hysterically as if her tears would stir some compassion in his withered heart. She heard him cross the room and put the new woman in shackles in a distant corner to her right. This woman, too, fell silent from whatever cocktail he had injected them all with.

As he stood and pulled back from the other woman, he stalked heavily towards his chair in front of the television. Seeing him come back and sit down with a heavy creak of wood stirred that ever present question that always mucked about in her brain while she was under. She blinked sluggishly, licked her cracked and dried lips and spoke the unbidden words that were dying to be said.

"…Why…?"

Her slightly rhaspy, breathy voice got the man's attention from the TV. She heard the creak of his chair as he got to his feet. She heard him walk over to her and she saw him crouch next to her knees. With him so close and the drugs wearing off, she could see a faint smudge around his person. She could feel it radiating off of him like his body heat and it was a different kind of cold, mingling with malice and darkness. And it only got more defined as he braced himself with a hand on the concrete wall above her head and him leaning closer to her.

"What did you say?" His breath smelled like fading mint tooth paste and he had bathed within the last 12 hours, the scent of his bargin soap still clinging to his skin. She and senior residents of this chamber couldn't say the same, even if he did take them to go the bathroom at least twice during the day and once at night.

"…Why…?" She repeated, her voice softer now that he was closer.

"Why?" He repeated like he had never even considered having a reason before, a reason for all of this. "Does it matter?"

She licked her lips again but her mouth was dry so it was mainly a reflex. "…Yes…"

"What makes you so different from the others that you can become lucid after roughly 6 hours while everyone else is out for at least 12, hm?" He growled softly.

"…I…don't….know…." She admitted, trying to focus on his face but only getting the smudge around him that wasa actually all around him. "…Why…do….you…do…this…?"

He was silent for a time. She could feel his slithering, grimy gaze travel up and down her body. Out of this set and aside from the 2 new ones, she was the less damaged. For some reason, he didn't derive enough satisfaction from hurting her, since she never screamed, never cried and never fought back. In turn, he never went much farther than cutting her up a few times before getting bored and moving on to someone else who did make sounds for him.

"…Do…you…just….get…off…on…it….?" She asked, feeling his body shift faintly.

"I'm looking for someone, someone I once devoted my life to serving. He abandoned me, never once asked for my name or even looked at me but I had been loyal, been the perfect agent of his will." He told her in a low voice, his breath whafting in her face with every word. "He was strong, so strong and never let anything stop him. He could be anyone of you and I will find him because I'm not going to stop until I do find him. He needs me, whether he knows it or not. I'm the only reason his life ever ran smoothly like it did and I will earn his recognition for my efforts to find him."

"…Do….you….mean…Kira….?" If he did, then he was in for a rude awakening. Kira wasn't going to come back. There were steps, progitives made to never let Kira come back.

"No, I don't mean Kira. I mean the one who started all of this, the one who could boggle this 'L' bastard and his shit-eating kindergarten class." He growled darkly, feeling hatred for L and devotion to this other person. "When I find him, he will be so grateful that he will never abandon me again. I know what happened last time. That old faggot told him lies about me, to make him get rid of me but with my diligence, he will see that I was the devoted agent of his will and that old faggot was the con man."

He pushed away with a grunt and went back to his chair. He would sit there and watch that same channel, that same news channel. He was unpredictable, sometimes leaving them alone for days or killing one after another, like he did to those five. His selection was always random. Sometimes it was the older ones and sometimes it was the new ones, it didn't make any difference to him.

She felt a relapse of the drug pull her back under. She was tired, worn out from forcing herself to talk when she knew she wasn't strong enough. She just closed her eyes and drifted to sleep, the drugs helping her along the way.

Uh-oh....

Well, uh, until next time.

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