Welcome to my humble and ungraceful Fanfic! Pre-apologies for any mistakes. Hope you like it.
I do not own Diabolik lovers. And I do not own any songs I write in the story. (In the background info: The song is Yours Truly, by Paradise Fears).
Chapter 1: Train ride Blues
"How unoriginal" Jackson looked at herself in the mirror in the train station bathroom. It smelled like something had decided to give up on life and crawl in the drains and die. This sad animal's smell now was swirling around the bathroom. Jackson continued to scrutinize herself in the mirror despite the odor. It was the smell of the city, it was home.
She was wearing a red blouse and black slacks. She hated it. She looked like some old business woman who was just going to work at her drab job.
Truly she looked very ravishing to the on goers that had passed her throughout the day; not like she noticed. She had long brown hair with red tips that was pulled into a messy bun. The swirling of brown and red were now slightly tamed with about a million bobby pins. She never really put much effort into her looks. This was pretty much the only time that she actually 'tried' per say. This job search was critical, even though she had no idea where to start. She just planned on going from business to business asking around for a quick job and then she would try and work her way up.
Jack grabbed her face and smooshed her cheeks back and forward.
"Do it for the job. Do it for the Job. Do it for the job." she chanted to herself.
She started to hop and become pumped up. She started to punch the air like a boxer and puffed out her cheeks with heavy breathing. She dodged fake hits. This wasn't the most feminine and lady like display to look upon, but this gave her a much needed adrenaline shot.
"Gonna go to Tokyo. Gonna get a job. Gonna be an adult." She also began to chant this as she continued fighting the air around her. Yes, what a childish young adult she was. She continued to fight as an older woman came out of the stall and peered at her. This woman gazed at her with a smirk and soaked her hands under the water. Jackson quit fighting the hair and fidgeted with her very messy 'messy bun'.
The older woman walked past Jack and scoffed… "What a child...".The old business woman took her leave from the dingy train station bathroom.
"Well you didn't even wash your hands correctly, you old bag!" Jack was now pissed. Darn and she was doing so good at being a nice mannered adult. She had been on three taxi rides without an episode. The "Days without an Accident" sign in her head flipped to a big "Zero".
Jack huffed. Since her boxing match was finally over, she smoothed out her red blouse. Not that she truly cared about her appearance. She picked up her huge suit case and headed out of the bathroom.
She was almost stumbling everywhere with her black heels. They made her butt look fabulous, but she didn't seem to notice. They were some male invention to make her butt look big and give her a disadvantage in a fight. They also made her less likely to be able to run away if a fight happens. But jack was well equipped to fight. Her body, even though stumbling like a new born baby colt, was perfectly toned. She had all sleek lean muscles. Because she grew up on the not-so-pleasant side of town she was able to fight life a gangster and talk like a sailor. But her mother was able to teach her how to be a nice perfect Japanese lady. Even if the memories were very old, she remembered her mom's teachings. Jack just considered it a tactic to use against weak men. A sweet smile can go pretty far sometimes if you did it in right.
She smiled sadistically at the thought of using her feminine ways to manipulate. As she smirked at her evil self she forgot to think about where she was stepping. She was almost to her platform when uneven ground caught her stiletto. She was the image of a graceful gazelle in the savannah.
'I am this close to calling it quits on adult clothing'. She huffed. She made her way over to the train. She shoved the bags onto the train with one heave. The polite grey haired conductor helped her on board.
As he stored her bags, she was looking to find her correct seat.
'F13…where are you, you little devil'. She stalked across the isles scanning every seat.
'Ah Ha! There you are…well shit…' There was a man in her seat who was fast asleep. He had a sleek black business suit on and a full head of neat, straight white hair.
"Um excuse me, sir" Jack tapped him on the shoulder. She gasped as her grabbed her hand and pulled her down into the seat next him.
He looked up at her with squinting golden honey eyes. He still held onto her hand as he continued to stare deep into her gray irises.
His mood changed as he began to take in his surroundings. A small teethy grin came across his face as her perked up at the sight of her.
Unbeknownst to Jack, she looked like the most beautiful snack that he had laid his eyes on today; and what a perfect situation indeed. He was beginning to become bored. Her scent was interesting; she smelled… familiar.
'Quite interesting indeed, this little Miss is.' The man thought to himself.
"Hello Miss, I'm very sorry if I startled you." He grinned even more. His posture became straightened and he rose up to his full sitting height.
"Oh, um...it's fine..." She was still startled by this elegant man who sat next to her. He was a handsome man. He was older than her, but he was still very attractive. He still held her hand. She quickly took it away and placed it in her lap. Every one of her senses were firing off warning belles.
"Did you need something, you summoned me?" he questioned her politely.
"Um well I…um...sir… well I think you may be in my seat." She was mentally punching herself for acting like such a babbling fool. Where's the crazy rebel she knew that lied inside. As she continued to mentally punch herself for her lack of control, a hand caressed her cheek.
"I doubt that my lovely miss, I have reserved this whole cabin to myself, but if you want, you can stay here with me." She looked up in shock at the man who was totally wanting in her pants. As Jack would call it he was D.T.F. She grabbed his hand and pushed it back to him. She became very edgy by the atmosphere that was beginning to rise in the cabin car they were in.
"Thank but not thanks!" She tried to jump from the seat that she was in but she was pulled down by the suited man.
"Ah!" a yell escaped her lips as she was forced into mans the lap.
"All I want is someone to talk to. It gets lonely in this car by myself." He was way to close for her taste and his breath was cold on her face.
"Well maybe you shouldn't have bought out the whole car, genius." She smirked at her words but then her mind slowly came back into control of her sarcasm. She bit her lip in silent submission. Every inch of this man screamed power.
'This is how it ends. Damn it Jackson, you and your sarcastic lips.'
"Feisty. I like you." He smirked again and his usually sharp canines winked at her. He placed her in the seat again and the atmosphere began to change. The room cooled down and it seemed like the man became less pressed from… dare I say: hunger?
Sexual hunger or food hunger she didn't know, but that is what his eyes were telling her. He had wanted her.
He looked at her up and down. 'What an interesting mortal. I have a long ride, might as well savor my spicy dessert. ' He regained control of his hunger and smirked at the confused girl.
Jack pushed as far as she could against the window of the cabin car away from the man.
"I didn't really mean to frighten you little Miss, I just wanted to have some fun." He looked at her with less hungry eyes. They were more curious at the moment.
"You know, most people would never dare talk to me like that. But because you did, I will give you the pleasure of entertaining me the rest of the ride." As he finished his sentence the train kicked on the tracks with a squeal.
Meanwhile inside Jack's head:
'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck FUCCKKKKKK' she sang the cuss words in a melodic line.
She stayed silent, for maybe the first time in her life, and listened to the man speak. Even though his voice was velvet, it was laced with lust and danger.
"I am on my way to meet my sons. They are troublesome. I hope you never have the displeasure of rearing offspring one day. They haven't been very good children. None of them really like me." He looked at her for a response but she just stared at him with her mouth pinned in a straight line.
She finally realized that he wanted her to respond. She gave a him a firm, "Umhum." And a nod.
"You are supposed to be entertaining me at the moment. You are not really doing a good job of it at the moment." His eyes flashed a dangerous gold. The molten gold in his eyes was beginning to heat. This shocked Jack out of the "Fuck song" she was singing since she got into this situation.
"What is so troublesome about your children?" She inquired, she tried to sound convincing. She added a lovely smile, like her mom taught her, so it looked like she was very interested in his sons. But truly she just wanted to jump out of the window.
He raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. He didn't look convinced but seemed pleased that she was inquiring about his life. Even though she was thinking about window diving and also how jealous she was of how perfect his eyebrows were, she tried to look like she was curious about his 'horrible sons'.
"Well, you see. I'm trying to make one of them my successors, but sadly I wasn't there for most of they're childhood. I cannot properly pick which son will be my legacy. None of them seem to be the right fit." With a tsk he looked up to the ceiling of the train car.
'Those boys are not even worth talking about, not even to a weak mortal like her.' He took a deep breath of the air around him and her scent filled his nose.
'She smells so damn familiar. I must know who this little snack is. Then maybe, I will feast.' He situated himself to give her a sexy passive stare as he laid his head against the chair. He began to notice that she was very much unaffected by his sexuality. This peeved him, but also intrigued him.
He began to speak again in heavenly tone. "My dear, I'm talking so much about me. Please, entertain me with a little something about yourself."
"Um, well...my name is Jackson Mukami and I am going to Tokyo to get a job." It was a bland answer to his inquiry, but she really didn't care about pleasing this man.
'Mukami?' His eyebrow twitched at her last name.
"What a unique name. Nice meet you Mukami-Chan." He looked at her guarded face with his golden orbs. He grabbed her hand and kissed it.
He followed this sudden action by stating. "My name is KarlHienz."
'Oh, what a very interesting Snack you are indeed, Miss Jackson.'
A/N: Thank for reading! Sorry in the future for the serial killing of grammar, spelling, OCC, and/or Japanese tradition. The newbie FanFic writer in the room in very obvious *raises hand*.
Please review and/or PM me if you have any questions! Also I added some background info for my OC (I will add more info here for other OC's I add in the future):
Background info ( OC's):
Jackson Mukami:
Age: 17
Height: 5'4
Birthday: July 23rd (Cancer/Leo boarder)
Appearance: Grey eyes, long brown hair with red tips. Gray eyes. Athletic body. She has two tattoos: Two giant black angel wings on her back and on the side of her arm she has the words yours truly in cursive(a song called Your Truly by paradise fears, it's the only thing her mom gave her was a note that had the lyrics of this song written on a note; was given to her when she left the orphanage). She has a plain look. She usually dresses in solid colors. She does have several ear piercings and black painted nails. She doesn't like to be very feminine; she thinks it takes too much time. She has been told she could be pretty if she tried.
History: She is on the job search to get on her feet since being released from the orphanage as an adult. She felt like it was finally time to get a 'real' job. She has barely any memory of her life before she was 10. Around 10 she was dropped off at the orphanage with a few memories of her past. She loves music, coffee, and alcohol. She enjoy people, rough pasts sometimes makes people hard.