This is a test to see how many people like the idea of it. Without reviews, I don't know anyone's opinion.
As for 'Flamers,' shut the hell up. xChibiChan and I worked on our stories together. So do not bother accusing us of anything.
Also, Sentouki means "Fighter," I had this switched because I believe the English version supports the word instead.
Chapter 01
A Fighter's Slate
Now—
My name is Fujiwara Haruhi—or so I am told, I am a Sacrifice—this is what I know, and my story is not like many others—of this I am certain. I did not grow up in an apartment or estate with much family to take care of me. Since I can remember, I have been in this syndicate full of men and dogs that kill. Beyond the age of five, anything is black and empty. Anything I try to remember, is replaced with blood.
Even when I was five years old, I have been surrounded by blood and death, so I am not surprised that I am unaffected by anything such as that. When I turned eleven, I had lost cat-like feature; my tail and my ears to a man that was a Sentouki, I want to kill him. His Sacrifice is the man that I call 'Father,' because that is who he says he is to me, although I am not to trust anyone. That is why I was brought to a school to find my own Sentouki, and from there, I became the top student there that was greatly feared. They believe that my name is Ruthless because I was raised to show no mercy to my enemies, but only the ones that knew my true name there, was the school board, my teacher, and my Sentouki. Those that were outside of the school that knew of my name were the group that I was supposed to call my 'family,' and the second Sentouki that I picked up as I left the school a few months ago. They know my battle name, they now feared me more than ever, and yet we are dogs to the wealthy Ohtori family; the King's dogs.
Those that knew me as Ruthless, did not realize that my true name, was Selfless.
…and this is my story, before standing in front of the Fighting Unit called, Restless.
"Open up Ryouji! We know you're in there!" A man roared, banging furiously on the apartment door after dusk; it was raining hard outside. "Last chance fool!" Seconds later, he stepped back angrily as he pointed towards the door. "Tanaka, break it down!" Immediately, the broad man behind him broke the door down as he was told to before quickly moving aside for the other to enter first. "Come on out…"
A door slid open quietly—almost silently, so the other two went in first to check on the mystery of the door open, but they were jumped. It did not matter to the leader in charge of the group as he watched his men fight the two off; a mean and a woman in pajamas. Both of the Fujioka's were pinned to the wall by the ones that they had jumped, and the one who had broken down the door had pulled out a gun towards the two with a stoic expression on his face. The floor creaked—they all looked towards the door that had been opened by the man and woman; they all saw a small little girl with her tail dragging on the ground, cat-like ears somewhat flattened as she rubbed her eyes.
"H-Haruhi, go back to bed—!" The woman's throat was held even tighter.
The man in charge had received an idea from this as he came over to pick up the adorable little girl in his arms as they watched the scene in front of them. She was so tried that she did not understand what was going on—she could not comprehend the danger that she was in right now in this man's arms. Her tired eyes turned towards her parents who were against the wall with two other men, but her mind was so fuzzy that she leaned against the man tiredly. Haruhi looked at them as the man holding her had asked her father where the money was with an aggressive voice that was foreign to the child.
"I-I don't have it yet!" Ryouji, the man in debt stated. "Please—let our daughter go! She's just a child!"
"Ah, I can see that." The man bounced her once or twice in his arms. "She's such a cutie, right guys?"
They all chuckled with interest as they knew the plan was changing, but the woman yelled. "Stop it—"
The gun was fired, and the woman fell silently to the ground. "Too loud." Tanaka quietly stated firmly.
"Kotoko!" The pinned man cried out as the other released him so he could fall to her side.
"We'll consider this as payment." Katayama Kizashi stated as the girl fell asleep against his chest. "A dead wife, and your precious little daughter taken with us." Fujioka Ryouji looked up at him in terror. "Don't worry, we'll raise her well." To tease the father, he brought a hand up to caress the hair away from her small sleeping face. "We'll probably keep her alive, if she's worth the trouble that is…"
"No… please… I-I'll get you the money!"
"Shh… shh… we don't want to wake Haru-chan, right?" He grinned. "Goodnight, Ryouji." The man turned and started to walk away. "Oh," Kizashi looked at him. "We'll pay for the door, but you know the rules."
"…no police…"
"Very good, let's go everyone." The man with the child in hand left, and they began to hear sirens in the far off distance. "Looks like we have to pick up our pace a little." The group of four-now-five vanished.
They entered a stolen company van where a driver was ready to go, and once the group jumped into the back, they slammed the door shut. The driver sped off through the heavy rain—casually at first as they watched the police turn towards the apartments that they left. A neighbor must have said something or called the cops, but no worries, they had another van waiting for them just a few blocks ahead after they pass by a few fancy-pants estates. Something dark and fast ran past the van that caused the driver to panic and swerve the vehicle to avoid hitting whatever it was.
Everyone in the back had bashed against the door—accidentally opening it, but the driver kept going at his fast pace to make their stop. Something else went into the street, and this time it was just standing there without a care in the world about the danger it was in. This time, the drive only drove around it with a sharp turn, but this allowed the child to fall out of the van once slipping from Kizashi's grasp. A five year-old girl fell on to the street, rolling and tumbling on the soaked pavement of the streets as it neared the dark. Haruhi stirred awake with a bleeding head and pained limbs that screamed out at her, but it was no louder than the horn nearing her as bright lights hit her face.
"Akira, save that girl!" A man roared.
Her body lifted into the air, and now in someone else's arms.
"Good save!" Kids cheered, but she fell unconscious before she could see who they were.
"Oh, she's waking, she's waking!" A voice cheered happily; it was almost obnoxious.
"Mitsukuni, don't her ears or I'll pull on yours." A gruff voice stated firmly.
Another cheerful one spoke. "Hurry, hurry, I want to know your name!"
"Satoshi, you're not helping." Another gruff tone—how many—
The computer and windows shattered instantly as her face cringed, causing the six males to shutter in fright at the mentality of this little girl. They all looked at one another worriedly, hoping that she was not what any of them were, but it seemed a little obvious right now. There was a quick knock on the door before it opened to reveal a lean tall male with short dark coffee brown-like hair. This man looked a little like the girl that slowly opened her eyes; their eye colors were different, but that could be expected.
"I'm so glad that you're alright, Haruhi." Kizashi smiled brightly in a fake manner. "Are you okay?"
"Haru…hi…?" She saw that the man was looking at her when he spoke. "Is… that… my name?"
'Perfect,' The man thought to himself, mentally grinning. "Yes dear, you must have hit your head."
"…my head…" Haruhi could not remember, however, her head did hurt. "I guess I might hit it."
"Some foolish people were kidnapping you and trying to steal you away from me. I hurried here after I caught up to the when they said that you fell out of the van." He cried fake tears. "I was so worried!"
"I was… kidnapped?" Although she tried to remember, it only hurt her head more. "I don't remember."
"Ah… well, I guess it's best if you don't… today was a terrible night for you. Did you thank these ones?"
"Thank…?" She looked over to see the six other males; four were kids, and two adults. "Thank you?"
"Don't worry about it young one." The dark blond-haired adult spoke. "We're glad you're safe."
'Though… I'm surprised that Merciless has a daughter with all the fighting he does.' The other thought.
Kizashi saw that look of challenge his eyes. "What is it? You want to fight, old timer?" He grinned widely.
"Akira…" the blond one scold. "Don't provoke him when he doesn't have his Sentouki anywhere nearby."
"You make it sound like we're always apart." A man entered the room without emotion. "A battle is it?"
"Ah… seems Joyless wants to play with us. Can he win though, having Blank Slate-san?" Kizashi laughed.
Morinozuka Akira looked over to his friend—his cousin. "Yorihisa." He was ready for battle if he was.
"There's no helping it." Haninozuka Yorihisa sighed. "The kids will finally see what a battle finally is."
Kizashi did not care. "I challenge you to—"
"No," Haruhi interrupted quietly, too tired and upset from the pain she was in. "No fighting…"
They all looked at her curiously, trying to figure out what she meant by this.
It allowed Kizashi to see the windows and computer screen shattered.
These guys did not seem angry or in pain… but the girl… did she…?
"She's right," for now, he had to play the role of a father because she remembered nothing. "Thank you for taking care of her." He sat at her side. "Don't worry, Daddy isn't going anywhere." His smile showed.
"Daddy?"
"Well then, Haruhi. Would you like to train today?" Kizashi asked the eleven year old.
She had been forced to go to a school learn weird things like spells, but she was on her winter break to be with her father, supposedly. Haruhi stayed at the syndicate with her father and the others for the first two years before being thrown in the annoying school. Her father said that she would be a great Sentouki, however, it turned out that she was actually a very scary Sacrifice rather than a Sentouki. After having a private one-on-one class with a teacher for a week, she was allowed to do as she wanted, it lead her to find the connection between her and her very own Sentouki. Kizashi had heard the news and forced his own Sentouki to inspect the bug that would be entering the child's world—intruding, rather.
Her Sentouki had a scary face, he was a rowdy little redhead that knew how to fist fight, but he was a very poor for a Sentouki as Tanaka dubbed him, and Kizashi would not allow a weakling to be her Sentouki…
"Which training, Father." Haruhi asked without emotion. "I don't have my Sentouki, neither do you."
His eyes nearly glared at her for mentioning her worthless little Sentouki—the one that was given to the worst of all teachers; being paid to make the runt stronger. He grabbed her by the hair, gripping it with his fist, but she did not scream or cry out in pain, merely gritted her teeth and closed her eyes. The man wanted to test her endurance to pain as the teacher would with her Sentouki, both of them were only kids, and they were being thrown into this Hell. However, there were two others that were being placed in intense training, they were called Blank Slates, and they were brothers. Even though they were something that could be called replacements for a dead Sentouki, they had Sentouki that wanted them.
"I know that face." He threw her against the wall, and she did not make a peep. "You thinking of a way to kill that damn Haninozuka Clan again?" Haruhi glared ferociously at him. "Now that's more like it…"
She spat some blood on the ground to get it out of her mouth. "If I were to think that, wouldn't I be scolded by our wealthiest client?" Her hand came up to wipe her face. "I just hate them, that's all."
"Speaking of hate." He looked over his shoulder, snapping his fingers. His men were bringing in a man that almost looked like a woman. "This man was caught snooping, he was the man that kidnapped you."
They brought the man forth so that they could bring him closer for them to see, but his mouth was covered up with table, and was thrown into a large area of dirt terrain that was surrounded by ten feet tall fencing with barbwire at the top. The man looked at as if he saw a ghost when looking at her, but before he knew it, fifteen dogs came charging out from around the corner to maul the man to death; ripping his clothing and muscles apart. It was sickening—some of the men left to vomit as Kizashi stayed while he watched the child staring at the dogs feasting on the man's inside while hearing his last cry, she did not know that the man was her biological father. Haruhi had been forced to watch this sort of thing ever since she could remember due to her memory; to her, she had to think of it as the dogs having to survive by eating the flesh of the supposed enemy.
There was no other way to think of it for her.
Now starting to have an upset stomach, Kizashi turned to leave due to the horrid smell in the air from the body in the dog pen. No would could go in there because every one of them was a viscous, feral Alaskan Malamute, except for one that was most dangerous. For a six month old puppy that was bred to fight and kill—already weighing at a scary forty kilograms of muscle, it was the most dangerous of them all. It was a Tosa Ken; Americans would call it the Japanese Mastiff or the Japanese Fighting Dog, it was one of the rare ones as his fur was a dull gray-black, and his eyes were a terrifying copper hue.
Haruhi was still a child, learning to not be afraid of anything, and so she was not afraid of these dogs.
"Brat," Tanaka called. "Come over here. Kizashi wanted me to give you a test."
It was unlikely that this was true when everyone knew that this man hated her more than anything due to jealousy, but she obeyed. As she predicted, it was a trap as his hands touched her inappropriately, and having his way with her small childish body. The man was not a pedophile, she knew that he wanted to get rid of her by making her dirty by losing her ears at such a young age. Mouri Tanaka would do just about anything to get rid of an obstacle that is in his way; he was the Sentouki of team Merciless after all.
He was angry with her as he violated her through and through because her emotionless expression did not change. His stomach turned in disgust at the child before finishing with her as the blood from the penetration stained the rug. This man was an idiot for taking her virginity as her cat-like features were gone, all she had to do was tell Kizashi about what happened. Tanaka picked her up, opened the gate to the pen of captured wild dogs, and threw her in there to be killed while he ran away.
The dogs looked at her with blood on their faces due to the human that they had just fed on, but she did not show any worry to this because she concentrated on the pain between her legs. They were all slowly approaching her slowly before the Tosa Ken shoved his way through to be the first to attack her as it wanted to be alpha of the pack. Fangs bared sharply—also stained in blood, and all Haruhi did was stare at them angrily before they all yelped and shuttered in fear. Haruhi did not mean to use her powers; she was told not to because they were abnormal for a Sacrifice to bear, but it was too late for that.
"What's going on—Haruhi!" Kizashi charged the fence. "What are you doing in there!"
Said girl looked up at him. "Tanaka-sama lied to be, Father. He said that you wanted him to test me, and so he raped me before throwing me in here to be eaten by the dogs." Everything she said was the truth.
This infuriated him as he could see that she had no tail or no ears; she had lost her innocence. 'Tanaka you bastard, come to me!' He demanded mentally, and the one summoned came walking casually.
"What's wrong? Did something happen?" Tanaka pondered, then looked in the pen. "…damn it."
"You were trying to kill her?" He grabbed him and threw him at the gate. "Get her out, now!"
The Sentouki shrugged. 'The dogs must have eaten too much tonight then—' He thought too soon.
"Dogs…" Haruhi muttered, staring at the man without care, and they began to maul him to death easily.
"Get these mongrels off me, Bitch!" He roared, but there were too many. "How do you control them!"
Her attention went to the dogs, saying the word once more. "Dogs…" They all backed off as she wanted.
"You…" Tanaka spat out blood. "You little slut…" He coughed from being out of breath. "Since… when…"
"The next time you attempt to come after me or mine, I will not hesitate to kill you."
"Haruhi, he is nothing but a tool, if you would like, you may punish him." Kizashi encouraged her.
She looked at him, "no, I want to return the favor when he least expects it. He is your tool, after all."
The man nodded, "now both of you get out of that pen already before you both get eaten alive!"
"…yes. Of course, Father." Tanaka ran passed her to escape the pen, but she walked out quietly.
"Come along Haruhi, you need to go to the hospital to be tested. I'll deal with him later tonight."
The fifteen year old knocked on door before entering. "I'm bringing these files as Sensei asked—ah," she saw a tall male sitting on a chair near a corner; a Blank Slate. "Tell her that I brought these." Haruhi put the folders down on the desk before lazily waving off. "Or do you have to belong to someone to listen?"
His attention went to the ground, "I… I will tell her for you Fujiwara Haruhi-sama. It is good to see you."
"If that's true, then look at me when you say that." She demanded. "Otherwise, you are just lying."
The older teenager obeyed by looking up at her. "It is good to see you again, Fujiwara Haruhi-sama."
'Looks familiar,' Haruhi thought to herself before crossing her arms. "What is your name, Blank-kun?"
"Takashi…"He bowed his head to her. Not surprised that she forgot about him. "Morinozuka Takashi."
"Ah, you're from the group that breed to be blanks for the bastard Haninozuka Clan huh? Interesting."
"Please do not insult my Master's family with that tone—" The window shattered behind him instantly.
"Oh? Your Master, huh?" Haruhi came over to the large male. "Where is Restless marked on you then?" The male looked away guiltily; not bearing a name. "The Haninozuka's are cruel to not write their name on you even thought they take you in, abandoning their true Sentouki like dirt." She saw the hurt in his gaze as he stared at the ground. "Ah… you want to be bound to someone as a real Fighting Unit? Is that it?"
Takashi slowly nodded in response.
'Why should I care.' The girl went over to the desk to grab a permanent marking. "Stand up, remove your shirt, now." He was wise as two obey her; the most dangerous Sacrifice known. "Don't get too excited, when it washes off, you will not be mine." She went to his right side, lowering his pants and boxers ever so slightly to meet beneath a tan line. "Understand? It's only temporary, I don't need two Sentouki when mine is already obsessed with you." She wrote her Fighting Unit's name on his side.
Takashi looked at it. "Selfless? I thought—"
"You are not to repeat that, ever, again."
"…yes, Haruhi-sama." He placed his shirt on.
"Only when he accepts you, will you see it."
His head dipped. "I know I have no connection."
"Why are male Sentouki all the same?" Haruhi came over and tugged on his cat ears in a slightly abusive manner. "If you have no connection, then make one. You and a Sacrifice must be connected to fight at your full potential, or else your nothing." She finally became gentle; tweaking his ears now. "Good boy."
"Haruhi-sama, I heard you calling for me." Her Sentouki came in. "Did you need something?"
"You have mentioned Morinozuka Takashi to be before, so I thought you wanted to meet him."
"Thank you for being considerate, but it is not necessary. We will be attending school together…"
"I've learned that Blank Slates are very innocent." Haruhi let go of Takashi's ears. "Go ahead, Ritsu."
The redhead turned to him, bowing. "I am Kasanoda Ritsu, Haruhi-sama's Sentouki. Nice to meet you."
Takashi bowed his head before looking at the two of them. 'My strength is nothing compared to theirs.'
"Morinozuka-aniki is a blank, are you planning on taking him in as your Sentouki?"
"I thought about it," Haruhi answered. "His eyes show he desires strength."
"We've battled a thousand times over the past five years. We're undefeated."
"If I took him in," she looked to Ritsu, "then I couldn't crush Haninozuka…"
"That's good to hear, I would hate to hear my position taken." He smiled.
"Let's go." Haruhi turned away. "Good luck with your Sacrifice, Blank-kun."
Takashi bowed his head once more as they left.
Again, this was just a test. I want to know how many people like the idea if order for me to continue with it. Therefore, please review.
If you're going to bitch and moan about my "A Fighter's Slate" and xChibiChan's "Protector of the Forbidden," we will ignore you. Since, there is already an idiot (who cannot spell) is accusing us of stealing from one another. I gave her the names and many of the majority ideas as to how to begin her story, afterward, I decided I wanted to make my own in a different way. Although we started out very similarly, the only thing that is similar between our stories from hereon is very little, as we have branched ourselves into obviously different directions. So then, kid. Come complain to us now. You know who you are.