Yami Tenshi: Dark Angel
Disclaimer: No, I don't own Naruto!! And I never will… >
Full Summary: AU. Uchiha Sasuke: genius, star athlete, most popular guy in the 10th grade, partner to his brother on murder cases, and heartthrob of all the girls in Konoha High School. Chiyo (My OC): the mysterious new girl with a shady past who is much more than she seem. Both living world's apart, yet each harboring their own dark secret. Fate seems to bring them together, but destiny keeps forcing them apart. Also, what do they both have in common with Yami Tenshi (Dark Angel), the most deadly assassin of their time?
"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
Prologue
The yellowed leaf floated gently onto the sidewalk. It lay there for a moment, golden brilliance in the dark of the night. Then, it was trampled underfoot by the long, even strides of a hooded figure in black. Black obsidian eyes gazed briefly down at the now torn and tattered leaf under the boot. Then, the dark silhouette resumed walking again without a single glance back.
It was late into the night, well, around one or two in the morning. Pale moonlight lit the dark world dimly. Overwhelming silence penetrated the darkness harshly. The hooded figure never lost step, keeping in pace. Black boots moved silently against the empty, yet with a certain air of authority. Black jeans blended in with the night. The figure wore a sweater with the hood pulled up. Underneath, a face as pale as moonlight itself was set in grim determination. Dark obsidian eyes were cold and hard. Pale, slim hands were thrust deep into the jean pockets. The black sweatshirt hid the bloodstains marring pale arms underneath. With the quietness and gracefulness of a cat, the figure took a sharp left into a bar.
Oyama Shiro had been working in this bar for 25 years and never did he have any sober customers this late. He had been cleaning glasses when there suddenly was a hooded figure wearing all black sitting at the bar! Needless to say, he jumped in surprise and shock. The glass he had been cleaning clattered to the floor and shattered. He had good ears, he did! Well, for a man his age. He did not see or hear this stranger come in!
The hooded figure spoke. It was a low, confident, and mysterious voice. "Sorry 'bout that. Did I startle you?"
Shiro chuckled and grabbed a broom, starting to sweep up the glass fragments. "No, no, don't apologize. It is rather late; perhaps I was getting a bit drowsy. My fault, my fault." He muttered the last part partly to himself as he threw the glass into the trash. "Now, sir! What can I get you?" he inquired.
The "sir" withdrew slim hands from the jean pockets. Black clad elbows rested on the bar and slender, long fingers steepled. "Vodka."
Shiro tried to gaze more intently at the sir's face, but the figure's hood stayed up. Still, he was not fooled. "Kid, you gotta be kiddin' me. You ain't 21, probably not even more than 18! Accordin' to law, can't give ya nothin'. He laughed and leaned in a relaxed position against the bar. "Kid, it's late. You don't wanna be breakin' that law about legal drinkin' age. Where you from? Where your parents? You'd wanna be getting home."
The figure's head turned towards the bartender. "Don't got no parents. Both killed, more than ten years ago. Don't got no real home, neither. I've got nothing." Shiro listened intently and understanding dawned on his old, rugged face. Yeah, he could relate. Faintly, distinctively, he thought he heard a slight trace of sorrow in the kid's icy, cold tone, but he wasn't sure.
"Well kid, since you're here, I guess I'll just let it slip just his once. Vodka?" The figure nodded an affirmative. Shiro filled a tall glass to the brim and slid it across the counter. Quickly, a slim hand caught it. The kid nodded a brief thanks and raised the glass to slightly swollen and cut lips. Shiro decided not to ask any questions. He quietly began cleaning glasses again.
The figure downed half the glass before turning towards the small television in the corner. Turned to Late Night News, it was blaring on about a 'new' criminal; an assassin. Beneath the hood, cold eyes sparked a bit. Thin, pink lips drew back into a tight line. Shiro turned towards the T.V., turning it up slightly as he saw the kid's momentary interest.
The slightly fuzzy image became clearer; revealing a blond anchorwoman with wild, painted lips stretched back in a crazy smile. She sat there, grinning like an idiot for about half a minute until she finally realized the camera was on.
"Oh! Welcome to Late Night News on channel nine! Tonight, err—today, early in the morning, we have some breaking news! Authorities believe they have a lead on the trail of the deadly assassin, Yami Tenshi. As we have reported in the past month, Yami Tenshi is truly what he or she calls him or herself: Dark Angel. Yes, though many people emphasize a bit more and call him/her the Dark Angel of Death.
"We first heard of this deadly killer 17 months ago, right after the train bombing that killed 50 and wounded 107 others. Police say that they believe Yami Tenshi was the mastermind behind that plot. Dark Angel had disappeared for several months before, and authorities hoped that was the last of the killer. Unfortunately, mysterious deaths have started up again and autopsies reveal that the persons had indeed, been murdered and a note was left by the assassin, deliberately mocking the police and detectives. Chief investigator Uchiha Itachi is the first man who has made progress on this particular case since it was opened, 17 months ago. He has only spent about 5 months on this case, and he has already uncovered a great deal of evidence that was missed earlier. Uchiha Itachi is also the man that is known to have traced and brought the serial killer, Silent Blade, to justice. Now, here is the investigator himself!"
Underneath the shadows of the hood, obsidian eyes narrowed. Around, the iris, bright crimson began to appear. 'Uchiha Itachi. Bearer of the sharingan eye, born genius and the only man who may be a worthy opponent for me. How I despise him…' Pearly white teeth clenched in hate as the named man appeared on the screen.
The tan, handsome face of 21 year old Uchiha Itachi appeared on the screen. His raven black hair fell past his shoulders and was tied back loosely. A mall mouth was quirked in somewhat of an amused smile. The crimson red of the sharingan was glowing, but only faintly.
Slim, pale hands gripped the half drunken glass of vodka till the knuckles turned pure white. Thin, lips were drawn back and white teeth were bared in an almost animal-like snarl. A pair of sharingan eyes that matched the ones of the man on screen were glowing fiercely and spinning wildly. When the Uchiha opened his mouth to speak, narrow shoulders stiffened and the figure's back.
"Hello, and good morning, folks. As you know, I am the Chief Investigator for cases such as these. On my previous case, I vowed to myself-and the public that I would find the serial killer, Silent Blade. After 7 long months of dead ends and disappointments, I finally fulfilled my promise. This new case is a particularly difficult one. I will not be hesitant to say that I believe this "Yami Tenshi" is the most deadly killer I have ever encountered.
"He (or she) strikes randomly; the killings have no pattern whatsoever. The murder weapon is different every time and fingerprints have never been recovered. In the past five months, my partner and I have worked together with my younger brother and have a very good lead. My younger brother Uchiha Sasuke is not able to here tonight, but he has helped me a great deal. My partner, whose name I cannot reveal, has taken an alternative route that might enable us to track this assassin." At this point, Uchiha Itachi leaned forward with an expression of all seriousness on his face.
"But his much I will tell: We believe that Yami Tenshi is here in our city! Ladies and Gentleman, I advise you to take extreme precaution. We do not know this assassin's gender, age group, race, or physical features. Yami Tenshi is a cold-blooded murderer, a demon with no soul and a monster with no heart. The next murder is totally unpredictable. Be careful when meeting strangers. Yami Tenshi would never reveal his/her name. We have a fair amount of authorities posted around the city. Thank you for paying attention to this important announcement. Goodbye, and be careful."
The figure sat at the bar, motionless. The face was hard and set, sharingan eyes still spinning madly. 'Damn you, Uchiha Itachi! I have no heart, no soul? I am a monster and a demon? I kill because I must! You don't even know me and I've been right under your nose all this time! A man like you will never understand my destiny or who I really am. Who the hell are you to judge me?!'
Shiro licked his lips nervously. He watched as the kid down the rest of the vodka without any reaction at all. 'This kid holds his liquor well.' ht thought rather absent-mindedly. Shiro always prided himself as a man who was cautious and not a very big risk taker. He had heard all of the famous investigator's speech, and here he was with a complete stranger! He knew that the kid had heard all of it also. Clearing his throat, his voice came out a squeak when he asked, "Hey kid. What did you say your name was?" His worst fears were confirmed when the kid stood up, stretched a bit, and answered.
"I didn't." The kid slipped a hand inside the black sweatshirt and produced a sharp Swiss army knife. Shiro's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates. He had broken up drunken, rowdy fights in the bar before, but staring at that shiny steel blade made his heart race in panic. Shaking, he pointed a finger accusingly at the kid, but found he could not voice anything.
With the speed of light, the kid was instantly behind him, pressing the knife to his throat. A pale, slim hand clapped over his mouth. "Quiet, Oyama Shiro." the kid's mysterious voice sounded right next to his ear. The hand withdrew and the next thing he knew, his hands were bound with tight ropes behind. What truly amazed him was that the knife never left his throat. Neither did the pressure applied on the knife ever change or waver.
Finally, he found his voice and spoke. "You-you're Yami Tenshi aren't you? The assassin! How do you know my made?! Please don't kill me! I have a wife and three kids at home and-"
He was cut short by Yami Tenshi's cold voice. "Oyama Shiro, I hate that Chief Inspector. I hate police and detectives. But most of all," Here the kid's voice dropped to a menacing whisper "I hate liars." Shiro stared at the black hood, dumbfounded. "You are not married, and nor have you ever been. You have no kids. Do not even try those games with me." Yami Tenshi threw Shiro onto the floor and crossed the room over to the opposite side. There, the assassin began to carve letters onto the wall.
Shiro lay motionless for a second, dazed. Then, he sprang into action. Desperately, he tried the ropes on his wrists but the knots held tight. Finding it helpless, he lay flat on his stomach and began to crawl across the hard, tiled floor. A chair snagged on his shirt, making a sharp scraping sound. Alarmed, he cautiously looked up at the Dark Angel, but the assassin never noticed him. As he got to the base of the telephone, Yami Tenshi spun around.
Shiro froze, beads of perspiration breaking out across his forehead. The assassin seemed to stare at him for an eternity. Then, a slender hand reached up and pushed the dark hood away. Dark obsidian eyes, sharingan now gone, bored into Shiro's own hazel ones. The thin bruised lips were in a smirk. The bartender gasped. Yami Tenshi-Dark Angel was…
What happened next seemed to go in slow motion. The assassin's hand drew back smoothly. Then, the knife came propelling towards his face. Shiro lay there, helpless as death came flying towards him. He opened his mouth to scream, but his vocal chords failed him. The next second, his world went red, then entirely blacks. The last thought that crossed his mind was 'I have seen Yami Tenshi! The dark angel of death came to punish me…'
Yami Tenshi looked across the room at the dead man. As always, perfect aim had landed the knife right between his eyes. The assassin sighed. A switchblade was whipped out of the sweatshirt. Dark Angel strode across the room and coated the blade with the dead man's blood. Then, the Dark Angel went back to the wall and scrutinized the message carved there:
UCHIHA ITACHI-HERE IS A LITTLE PRESENT TO LOWER YOUR SELF-CONFIDENCE. DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE ME AGAIN.
The assassin nodded, satisfied. With the blood-dripping knife, these two carved words completed the chilling message.
YAMI TENSHI
One of the bloodied knives went back inside the sweatshirt. The other remained in Oyama Shiro's now cold and lifeless body. Bloodstained hands dialed 911 and amazingly, left no fingerprints on the phone.
"Hello, 911 emergency."
Yami Tenshi made no sound, but instead dropped the phone. It made a small splash as it fell in a pool of the bartender's blood. "Hello? HELLO? We're sending help right away." the woman on the other end babbled frantically. Dark Angel smiled. 'Perfect.' The dark hood went up once more; pale bloodstained hands were thrust deep into the jean pockets.
The assassin went and stood in the open doorway. Cool wind blew over the street. Yami Tenshi turned and started walking down the deserted sidewalk. 'A monster and a demon, am I, Uchiha Itachi? Well you, your brother, and your partner ain't seen nothing yet.' The silent world now seemed to whisper "Assassin, Dark Angel of Death is here." Sirens wailed in the distance as black boots moved silently against the pavement. Yami Tenshi disappeared into the darkness once again.
A/N: Please review!!! Falls to hands and knees, begging. Please.....!!!!