Once I get an idea, I have to write it. This is supposed to be a one shot story by me especially for SDK but the story kind of goes too long. This plot is originally taken from a movie. Anyway, I try to bring up the character as lively as I can.
A little pigeon landed its feet on the ground, eating the grains on the dreary pedestrian road. Such a fine day, it said to itself. Just then, a young man in his early twenty jogged into its way, talking to his cell phone with annoyance.
"Listen, Sakuya. I couldn't believe that you forget about our anniversary. I mean, come on, you are my wife and we should go out and celebrate it", he said.
((I'm busy, Kyo. Look, I don't mean to forget but my work is holding me back.))
"Sakuya…" he was cut off by the woman that he addressed as wife.
((Kyo, why don't you go and help your mum at her friend's son wedding ceremony? She would appreciate it more, don't you think?))
At this, she ended the call, leaving the man hanging alone to the dial tone. "Damn you! I was just about to talk about my victory in the game today!" he cursed. He kicked a stone that was almost hitting the pitiful pigeon.
He made his way to the wedding ceremony.
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The clock had struck one and the groom was still not arriving. The bride too was nowhere to be seen. She checked the whole area and handled the guests that were coming through the front door. She checked the preparation, whether it was perfect or not.
"These are supposed to be the dessert. Please put them back in the kitchen", she ordered the waiter.
An old man around his sixty appeared into her sight. He was the groom's father; Mr. Muramasa. For an old man, he was a playboy; he chased young western women with good body shape.
"Busy, Mrs. Akito?" he asked. His hand grabbed the wine from the tray on the table. "Oh, yes. I want to make the ritual as bless to the new couple", she answered.
A western woman suddenly emerged and wrapped her hands around his waist. Mrs. Akito raised her eyebrows, astounded to see the woman's behaviour. "Oh, Mrs. Akito, meet my girlfriend, Saturday".
Saturday offered her hand as a greeting and shook. Mrs. Akito drew an unpleasant smile on her face. Then, Saturday left the two oldies to continue their conversation. However, silence took over them.
To break the spell, Mr. Muramasa coughed. "Your hip is big", he said to her with a sexy purr which made her mouth gaped open. He giggled and left the frozen woman alone.
Kyo saw his mother's widened eyes as he approached her. "Mum, what happened?" he asked. She didn't answer. Instead, she gave a tiny shocked frown. Recovered from the blow, she asked her only son, "What are you doing here?"
"Sakuya forced me to come to help you. Anything?" he proposed his assist to her. Mrs. Akito shook her head. The whole idea of helping had been long forgotten. The wedding was run by the waiter and waitress. You would just need to spend a little bit of money for such convenience.
"In that case, I'll head home. I'll plan something up for myself. The TV is always available", he replied disappointedly and headed for the exit.
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A blond hair girl fixed her hair back to its place. She stared at the bouquet that she was holding. In half an hour, she would be someone else's belonging. She was nervous; her hand was a bit shaky.
"Are you the bride of the day?"
She looked up and found a man standing before her. His short red hair was dancing gently as the wind blew. The stranger painted a smile on his face as their eyes met each others. The man sat next to her.
He was chewing bubblegum in his mouth and was about to trashed it on the ground when she stopped him. "You! Haven't you got a brain? Where is your civic? You shouldn't trash wherever you like. The dustbin is always accessible", she pointed her delicate finger to the bin.
The man smirked and quickly threw the bubblegum into the dustbin. "Ai, yes, miss bride-to-be, what are you doing here all alone? Shouldn't you go and get married?" he asked teasingly. She pulled a long face.
"Missing your parents?"
"I have no parents", she replied.
"Oh", he regretted for asking. He took out a cigarette and started to smoke.
"Scared?" he asked. The bride-to-be nodded slowly. The atmosphere was very dull. She wasn't very happy and uncertain about her choice.
"Don't pull a dog face. You are going to be someone else's wife, so face it. Reality check: there is no such thing as love. So, don't think much about it", he tried to give a useful advice to her.
"What do you know about marriage?" she demanded angrily. Truly, she was not happy to listen to him.
"Me? I'm a married man and I have a son about three years old".
"Who is your wife to you if you don't love her?"
"A friend. Why do you want to know?"
"Because I'm scared"
"Scared of what?"
"Scared that I would fall in love after my marriage", she uttered it quietly. Silence.
She rose on her feet, holding tight the bouquet in her hand. Her hazel eyes observed his features carefully. "Yuya Shiina", she introduced herself with her radiant smile. "Kyo", he responded. Kyo too was back on his feet.
"It's a goodbye then", Kyo said. He breathed in deeply. Yuya put her finger on his lips. "No, goodbye will only put an end to this meeting", she said and turned her back. Both of them headed for different direction.
As they walked, Yuya turned to look back at Kyo and Kyo turned to look back at her but their eyes never met. The future path was way unknown to them; things that were impossible will became likely to reach.
More new days to come as they patiently waited the fate to clash into each other once more.
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"This is Pauline Coaster reporting for Channel 4 alive from Street 112, London. Red Devil had been reported on taking another hostage, a six years old girl called Vanessa…"
Kyo walked down the path, reading the newspaper in his hand. The stories of Red Devil nasty work had been recently talked by the public all around London. Red Devil this… Red Devil that… All his vicious piece of work was no longer a secret to the world.
The Motorola 4231 rang and vibrated in his pocket. Sakuya's name appeared on the phone screen.
((Kyo, Takato's violin class will be starting in half an hour. I can't take him. I have a meeting to attend))
Kyo didn't answer.
((Kyo, don't make him late, okay?))
The short conversation came to an end.
Violin? He was hoping for his son to at least play all boys' game like football or swordsmanship fare. He crumpled the newspaper and threw it on the pedestrian path.
He sat on the bench next to a fat man who was busy soothing his fat son.
"Daddy, I'm scared! What if the Red Devil catches me? I won't be able to see you again", he sobbed. The man tried to convince his son that he would be safe as long as he stayed alert, but the son kept on sulking like a baby.
Kyo was getting annoyed so he immediately interrupted the scene.
"Son, you don't have to worry", he started to speak. "The Red Devil will not catch you because he won't be able to carry you. Your body is as fat as the overloading pig, you see. If the god blesses him and if he is able to carry you, he will surely die on his way to escape because your body is as big as the pig", Kyo insulted. Hearing this, the child cried even louder than before.
The father stared at Kyo in grimace. His son buried his face in his lap.
"Watch your mouth, mister! You are making the situation worse than before", he shot up. Kyo raised his eyebrows.
"You blame me? Why don't you see the mirror and decide whether I'm right or wrong?" Kyo argued. He widened his eyes two times bigger than normal. His red eyes gleamed as if they were laughing insanely.
The father and son moved away from him, irritated by his action. Kyo was finally felt a bit comfortable after releasing his stress.
He made his way home to send Takato to his violin class.
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Kyoshiro opened the oak door. He wanted to surprise Yuya with a kiss on her cheek. Slowly, he crept inside the house. From the corner, he could see Yuya vacuuming the floor.
However, Yuya had sensed his arrival at home. She turned around to him.
"Kyoshiro, why are you sneaking like that?" she asked her dear husband. She turned the vacuum off and spotted a stain on his pants.
"Kyoshiro, hurry up, open your pants", she ordered.
"My pants? Does that mean…"
"Yes, and hurry up, please".
"Oh, Yuya, I thought of kissing your cheek, but you surprise me even more".
"Stop yapping! You know I am so impatient beast".
Kyoshiro hurriedly opened his pants. "Yuya, now it's your turn", he said and smirked.
"Oh, my god, Kyoshiro, I don't have to open anything. You are", she said as she seized the pants from his hand. She sprayed the stain exterminator on grey garment.
"Yuya!" he sulked. Yuya gave him a big NO expression on her face. She handed the pants back to Kyoshiro and pushed the vacuum back in the store room.
Her hand snatched the red coat on the chair and she put it on. She tied a neat bun on her hair as she inspected herself using the mirror.
"I'm going out for a while. Do not turn the house upside down while I'm not here", she said as she took the key from Kyoshiro's pocket.
"Yuya, I love you", those words came out from his mouth. Yuya didn't reply nor did she smile, as if those three codes were nothing but a childish phrase.
She was really cold- hearted. She didn't belong here.
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"Father…" Takato called out softly. "WHAT?" he snapped back at the seven years old boy. He didn't look happy. Takato shuddered a little when Kyo shot up. He was almost crying.
"I thought I could tell you that today are my birthday, but everyone is forgetting it", he then muttered to his self, articulating the sadness that he had carried as a burden.
Kyo looked at the only son he had pettily as if he was a sin that was bear from the ego of the two adults. He took his cell phone from his pocket and started dialling.
The phone call was answered.
"Sakuya, do you remember anything special today?" he asked.
((I'm sorry, Kyo. I'm pretty busy right now. I cannot hold the conversation too long))
"Sakuya, today is Takato's birthday", he tried to remind her in a stern tone.
((Ask him what he would like to have. I will get it for him))
"Sakuya, he wants you to come out from your office and celebrates his birthday with him", he raised his voice one volume higher.
((I told you, Kyo. I can't. I have to work))
"Work, work, work, when did you ever spend your time with him like any mother will?" Kyo was now shouting.
((If you are going to pick a fight, I'm off now))
Then, she was gone from the line. Kyo spat curses at her and the cell phone and the guilt that he felt. He turned to look at Takato and shook his entire body.
"You stay here. I'm going to get the ticket. If you move an inch, I'm gonna kill you", he threatened. He gritted his canines at the softy boy and marched his way to the ticket counter.
Takato watched his father and the threat spanned in his head so fast that he felt so dizzy. Just then, a little girl passed by. She was beautiful; she was angelic. She was walking in between two women.
The girl swayed her hair with her hand and painted a very enchanting smile on her face. She waved her hand to him and Takato was frozen. "For me?" Takato asked. She nodded as a reply.
"Uh, yeah, baby. Let your beauty bring me to where your love will blossom", he said and followed the little girl.
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"Yuya, thanks for your help. If it wasn't because of you, I might've get divorce with Hide", said Mahiro. She cradled her five years old daughter in her lap.
"It wasn't a big deal. Plus, you guys were just fighting over a small matter. Divorce would be too much", Yuya replied. Mahiro patted Yuya's shoulder. Her train to Manchester had arrived.
The little girl clung on her mother's skirt. She was thirsty and the weather was very unpleasant. Mahiro carried her young one and stated her goodbye before they left.
She watched the two of them until they were gone from her sight.
"There you are, stupid boy! I told you to stick your feet in one place!" the conversation of a man to a seven years old boy caught her attention. She peered to take a better look at them. The man hunched to make an eye to eye contact with the frightened child.
"Do you know who the Red Devil is? I am!" he spat his warning at the boy. The little boy flinched.
"I love children! I love to eat their meat! I make steak, roll and meatball out of them! Yummy! Yummy!" he licked his lips and purposely grabbed the boy's jacket. The boy closed his eyes; his mouth was glued in a place, daring not to stare at the red eyes.
The man gave a freaky laugh and dragged the boy with him with a force.
"Red Devil!" thought Yuya. The boy was in danger.
Yuya, in her attention to rescue the boy, crept behind the man quietly. She sealed the boy's mouth and dragged the struggling boy away as fast as she could.
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"You see, Takato. Your mum has never… Takato?" Kyo looked at his empty grip. His son was missing. He twirled around.
People were crowding the place. It was the end of the day. He knew that it would be difficult to search for a small boy in a place like that.
A few metres away, he spotted a red dressed woman carrying his son away. Takato was shouting, "Father!" but each time he tried to voice up, the woman would shut his mouth.
Kyo struggled to get through the people.
"Stop that woman!" he yelled.
However, no one was taking a note of him. He was on his own.
"Mama, I want the ball", yelped a little girl. A chubby woman gave the girl to hold and play with it.
Kyo's eyes scanned the place to find a tool to use as a weapon as he chased for the woman. The ball in the little girl's hand came into his sight. He tried to seize the ball from her.
"No!" barked her. She bitted his arm till it bleed.
"Arghh!! Get your teeth of me and give me the ball!"
"No! Show me some fortune that I could make from the ball!"
"Fine. Spoiled brat, take this!"
The little girl passed the ball to Kyo and snatched the £ 100 from his hand. She counted the money and kept it in her pocket. "Thank you, uncle", she said like a good brat.
Holding the ball, he aimed it at the woman. "TAKE THIS, YOU RED DEVIL!"
The ball flew across and hit the woman's head. She tripped over. Her face hit the marble floor.
Blood oozed down her forehead. Her surrounding blurred slowly. Then, all the figures disappeared and her world was nothing else but darkness.
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"Ahhh… Red Devil! I'll get you! Ahhh…." Yuya moaned. She was traumatised. From the fall, she received a cut on her forehead. She was carried onto the ambulance. Then, the ambulance workers shut the door.
The ambulance sped away on the busy street.
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RING! The emergency phone rang. Tokito picked up the phone. "Hello?" asked her lazily. She took another sip of her hot cocoa. "Nurse Tokito, we've got a traumatised patient with a cut. Please get ready with the set up like the routine", said the urgent voice.
Tokito was all flamed up.
She marched like a soldier and ordered her underlings to set up the equipment. "Move your ass from the chair! We've got a traumatised patient with a cut incoming!" her voice echoed in the corridor.
A few seconds later, a red hair man with a little boy in his hand emerged. "May I ask where I could find a…"
Tokito spotted a cut on his hand. "This is the patient! Seize him!" she said loudly. Her face was very freaky. The Tokito's assistants quickly surrounded Kyo and grabbed him. They strapped him on the bed.
Kyo moved violently to free his self. "Let me go, you frigging bastard or I'll kill you!" he hissed at her. Tokito smirked. "He is a traumatised patient alright", she said proudly. She patted Kyo's forehead gently.
The assistants tried to neaten the strap around his waist. "Do not touch my butt!" mocked Kyo. He glared at the nurse fiercely. "Don't worry, I'll save you", said Tokito. Her eyes widened and her lips were drawing a smile that could make all people go crazy like hell.
One of the workers told Takato that his father was in a serious condition. Takato just nodded and left the corridor with the workers. "TAKATO, HELP ME YOUR DAD!" he shouted but the infant just made his way to the waiting room with the beautiful nurse, completely ignoring his father's screaming.
Shriek, yell and screaming boomed out from the mouth of the red hair man along the corridor.
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Yuya awakened from her deep sleep. After being tranquilized, she felt at ease. She straightened her back and lay against her pillow. Her bruise was bandaged. The pain had gone.
"Arghh!!!"
Yuya turned to look at the owner of the voice. It was the guy that she had merely mistaken as the Red Devil. Kyo tried to support his self with his hand. He was still feeling dizzy. The tranquilizer effect was way too strong.
Tokito came to check upon her custody patients.
"You, woman! Don't touch me!" he said, a bit disturbed to see Tokito's presence. He pushed away her hand when she tried to put the thermometer in his mouth.
"I said do not touch- BLEH!" he puked.
"The injection was too much, I think. I'm sorry to say, but, I believe we have injected the wrong dose because you were jerking too much and too violent", she apologized.
"Bitch! BLEH!" he puked again right after he spat the curse. Yuya watched the gruesome vomiting scene. "Ew", she thought to herself.
Tokito smirked and left after taking their temperature. She was needed in another ward.
Yuya pulled her blanket to cover her body. She tried to imagine herself being at the beach, playing volleyball with her feet firmly rooting the sand. The smell of the warm breeze was relaxing and welcoming.
It was a perfect place to be at this time rather than being stuck in the hospital with someone that she barely knew.
RING! The Motorola 4321 tuned the 'Blue requiem' theme. The rough finger pressed the answer button.
((Kyo, what happen to you?))
He quietened.
((Kyo, I will fetch you tomorrow. I need to finish my work tonight. Sorry, honey. I love you))
He didn't even say a word.
He rolled his eyes to look at the hazel green eyes which had been staring at him. Yuya hurriedly avoided the red sexy eyes. Her tanned cheeks developed deep pink colour; she was blushing.
Kyo stepped down from his bed and made his way to her. He closer up his mouth to her ears and whispered, "Yuya, do you remember?" Yuya tilted her face with a radiant shine across her face.
She nodded her head.
"Why didn't you talk to your wife?" she started the conversation.
"How did you know?"
"I can guess".
"Don't interfere with other people's affair".
"I could help if you like".
"No, you don't have to. You've done enough".
"I don't even start to help you yet".
"No, you have. If I hadn't met you in the first place, I wouldn't learn my mistake", he said. Yuya stared at him dumbfounded. She didn't get the meaning of his words.
The night fled away; their fates had clashed into one another. That night was the real beginning of all; the real beginning for them to learn the definition of true love.
This is too long for a chapter. Anyway, I didn't know if you like them or not. Flame me to write the other fanfic that I wrote: I will continue. Better now or never. Anyway, I myself think I write sucks stories. Hope you guys didn't get bored reading it. I thought of posting this after I wrote the 7TH chapter of the other fanfic that but I guess I had been dragged along with this one.