The Fate of a Destiny Child
Prologue
Kumori (MMayChan)
Surrounded by flames, a mysterious girl stalked through the burning remains of the village. She could hear the screams of the villagers, screams of pain and agony, as she eyed the destruction. Death was nothing new to her… Not after so many years. The warm breeze stirred her icy blue hair, blowing it across her face in wisps. Her odd yin yang-like eyes missed nothing as she searched for the girl she knew she would find. Her gaze fell upon a tree in a distance and particularly the shadowy figure perched in it. As she approached the girl jumped down, muttering to herself and grinning evilly.
"Hitan!"
Hitan was exactly the same as the last time they saw each other. Her raven black hair flew about her face as she whirled around swiftly, her moonlike eyes full of hatred.
"What are you doing here, Kumori?" She demanded.
"I am getting rid of you, once and for all."
Hitan laughed cruelly. "Do you really think you can beat me?"
"Yes, I do." Kumori replied. "It is my destiny to kill you."
The black haired girl just laughed more. "All you talk about is destiny. Why not just be like me and forget about you 'destiny'?"
Kumori glared at her rival. "I do not wish to be a whore like you."
Hitan's eyes narrowed from full moons, to slits. "And what would you know about that?" She asked angrily.
"That many fine looking men had been murdered by a woman they had fallen in love with." Kumori shot back. "And by the description of people who knew them, it was clearly you."
"Ha!" Hitan answered. "What do those people know? The men had no money so they had to pay with their lives. No one steals from me."
"You would probably sleep with any man for nothing. You most likely got bored with them."
Not being able to bear the insult, Hitan slashed at Kumori with a small hidden dagger. Not expecting the attack, Kumori had little time to back away. Noticing the pain in her chest, she looked down. A not-too-deep wound was bleeding badly.
"You…" Kumori began. "Bitch…" She finished inaudibly.
"Kumori!" Yelled a voice from the shadows. A handsome young man with red hair brushed past Hitan and ran to Kumori's side.
"Well… if it isn't Shimeru." Hitan said, sounding bored.
"How could you?" He asked.
"Yes, how could I?" Hitan replied as she walked off, disappearing into the darkness.
"Shimeru."
"Kumori?" He asked shakily.
Kumori laughed a little. "You should know by now that a tiny wound will not kill me." She smiled, but her eyes darkened. "Hitan has no sense of honour. Yet I should have expected no less of her. I am glad… that I shall be the one to rid the earth of her, although she denies it. She does not understand… the bonds of destiny may never be broken."
And so they left the village, no only embers in the distance.
"Until the next thousand years Hitan…"