Summery: Hinamori Amu wakes up in the middle of a street, soaking wet. She has no idea what has happened and seems to be an amnesiac. When a figure in the distance pulls a gun with her, kidnaps her, and tells her nonsense about being Lucifer's daughter, what does she do?
Something wet splattered on my nose, dripping down the sides of my face. I cracked my eyes open, staring at the dark grey sky that was scattering the raindrops. I sat up a bit on the concrete sidewalk I was laying down on. I saw a masculine figure walk towards me.
A white flash went before my eyes, before a sharp pain stung through my head. I grimaced and put a hand to my temple.
"F-Father…"
I glanced around, startled at the little girl's voice. The figure came closer and bent down beside me. He reached out and laid a hand my right wrist. Fiery pain spread throughout my body, coming from his touch. I screamed out in pain as he grinned without humor. He put more pressure on it, making stars before my eyes. My body started shaking uncontrollably. I clenched my fists and shoved him away. He lurched and his form hung over, his head hanging
The pain immediately faded and I looked at him. He stared at me with dark eyes, filled with hunger and hurt. He swung his torso upwards, reminding me of a drunkard. He was wearing soaked jeans and a black tee shirt. Then he laughed, causing me to glance up again at his face. He was still had that frightening grin on, blue hair hanging down in a mess. His navy eyes were just a shade away from being black, and I couldn't tell his pupil from his iris. He had long legs and a muscular frame, so I doubted I could run away from him.
He chuckled again. "Pink hair, golden eyes. You match the description perfectly." I jumped slightly at the sound of his voice. It was deep and harsh; with a sense of sultry and agony. He took something glittering around of his pocket. He pointed the silver gun at me, smirk on his face.
"Hinamori Amu."