Blood... One would never think it had much of a scent, but one terrified, little human could describe in detail what the heady stench of blood was like...
It reminded him of everything he hated, everything a normal person should typically avoid.
His eyes lingered on the spattered surfaces around the room, the walls, the floor, the ceiling, even the people, some more than others were covered with that life-giving fluid.
In the far corner of the room lay one such body that sported more blood than the others, however, it lacked primordial movement and displayed superfluous wounds disfiguring the now-unmoving body. One hastily made cut was visible on the victims windpipe, obviously the cause of death.
A man in the room, in a notably better condition than the others, stood against the wall next to the victim, arms crossed with a less than satisfactory look upon his face, he was wearing a black leather jacket and dark blue torn jeans with chains decorating them, his hair was messy just like the man himself and he had piercings around his nose and mouth. He was eyeing one of the occupants of the room for reasons you could only dread. The target of his gaze was a young woman, early 20's or so, her clothes were filthy and scarcely noticeable from the shadows which covered the majority of her being.
The boy was terrified, his eyes were shifted around the room frantically and he clung to the woman who held him. If not for the presence of his parents, the boy felt he would've lost all hope hours ago. The boy counted the occupants of the room, the living occupants that is... He counted nine people including himself and his family and also came to the conclusion that the man wearing leather was the cause of the death of the person who lay in the corner, which made the boy shiver at the thought of what he was thinking as he watched the young lady intently.
The boys train of thought was quickly interrupted by the door slamming into the wall. In walked a man with blonde, slicked back hair, he wore a black tank top and grey cargo trousers, he had a tattoo snaking up his right arm and another covering the left of his neck, a tribal style to both of them, he had chains covering his chest and a couple of expensive looking rings adorning his fingers. Overall, the man looked like a typical thug and this was clearly making the rooms occupants nervous.
"Yo, Fujimaki, it's been five hours." The boy overheard the thug whisper as he got closer to the man now identified as 'Fujimaki' "The boss is getting impatient, he says to thin the population some if you get what I mean." The boy tightened his grip on his mother which didn't go unnoticed.
His mother tried to calm him down, "Don't worry honey, it'll be alright, Mr. Policeman wi-" What came out of his mother's mouth next was a near-inaudible, hoarse croak. A harsh red leaked down from her neck and onto her clothes, dying her previously white blouse a solid crimson.
"Kasumi!" His father yelled while putting his arms under his now limp mother. "YOU BAST-ards..." His eyes wide in horror as the blade plunged into his neck was roughly torn out, severing his windpipe, and having him join his dying wife on the floor.
The boy was quiet, now so terrified that his eyes were threatening to bulge out of their sockets, "GET AWAY!" The boy shifted his gaze to watch as Fujimaki circled in on the girl he had been watching profusely "Please just stay away..." Tears were clearly streaming down the girls face as she squirmed under the man fast approaching.
"Stop resisting girl, it's inevitable, your death that is." Fujimaki was grinning from ear-to-ear, "I hate to end such a pretty looking gal but the boss' orders are absolute, it's either you or me, and I'd rather it be you to be frank." The girl was then lifted and held against a wall as Fujimaki stabbed her in the chest, apparently piercing her heart. The boy almost vomited at the sight of the thick streams of blood flooding down her carcass
"Hey boy." His gaze shifted to the man with the slicked back hair, "How old are you?" He couldn't speak, eyes darting desperately around the room, screaming for assistance from the remaining 5 survivors, they stared back, it was clear that they wanted to help, but their better judgement kept them from doing so. "Boy! I asked your age! You deaf kid?"
He knew he had to answer if he wanted to live, so he cleared his throat, "s-six..." impressed with how he could even form words after watching both of his parents die. "I'm six..."
The man seemed to be deep in thought, "Man, you'd think the cops would be all for paying up, what with us having a young'un here." The man called for his accomplice, " Take this kid to boss, see if the sight of him'll help the negotiation, I'll take over here."
Fujimaki was fast-approaching and had grabbed him by the wrist before he could even react, "Come on kid, you're with me so be grateful." He quickly tugged the child out of the room whilst the others just watched, too scared to even save a young boy. Light rapidly entered his now dark-accustomed eyes and had him squinting profusely to adapt to the light of the corridor. The walls were a bright yellow, such a vibrant colour, it was as if they were mocking his fate.
He passed a few men along the way, but passed them before he had a good chance to check their attire. They all seemed to be wearing black or grey however, a few of them eyed the child as he passed, which was made more intimidating by the firearms that they held.
He was finally brought to a double-door, one that you would typically see at a head-office, "Boss, got a kid here that Itsuki had me bring ya," Fujimaki stated whilst knocking, "said something about him helping with the negotiation."
"Itsuki did?" The voice came from behind the door, it was deep, obviously belonging to a large man, "Fine, bring him in would you?" Fujimaki opened the door with himself in tow. The man was large as the boy had previously imagined. Unlike Fujimaki and Itsuki, this man wore a less intimidating garb. He wore an open black blazer over a white undershirt and had a single gold ring on the index finger of his right hand, his brown hair was short and unkempt however, he was successfully displaying himself as a wealthy yet casual man, yet it doesn't seem that his wealth was gained through respectable work... The office itself was a tan colour unlike the corridors and was decorated with bookshelves and tables, there was also a notably large window behind where the large man was seated. The boss stood from behind his desk and walked around it to the front, he then leaned against it in an almost seated manner. The lower half of his body was now visible, now showing his grey dress trousers and his black leather shoes. "Hmm," The man raised his left up to his chin in a contemplative manner, "how old is he?" the man questionned.
"erm... I think I overheard him tell Itsuki he was six or something like that, right kid?" He shoved the boy harshly earning a prompt nod from the child, "Yeah, six."
"I see, it's obvious why Itsuki sent him, surely they can't refuse such a sad face." he mocked, "Alright then, Adam, re-establish contact with the office would you, I have some more demands to make, I would also like to remind them of how nasty they're being to these people, especially this child." His face displayed mock disgust.
The previously unnoticed man, now labeled as 'Adam' dressed very similarly to the boss, a sign that he didn't partake in simple grunt work, the only difference being that he had a waistcoat instead of a blazer, also, his hair was dyed red and styled well. His appearance and name made it clear that he wasn't Japanese, most likely American. "Sure thing boss," Adam started to work on the computer and re-calibrate the equipment, "alright the screen should be coming up right about... Now!" As he signaled, the screen lit up, showing a man in an officers uniform as well as several other occupants in the background.
"Hello," the policeman was visibly confused, "do you need something?" The man had short black hair and quite a lot of stubble adorning his face.
"Indeed I do," The boss replied "but where is that other officer? You know the aged one with the moustache?" Putting his finger up to his upper lip as if to imitate where a moustache would be, "I spoke with him earlier, could you get him for me?" For a man making demands, he sure seemed casual, it was probably his way of displaying confidence.
"Oh, you must mean Takahashi-san, sorry but he went out quite a while ago, think he went out on duty, should've been back by now actually. Do you need him or could I help?" The officer asked kindly.
"No no, it's fine," The boss shook his hand from side to side, "I'll be going now then, give him my regards." the screen then faded to black, and Adam turned to his boss.
"You don't think they'll be coming for us do you?" Adam questioned, "they know that we'll kill them all if they try anything don't they? Surely they wouldn't risk that."
"I don't think that the chief would leave in such a situation unless that was the case," The boss returned, "I think we should set some people up by the entrance. Fujimaki, take one of the guys guarding the corridor and hold the entrance, take this too." he gave the man a pistol. "We don't need any extra hostages if you know what I mean."
The boy looked around desperately, it seemed that he had been forgotten in the arising situation, "Sure boss, what should i do with the boy?" or not...
"Take him to the front with you, he shouldn't give you much trouble and an on-the-spot hostage, a kid at that, will help calm 'em down. And then we can start talking business with those tight bastards." The boss smirked and walked up to the child, lowering himself to his eye-level, "You're gonna be a good little brat ain't ya? If you aren't then I'm gonna have this here mister" motioning to Fujimaki, "blow your tiny brains out." the boy couldn't look anymore miserable even if he tried, his family butchered right in front of him and his death was most-likely incoming quickly. All he could do was whimper. The only reason he was still standing was because of Fujimaki's grip on his arm.
Fujimaki held his newly obtained pistol up to the child's temple, "come on kid, wanna go out and play cops and robbers?" Fujimaki obviously threatened people with delight as his smirk grew at the thought of shooting the child.
Adam turned, "Fujimaki, make sure you don't kill this one prematurely, there's no use in holding a dead hos-"
Adam was cut off by the sound of gunshots in the corridor, five shots were heard and along with it was the sound of loud thumps hitting the floor, "Fujimaki, check it out now!" the boss yelled, clearly distraught about the idea of his underlings being incapacitated.
The boy was yanked along with Fujimaki as he dropped to the ground.
"Fujima-?!" a bullet wound was visible in the back of his head, as well as a hole in the door where it had passed through, Adam noticed this, "BOSS! Get down!"
The boss got behind his desk and proceeded to lower himself under it, Adam fled behind his computer equipment and brought out his own firearm in a protective stance.
Now that Fujimaki had involuntarily released his grip, the boy rose and scurried behind the bookshelf to the left of the door.
The tension was thick, everything was silent if not for the distant sound of approaching footsteps. Both Adam and the boss had their gun's targeting the door, clearly forgetting the large window behind them, now smashed due to the two men who just crashed through it.
"URGH!" Adam had been shot accurately in his right arm, forcing him to drop his weapon and was shot again in his left thigh to incapacitate him.
The boss had been restrained and his head slammed against the desk which was supposedly there to safeguard him, "You..." His eyes were trained on the aged officer who had shot Adam, "You're the chief, the one i spoke to earlier right? This is quite a gamble you made here, we could've killed every hostage in the building!"
The chief just stared at him coldly, "you think I care? No, I recognised you from the wanted posters, 'Yoshida Souta' correct?" The chief raised an inquisitive brow.
"Well, I'm famous am I? So what if I am, want my autograph fuzzy lip?" he mocked.
"Right, then that means that you're the one who escaped from Osaka after all those reports of theft, prostitution and many cases of drug trafficking." The chief closed in on Yoshida.
"My proudest work actually, went much better than thi-" A knee was jabbed into his side, cutting off his wind.
"Don't mock us Yoshida, the chief has some questions." Came from the officer holding him.
Yoshida's hair was grabbed and the chief brought him up to glare at him, "Well, we know you have the money, so tell us where it is. As you may have noticed, we aren't playing good cop, bad cop here, more like bad cop and severly pissed off bad cop so trust me when I say it's in your best interest to tell us." The chief then slammed his face onto the desk, the sound of Yoshida's nose breaking was sickeningly audible.
"Bastards, I thought cops couldn't shoot to kill unless necessary," Adam screeched through gritted teeth, "from what I've heard, you've been killing left, right and centre! Looks like someones leash needs checking eh?" The chief turned his attention to Adam, his eyes threatening to tear through Adam's skull with pure fury.
"I think you're the one whose leash needs checking, dog. Unless you hadn't noticed, your 'boss' isn't in the best of situations, and last I saw, neither were you, smartass." The chief kicked his thigh wound, causing him to double over in pain. "The only reason you're still alive is because you're obviously some sort of second-in-command, so tell us what we want to know or I'll rough it out of you, I'm curious to see how far I can bend your loyalty before it snaps."
A poor cough was heard from the desk, "Something tells me you ain't even on your leash anymore, right, honourable 'chief of police'. No, you're far too violent, that guy at the police office knew nothing about what your duties were either, else he'd be here with you. So, you want the wealth for yourself right? You're going to tell everyone how the bad people killed your men and forced you to take drastic measures, huh? What about this poor bastard holding me down? He's obviously curious else he would've stopped me by now. Wait, don't tell me... I'm spot on aren't I?" Yoshida asked seemingly amused his self-indulged little game.
"Si-sir?" The officer stammered, "What's he on abou-"
*BANG*
Yoshida felt the clasp on his arm and upper back release, and suddenly felt a hefty weight upon himself. He turned to see a bullet wound inbetween the officers eyes and twisted to see that the gun the chief held was aimed at himself. "A simple hot or cold would've sufficed." Yoshida removed the weight from himself and rose, "So what happens now officer?"
"Well, aren't you ballsy?" the chief pivoted to target Adam's forehead, "You seem close to this guy, why don't we see how close he can get to a bullet? Or would you rather talk?" There was a dangerous glint in the man's eye, he was evidently a man above bluffing.
"We aren't idiots, we're aware you won't let us leave after telling you, it would be as ridiculous an idea as turning yourself in." Adam spat out.
The chief seemed amused ,"You caught on well, sometimes people will just admit out of pure fear without thinking of the consequences... Why can't you be more like those people?"
Yoshida yawned, "Isn't it about time we ended this? I'm starting to get thoroughly bored and I think we've made ourselves clear that you aren't getting any information out of us."
The chief thought for a moment, "You're right, guess I'll just take what you have on you so I won't go back empty-handed." he shot Adam in the forehead spraying crimson over his prized equipment.
"BASTARD!" Yoshida then charged at the man only to be winded by a raised fist, doubling over the chief's arm to be stabbed in the back of his neck by the elder man's combat knife. He muffled what curses he could as he plummeted to the ground.
The child silently observed all the happening's from his undiscovered hiding spot. However, now that all was quiet, his recurring muffled sobs were discovered by the greyed man, who approached him with an expression of animosity. He grabbed the boy by the arm and forced him from his hiding place.
"You aren't leaving here boy, you've heard too much." At the sound of this, the child lunged at the man, striking him in his weakest area, giving him time to escape. He ran out of the office and went along the blood-spattered corridors, corpses were lined along them, both police and thug alike. As he passed the room he was previously held in, he could see that all of the hostages had been murdered. The youth had little time to think about this however as all of his thought were set on fleeing the area. The doorway at the end of the last turn had been busted open, likely caused by conflict.
He exited the building to be greeted by the cold of night and the bitter rain. He saw the surrounding fences lead to the premise opening and dashed for it only to be halted by a tackle towards the rough cement.
The chief was visibly exasperated, "I'm too old for this... shit, kid." He was panting profusely, " I've used the last of my bullets to make matters worse... This is going to be a lot more painful than a shot in the head I'm afraid..." he grabbed the combat knife from his belt "I apologise in advance for this young'un..."
The boy was screaming frantically, his life was ending and he couldn't do a thing about it, he used all of his power to form one final sentence, "I HATE ALL OF YOU HUMAN's, YOU'RE THE REAL MONSTERS, I WISH ALL OF YOU WOULD JUST DIE!" Tears were streaming down his eyes, more so than they ever had before, along with some other, thicker liquid, it felt like... Blood.
The youth could barely see with his tear-induced vision but he could make out what looked like a hand emerge from the chief's forehead, finger's sticking out of it in a preposterous fashion.
The chief was then thrown to the side by the silhouette of a young girl.
"Are you alright? did they harm you in any way?" Her voice was beautiful, one would never imagine a person with such an angelic voice could kill someone as effortlessly as she had.
She offered her hand towards the boy, "Here, let me help you up, I can take you to a safe place." He considered her invitation, what else could he do? His parents were murdered, the police were apparently corrupted, the only available option seemed to be to accept this strangers invitation, she had just saved his life after all.
He grasped her hand and she lifted him to his feet with no effort. "Are you tired? I can carry you if you want?" The boy nodded thoughtlessly, his eyes dead and his body surviving with what little energy remained.
She lifted the boy onto her back and put her arms under his legs, the boy dangled his arms over her shoulders comfortably. He buried his face into her hair and closed his eyes as she began to walk. 'Vanilla, her hair smell's like vanilla.' he surmised.
"Hey? Before you fall asleep could i at least get your name?" She questioned gleefully. The boy was fast approaching unconsciousness, but managed to answer...
"Tsu-ku-ne... My name is Tsukune..." He answered as he drifted into slumber.
Hiya!
I hope you all enjoyed my first ever fanfic, it was actually my first ever time trying to write...
I would like to point out that this story is going to be centred on the manga so don't be confused when a character you've never heard of comes along because you only watched the anime ok?
I would seriously appreciate any reviews as long as they aren't flames or anything along those lines, please tell me what you think and whether I should continue writing, I'll take it as a green-light to go ahead and write another chapter if enough will me to do so.
I would like to point out that I'm English so some of the terms will be English rather than american. I imagine you know that 'trousers' are our way of saying 'pants' and that we spell 'gray' as 'grey'.
This chapter will most likely be the most violent, it's a vicious prologue to set Tsukune's character for the later chapters (if they come that is). I will put the other characters into the storyline in later chapters but whether they will be friend or foe is yet to be decided.
I wouldn't say Tsukune is going to be dark in this, he's just going to be against humans somewhat.
Please remember to review and favourite if you enjoyed reading this because it's the only way to tell me you want me to continue this.
Au Revoir readers! ^^
