DiscLaimer: I don't own RK
Beta-reader:Mannd1068
Summary: Enishi is thirsting for Jinchuu, but this time is not against his brother-in-law, instead against a blue eyed female with a strange curse.
In search of the Calyx of Life
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The First Bite
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"Ironic" the words escaped his sister's thin lips. Her black eyes were set on the white wall of the refined room. He didn't think she was speaking to him, she must have been talking to herself again.
"What is ironic?" his young mind tried to repeat the word he had heard her whisper. He couldn't help but ask. His sister had changed greatly since her sudden departure to the aunt's house and her equally sudden reappearance.
Like bathed in cold water she turned wide black eyes towards him, as if she saw him for the first time today. Maybe she did, she was always lost on her thoughts most days and hardly paid him any attention anymore. As if in surprise she turned wide black eyes towards him, as if she just realized he was there. Maybe she was, as most days she was lost in her own world since Kiosato's death and hardly paid attention to him anymore.
"The marriage proposal" she said. He wasn't sure if she had told him because it would be impolite not to, or because she sincerely wanted to tell him. Her eyes once again trailed off and he felt the hurtful pang of being so easily forgotten.
"Why?" he found himself asking, but black eyes turned to him with a confounded frown "Why is the marriage proposal ironic?" he asked her once again, his green-blue eyes staring at her with concern.
"Because…," she began and her eyes turned to the white roof as if looking for an answer she had suddenly forgotten "Because it may have been what I was looking for" she said simply, her black eyes taking a faraway look, but a small smile tugged her lips.
He remained silent for a few moments before he managed to form a coherent thought again "Don't you love Kiyosato anymore?" he ignorantly asked. He had known his sister had been deeply in love with the man since she had been a child. However, Kiyosato had perished many moons ago, and he was also aware that some people fell in love with other people again, like their father did.
"I will always love Akira," she had said and her eyes flashed with emotion, the first real emotion he had seen her show for a long time now. He felt her eyes piercing him with disapproval and he instantly felt guilty. "That's why I will marry this man, because I love Akira".
The lights had the same brightness, or more correctly, the same lack of brightness as the last week he visited this scanty club. The scent of alcohol, sweat and cigars were strong and it disgusted him, however, he couldn't help but come here, again, this Wednesday.
There was a lone raven haired girl, dancing seductively to each note of the old but finely polished piano. The random colored lights played among her skin and her movements were slow yet filled with an unsurpassed amount of energy and vitality, and the unique mix of seduction and innocence she portrayed had made her a godly character for these miserable men. Her hair was held back from her face in a loose braid by a pair of ribbons of a neon pink color. The lights made the ribbons glow and the drastic change in colors made the scene very alluring, in a sensual way.
Many watched the never ending movement of her hips, others watched as the ribbons in her hair slowly came undone with her constant movement, while others watched the small gold coins that were sewn on her scrap of underwear as they moved with her to the music. He had to admit that the female had great acrobatic abilities, especially when she decided to play on the stripper's pole standing in the center of the stage, which she did today, but he knew better than that, to her, it was as easy as the mere act of breathing.
Still, he didn't care about any of those things. Instead, his aqua eyes were fixated on her face, memorizing it to heart. He was quick to notice the sweat she was starting to develop and her growing agitation. Her eyes were closed, and her lips forced a little smile. She was not having a great time, he could see it clearly. Of course, those simple and mindless humans in the front row could never see behind those hidden fangs and stare at the true nature of the wild beast they lusted after.
One of said mindless men stood from his chair, was the man drooling? He narrowed his aqua eyes to check if it was even possible, but with the now almost empty bottle of whiskey on the fool's hand, he wasn't sure. He watched as the man fumbled his pant's pocket until he took out a green dollar… the man hardly glanced at it and walked forward to the apparently unknowing dancer. The man stumbled along the crowded way, alcohol must have replaced the blood on his veins by now, but still he managed to reach his glorious deity in a single piece. The man finally extended his hand, silently… or well really asking to be allowed to place the dollar on her. The girl glanced at him and raised an elegant eyebrow. Blue eyes stared at the man dismissively and she turned her chin away, showing how much disgust she had for him. It was then when the man turned to his dollar and nervously scratched the back of his head. He fumbled again in his pocket and took another bill. He once again extended his hand, but this time, there was no rejection. His goddess came down to him, adoringly as he has always probably envisioned her and after a 10-seconds long personal dance to the buyer she stopped at his side, waiting. The man nervously placed the money in her bra and stepped back and she walked away and sent the fool a kiss.
And there she was once again showing her sweaty porcelain skin to the hungry men who wooed her incessantly. Her eyes, once again closed and her hips danced to the… music, yes, now there was loud music. Just like that, the minutes passed, and then the hour slowly came to its end and he had to wonder if there was place for another bill on her body. She was an excellent dancer.
He kept his turquoise eyes trained on her, and there had been a question nagging him since last week. Why did she ignore him? She knew where he was and what he was…there was no possible doubt about it. Why?
And just when he was questioning her inhuman abilities, he caught her blue eyes staring at him. Even when he was in the darkest corner she was holding his gaze. But what eyes! They were threatening…she dared to threaten him? A simple female loner dared threaten him? Just then, the lights abruptly faded, and she smirked devilishly to him… and arrogantly walked away to the backstage.
The thing was, he also smirked, her head would soon adorn the wall of his luxurious studio. He thought of how much he would enjoy looking it.
And with that image in mind, he stood from the uncomfortable chair, leaving the five empty vodka shot glasses on the unkempt wooden table. His long sheathed sword was strapped on his back. The elongated item was almost as tall as him and equally if not more deadly.
He silently made his way to the back door he knew connected to the backstage. Drunken people allowed him free access and the horde of whores stepped aside and allowed him to pass. No woman was enough to take the challenge and the pain which came with his cold smirk or manly demands, none dared and so it led him to think that maybe human females weren't as ignorant as the men. At least they weren't allured by him, they realized the real threat he posed. He was a beast, and hell, he was proud of it.
He finally made it to the back door, where her scent was fresh. Pushing a bouncer to the side forcefully he made it out of the door and the chilly wind of a snowstorm greeted him.
She wanted to play, it was evident. The lowly woman was in fact the one he was looking for. No human female could stand this cold air or would even try to walk out during a snowstorm. She knew he was there, and she knew he was hunting her…though it amazed him that she decided to run at the first option…maybe he had good intentions? Maybe he just wanted a taste of her? Smart and distrusting little woman…plan A had failed, he would have to use other measures in order to get her.
His thoughts were disturbed when another scent greeted him, a growing scent. The scent of blood …her blood? With a frown he walked away from the night club and walked deeper on the snowstorm. After a minute's walk he finally reached the pool of blood. Its scent coated the entire area and he smirked. A merely 5'2 black haired stripper was capable of such massacre?
She was an assassin. His first doubt had been eradicated as he watched the corpses of their kind sprawled around. Four broken corpses. None breathed; she had sharper fangs than he had anticipated.
As his aqua eyes once again roamed the horizon, her petite figure looked down at him. Though she was almost a kilometer away, they could see each other as if they were merely meters away. A silent threat passed between them and promised only one thing: Blood.
With that, she jumped down the hill she was standing on and disappeared behind the ever falling snow of this area…
…and he felt his anticipation grow tenfold…he will have her blood. The blood of the murderer!
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To be Continued…
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JeniNeji's Note:
Tell me what you think!
And, yes, I will continue my other RK story, The Voice.
I'm working on it.