Playing With Demons is a fan fiction story that has been in the back of my mind for almost a year now, so I finally decided to come out and write it. Originally the story was 'you' based, but because this site stinks I had to make up a character.
Authors Disclaimer:
I used characters from Yu Yu Hakusho, The Get Backers, and I might throw some Yu-Gi-Oh! characters in there just because I'm too lazy to make up my own. I don't own nor did I create these characters. Yes, be glad I don't own these shows, as I would screw the plot up, royally.
Authors Claimer:
Anyway, there is one character that is mine that is more to me then just a character for one of my stories. I created my own little demon, named Akujin. This character isn't from any actual manga or anime, but I do wish that you not use this character. Well, as my story goes along and you want to write your own fan fiction about him, be my guest, as long as you put a disclaimer up.
AUTHORS WARNING: Please read-
Oh yes, there's some major OOCness with the characters I used in this story. Yeah, Youko Kurama and Kuronue wouldn't do that to a little girl..Or would they? (major giveaway if you didn't catch that) Anyway, point being, I didn't rate this 'M' just because of those "scenes" (which there are by the way) but also for language, intense scenes and situations, cannibalism, and brutal murders, now I'm sure the people that love that stuff probably just skipped over the rest of this and began reading, but seriously, if just about anything at all offends you, I wouldn't recommend you reading this story. K?thnx.
EDIT: The scenes aren't as 'intense' as the originally were, as I had to cut down on the description a little. Sorry about that folks.
Chapter 1:
The rain needled through the sky, landing on pavement, forming puddles or mud in the grass, tapping away listlessly on the roofs and windows of the houses along Ocean Ave.Jessica sat inher favorite blue cushioned bench and looked outher bedroom window. It had been raining for two days straight, and the gloomy weather did nothing to improveher mood.Her chin was cupped inher hand asshe leanedher elbow on the window sill, gazing out at the foggy window. The multiple specks of water blurred the vision out of the window even furthur. The thought of him lingered in the back of hermind asshe glared through the window at the weather. Everything about him drifted throughher mind, his face, his name, everything thather eyes had seen him do...She saw everything, and ever sinceshe first saw him,she knew,she thought, these eyes will never see the same. His name...A name greater than the devil himself, a name that dare not cross almost anyone's lips, humans, demons, and immortals alike. A name that would tear your heart apart just thinking about how the name itself affectedher life. The name of the nightmare, the name of a demon. His name was Akujin.
The sound of a door slamming floated in from downstairs. The quick sound that broke the silence madeJessica jump alittle and look towardsher bedroom door, which led into a hallway that ended with the stairs.She knew it was justher mother coming home from work.She sneered at the door and looked back towards the weather abused window.Jessica was furious with hermother at the moment. Because of the harsh weather conditions,she was forbidden by her motherto go outside, which meantshe couldn't watch Akujin. Jessica daydreamed he'd be doing something fantastic and taintalizing in those dark alleyways, those narrow store-crowded streets, those tiny apartments with so many helpless victims. And such weather for such actions.
Jessicafoldedher arms and sighed. Life's a bitch. Butshe had this philosphy, 'life's not that much of a bitch if you don't feed it bones.' Which basically meant, life doesn't have to be so bad as long as you don't give it reasons to. With this thoughtshe stepped down from the bench and madeher way over toher closet, opening it,she pulled out your raincoat, misc. items jingling in it's pockets.She closedthe closet door, and walked over toher dresser.She opened the bottom drawer and after awhile of fumbling through all ofher clothes, shepulled out a 8x5 black binded notebook with a silver cover, it was unlabeled.She was going to sneak out.
Jessicawaited byher door for a full five minutes, clutchingher notebook toher chest, wearingher black raincoat.She had listened to her mother walk up the stairs and heard the door close to her bedroom down the hall.Jessica now decided it was time to move.She slowly openedher bedroom door, trying to make as little sound as possible.She crept down the hallway as sneaky as possible, the socks onher feet acting as a muffler to lessen the sound against the hard wood floors. Asshe walked byher mothers roomshe could hear her voice, she stopped to listen. "...And tell Nigel and Betty that I want that blue print in tommorrow on my desk and make sure that..."Jessica rolled your eyes and kept walking. Work.She thought to herself asshe quietly decended the staircase, thoughshe knew it most likely didn't matter,her mother was too into her conversation to hear the sound of feet.
At the end of the staircaseshe faced the pearl white front door, to the far right layher school shoes, next to them washer worn down sneakers.She trotted up to them and quickly slipped on the sneakers, still clutching ahold ofher silver notebook.She madeher way back to the front door and grasped the brass handle, slowly,she opened the door.Shewas met with a slight rush of cold breeze and the raindrops asshe slipped out the door and quietly shut it, not wanting to take any chances.
Jessicabroke into a run, downher driveway,she turned left and dashed along the sidewalk. The sloppy sound of water splooshing up from her shoes and the whistle of icy wind rung inher ears.She tucked your notebook into the coat pocket to prevent it from getting water damaged.
Sheran down the sidewalk, all the way down out ofher suburban area into the narrow streets of hertown, shops side by side of each other, many had some spaces in between each other, which made even smaller and narrower streets. These were alleyways, many of whichshe wasall to familiar of. It was in most of these alleywaysJessica watched and observed Akujin commit these vicious crimes on the human race.She stopped running for a moment to catchher breath.She sniffed a little and looked around, the rain wasn't going to let up any time soon, which made it difficult forher to see a far distance, in which case, up the street.
Butshe knew the usually busy town was now mostly vacant on the streets, everyone was inside their houses or apartments, keeping away from the bitter cold weather.She sniffled again, trying to get that tingly feeling inher sinuses as she turned around.
Whethershe sensed demons or just troubleshe wasn't sure, but whenshe wasyoung, around eight,she noticed that she'd get that feeling like your about to sneeze, butshe never could. Asshe grew older,she realized from reading the newspaperher mom leaves on the table when she leaves for work, and from watching the news channel at night, everyplaceshe had that feeling, something fatal happened, usually demon related. Years went on and shetracked wherevershe got this feeling, and sure enough an accident always happened.
Jessicakept looking around, moving every which way a bit, trying to pick up something.She used this odd sixth sense of hers to find Akujin, thoughshe wasalways onher guard,she found out the hard way thather nose doesn't always lead you to Akujin.
Walking alittle further up the street, still looking around every which way,she noticed that most of the stores were closed, but wasn't suprised.She stepped down form the sidewalk and crossed the street,she splashed through the little river flowing quickly through the gutters asshe jumped up on the other sidewalk and splashed into a puddle. To any person that looked out their window,she wasjust another stupid kid, playing in the rain and bound to catch a cold. Butshe knew whatshe wasreally doing. Searching. And just playing off whileshe looked for trouble, literally. Jessica was beginning to walk down the sidewalk again when something suddenly stopped her.She felt the slightest tingle in betweenher eyes.She turned toher left, towards the street, nothing.She turned toher right, the sensation grew. Not exactly toher suprise,she waslooking at an alley way.
Shelooked up at the two buildings that made the alley way. Molly's Shoe Shop and the local post office.She sniffled again and snuck into the alley, it wasn't the narrowest, but just enough for a one way street for a small car to drive through.She gazed around the alley; Crates, boxes, trashcans; The usual of what you would find in a common alley.
Jessicascooted over the the left and pressed herself against the alley wall, which slight hangover from the roof sheildedher from the rain.She pulled outher notebook unclipped the pen from the top and began writing 'Alleyway between Molly's Shoe Shop and Post Office. Roughly 6:30 pm. At medium. Robbery or murder perhaps?' Reclipping the pen back the the notebook, it was folded closed and stuck back intoher raincoat.
Keeping to the building wall,she squatted down alittle and began to creepher way down the alley.She stopped every now and then to listen for any sounds. Allshe could hear was the rain pounding away on the trashcan lids and wooden boxes, and the dribble of water colliding with the soggy ground as it poured off the roofs overhang.She kept close to the wall, to make sure whatevershe wanted to see didn't seeher first asshe gave tiny leap over a puddle that had a half eaten dead rat in it.
Jessicasighed and looked at the crates in front of her, they were stacked pyrimid style against the wall.She wastoo afraid to go around the crates, she never did, always a fear of being spotted if shedidn't keep close to the wall.She had no choice but to climb over them.She mumbled quietly to herself about howshe hated these little obstacles asshe carefully lifted herself onto the lowest crate. The wood was soggy and rotting,she gave a grimace asshe sether hands on the edge of the second crate that was higher than the oneshe were on now.Jessica began to pull herself up whenshe heard a noise.Shefroze.
It was coming from behind her.
Eek, sorry that was so boring, the next chapter will be interesting. Promise...Oh and don't worry this is a fan fiction, the characters will have a bigger role as the story goes on, just getting all the boring crud out of the way so you're not like "wtf?" as the story continues. Kthnx