Rye: Hi everyone! I'm back and with a new co-op partner! Please welcome Vaerin7!
Vaerin: Hello! Thank you for inviting me!
Grimmjow: Oooh god what have you two done!
Ichigo: I'm doomed! TT^TT
Shiro: Can't be that bad right?
Rye: ...
Vaerin: We're not telling you!
Shiro: ... Warnings and Disclaimer.
Warnings: Violence, minor gore, language, crossdressing, OOCness-ish and Yaoi. Other than that consider yourselves warned!
Disaclaimer: We own nothing but the plot and the insanity to come!
Twin Spectrums
Prologue
The night is perfect, the moon hidden from view in an inky black sky lit only by the faint flicker of distant stars. The streets are empty, save for a few thugs and prostitutes roaming around and looking to make a quick buck. She feels sorry for them, pathetic humans that they are. Not that she's completely against humans, as she's mated to one, but these are the lowest of the species and she'd rather spit in their face than give them the gum off the bottom of her shoe. She shivers in disgust at the thought, tongue sticking out in distaste before she streaks to the next alleyway consumed in pitch. This is her night, she's not going to 'make a quick buck' like those swarming the streets as though they're the walking dead. No. She's going to make a killing… and maybe get away with a small fortune in the act. A wicked chuckle leaves her lips as she comes to the service entrance of the bank she's targeted.
"Perfect," she purrs. "Just one guard."
With deft steps that fall soundlessly to the ground, her body hurries forward and scales the wall to the large windows set too high to get to. Well… too high for any human. A soft cackle slips past her lips, her claws sharper than diamond as they slice a large hole within the glass. Carefully, she pulls it away and sets it inside upon the sill. Outside and inside the sill is very slim, yet she's had a lot of practice with balancing atop such narrow spots and she manages it with a catlike grace. She slips in, the guard heading toward the front as she hurries to the vaults. With an ear against the thick door and one keeping track of the authority figure's movements, her fingers twist the combination with relative ease. A rush of air and a heavy clink indicates the door's opening; that wicked grin taking over her features as she slips within the vault.
She's scoped out this place multiple times, spent three months preparing for this mission, and she knows exactly where her target is. The ruby is perfect, flawless in every way, and it's guarded heavily from her pilfering fingers… but not heavily enough. She twists and turns through the thin red lines hooked to alarms, swiping the ruby off its pedestal before dancing her way back. When will those humans learn? This is all a game to her, so the harder they make it the more fun she has playing. The guard is running toward her, the lithe female bounding over his head and landing in a crouch to sweep his feet from beneath him. He's not fast enough to even give her a challenge, the woman kicking fiercely and throwing him backward into the vault. He's knocked out and the woman grins sadistically as she shuts the door on him, knowing it'll be a close call if they actually do think of looking for him there. Unfortunately, he had already called backup before facing her. The sirens outside are blaring as they get louder with each calm heartbeat, the alarm within the bank finally going off with an earsplitting shriek.
"Smart man," she grudgingly huffs. "But they're no match for me."
She exits through the window, right where she entered, and shatters it to make sure they won't know who got in. Leaping down into the alley, she stands straight and glances around. She pockets the ruby, sauntering away with a careless whistle. Unfortunately, the cops are on their game tonight. The shouts and orders flowing around the bank are too close for the thief's liking. With a quiet hiss of a curse, she starts running. If she can put enough distance between them, she can changing into the civilian clothes she packed in her satchel. She gets her chance when a cluttered alley catches her golden eye, a smirk touching those full lips before she's diving in. She hurriedly pulls off her black Mardigras mask of a feline, following that with the hoodie of a matching tone and the gloves she always wears on missions. The pants are fine, just black leggings that seem to be rather popular right now, so she leaves them. She pulls out a red sweater shirt with a large collar that sports a zipper at an odd angle, replacing her tennis shoes for mid-calf stiletto boots of black, and throwing on a nice duster to protect her from the chill of night. She's about to head home… when she hears a sound.
"What the..?"
Curiosity has always plagued this woman of fortune, so she can't help but wander over to check things out. Her nose picks up the scent of iron, but more specifically… blood. She didn't notice before because it's so cold it's almost completely dry, but lying in the alley covered by rags and boxes… is a woman's body. A closer inspection reveals this is a Tigress woman's body. The body is mutilated, blood painting almost every inch of the alley, and the stench of decay has this thief's stomach fluttering in protest. Her throat has been slit, the jagged incision pointing to a piece of glass perhaps. Her clothes are rags, but they were probably like that to begin with… it's very rare Demis are given good homes. She's been beaten beyond recognition and murdered in cold blood, no signs of sexual assault or theft… a hate crime. The thief growls in fury, hoping to come across those that did it… simply to return the favor. Another noise catches her attention, a rustling… and then a quiet mewl.
"No," she gasps in shock. "It can't be… What sort of monster would..?"
She shakes her head, trying to cast aside the cobwebs of fury, and then moves toward the quiet mewling. The boxes are piled high here, almost making a fort of sorts to protect the Tigress from the weather, yet it takes very little to push them aside. Within the strange makeshift home of cardboard, a small box is filled with blankets… and twin Demi cubs. It takes her no time at all, those large orbs of both amber and gold sending pleading looks her way, and she grins happily.
"I always wanted cubs," she chuckles. "Come on, little girls… Come with your new mommy."
She picks them up, wrapped within the dirty blankets, and holds them close as she wanders off. She knows if she doesn't take them the humans will probably leave them for dead. In their minds there are only two types of Demis: pets and strays. The pets are coveted and bred to perfection, but the strays are tormented and left on the streets if they're not used in back alley fights like dogs. She doesn't know what's worse, the fact that these things are actually legal or the fact precious cubs like these are left for dead like common kittens tossed on the side of the road. That's no way for a cub to be treated… she'll treat them much better and no human will bother to look for them either, so they won't be taken away. A thought occurs to her suddenly… there was no body of a male Demi. Perhaps she was selling herself and the father was unknown, or he was killed in the fights, or even tormented further elsewhere.
"Doesn't matter," she shrugs off. "You're my little girls now, aren't you? That's right, momma's gonna take good care of her precious little fur balls!"
The cubs mewl, reaching for her clumsily and failing. Instead they reach for one another, the paler of the two gripping the smaller… more vibrant… with a possessive hiss. The woman laughs at that, her large black cougar (panther) ears twitching at all the sounds around her and her long black tail swaying almost haughtily as she disappears into the chaos of night she's created.
Vaerin: That's that!
Rye: Well you know the deal! Reviews please!
