Authors Note:
A little note to everybody, who actually decided to read my following story;
I started writing this fanfiction during a time, I was really busy with studying only to calm myself and relax a bit and it was planned to end after 3-5 sites and absolutely not planned to be released ever. Obviously I couldn't stop myself at that point and so I am still editing and writing the story. Unfortunately this story turned out to be a mix of drama/angst and criminal so far but a romantic (and maybe smut?!) part is planned for the upcoming chapters and by the way this story is clearly NSFW. May you should know that this is my first fanfic I've ever uploaded and that this story is my strange way of seeing things, so the MC/OC isn't like the extremely useless one in the game - she's a bad ass!
So please be aware: Rated M for a reason and I do not own anything besides my own crazy fantasy.
Also, if you feel uncomfortable with bad language, sex, blood, murder, drug & alcohol abuse, violence/warfare, abuse (in any form), harassment, [...] I'd suggest you to not to read any further.
Plot.
Did you ever regret something you did in your entire lifetime? Yes? Because she didn't… well, until now.
Her life so far was something you would probably call a mess, horror, nightmare or cruel and lonely but for her, it had been normality because she never had known anything else. In the middle of a deep German forest, hidden in a cottage she was raised just for one god forsaken reason: killing.
Well, she never learned anything else, she wouldn't need to send people to their personal space of hell. One of her talents which made her so usefully as a weapon was her eidetic memory. This and her strong will was keeping her alive when she was trained to do whatever they wanted her to do.
When she had been eight years old, she was already able to construct a bomb which afterwards caused a huge mess down in one of those cities she'd never wanted to visit. Who she killed, also didn't matter to me as who she did that job for. The main point was, she was earning money and stayed alive, so what?!
You're asking which parents would raise their child like that. Well, probably none, because she had never met them and to be honest, she wasn't interested in doing so. The people, who "raised" her or whatever you'll call it, had been killed by her when she had been seventeen. No, not because they were cruel to her physically but because she hated to obey them like a dumb little pet. She had always wanted to be free, to do whatever she wanted to do and so she wandered around, lived, were she wanted to live, did wat she wanted to do, not regretting anything.
Her subsistence? You could call her a free working criminal cause she earned it from, observations, spying, contract killing and besides this, modelling. Yeah, her look was very specific so she does have quite a pair of interested parties which – of curse – don't know anything about her other jobs.
Her eastern Asian look with porcelain skin, long, straight and sleek raven black hair, blue-grey eyes and some body-modifications wasn't something you see in every corner of a city.
If she wanted to, she could look like a cute, little, innocent girl with a plain skirt, rosy blazer, a flower in her hair tied to a bun and nothing but a bit mascara and blush on. Also she could look seductive with an offensive long dress which would have cut-outs at the respective places, lips like red velvet an her hair laid down to one side like that sexy comic lady which was married with a white rabbit.
But most of the time she was walking around with smoky, purple black eyes, black lips and nails, hair naturally straight down wearing a purple bustier top, a high waist but short black pencil skirt and last but not least her beloved bad ass boots. Her Nose was also pierced as her lower lip and both of her ears while her upper arms to cleavage and her back almost fully covered with permanently stitched art.
What her Name is? Well, she probably never had one but she liked to call herself Kimiko Jua Edana Doe, so this is what her fake ID said. However, her enemies call her "the black dragon". Okay, not her personally, only her doings. No one has ever met the black dragon in person; that's why mostly of them think the black dragon is just a myth.
Certainly she was not. She was here, alive, standing in a dark place god knows where with her wrists separated tied to something she couldn't see and with a hell of a headache. Thousands of questions were swirling around in her mind making the rapidly increasing the pain in her head.
The last thing she remembered, was her, sipping some freshly made coffee form her favorite Coffee shop in a little alley in Munich. She'd payed her bill and walked outside, her fluffy black fake-fur coat tightly wrapped around her slightly shivering body and her backpack hanging over one shoulder.
"Damn winter in Bavaria gets always that frosty", she thought.
Walking tired and yawning down the little alley early in the morning, she had done the first thing in her life, she ever truly regretted. She let her, - how she would call it - fuckin' guard down. Paying no interest in that guy walking behind her had been such a simple mistake. Remembering what he had been shouting, she hung her head down, hoping it would also ease the stiches in her head.
"What do we have in here? A little early bird?"
In her mind, the picture of that guy hidden under a black hoodie while forming these words with his lips became clear.
"Chirp chirp chirp dumbass bastard." She had answered, not impressed by that and so she hadn't stopped, like she probably should have done, but walked her way.
With the wisdom of hindsight this was not the best idea, so while sipping again on her damping coffee, she had been walking straight forward and payed no attention to him. Immediately she had been shot down, falling hard with her face forward down on the icy hard stones beneath her and a stinging pain running through her whole body stitching in even the last hidden nerve, tensing all the muscles. Then her mind had gone totally blank.
Somewhere she could hear a crowd of people talking fast but as hard as she was trying, she couldn't understand a word they were saying.
"Where the fuck am I?"
The sound of a heavy curtain echoed in her head, sending another sharp pain through it.
Furiously her eyes blinked, blinded by the bright lights shining in her face while a crowd of people are screaming with excitement, exultant and applauding. Her vision was blurred and her head automatically turned to her side by the pain in there.
"So here we got item #93! A healthy young woman! Look at her face, look at her body. Isn't she worth it?"
WHAT THE FUCK?! She throws her head to the other side where a man was standing, dressed like… the fucking Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland?!
"Oh come on, this can't be serious!" she thought while her eyes where opened wide in shock.
At that moment she realized she was tied to the golden bars of an oversized birdcage or something like that.
"This is just a wired dream! You smoked some bad tobacco last night. This can't be real!" she persuaded herself.
What the heck was she wearing? Her eyes went down on her own body; a black, transparent long-sleeved dress with dark raven feathers around her collar and no shoes was all she could see.
"We start with a bid of … 100.000.000,00 yen from #44! 300.000.000,00 yen, 300.000.000,00 yen from #347!" The Mad Hatter was jumping around like crazy, happily calling the rapidly increasing bids.
"Remember, this girl will be yours! You can do whatever you want with her so hurry up my little mad folks! This is the first time in our history we put a living human being up for sell so any other bids?"
He commended her like a rate artifact or something comparative!
"2 Mrd. yen! #543, 2 Mrd. yen!" Looking forward into the crowd in front of her she could see they all were disguised and dressed up like the creatures in Lewis Carrols story.
Without thinking about it anymore she shook her body and head, trying to escape the chains on her wrists. The rattling noise caused by her sudden movement resulted in the Mad Hatter pressing his face against the bars.
"Oh, look who's awake! Ladies and gentleman, this girl has to be tamed! #666 2,6 Mrd. yen"
His head spun around again to face the crowed in front of them.
"Who on this god forsaken world would spend so much money for a living person? I mean, seriously? There are slave traders everywhere and no body she knows would pay as much for an ordinary person!" she thought, slowly realizing the crowd was awful quiet now the Mad Hatter had announce the amount of money.
"2,6 Mrd. yen going once, ladies and gentleman."
She couldn't scream. She couldn't run. She couldn't do anything but watch how they were selling her to some apparently rich weirdo.
"Going twice!"
"No, no, no!"
"Going third!"
The Mad Hatter now was more like the Cheshire cat grinning from one to the other ear.
"SOLD! SOLD FOR 2,6 Mrd. yen TO #666, Ladies and Gentleman!"
Immediately her cage was pushed back from the stage back into darkness were a shot hit her like before.
The last thing she could hear was another announcement from the Mad Hatter for item #94 before her eyes closed again as she loses concisions again.