Shadows Upon The Soul

Disclaimer: This is merely a story based on KHR, and not from the actual KHR…

Claimer: I did write this story…

Descriptions about this fanfic:

Main Characters:

OC: Yumi OC: Reika Mukuro

Minor Characters:

Chikusa Ken

I will try to update every Friday, plus or minus one day

Please enjoy, and feel free to comment and leave me ideas on how to continue!

Chapter 1: The Charcoal Rose

The boy slung his genuine leather bag loosely over his shoulder, an evil grin pasted upon his pale face. He shuffled his hands through his loose hair, and took a long deep breath. He rambled over towards the pineapple shaped mirror strung upon the wall, and saw his own cold face reflecting back. One eye of the deepest and purest blue, and the other, of the brightest red, as if burning rage within.

He turned off the mechanical beeping in the background, and slipped shadow-less upon the luminescent paths within the city. Seeing no one on the streets, he gave a small sigh of relief, and continued his way in tranquility. He was looking around his path when he spot the small snack shack. He gave a low laugh, "kufufu…" and continued towards it. However, soon he found a gray lid placed above all the items that he wanted. Of course, he could easily rip it open with his trident, but today, he was in a rather good mood. He was still staring at the food when a rather slim girl made her way to the court.

"Eto, can I get you anything?" The girl used her voice so delicate as if a little raindrop falling into a large clear pond. Mukuro smiled back.

"Yes, this, this, this, this and that." Mukuro pointed to all the pineapple-flavored sweets in the store, and the girl laughed. Like wind chimes in the wind.

"Pineapples…" The girl gracefully pulled out the few packets, clicked a few times on the calculator and smiled again, "500 yen. And, may I ask your name?"

The boy laughed as he pulled out the remains of his money within his pocket. 400, 450…and then an empty pocket.

"If I tell you my name, take off the 50."

The girl laughed again, her arm leaning on the counter and her hair flowing onto the counter evaporating a scent of rose petals. She nodded slightly and took the 450 yen happily with a great grin.

"Yumi." The girl stuck her hand out in the form of a handshake. The boy laughed his laugh and responded with, "Yoroshiku, I'm Mukuro."

Mukuro kept on pondering about that Yumi girl as he walked into the classroom without another thought. The gray walls, the dusty floor, exactly as his heart had been since he was little. After his parents had been slaughtered. But it wasn't like he cared more either. As he was looking around his territory, he saw an unsightly, no, more like unseemly girl who has tapping her feet on the cement irritated.

"Who are you?" The strong, determined voice of a female startled Mukuro. There wasn't supposed to be anyone left within the Kokuyo High School. This was Mukuro's territory, and everyone should know.

"Oya oya, who do we have here?" Mukuro laughed, "A lonely girl wanting some boy's care?"

The girl's face darkened. Her hair was tied roughly in a messy ponytail, a short skirt and a dark green jacket. The Kokuyo High School uniform. But unlike other girls that he saw wearing flats and high heels, this one was wearing leather boots, high up her leg, almost past her knees. Her eyes weren't all big, nor were they reflective, they were just strong and firm, as if daring anyone to stare at them for long. Then, she sighed as she lifted her hands out of her pocket, Mukuro saw that she was holding different sorts of rings in her hands. Red, yellow, green, blue, black, and white. Each was carved with a different object, as if some work of delicacy. The way the girl's hands was stacked on her hips, it was as if she were of more importance of Mukuro. Kufufu—how silly that would be. This girl seemed to want to battle, but Mukuro only wanted to battle the best. This girl—even Chikusa would be able to take care of her.

"If you want to fight, do as you please. Chikusa will be in anytime soon."

The girl glared at Mukuro superciliously, but then nodded. Looking around the dirty room, she sighed. The classroom before, though not of perfect discipline, was still cleaner and tidier than this. She walked over to a small platform, swept the dust with a few large movements and placed herself comfortably on it. As Mukuro had promised, she soon heard bickering boys shouting as they walked boastfully into the room.

"Mukuro-sama, ohayo gozaimasu!" They called out in unison, but the pineapple haired boy only nodded carelessly. Then, as the blond hair boy noticed the girl sitting on the platform, he pulled out his wolf teeth and prepared to place it within his mouth until Mukuro suddenly muttered, "let Chikusa take care of her. Outside."

Ken gritted his teeth unfavorably as the black haired boy beckoned the girl outside. However, he too, like Mukuro, had noticed the special presence, and more like feeling of authority over him from this girl. This girl wasn't some kasou (like Xanxus would say) that could be taken care of carelessly.

"It would be so much easier if you would just surrender and leave. That would save me some time. But since Mukuro-sama says," the man pulled out his yoyo, and swung it professionally in front of him. But the girl's presence didn't lose to Chikusa by even one bit.

She closed her eyes, felt the wind moving her hair slightly, and put one of her rings on (the red one). Immediately, Chikusa felt the heat rising, and mist was soon covering his sight. However, within moments with Chikusa's waving, the mist parted and the girl was visible again. Her clothes, which had been quite plain before, were now tattered. The heat, perhaps, even burnt her clothes. But one wouldn't notice this. Her eyes were darkened, her hair sticking fiercely behind her face (literally), and in her hands, without doubt, were two guns, on the gun in her left hand, an R was engraved in orange, while in her right hand, an S was engraved in blue upon the gun.

Chikusa didn't even have time to react when the girl fired her first bullet, it came straight for the yoyo, which had hit it accurately. Chikusa grit his teeth harder, he couldn't let some girl just beat him. He pulled out another yoyo, but the girl had already fired her bullet and it scraped his finger. Upon the pale hands, a large blob of red was visible, and the boy didn't even have time to react when the third bullet came for his leg, and he was left kneeling on the ground in agony. He couldn't lose!

He pulled out two more yoyos, and fired them at the girl, but her accuracy was extreme, and they were falling on the ground as the girl shot two more bullets. One for his right arm and the other for his right leg. Perfect. Chikusa clenched his arms in pain, and the girl switched her red ring to a white ring. Chikusa smiled as he saw the perfect time, and pulled out his yoyo, swung it fiercely, and startling enough, it cut the girl's face. The girl looked at the boy in horror, he was starting to stand up, but not fast enough. He suddenly felt the oxygen in the air leaking, and he fell back onto the ground without any air. As he managed to open his eyes, he saw the girl with a large roll of string on her arms.

"What are you...going…to do?" Chikusa managed, now starting to get up from his fixed position. But the rope grabbed onto his body, and tightened more and more. He was getting dragged to the feet of the girl, who was looking at him with pity.

"Don't look at me with that face! Do you know how strong I was to live through all that torture?" But the girl didn't say a word, and silently, dragged the boy into the classroom where the pineapple hair and blond boy stood, impressed.

"You look so pitiful, Chikusa." The blond boy immediately said, laughing, but still, walked closer to take a look at the injured boy.

"Let him go." The blond boy flashed his teeth as if he was a wild animal, and the girl kicked the boy aside without care.

"Not bad, little girl." Mukuro finally stood up from his place at the desk in the front of the old classroom.

"Don't call me that." The girl looked away from the boy who was talking, and towards the blond boy who was carrying Chikusa to another classroom. Small drips of blood formed a trail behind Chikusa's body, and the girl laughed devilishly.

"So what should I call you?" The pineapple haired boy walked closer towards the girl.

"I'm Reika." The boy laughed and continued walking closer and closer. One meter, thirty centimeters. The girl backed away in fear. She was never scared, but this boy, he had some kind of power, some presence that made even her, quiver a little. But the boy kept walking, closer and closer. Their faces only a mere five meters apart.

"Then, Reika, what do you want? In life?"

"Nothing but to be strong. Powerful. Fearless. And of course, this school."

The boy laughed. This girl was so much like someone he knew so very well. Hibari.

"Reika, would you mind to join us? And become the strongest within the world."

The girl looked up at the boy that was so confident. His eyes narrowed, and turned around, slowly walking away from her again. Perhaps…this boy could grant her wish.

"I…" The girl muttered, "Don't expect me to stick with you until the end, but for now, I accept."