Title: Out Of My Head
Author: Black Jinx
Rating: T
Summary: Rose always heard voices. Two of them, to be exact. One of them always told her to be good, kind, and gentle to those she came across. The other told her to be mean, be cruel, and hurt people if she really wanted to get her way. When she questions about these voices, it turns out that she is the body containing two of the most powerful beings in existence.
Disclaimer: I do not own KarakuriDouji ULTIMO or any of it's characters. All oc's belong to their rightful owners.
A/N: Thank you, SapphirestarXD, for supporting the story idea. It's greatly appreciated, as I was really unsure about writing a story on it.
*~*Once you love someone, they stay in your heart. *~*
*~* Forever. *~*
Choice of Music: Music Boxes and Baby Lullabies
Chapter 1 - The Warmth Within
Machi sat with her head against the cool window, feeling the warmth of the spring sun warming her skin slowly. The chordes of a music box tune played within the room as she flipped through a book of names, whilest one hand gently stroked the bulge of her stomach. She hummed along with the melodic tune, knowing the full song by heart.
The music box itself wasn't actually in the shape of a box, but resembled more like a jar of soft pink roses, protected by the fake glass containing them. They stood upon a golden pedestal that, when twisted correctly and gently, played the pretty chime that Machi had remembered ever since she was a little girl. The gift was handed down through family, and soon, she would be handing it down to her own child.
"Aika?" she wondered. "No, that doesn't sound right. Maybe Kaede? Leiko? Or how about Mariko? Nami or Nori?" Sighing, the woman shut the book and ran a finger through her long black hair. "No, none of those sound any good, huh baby?"
Almost as though responding, she felt a small kick upon the palm of her hand. She smiled, feeling the warmth of the unborn child within her womb. The faux fortune teller heard the final notes of the song playing before the song stopped.
Reaching over, she picked up the trinket and slowly twisted the pedestal three times. The song began to play once more as she replaced it back upon its shelf, once more humming along with the tune. As the small case began to turn, she watch the pink roses move silently with it. 'Rose,' she thought. 'Rose. That's a pretty name.'
Looking around the room, she remembered all the time she and some of the gang members had spent into decorating the nursery. The room was decorated with wallpaper of a cream color with several paintings of delicate butterfiles and gorgeous flowers. A small crib with a pink blanket with an animal pattern sat folded upon the mattress along with a small stuffed teddy bear, complete with a red velvet bow.
Machi could feel the eagerness, the feeling that the baby just couldn't get here soon enough. The woman had even quite her smoking habit once she found out that she was with-child, and Hiroshi's child at that.
It was a good thing that the both of them never really stayed in contact with family members. She and her boyfriend of over two years weren't married, yet alone engaged, and she had his child on the way. It didn't matter though, the family issue.
The good Douji Masters had been told of their situation, and each and every one of them were excited to see the new baby. Even Slow, her former Douji, had gathered some of her close friends and held a shower for her. Machi never cried much, but the hormones released from her pregnancy caused her to weep with happiness that day. Despite being happy at the new addition coming to their "family", she did carry that one fear with her whenever she left the safety of the building.
'What if Vice found out?' she wondered. 'If any of the evil Douji found out?'
She remembered her memories from before, the ones of her past life. Machi had been with-child once back then, too. The happiness, the excitement, she could remember every bit of it so vividly.
Even when Vice had found her. Slow wasn't able to stop him as the epitome of evil had ripped the unborn child from her womb and killed it. The woman had been forced to watch her own child's death before her own befell her.
Her heart quickened its pace at the grotesque memory, and it seemed as though the child could sense it. There was an unnatural stillness in her belly, as though it shared their mother's worries.
"Nothing's going to happen to you, baby," Machi stated, rubbing the bulge of her stomach. "Mommy won't let him take you from me again." She could feel the infant start to move, most likely an attempt to make itself more comfortable.
"How you doin', Mach?" she heard a male voice ask her. She turned her head to see Babylon, the bald member of their gang, looking in on her in the nursery.
"I'm fine," she said. "Just a bad memory, that's all."
Babylon flashed her an okay, and he retreated from the room. Looking at the clock, she noticed that there was still a few more hours to go before Hiroshi would be back at their apartment. He had started going to see Pardonner several times a week to see if he could start walking again, trying to find a way to move his limbs once more. "I would actually like to be able to hold my daughter at least once," Hiroshi stated. "I want to be able to hold my little girl." And now he was dead set of getting full use of his limbs again.
Machi yawned, standing from the chair. "I think Mommy needs a nap, sweetie," she stated, walking towards the bedroom that she and Hiroshi shared. Climbing into the bed, she gently pulled the sheets up to her waist, laying on her side. Slowly but surely, she could feel herself drifting off to sleep, all the while keeping one hand upon her unborn baby. "Rose. My little Rose."
Please review! I'm deeply sorry if anything or anyone sounds OOCish or anything.