Useless Playing Cards-1
Disclaimer: Please, if I owned OHSHC, I wouldn't be writing a fanfic, now would I? Do the math, genius.
Dedication: I dedicate this first chapter to my fellow authoress, TheTrueGrellSutcliff. Please read her story. It's really amazing.
UPC-1- Prelude.
Riku Kazekage eyeballed her new "home", or, as she preferred, dwelling with a roof over it, as her "mother", or, woman who may or may not have given birth to her 17 years ago, struggled to open the door which Riku could pick with a knife.
"Mom, are you really having that much trouble?" Riku dodged a stiletto heel coming her way.
"Shut the hell up, you nasty bitch." Her mother snarled angrily, kicking the door open.
A short haired teenage girl poked her head from an adjacent doorway. "Is everything alright over here?" She asked innocently. Riku immediately kicked away the suitcase that was thrown at their new neighbor.
"Mom! What did I tell you about hurting the neighbors?! She was only trying to be nice!" Riku snapped. She turned to face Haruhi Fujioka. "Sorry, Haruhi-San. My mother's a bit... Well... Frustrated, at the moment..." The girl laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head.
"Get in here, street whore!" Her mother yelled.
"Heh... That's my cue... See ya!" She waved, running into the apartment. "MOM! Put that knife down!"
You could only imagine what Haruhi thought of her new neighbors.
- the next morning -
"MOM! We'll run out of cutlery if you keep throwing it at me!" Riku yelled, ducking the projectile that came flying at great speeds out of the doorway. "Try not to kill yourself! See you this afternoon!" Riku slid down the railing of the stairs with a guitar bag on her back.
She grabbed a suit clad Haruhi by the lapels, staring in her chocolate eyes. "Now, I don't want you to step foot near that apartment building without me or a police officer. Understood? I'm doing this for your own protection."
The brunette nodded slowly, and was released.
"Good. Now, go have fun at school and whatnot, I have to find a park somewhere."
Riku dashed away at the sound of gunfire, undoubtedly from her mother's gun, and Haruhi was pulled into a limo by two redheaded twins.
"But... We don't have school today..." Haruhi murmured.
- at a park - around noon -
*BANG* Gunfire echoed in the large park, sending people scattering everywhere.
"Haruhi! Duck!" A blonde idiot's voice yelled, and Haruhi was tackled by said idiot, hitting the grass by a park bench.
Riku bounded out of nowhere, jumping backwards as an array of gunshots hit the ground where her feet had just been. She toppled into a black haired teen, and caught the flustered boy before he hit the ground.
When he was settled, Riku bowed low. "I'm terribly sorry, Ootori-San! Are you al-" Only a cry of pain left the girl's lips as a bullet burrowed into her right shoulder. She dropped to her knees, and, with a parting "Itai...", the girl hit the grass in front of the boy's shoes as she lost consciousness.
Kyoya Ootori blinked at the form below him before kneeling down next to Riku. "Someone! Call 119!" He shouted, adding pressure to the wound to stem the flow of blood until help could arrive.
-end-
Yeah... Sorry about the short first chapter... It's only to get a little background set in. (e.g. How Riku got there, etc.)
By the way, 119 is like 911 in America. No, you didn't have a dyslexic moment, unlike my sister.
The second chapter is also background, but I hope it's much longer... It only depends on what my next sponsor says...
Anyways, stick around and I might not stick Riku's mother on you!
Signing out,
TheseLovelyDarkWorlds