Others Prologue
Alright! This is the new series I cranked out one day while reading Glass House (which was amazing) and BAM! Here came Others full-speed. ^^
Full Summary: In a world where it isn't safe to be alone after dark, meet Mitsukai Kumori, the most clueless junior at Konoha High. She moved in with her mother and stepfather when her father died in a 'plane accident.' Now she's forced to stay at the library until her stepfather can pick her up on his way home from work because of an Other attack. Some people call them vampires, but most people call them Others. Fearsome creatures that need human blood to survive. The only way to survive them is to fight them or pray a Protector is there to save you. Kakuzu/OC
"Bye Kumori!" Sakura says waving. I grin and turn to wave back.
"Bye Sakura! Bye Hinata!" I grin pulling out my umbrella.
"B-Bye," Hinata stammers getting into Neji's car.
"Sure you don't want a ride?" Sakura asks as her mom's car pulls up. "It's late and raining." I smile and shake my head.
"Thanks but no thanks; we live on opposite sides of the district. It's not even a mile anyway." I say.
"But-" Her mom's honking cuts her off.
"Go," I say shooing her.
"I'll see you at school!" She says hastily getting into her car. I wave as she speeds off, her mom obviously terrified. I start walking back and the rain comes down harder. A dark ally looms in the distance after a few soggy minutes. Cold dread curls into my stomach as thoughts of bad horror movies come to my thoughts. A cold wind blows as I walk, hitting me full on. I grimace and keep walking.
"Almost halfway there," I chant over and over. My mantra soothes me a little. Lightning flashes and a shadow lights up slightly in the flash. The wind blows rain into my face and into my eyes. "Stupid worthless glasses!" I hiss at my useless shields. I inhale deeply through my nose and freeze.
The smell of death is heavily weighing on the air. My eyes get huge and thunder rolls. An inhuman chuckle follows and tears prick my eyes.
I'm dead! My mind screams, slowly turning into a whimper. An audible whimper. The shadow comes closer and I trop my bags. My umbrella falls out of my hand and I start running. Tears of fear are streaming down my face as I look back.
The Other looks like all the ones I've heard of. His hair is greasy, brown, and hanging in his black eyes. My heart rate spikes. Black eyes mean the Other hasn't eaten recently. Hungry Others are even more terrifying than regular ones because they're even faster and more brutal than normal. His limbs are pale and lanky, making him a good foot taller than me, which isn't saying much but still. I trip over an un-level edge and skid a few yards. Blood seeps from my arms and legs, making me wince. The Other stops running and kneels next to me. His chuckle hits my eardrum and more tears fill my eyes.
Oh Kami I'm not ready to die!! I whimper as his hand goes to my head. He grabs a fistful of hair, yanking me to my feet and sending explosions of pain through my head. He chuckles and sets me do, putting a hand under my chin to force me to look him in the eye. He inhales deeply, closing his eyes.
"You smell delicious," His voice is gravely and it sends chills down my spine. His hand that was in my hair is now on my leg. His breath is cold and heavy with death on my ear. "We're not going to risk you running away," He growls. His hand is just under my kneecap. "I hate fast food," A sharp scream escapes my lips as a crack rings through the air. Tears stream down my face again. He chuckles darkly. "That's better," Pain shoots up and down my right leg when I try to move. A sharp punch to my stomach has my head reeling.
He's toying with me
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to play with your food?" I hiss and that earns me a slap to my broken leg. He punches me in the noses and runs his fingers through the blood, bringing it to his lips. His pale tongue shoots out and licks it off his fingers. His hand dives toward my head again. I close my eyes and wait for impact. The squeal of tires on wet asphalt makes my eyes open again. A silver mustang speeds down the street. The breaks squeal from about a hundred yards away and it stops behind my back.
"Get away from her!" A voice yells from behind me. I'm roughly dropped when the Other is attacked. Crying out when I hit the ground, my vision blurs and more footsteps run toward the Other. A pair of feet stops in front of me, bending down.
"What's your name?" The voice is gentle and feminine.
"M-Mitsukai Kumori," I gasp and try to stand up.
"Don't move," A male voice says sharply. "You're injured," I nod slowly and arms go around my waist gently. "We're going to take you to a hospital now. You're going to be alright,"
"Thank you," I say faintly as the darkness closes in on me.
"You're a lucky girl Kumori," The man says with a slight chuckle.
Others CH 1
So~ How did you guys like the first chapter of Others? I promise that this chapter will introduce Kakuzu and Kumori and hopefully a little romance will start stirring up! :D Please enjoy!!
When I wake back up, I'm in the hospital. My heart pounds as memories of what had happened fill my mind's eye.
"Oh Kami, Kumori!" You're awake!" My mom flies at me and envelopes me in a weepy hug.
"I'm fine Mom," I gingerly pat her on the back, my hand shaking slightly. She sobs harder and I flinch when she touches one of the bruises now decorating my body. "Really this could have happened to anyone and-"
"But it didn't," Ryuu, my stepfather, growls using his 'policeman' voice. "It happened to you," His red hair seems to match the dull flame in his grey eyes. He and Mom hadn't had kids yet (ew) so he took me in immediately as his daughter.
"I'm fine," I mumble turning slightly red. "Can we go home now? I really just want to forget about this." I shift my weight nervously and, for the first time, feel the cast around my leg. Looking closer, I can see its bulky outline from under the thin hospital sheets.
"Of course," A pretty nurse says scurrying in. "Let me get a doctor to do one last check on you but I'm sure you're going to be home soon. You're very lucky," She flashes me a winning smile and I force myself to smile back.
"Thank you," I say bowing my head slightly. She smiles again and ruffles my hair.
"Your parents have been very worried about you. Don't scare them like that again," She fake scolds. I grin sheepishly.
"Don't worry. It's going to be a pain to hobble around school like this. Her laugh rings out again and I giggle as well.
The next morning I have to all but pry myself from Mom's car. It was hard enough to try to get out of the car, get out my bag, put it on, then pull out my crutches and hobble into school.
"Are you sure you don't want me to help you…?"
"I'm fine Mom; I'll meet Ryuu at the library. Bye!" I hobble into school as fast as I can. A small snail speeds past me. I glare darkly at it and aim a crutch at it.
"Kumori?" I jump and turn around, trying to pass it off as nothing.
"Hey Kiba," I smile. I feel his eyes tracing the signs of my struggle.
"So the rumors are true…"
"Word travels fast, huh?" I ask deadpanning slightly. He shrugs and takes my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
"I'll help you get to your classes. You're allowed to have help, right?" I nod slowly as we start walking toward my locker.
"Did the Other talk to you at all?" He asks and I shiver unconsciously at the name.
"Yeah, his voice was really dry and gravelly," I nod. "Exactly like they say,"
"Ew," He says with a slight shudder.
"Reeked too," I say making a slight face. "Smelled worse then Akamaru after he went swimming in the swamp,"
"Oh gross!" He fake gags.
"I know," I sigh slamming my locker shut. The halls slowly fill with students as we start walking toward the math room.
"Here we are," He says setting my bag by the desk. "I'll pick you back up a few minutes before class ends," I smile and take a seat as people filter in.
"Thanks Kiba, I appreciate it," He grins.
"I should be thanking you, I get out of class early for this," I anime fall as he starts walking to class, unless he was skipping again.
"Oh man, how troublesome," Shikamaru says slumping slightly when he sees me. "Now I'm probably gunna get stuck carrying your stuff or something," Another groan of "troublesome" escapes his lips as he slides into his seat behind mine. I glare playfully and gently hit him with a free crutch.
"Kiba's already volunteered to do that for me. C'mon, don't tell me you wouldn't carry Temari's books," A light blush finds its way to his cheeks.
"She may be troublesome but she's my girlfriend…"
"Excuses, excuses,"
"Oh my Kami, Kumori!" Sakura's eyes almost explode out of her head when she sees me. "I KNEW we should have given you a ride!"
"Then maybe you'd be like this too, I don't want that," I soothe as she hugs me gently. For some reason my eyes are drawn to the hallway. Bad move. Out of the corner of my field of vision, I see him. The Other. Students walk around him like its nothing and nobody else seems to see him. His eyes are cold, bitter almost. His smile matches his eyes and I can smell the death around him from over here. My blood chills and goose bumps rise.
"I'm coming for you," He breathes harshly making it sound like he's right next to me.
"Kumori?"
"Kumori!" I blink and scan the halls. The Other isn't there anymore.
"What was that?" I ask pinching the bridge of my nose gently.
"You zoned out for a few minutes. Want me to go get a teacher?" Sakura asks, her voice sounding concerned.
"You didn't see…?"
"See what?" She asks gently.
"Nothing," I say shaking my head as Asuma comes in. "I'm fine," She nods slowly and sits down a few desks away from me, shooting me worried glances over her shoulder. I smile each time and finally Kiba comes to my rescue.
"Excuse me sir," He says stepping inside. "I'm here to take Kumori to her next class," He looks up from the cancer stick he'd been trying to light without setting off the fire alarm.
"Go ahead," He says as I get up and start walking out the door. Kiba grins and takes my bag and books.
"I have an idea,"
"Mmm?"
"There's something I want to show you but first we're gonna have to get you out of class for the rest of the day…me too or else it won't be as fun," He says thoughtfully. I blink at him and swear I see a light bulb appear above his head.
"What are you thinking…?" I ask frowning a little at him.
"Just trust me," He says with a smile I can't resist.
"Fine," I sigh and we put my books in my locker before moving out of the school toward the side of the school without windows. He picks me up when we go past the office and he breaks into a flat out run. There are a few heavy metal doors and it's rumored that the school was once used as a prison and the doors were the only thing they couldn't get rid of. I hobble out behind him and carelessly drop my crutches before sitting with my back against the wall.
"Stay right here," He says holding up his index finger, the universal motion for "one second". I nod and he runs off. "Go get her boy!" I can just barely hear him say. A giant white thing comes romping toward me and I'm on my back getting thoroughly licked.
"I missed you too Akamaru," I laugh scratching the huge dog behind his ears.
"Heh, not exactly what I meant…" Kiba says sweatdropping and rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
"It's fine," I say pushing the dog off me gently. Akamaru sighs and puts his head in my lap after I get situated on the wall again. Kiba and I spend the next two periods talking about nothing before he gets up.
"Go back home, Akamaru, I'll pick you up after class," He gets up and pulls me to my feet. He gives him a cow-eyed look but turns and saunters home.
"C'mon, we should probably go back to class and lie about you having a hallucination or something…"
"Nobody cares," I say lazily as we sneak back to our classes.
~~Later~~
I sigh and slump over, my forehead resting against the cool brick of the library.
"I hate school," I mumble to myself as I limp inside. "I hate Others. I hate how paranoid parents are," I get several weird looks because I'm muttering to myself and shooting angry glares at anything that moves. I grab the last empty table and set my stuff down before getting started on my homework.
You're selling tickets for a school play and you need a profit of at least 43% if you hope to put on another play. If tickets are seven dollars a piece… I glare down at my math homework.
"I hate Asuma-sensei too,"
"I did too," A voice from beside me makes me jump. "Is this seat taken?" I look up to see a green-eyed teenager with brown hair and scars along his face.
"Not if you don't mind sitting next to a cripple," I joke pushing it out a little with my foot. He 'hn's and sits down.
"I had him last year, if you think this is hard just wait until the last month of school," I groan slightly and slump so my nose is firmly in the book crack.
"Do you enjoy torturing people?" He chuckles a little.
"Yes, I'm Kakuzu."
"Mitsukai Kumori," I say to my book.
"What?"
"Mitsukai Kumori," I repeat lifting my head slightly. He sighs and puts his hand under my forehead, forcing me to look up.
"Name. Now,"
"Mitsukai Kumori! Don't hurt the cripple!" He moves his hand and my head goes back to my book. "I don't get this~" He sighs audibly and I can feel his gaze penetrating my skull.
"Look, I'm a senior. I took Asuma's class last year. Do you want help?" He asks grudgingly. I look up at him, my eyes sparkling.
"Yes~"
"Don't ever look like that again or I'm not going to help you," he says through gritted teeth.
"Oh, sorry,"
"Don't be,"
"Okay,"