Kuroki-ichigo: HEY!!! It's me again! I'm sorry if that sounded very overly cheery…
Honne-onna: *sigh*…don't tell me, another introduction?!
Kuroki-ichigo: yes. You've got a problem with that?! Okay. This is a rather long story, I guess. This is just part one so far. Stick with me, and I'll provide part two as fast as I can! This is a story about a woman who delights in killing men she'd met over dating websites! I guess…she's just sick.
Honne-onna: you really like writing about sick people, don't you.
Kuroki-ichigo: why do you always go against me?! Did I offend you in any way?! I--
Ai: we have been watching her.
Kuroki-ichigo: AHH!~ AI~ *hugs Ai* I didn't know you'd like to take part in the intro too!
Ai: *muffled by the crazy girl's hug*………so as not to spoil the story up ahead, let's just say…she has claimed her victims in the same fashion, and the authorities cannot seem to catch her. Enjoy. Would you please let go of me.
Kuroki-ichigo: aww, Ai, I love your silky black hair….
*~*Part 1*~*
Feeling for her knife, she held it in the warmth of her cotton bag. She looked around with assurance, nobody was watching her. Walking purposefully under the night sky, she decided on her persona. Half wading through the snow, she stepped up to the man and stopped to hitch up her coat.
"Hi! I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I'm Nana." she smiled, bemused at the man's reaction. The man, relieved, said, "Oh, I see. You scared me. I was thinking, what did this pretty stranger wanted with me? Ha ha. Well, I didn't expect you to be so early! Say, did you…"
She prepared her knife once again, this time, feeling the knife's edge with a heightened sense of expectancy. A warm droplet of blood oozed out uncertainly from the cut on her finger, then trickled down onto the icy cold steel blade. A sense of hesitation flashed over her pale face, which made the man stop his prattling in a heartbeat.
"Erm…what's wrong, Nana? Are you cold..?" the man asked worriedly.
She sidled up to him, feeling his warmth. She assessed his body for the cruel, and most importantly, fatal blow. "No. I'm warm. Hee hee…"
Her untimely giggle made the man observe his acquaintance worriedly. He stepped back hesitantly.
She looked at him, bewildered, and looked into his eyes. "What's wrong..?" she took a step. "are you…" another step. "scared..?"
With a quick thrust, she stabbed him directly at the heart, while clamping her hand over his open mouth to mute his scream, covering up with a kiss on his cold cheek.
Listening to his slowing heartbeat, she blushed and sighed. "Isn't that the most beautiful song you've ever heard..? Pity, it lasts for only but a fleeting moment..." Pulling out her knife, she eyed his wound and licked her lips.
"Sweet dreams, handsome…"
When she was by herself again, she took her weapon--no, her instrument. Her conductor's baton. Her masterpiece? The fleeting song of the failing of hearts. She ran her fingers on the flat part of the blade, and nails trailing a clean path on the bloody blade. She blushed and felt an indescribable warmth flooding her entire being. Her irregular heartbeat returning to normal, she took out a snow white piece of cloth from her bag and wiped the blood of the knife. She was ready, again, for her next masterpiece.
And with her 13th victim claimed, he slumped onto the wall, onto the snow-laden ground. Nobody had noticed. Excluding a girl with glowing red eyes, together with her company on a roof, staring on at the tragedy silently, with no one to acknowledge their presence except the wind, which roared hoarsely over the buzz of downtown life.
Kuroki-ichigo: SO! How's that for the first part? Please give me your comments, and reviews! じゃね！J (useful ones, please! The rest, keep it to yourself. Thanks.)