This is my latest fic. I know that I have yet to update my other fics, but I have a lot of interruptions. My biggest apologies. I have had this written a while back, so I thought that it would be cool to put it up. I originally wrote as my character being the main one but I changed it so now it's supposed to be written so that you are the main character. (I always enjoyed reading fics in this style.) Keep in mind that a lot of choices and parts were only slightly changed. The main role will be a female one. The story will be simple, cause I never have time to type stuph. Yes, I spelled stuff with a 'ph', so there. Yeah… anyways.
I won't tell you all about yourself right away. It will make the fic more interesting and it will last a little longer. Warning, from time to time I will change the POV, but I will put a little notice before it changes. And now without further ado,
"The Scarred."
You look around; your body is sore and tender. You try to move your arms, but find that you are shackled to the cold, wet wall behind you. You can feel the chilling metal of a collar around you neck. As you move, you feel spikes in the collar and shackles that have been driven into your flesh and are swelling with pus from infection. The smell of blood, vomit and other bodily liquids is heavy in the air. The most noticeable being blood. The sound of a heavy door can be herd slamming shut. A massive man dressed all in black comes close to you and grabs your face in his oversized hand. His eyes, deep and colder then the wall behind you. A sudden queasiness consumes you in the bottom of your stomach. He raises the weapon that he kept concealed behind his back until the present moment and swiftly brings it down on a flight coarse to your face. Just as the weapon came in contact with your face…."
Your eyes shot open.
"A dream," you thought, "just another dream."
You turned your head to look at the clock. It blinked in red digits 5:27. You slowly sat up in your bed and rubbed your left temple; sore and throbbing. With your eyes looking toward the window you stared into space a while, thinking of random thoughts. The sun was just brimming over the horizon.
"I hate mornings," you thought as you stood from bed and stretched a bit. You sluggishly walked into the bathroom and peeled away your clothes. You turned just as you hear a small sound coming from the other room. You stuck your head out from the bathroom to see what it was, but did not found the source of the noise. With putting the thought aside, you sat on the stool in the bathroom and poured a bucket of boiling water over your head. (It's a Japanese style bathroom, with the exception of a medium sized shower in the corner.) You started scrubbing yourself with the soap and washcloth. When you felt that you were sufficiently clean, you rinsed yourself with the remaining water in the bucket and stood to walk up to the tub. When it was full of hot water you climbed in and let your head sink below the surface. The steaming water made you skin turn a rosy red, but felt so good compared to the well air conditioned apartment which you lived in by yourself. Twenty minutes later, you emerged from the water slightly red and pruned. You had yet to grab a towel, when you heard a crash from a different room. You ran out to see what was becoming nuisance that was beginning to annoy you. You walked into the kitchen to see that a vase on the table had fallen to the floor, broken into a thousand pieces. Your body stood parallel to the shards of glass as you searched the room with your eyes closed. A snicker or two was all you could hear. With a swift move you arm goes flying into a portal of darkness and emerges with a long, light weight katana and you drive it into the wall to your left. A shrill scream was all that was heard before a disgusting looking demon fell from were the blade had struck, missing an arm.
"Unless you feel it necessary for me to end your life, I suggest you leave," you growl as you give death glares as sharp as daggers to the spit-colored demon.
"It would be a fair death with such a sight amidst my old eyes, though you would look better without your skin!" cried the demon as in made a lustful leap toward your body.
"Hn, is that so?" you mutter as the blade of your sword easily glides through the demon's neck, bones and all as if it were consisted of clay.
The demon fell limp at your feet. You opened another portal and it consumed the corpse, leaving only spatters of blood on the wall. You went and got some hot water and a towel to clean the blood, when you noticed that you were tracking blood although you did not step in the demon's blood at all. As you look down farther, you notice that the broken glass has driven itself deep into the bottom of your feet. You calmly sit down in the kitchen and begin the slow and painful process of removing all the bits of glass from within your feet. After the last shard is out, you wrap the soles of your feet and walk into your bedroom. Diagonal to the left is your closet and you walk in to get dressed. You only got to hook your bra when you sensed something.
You didn't even bother to turn around, but yelled, "If you have a nose to smell and a brain to comprehend, then you know that your leader is dead. I advise you and the other three in my apartment to leave before I make your demise the worst thing you have ever felt, because what I can do is worst then death!"
You did not hear a response. This time you did turn around.
"Do you take me for a fool and dare to test me. Leave now or die!"
"We will be back with more to avenge him," Is what you heard as the presence left.
"Perhaps they were not so stupid if they decided to keep their lives," you though as you continued to get dressed, irritated that you had to deal with shit like them so early in the morning.
You pulled over your black uniform over your head and tied the red sash through the loops. You dressed a bit modestly and kept it simple, although people always seemed to think that you looked good. But in your mind looking good would not help you to survive, so you never focused on looks.
You returned to the bathroom and looked into the mirror after you wiped the steam off. "pathetic," you mumbled as you looked at yourself. You have a pale complexion with deep eyes that were usually half lidded. The one on the left is blue and the one on the right is green. A curse from your past, which made you what you are now: hopeless. You closed your eyes and focused your energy. When they shot open they were both blue. You had done your best to conceal everything about your hideous past and tried your best to forget. And for the most part you did, but things like this reminded you of you r place in the world; below scum and a little above shit. A sudden flash of blood red in your eyes brought you back to reality and you closed them tight and pressed on them with your fists. It was becoming harder lately to control your other side. Another fragment of a shattered past. When you felt control again, you brushed your long dark hair. You ran your fingers from your scalp to right above your knee. Your nimble fingers quickly braided the locks and you tossed the braid held with a black ribbon behind you. You walked into the kitchen and looked in your little under a normal sized fridge. Not too hungry, so you just grab a water and grab your stuph too before walking out the door and locking it behind you.
Down three flights of steps and you finally reach the street. You quietly walk to the train station and purchase a ticket going north into a more populated part of the city. The train finally boards and you hold patiently at the railing attached to the ceiling as the train begins to gain speed. You reach into your bag and pull out a cigarette and lighter. You start to flick at the lighter and frowned with the cigarette drooping in your mouth. The lighter wouldn't spark and you became frustrated.
"Here," said a woman from behind you with a somewhat scratchy voice.
She lit your cigarette and the smoke filled the train.
"Thanks," you mumble.
"We are going to be late, man. They probably started without us…Hey, man. I don't think you are supposed to smoke on a train!" cried the orange haired guy from behind the woman, "Aren't you a little young to be smoking anyway?
"Shut up, lil bro." said the woman lighting her on smoke.
You remained quiet among the stupid ass and his older sibling.
"Seriously, you are killing your lungs. What would your parents say?" asked the orange haired guy again.
The train began to slow down.
"They're dead," you mumbled loud enough for him to hear as you got off the train.
"Nice going," said the woman as she punch the boy in the head.
This was not your stop, but if you had to spend any more time with that oaf, you would kill him. You were close enough to walk the distance and still be a little early to school. Thinking to yourself you pulled the half smoked cigarette out of your mouth and stepped on it.
"What a waste," you mumble as you continue your walk.
About fifteen minutes into you lovely morning walk, you feel something distant. Your walk becomes a jog and your jog becomes a blazed run. You round the corner and you see it down at the dead end alleyway of an abandoned area of the city. (If you have read my other fics, you know that I usually have the same blue prints for cities and themes. In A Broken Heart Never Stops Bleeding, this is the alley that Hiei is raped in, but that is in the future. Different fic so it won't turn up here. You'll have to find it under my pen name.)
You stop and watch as three boys are fighting a middle-upper class demon. You decide not to attack unless need be. There is a demon in black, who is fast, but is a little shorter then the others. Then a redhead demon with a whip and alongside him a human with his hair slicked back. Their attacks are not working very efficiently. You know this by fact. The human is punching him, but the demons flesh absorbs it. The short one uses a katana, but once sliced the flesh of the demon reforms back into place like dough. The redhead is filling it with poison, but not enough to kill it, nor even stun it. You continue to watch, hidden, as the battle makes little improvement. The human gives a direct punch to the face with spirit energy and the demon goes flying out of the alley. You note that he is no normal human, and carefully study each of their moves.
You attention is drawn away when you hear, "Spirit sword!"
"Oh, god!" you smirk to yourself, "The oaf has powers."
You knew at the angle that he attacked, that it would be countered. You felt a bit satisfied as you watch your calculation become reality as the oaf is slammed hard to the ground.
The human screams, "Kuwabara, get UP!"
"Kuwabara, huh? Dumb ass," You mumble.
You would have enjoyed watching him get killed, but the woman who lit your smoke was there, so you felt it better to pay for the favor, by saving her and her dumb ass brother. The others began to run towards the demon. You sped in front of Kuwabara and looked into the demon's eyes.
"Six and a half minutes, tops," You say to yourself before screaming to the demon, "The real challenge is with me, fool!"
You frowned as the demon laughed at you.
"Hey kid, get out of the way! You're gonna get killed!" cried the human.
You look straight at him and say, "Do not take me for being weak or you will be next!"
The group was taken back by this. You tossed your bag to the side and opened a portal to grab your sword, purely for defense though. Without a warning, you lung at the demon and easily dodge its attacks. With a flip you nail him in the back, but he throws you off.. You land it and chuck the sword blade first at the demon's head. He easily catches it.
"Futile attempt, little girl!" the demon smirks.
"No, perfect distraction!" you yell.
You aura is already pulsating around your body.
"Now, you die!" you scream as black fire is released from within your palms.
The demon is quickly immersed in the fire inferno the flames easily smites him. The others are dumbfounded. Kuwabara had woken early enough to see the death of the demon. You dust off some ash and notice a gash in your leg.
"Fuck, damn thing nicked me," You mutter.
"You call that a nick?" asked the black haired human coming a little too close for comfort smiling, "Where'd you learn that?"
"None of your business mister." You say as you put your sword away, go to pick up your bag, and walk away.
"Wait a sec," he cries.
You stop, but don't say anything.
"My name is Yusuke, detective of the spirit world. And you are?" asked him looking into your eyes for an answer.
"Leaving." You say as you turn and continue to walk.
You are caught off guard as something scoops you up and brings you back. You glare at the boy in black as he sets you down in front of Yusuke.
"Do it again, and you will die," you growl at the boy
"As if you could, human," he smirked a bit.
"I'm going to….
"And that is Hiei, the happiest in our group." smiled Yusuke
"I'm sure." you grunted, "He is worst then the oaf!"
This set Hiei off. "Who in the hell do you think you are to compare me to that blithering idiot!" Kurama held the demon back.
"And the red head holding down Hiei is Kurama." said Yusuke pointing to the emerald eye beauty.
" A pleasure to meet you." Kurama managed out before the demon broke loose.
He took a leap after you sword in air. He was fast, but you saw the move coming before he even knocked Kurama over. You quickly grabbed his left hand and jerked it off the hilt of the sword. You swung it around and used your right leg to kick his other wrist, sending the blade flying. It sunk into the ground inches from Kuwabara.
"Hey guys, that almost hit me!" cried the idiot with fear.
Yusuke and Kurama came and tried to break it up, but once Yusuke was punched from Hiei, they backed down and tended to their clumsy friend, but still watched.
You had his arm locked when you felt your body go flying. He flipped you with his free hand. You land on your back with a hard thud, and your head hit the solid ground. But before he had time to say anything, your leg goes spinning around, knocking him to the ground and you leap on top him. You begin to wrestle the demon, when you notice his eyes. They are like your other side's; blood red. You didn't let it distract you though. You were rolling around when you finally found an open shot and took it. You were able to get on top and you grabbed his throat. Hiei's eye's opened wide with amazement. He almost broke free with a vice grip to your wrists, but he legs were open and you slid your left knee all the way up and pushed more pressure up hard. Hiei began to choke a bit and squirmed. He let his arms fall to his side. Your grip loosened on his through, but did not let go. You raised a fist to punch him in the nose, but hesitated. Your hand came down fast and… SLAP! The others were a bit bemused at this.
You moved inches from his face, and growled, "Don't you ever come after me again or I will finish the game that you started!"
Hiei just glared back at you.
"Do you understand?" you screamed
Hiei didn't answer.
"Perhaps I should rephrase that. Do you wish to live?" you grinned as you dug your nails into his soft neck.
Hiei replied with a small Hn'. You released him and his manhood. Hiei pushed you off of him as he stood up. He did not look at you, but instead flitted away.
Kuwabara walked over to you and offered a hand.
"I don't need your help." you said as you stood on your own.
"Just trying to help… hey! Your that kid on the train! But, your eyes, their red?"
"What?" you shrieked as you shut them and tried to focus. When you opened them, Kuwabara, stood shocked.
"Howd ja do dat!" cried the lost idiot.
"My eyes are not red, you are just stupid" you growled as you grabbed your stuph and ran out of the alley.
"Hey! Kid come back! You can't leave yet, you need to see Koenma!" cried Yusuke as he chased after you.
You tried to outrun him, but he began to catch up fast. You ran across the bridge and stopped in the middle.
"If you are wise, you will not search after me.!" you scream as you jump off.
"NO!" hollered Yusuke as he ran to the edge, but he could not see you.
"How in the hell did she do that?" said Yusuke.
You reopened the portal in the cover of the brush near your school and walked out. You regained yourself and pulled your skirt down to hide the clash in your leg. You were already late and ran through the main door and to your first class. You managed to sneak in, or so you thought. The teacher called out your name and asked for an explanation. You stood up and bowed low.
"I apologize, Sensei for my tardiness. I was not feeling well and was at the infirmary." you stated clearly, still bowed.
"Do you have a pass from Nurse Lynn?" he asked back.
You were not planning on that.
"Uh, no Sensei. She was busy with another student who was worse then I, and I felt it wrong to delay her work by adding my burden onto her, Sir." you managed.
"Well, thank you for your honesty. Try to get one next time. Now, please take your seat miss and we will begin the morning lessons on the displacement of particles in the area zone of unfamiliar chemical compounds when induced with extra components. Class, take out your text and open to page 467. Mr. Sakamotto, please read the first eight paragraphs aloud."
You took your seat in silence and did as he instructed. This school was a strict one, and if you slipped once, you were out for good. You decided it best for them not to know the real you or to piss them off, so you remained quiet most of the day, unless summoned to read or answer questions. You were an A student. Your goal was to graduate, get a job, and live a normal life without your past chasing you, but in the back of your head, you knew that it would never happen. Not without doing something first.
Well, what do you guys think? Please do email any questions or comments or advise to me. I beg you to review, so that I feel it reasonable to continue this fic. I feel that that was a reasonable amount of writing. I'll try to update soon. This was defiantly the hardest chapter, but I'll keep at it, if you approve of it.
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-Jessie Lee