Resurrected
I never thought that this could happen to someone like me. You see there is nothing remarkable about me or my life. Everyone I loved is gone and I am alone. I have nothing of real value. Unless you count the dojo my father left to me but, I can assure you that there is nothing of value about that place. I don't really speak to people outside of work and even there I only say the minimum required to get through it. I'm not beautiful I'm just pretty in an average kind of way. Five foot five, long brown hair, and brown eyes nothing striking. But I guess even ordinary me can experience the extraordinary every once in a while.
I died on a Tuesday. If you asked anyone who knew me they'd tell you it was just another sad story in the Higurashi family tragedies. I was…am the last of my line. My entire family burned to death my grandfather, mother, father and little brother. If I had not been a stupid rebellious teenager I could have gone with them. I would have been in the seat next to my brother. I would not have had to stand by myself in the cemetery as they buried my world.
When I woke Tuesday morning the sun was shining and the birds were singing their happy little tune. I hate mornings like this but, thankfully this is what they make sake for. Just three cups in the morning drowns out the sound of the stupid little birds. Maybe I should have quit the sake and just cut their tree down. Anyway, it was a beautiful day. It was in fact a very good day to die.
I went through that day the same as any other. I spent the morning and most of the afternoon training on the shrine grounds. In the evening I had classes to teach. Did I mention that my family was the world famous Higurashi's and that we owned a shrine and dojo. I won't bore you with the details. It doesn't fucking matter end of story. Well, not really but you get my point.
The lesson I was to teach that night was for six new students. At the time I did not think this to be odd; in fact I was excited about the additional income. It's hard to take care of a home all alone and the thought of having it a little easier blocked out my common sense. I ran down from the house to the dojo to begin warm up and await the arrival of my new students.
I was half way through my warm up when six very big men waltzed into the dojo. The moment I saw them I knew I was screwed. They immediately circled me and I knew that they were not here for classes.
You need to understand that I knew that I was going to die after facing off with these men. Six against one not really my kind of odds. Despite my knowledge of this fact you should also know that I'm a stubborn ass and I was not going down with out giving them a fight they wouldn't forget.
What these men wanted from me I could not pretend to begin to know. All I do know is not one of them spoke they just rushed me. The first guy to get to me took one hell of a swing at my head to which I easily evaded and traded him a round house kick to the skull and a jab to the nose. The cracking noise and blood spurting out let me know I had broken his nose.
The next two guys grabbed me by both arms. It's a shame that guy number four decided to punch me in the ribs. Because as soon as he was close enough I bounced my feet off the floor and wrapped my legs around his neck cutting off his air supply as his buddies tried to hold me and tear me off at the same time. In a second he dropped to the ground freeing my legs to bounce once more off the ground and flip over tweedle dee and tweedle dumb. Two identical pressure points to the back of their necks had them snuggling up to their buddy.
It was lucky number five that got the jump on me and knocked me so hard in the head that stars swam in my peripheral vision as I dropped to my knees. Number six he took his turn and punched me square in the jaw. I told you these odds fucking sucked! Number one was back in action and raised a chair to deal the death blow.
On the chairs decent a huge crash was heard to my right as a man broke through the window and knocked number one clear across the room. His long hair was an unusual shade of slivery moonlight white and hung to just above one spectacular jean clad ass. I watched transfixed as he easily dispatched five and six.
As he turned and made his way over to me he chuckled lightly. A sound so rich and deep that my toes curled and my stomach did this weird flip floppy thing. "Miss Higurashi, you truly do leave a path of destruction in your wake." The first thing he spoke to me and he was already mocking me. My reply was only natural, "says the guy who jumped through my window". Oh that laugh again, the things it did to me.
Offering me his hand to help me off the floor and presumably out of my stupor. He lifted me to bring me near inches from his broad chest and as I looked into his eyes my heart skipped a beat. I know cheesy but you weren't the one gazing into eyes of pure amber. As my lips involuntarily picked up at the corners a shot rang out and my legs turned to jelly. Searing pain ripped through my chest as Mr. Gorgeous grabbed for me.
Tweedle dumb had gained consciousness again and decided to ruin my moment with a bullet to my back as he made his way out the door. A man who's name I did not know cradled me to his chest as if I was the most precious thing in the world and in that sweet moment as I felt my life draining away. He leaned down for what I assumed to be a last and first kiss but, he did something wholly unexpected. He bit my neck and the world went black.