A/N: For anyone who wants to know- this isn't a Y/K fic. In fact, it's mostly pairing less. The only pairings that may be written in would be K/O, A/Y/A, and Y/OC, if it can really be counted… it's complicated, don't ask, you'll understand in the end. Blech.
A Song For The Dead
Ken watched from the street corner as Yohji led a strange boy into a nearby alley. It was Friday night and Manx had come earlier in the day to give them their mission.
It was an odd sort of mission, with no information about the murderer and grotesque, graphic images. The only clues they had for this case were- All of the victims were male and every single one of them had been shredded apart and drained of blood. In the end they had agreed to begin their search downtown near the largest patch of clubs in the city.
Omi had positioned himself upstairs in one of the building on the street, where his view of the road was clear, Ran waited at the other end of the street, a couple blocks from Ken, while Yohji had been assigned to patrol the street, somewhere he often found himself on lonely nights anyway.
Irritated, Ken made his way down the road towards the alley with every intention of pulling the blonde playboy out by the ear.
Stepping into the alley, he couldn't help but pause. He could see very little of Yohji from where he stood, since the boy who had accompanied Yohji into the alley had placed himself in the blonde's lap.
Yohji's hands lay against the pavement, immobile even as the younger boy caressed his chest beneath his shirt. His eyes remained closed while the boy lapped avidly at his neck. Both were disturbingly quiet. Something remained very wrong about the scene.
As he took a step forwards he heard the boy make a soft sound before sitting upright, back to Ken. Now that he could see a bit more clearly, Ken immediately spotted the blood that ran slowly down Yohji's neck. As the metallic scent of blood began to rise into the air, Ken unsheathed his bugnuks and drove one set into the boy's back.
With a sharp noise, the boy paused all movement for a moment before standing. Ken watched in shock as the boys hands moved to his chest- more specifically to the claws jutting out from him. The boy sighed, sensually caressing the claws for a moment, before pulling himself from the blades.
Turning around the boy faced Ken, eyes closed. The youth and shape of his face made Ken think of Omi, he found it difficult not to. Red-blond hair hung to either side of his youthful face in two shoulder length braids, while two strands of freefalling hair hung behind them. After that, the boy's hair was quite short and slightly spiky.
As Ken continued to numbly study the face of the boy before him, the stranger opened his eyes. Ancient blue eyes imprisoned him in their gaze. Time almost stopped as he lost himself in eyes that were slowly shifting from an icy blue to a deep midnight, rippling like the waves of the ocean.
Slowly the stranger, whose entire presence demanded from him respect and awe, walked towards him, pressing his already healed chest against the poised claws of Kens other hand. Leaning in, a soft tenor whispered into his ear, a thick Spanish accent overhanging his formal Japanese.
"If you have any inclination to save that man," he whispered, breath causing Kens hair to tickle his ear, "I do not suggest that you continue to stand there and stare."
Pulling himself from the blades once more, those soulful eyes glanced to his chest as he raised a hand to the injuries. Before Kens eyes, they closed themselves up, as if he were watching a shallow cut heal at a rapid rate.
Looking up again the strange smiled a soft, sad smile and walked back to the street. "Save him, my murderer," his voice purred softly from the street.
Finally free from his trance, Ken ran to the street. "W-wait! Who are you!" he asked, desperate for a response.
Pausing, the boy glanced over his shoulder. "Who is asking?"
"The man who will hunt you down if that blond dies."
"The man who plans to end my infinity?" he asked, then smiled coyly. "Then let him know my name. Minamoto Rio."
Without another word, he vanished into the night.
The OC's that appear in this story, Minamoto Rio and Fox, are copyright to me and me alone. If any others appear, you may feel free to use them at your will, but so much as touch Rio or Fox and I'll hunt you down.