Author's Notes: Well in case anyone is reading this first chapter I have something to tell you guys...I'm redoing chapters 1-3 so that it will actually be a good story. Well with three reviews, and a changed writing style, I think I should start this story all over again.
Be warned though, I haven't written anything R yet incept for "Kingdom Hearts: Soul Taker" and that has more violence than nudity and language and other stuff like that. Well so far it does anyway...
So bare with me and please read and review. Even though this is still going to be a short story, also when I finish it and if you like it, review if you want a sequel. ;)
Also, some things, Tokio, maybe not be accurate. I've only watched the anime, a little bit of the manga (the first volume) so don't expect me to get her character perfect.
Warning: Not all thoughts will be surrounded in 'these'
Disclaimer: I don't own.
Darkness
Part one: Victim
Within
us all lies a darkness
bubble,bubble, hisssss
The moon illuminated a small house, ancient yet filled with light. The darkness covered all that walked within it, yet inside was warmth and happiness which the dark envied.
"Not again! This is the sixteenth time!"exclaimed Tokio. "That's another good reason for not trying new recipes! Maybe I should just stick to what I know, I'm not a master cook...yet."
The woman and man who made this place their home had no idea of such things as the thoughts of those that dwell past the light. Though the man was a warrior, and the woman was the wife of a strong man, neither truly knew anything about the darkness.
Tokio, after getting rid of the ruined food in the pot, turned to walk down the hallway in her and her husband's home. Finding a hair out of place, Tokio stopped to look in the oval iron mirror in the middle of the hallway.
In the mirrors surface one can clearly see her dark brown eyes and moon like white skin, which is in sharp contrast to her long dark hair. Hair and skin which reminded the dweller of the night of another woman who had yet to taste his wrath.
Neither truly knew about true darkness. Or
pain.
Noticing a object on the floor, Tokio bent to retrieve
it.
It was a letter from her husband that she had dropped. Standing back in front of the mirror once more, she slowly read it to herself. When she was finished she looked back at the mirror to see something wrong:
Someone was standing a few inches behind her.
Not having enough time to react, the person reflected in the mirror easily grabbed her across her shoulders, keeping one arm across her neck so that she couldn't move her head.
Her mind, like that of her husband''s, quickly thought of a way out of the situation. Stabbing him in the arm. After twisting the knife in for good measure, she took off running, only tripping once.
"Aggh, you little bitch! Just hold still and I promise not to make it hurt too much!" Tokio could clearly hear her attacker scream. Who ever he was he had considerable skills to sneak up on her.
'Which room, which room, which room is it!?' she thought to herself by momentarily forgetting which room her husband kept his extra sword. He was after all a wanted man, as much as a man of the law. There we lots of people that would want him dead or want to make him suffer though his family. And so far his family was her. She had trained for a emergency like this, but it had never come, so after awhile she didn't take too many drills or worry about it. It was always in the back of her mind, like someone who knows but doesn't worry about house fires.
But when one actually happens, when your life is on the line, you forget everything you learn and leave it up to pure panic. And as it eats away at you, your hourglass is running on empty.
Tokio keep on running and peaking into unopened and open doors, all the while trying to put as much distance as she could between her attacker. A sharp blade came out of nowhere and stabbed her in the leg, causing her to trip and fall.
"I got to keep moving even if it hurts, I'm not the only one at risk here!"she screamed out loud while she pushed herself up from the ground. While limping away, a glint of metal caught her eye.
'This is it. This is the room I've been looking for!'
Tokio quickly closed and locked the door. Then moved across the room to her mini family shrine.
"Ancestors forgive me but I have no choice!"after saying that, she flung all the items and the whole shrine to the floor. She looked in the hidden chest that the shrine was on and stuck in a arm. When her arm slid out of the chest it was now holding a sword. She took it out of the sheath, silver blade gleaming by the light of the moon, and watched it in the darkness of the room.
thump thump thump
Footsteps
sounded in the hall behind her so she grabbed the sword and hid in a
cabinet near by the once family shrine. In one hand Tokio griped the
sword, in the other she used it to put a hand over her mouth to keep
silent.
rippp,slam thump thump thump
Her attacker stops walking and stands in front of the cabinet. Tokio stops breathing and waits for him to move on.
'Come on, come on, you sick bastard, notice I'm not here!!'
A blade comes through the wood, nearly hitting her in the arm and leaving splinters. Another one pops out on the side of her other arm making her scream from surprise. The cabinet doors are ripped open and she doesn't wait to know who her attacker is as she plunges the blade that she's holding through his stomach.
After dodging him making a desperate grab for her she runs out in the hallway. A open doorway reveals the moonlight of outside.
'Outside! If I make it that far, I can get help!' Her frantic thoughts are heartbreaking in their desperation. These are the last thoughts she'll make in this life time, and while the knowledge is madding in its sorrow, they're lovely in their naive sentiment. After thinking that to herself she runs out into the empty backyard of the home, and smiles as she sees the open gate.
But Tokio doesn't even make it to the handle of the gate.
A sword comes out of nowhere and pierces her in the upper chest. Just missing her stomach and almost hitting her breast. She limply falls to the ground and rolls over to her back as she looks up at the moon and the night sky, with a sickle moon like the blade of death himself grinning down at her.
Her attacker smiles, mimicking the moon, as he leans down and holds the knife she stabbed him with. Her other sword, her husband's sword, is embedded in her chest. A thick pole of blood forms around them as Tokio coughs up more
"P...p...please my...my...baby. Please don't kill us...I haven't told him yet...please..." Tokio expects mercy, what she gets instead is a cunning, cold, triumphant, smile.
"Victim number 10." are the last words she hears as she started to scream.
But long before she stops screaming a whisper slips past her murderers lips, a mingled sound of desire and hate:
"Kikyou."
Part Two: Promise
Its amazing how your neighbors don't even come over for pie, till something terrible happens. Then it's like a big festival. Complete with crowds of people, lights, and of course the main attraction:
The body.
Its the main reason why all of them are there, second to curiosity. They all want to see the body of someone they barely knew or cared about.
"What do you think is the time of death?"
"I didn't hear anything last night, I was out in another town and didn't get back until very late."
"I thought I heard screaming! It seemed to go on forever! But then I thought I was dreaming and closed the window, and forgot about it...but now..."
All of them said the same thing, none of them wanted to take the blame for not noticing. But they all wanted to know when she died, who killed her, and, how die she die? The bloody details were driving them mad with the same fervor that was felt at public executions in Europe. But who could really tell what was going on with the police were keeping everyone at a distance.
One of them pushed through the crowd, and from a overhead view you could see people pushing themselves away from him, like he was a wolf. They were half right.
More whispers could be heard among the crowd about who the person was.
"Its him. Her husband. How do you think he'll take this?"asked a man to his wife.
"Who dear, I can't see a thing without my glasses?"
"Its him, the one in the navy police uniform, smoking a cigarette. You were there for the wedding remember?"
The old woman frowned at her equally old husband. She knew who had gotten killed, for she knew everything that happened and didn't happen. And the murder victim had been the one that she always gave sweets to for the holidays. The victim had also always looked after her grandchildren. After racking her brain for an answer she looked up at her husband and said:
"I remember. They were like fire and ice, really. One could really see it at the wedding, but they got along so well...its really a shame, it breaks my heart."
As if sensing that they were talking about him, he turned his head in their direction. The old couple shivered as they saw the flash of golden eyes in the dark. With a turn of his head he was gone in a instant. The only thing showing that he had been there was a lone cigarette bud.
"Saitou, what are you doing here? Are...you...sure you want to see this?" asked one of the police officers keeping the crowd back.
The man called Saitou didn't reply, he lit another cigarette then walked past him.
The only lighting in the now destroyed home was the moon and a few small candles. Stepping in through the front door nothing looked damaged or wrong until you walked father down the hallway.
A broken mirror and blood was the first sign of trouble, then a trail of blood leading up to a small room. After looking into the ruined room Saitou frowned and stood in front of the broken pieces of what once was a cabinet. Sighing he turned around and walked toward where the back door was. A short police officer was standing there, looking nervously around. It was his first day on the job. Seeing Saitou he quickly stepped aside, then ran down the hallway for a bathroom. He had just seen the body, and even standing in back of it couldn't get you away from the smell.
'Are you sure you want to be here?' was the small constant voice in the back of his head, he responded with a comment of his own then moved on. "She's my wife."
Walking past the others working on the scene of the crime he stood by his wife's body.
Dead, once vibrant, dark earth colored eyes stared back into his own with a horror and terror that speaks for itself. The only other emotion in her dead eyes were anger, and one couldn't tell if it was directed toward, himself, herself, or the sick fucking bastard that actually committed the crime.
It could go all three ways if you looked at it through three different views.
The person that did it, he was the one that killed his wife using his own sword. He mutilated her body till the only thing recognizable was her dark hair. Hair that he could still remember touching before he left. Hair that he always twined around his fingers when embracing her.
She could have blamed herself in the end for not being strong enough, or for not being more well prepared. But wasn't it him that said that the man's roll, the husband's roll, was to protect his woman?
And Saitou himself had written and gave her his word that he would be there. If he had decided to actually keep his promise he would have been there. He should have kept his word for once. Then maybe...maybe...
There not just one person responsible in a crime, as they say, it takes three.
Looking back down at the body no one could blame the police officer from before for leaving his post.
Blood. It was everywhere clinging to her nude body like a second skin, or translucent clothing. And entrails were the belt or the sash, as if it wasn't enough to rape her body he had to cut open her stomach. Laying in the middle of the mess that was once her body was a decapitated fetus.
"She was pregnant..."Saitou asked, more to himself then those around him. One person that actually heard him went and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"Yes, she was at the time. 6 months to be exact. A old woman outside just told us that she had told her a couple of days ago...I know this won't ease your pain, but I'm sorry..."he said then walked away to give him some space.
Saitou didn't say anything but just looked down at what
was once his wife. Now all that was left was a torn and bloody
shell.
He hadn't known. She hadn't told him. He had been away for
months and hadn't guessed at thing.
She had been pregnant. The sobering news brought a fury to him that could rival hell.
'If I have to sell my soul to the devil, I swear I'll kill him. I'll hang his head on a pole. I make him suffer ever humiliation and pain she did. Even if it destroys me.' Saitou thought to himself. He balled his hand into a fist until patches of blood appeared of his white gloves from where his nails dug into his skin.
chirp
chirp, chirp, chirp
chirp, flutter
A pale white hand reached out to the small brown bird chirping and flapping its wings on the ground. After cupping her hands around the bird, she raised her hands up high and let it go. Watching as it flew off into the early midmorning sun. A sudden gust of wind sent,the womans dark, midnight black, hair fluttering through the wind, the only thing holding it back from arranging itself in a mess was a single bone white ribbon.
With one hand in the lap of her red hakama, she reaches up with the other for a blue bird which flies to and stays on the tip of her index finger. The white sleeve of her hakui slipped down and reveled the rest of her pale white arm until she pulled it back up.
A red robin landed in her lad and dropped a Kikyou flower, and she gently smiled at the bird that had brought her her namesake.
The birds flew away and Kikyou's eyes widened as she sensed a familiar fragment of power.
"Another life has been claimed. When will this madness end? This time it happened so far away, but the next time? He has to know where I am, he's just toying with his victims and me, along with my time and patience. This makes the 10th victim..."she said to herself. Kikyou hoped off the rock that she had been sitting on and started to walk away, until a familiar pain started to spread across her back, and her hakui filled with small patches of blood in the back.
'Damn, I wish I could forget.'Kikyou thought to herself by picking up her bow and arrows and walking away. She hadn't gotten far when she came upon a dead body hanging from a tree.
Upon inspecting it she could make out that it was a police officer. He had been cut up into several bleeding pieces and was hanging from the branches. She turned around as she spotted from the corner of her eyes two pairs of red eyes.
'A demon here? Why didn't I sense it?'
When the eyes had disappeared, Kikyou chose to leave the body for now and follow the demon. After finding herself in a dark clearing, she looked around. Her eyes widened in surprise, horror, and disgust, as she sees the half eaten bodies of the birds that she had been playing with and another police officer. His picked clean skull smiles at her as she hears footsteps behind her.
She dodges a attack and takes out a arrow to kill the possessed body of a human, possessed by a rat demon.
"Ah, another lovely human for a midmorning snack. I was getting quite tired of birds!" the demon says then laughs, as Kikyou narrows her eyes.
"Look a little closer."
The demon squints as he looks at her closer. Then, with fear and surprise, he stammers out: "Why your not a human, your a-"
He doesn't even get that far, as a glowing arrow pierces his neck.
"I'm a what, dead, a soul eater, or maybe that I'm a higher rank then one of you, low class scum." Kikyou smiles and sets about burying and praying for the souls of her winged companions.
When she finishes she expects to turn around and leave when a gun comes out of nowhere and presses into the back of her head.
"Don't move...or...I'll shoot! Oh, my god, what did you do to him!"says the third police officer that she had seen today.
Kikyou silently laughed to herself, which she could tell unnerved the man as she thought: "Why didn't I sense him too? My senses must be taking a vacation today.'
"Stop laughing!!"he harshly yells out as Kikyou stops. She gives him a cold smile and puts her hands up over her head.
"Okay, officer, but before you take me away and put me behind bars for being a bad girl, look a little closer."
The officer, looks over at the body of the demon that she just killed, his eyes widen slightly as a mist form of a large rat with glowing red eyes flies out and into the sky, as the body disintegrates.
The clearing fills with police officers as Kikyou takes her hands down from over her head, and picks up her bow and arrows. The other officers raise their guns and other weapons up at her head, as the one that first put a hand to her head starts yelling.
"W...w...what the hell is she!? She's a witch, that man--that man look at him!!"
Everyone except Kikyou looks at the fallen body of the demon then back at her. But before they can even say anything a deep voice comes out of the surrounding trees.
"She's a priestess thats what she is. Pick that babbling buffoon up, and put your weapons down. That's not how you treat a holy woman."Kikyou narrows her eyes as a man in steps out from the trees. The rest of the small group salutes him and does as he says, then runs over to take the man that had called her a "witch" away.
"Thank you, but I was a priestess. I'm far from holy. I will give a prayer for the dead then continue," Kikyou looks down at his badge then back at him."...Commissioner."
The chief of police frowns then looks at Kikyou as he says: "I'm sorry miss, I didn't get your name."
"It's Kikyou."
"Did you get rid of these," He waves his hand over the demon, then locks eyes back on her again."pest by yourself."
"Yes, and how did you know there was more then one?"
"Because when I was very little my grandmother was into believing in sprints and demons, and she told me all the signs to look for one or a demons body. If you weren't a priestess you would be quite useful to us. That is, if you were a man."Kikyou narrows her eyes at him then replies.
"I'm not a priestess, and if your asking me to join the police force, then I would have to say yes, yes I will."
"I am, I think despite your gender, I think you could be quite useful. I'm not saying I believe in demons and all that, I'm just saying that your services could be put to good use. And if you will come with me Ms. Kikyou...do you have a last name."
Kikyou thinks for a minute then replies. "It's Tama, Kikyou Tama."
He nods his head and walks away as Kikyou turns to praying for the dead. 'Maybe this way I'llfind him faster.' thinks Kikyou to herself by praying. It is a prayer that will soon be answered.
'I hope I did the right thing, it won't be easy on her because shes a woman, but what choice do I have? If that thing is a demon, were going to need all the help we can get. I won't question my beliefs now, but I promised my wife that she would feel safe again, even if shes not what this monster is looking for. I can't make that into a wish that can't be granted. 'he thinks to himself by walking away.
The commissioner looks over his shoulder then thinks to himself: 'Plus she has the same eyes of him, even if their not gold. I can see the same coldness and power in her as in him. Maybe they can both stop him, because I doubt we'll be able to take this monster dead or alive...'
End of Chapter One
Author's Notes: Okay thats chapter one! I hope you guys liked the new chapter one! Next on the new chapter two (when I write it, your stuck with the old one for now.) we see Kikyou's training to be a police officer and when her and Saitou first meet. Be warned through, I don't know much about police training, so don't blame me if somethings are wrong.
Also thank you Shrine for
giving me that info on Kikyou's clothes, otherwise I wouldn't know
what the hell she wears.
I wish I could rewrite this entirely, I
would have Kikyou join the force under a man's disguise. I think she
would look good with short hair. But I can't, I have too much to do.
Well stay tune for chapter two and please review!
