Hello readers! This story is centered around Akumi Chishio, an OC. This story loosely follows the 2011 anime with a few things from the 1999 version thrown in. Enjoy!
When Kita Sakuma had applied for her job as a tour guide, her soon-to-be manager had asked her several questions, one of which was, "Why do you want this job?" This question was usually asked at most interviews, no matter the job type, and the answer usually turned out to be some sort of cheesy answer about life, money, growth, rewards… basically all those noble things that nobody actually cares about. Kita was no different in this regard.
I want to help people learn! That's what Kita had said along with some other cheesy bullshit about self fulfillment. In reality, she was just a drop-out college student that wanted some cash to get her next fix. Not as honorable as wanting people to learn, but hey! Rent and drugs don't come free. So here Kita was, working as a tour guide for Kukuroo mountain for the second summer in a row as she lied to parents about how terrible it was having to skip all the parties and booze so that she could finish her extra credit assignment (which as about as far from the truth as she could get).
Like any other afternoon, Kita took another joint of D2. Putting on happy face for tourists six hours day, five days a week, eventually wears down a person's nerves. The remedy that Kita had found to this problem was the lovely D2 drug, which her co-worker had given her as a gift after taking over one of her shifts that day, even though it would have been lovely if she could have gotten those before her shift had began. Looking around, she took note of the passengers that she would be spending the next few hours with telling them about the wondrous place that surrounded Kukuroo mountain.
Nobody really gave a shit about the small towns bordering the mountain. No, they were interested in going to see the Zoldyck family. The infamous family of assassins.
The passengers looked like the normal batch. There were a few families, a school group, and a handful of singles. And then there were the stupid people. These stupid people usually came during the afternoon right after lunch, as if they had the mindset that they would pop in, kill the family , and be back in time for dinner. This was why Kita called them 'the stupids' in her head.
People that wanted to hunt down and kill the Zoldycks were nothing new. Every few days, a group of thugs would show up looking for their claim to fame while acting all high and mighty, boasting about how they would take the Zoldycks and claim the something-million-or-billion Jenny reward that the Zoldycks had on their heads.
Kita thought back to her first week working as a tour guide. The first time she had seen Mike, the giant guard dog, drop the skeletons off outside the door, she had run back to the bus and made the driver floor it. The second time it happened, she had let out a squeak and then attempted to calm down the tourists. The third time, she had just resigned herself to the fact that it would happen and jumped onto the bus after making sure that all the tourists had gotten back on.
Kita was desensitized to seeing idiots go to their own deaths to say the least. After watching the same thing happen for two summers, she really couldn't help get but used to it. She also understood a few things. Despite the fact that she was a college drop-out, Kita wasn't stupid. She knew a trick when she saw one. She knew that the gatekeeper was faking the entire time, she knew the side door was a trap, and after careful thought, she guessed that the weird decoration on the wall was some sort of entrance.
The passengers in the bus started to get their cameras out and grab their stuff. Kita looked behind her and saw the gate approaching them. Oh well, she thought. Guess it's time to see the next batch of idiots get eaten alive. She took a deep breath and started the usual speech.
"We are now coming to the main part of the tour!" You guys are all idiots. I hate people. I hate tours. Screw being social. "Coming up right in front of us is the fence around the Zoldyck estate, home to the infamous family of assassins! Make sure to get plenty of pictures of the lovely design found on the wall!" Design my ass. Kita continued her speech, but she wasn't paying attention to that anymore. Instead, she was staring at one figure in the back of the bus who was listening intently while staring at the alleged door on the wall.
The person was dressed in all black. None of their facial features could be seen due to the sleeveless black hoodie that was pulled up over their head, but looking at the build, Kita assumed the figure was a girl. The girl also wore black denim shorts that looked like they needed a few patches in places. Along with this, there was a silver chain that hung down halfway past her thigh before going into her pocket. Combat boots were snugly attached to the girl's feet and black fingerless gloves practically screamed the words rebel.
None of this was what pulled Kita's attention towards the girl. Not the badass vibe or rebel clothes, not the way the girl sat like she was calculating world domination, not even the way she sat stock still even though Kita had trouble keeping balance while holding onto the silver pole. What caught Kita's attention was the tattoos. The girl's entire upper arms were covered in black tattoos with geometric designs that spilled down her forearms all the way to her covered wrists. Just looking at the tattoos made Kita want to close her eyes and never open them again, but just as she was about to do exactly that, she noticed that the designs were all cut up, none of them lined up perfectly with each other. Almost as if they were… sliced.
Kita's eyes widened in shock. The number of scars covering the girl's bone white arms were infinite. That girl… whatever she's gone through, its been worse than hell. The tour guide wasn't able to look away, her eyes traveling across the girl's body finding scars everywhere. There was barely a place where her skin wasn't marred by white lines.
Her eyes moved downwards, to the girl's legs, taking note that these tattoos were the exact same as the ones on the girl's arms, except these had the color red mixed in on certain areas.
The bus stopped and Kita almost fell on her face, not expecting the sudden change in motion. Quickly gathering herself, she finished the speech saying that she would be willing to answer any questions that people had- not that anyone ever asked. As she was saying this, the girl in the back of the bus jerked her head towards Kita and stared intently at her. Kita looked away quickly, unable to deal with the waves of calm murder that she could see in the girl's eyes.
Kita got off the bus quickly and went to stand under the tree that she usually stood under to watch the stupids get killed. Looking backwards, she almost fell on her face again from a mix of fear and shock. The tattoo girl was headed straight for her.
The first thing Kita thought to do was to run. Run where? She had no idea. She just knew that she better get the fuck out of there if she wanted to live. Call her irrational but when a girl with enough scars to rival most blacklist hunters walks towards you, self-preservation kicks in.
The second thought that Kita had was something along the lines of why would this girl hurt you? but before her mind could fully form that thought, the tattooed girl was upon her.
The first thing Kita saw was the eyes. They were dark red, as if one was looking at a cup full of blood. The color was not what made her freeze in her place. It was the look in the girl's eyes. Some eyes are full of happiness. Others are full of complex emotions such as sadness, loneliness, or anger. Then there are the eyes that are full of something that just can't easily be named. In Kita's case, she knew what it was. She just didn't want to admit it. She saw eyes that could cut through diamond. It was the stare of a predator.
Before the girl could continue making her way towards Kita and within speaking range, the group of thugs started asking the gatekeeper for the keys. This of course led to the normal routine of giving the key to the thugs and said thugs going through the doors that were obviously a trap. The girl turned away from Kita, breaking the eye contact, obviously interested in the proceedings at the gate.
Moments later, screams could be heard along with the sound of crunching bones. The tourists scrambled towards the bus, going into a flat out sprint when Mike placed the crushed up skeletons of the thugs outside the door.
Kita was about to join them, albeit at a much slower pace, when a voice behind her spoke.
"You know how to get in." The voice was colder than ice, causing Kita to freeze in place, not daring to move. "Tell me." She slowly turned around, and stared in terror at the girl that was suddenly behind her who had been in front of her moments before.
"I-I-I don't uh, know how t-t-to get in." The girl continued to stare at her, obviously not believing Kita.
"You have a theory though," the girl said, cold eyes never leaving Kita's.
"Uh, w-well you see those d-d-decorations?" She pointed at the giant seven tiered rectangles. "I uh, thi-think they're er, doors. Giant doors!"
The girl seemed pleased with this answer because she nodded and stared at them thoughtfully.
"Hm..." Kita turned and slowly started to walk back towards the bus, ready to get the fuck out of there as quickly as possible, but before she could completely turn around, she felt a force push at her, causing her to stumble. She would have fallen if not for the fact that something was holding her up.
Then the pain hit her.
She looked down to see a long red blade sticking out of her chest right where her heart should have been. She only had enough time to slightly widen her eyes before she started to collapse onto the ground, the blade no longer there to hold her up.
"I'm done with you now. But you were useful while you lasted."
Before she could make any noise, a scream from help, shock, fear, or any combination of the three, Kita's vision was yanked suddenly to the side, only able to have a glimpse of a headless corpse and a girl with a blade in her arm before her vision was stuck at ground level, staring at tattoo covered legs. Kita's eyes were only able to widen in shock before her vision was filled with blackness. That isn't red ink. That's splattered blood.
Thank you for reading the first chapter! Any feedback is appreciated!