Chapter 1: my normal life
Disclaimer: I don't own DMC or anything that has to do with them but I do own my OC's .
This is my first fanfic so please be kind and try to review I would really appreciate it
Dream
My body feels so weak and lump….am I dead? I couldn't feel my arms and legs but I do feel my face touching the wooden floor. My breathing became more labored before my eyes drooped I took last glance at my surroundings a woman lying on the wooden floor with a few swords planted right on her body.
"Mother…" I heard myself why …did I say that?
My eyes turned to a kid hiding in the shadows of the cellar crying, scared to make a sound.
Good just stay there, don't make a sound.
His sniffles were loud enough to be heard outside.
Shhhhh…. He'll hear you.
My eyes widened as soon as the strange shadow came in to close to the kid I fought the urge to move my body like something is telling me that I can't leave him, no , I can't leave him to die. Then something urged in me, strong and warm feeling overwhelming me.
NOOOOOOOOOO!
As soon as my clock started to alarm my body shot out of my sheets, my body covered in sweat, my breathing labored, my eyes wide open from the dream I had last night. I started to calm myself reminding that it was all just a dream. What a cruel dream …. I made a feel of my arms and legs. I guess they're still intact, I moved them back and forth and side by side making sure that they're still with me. I sighed in relief.
I stared at my alarm clock and it was telling me it was already 7am, with that I shot out of my bed , took of my pajamas to my school uniform though I still have difficulties involving my necktie. I fumbled on it for five minutes, and growled at it AGH…..ill make brother do it! So I proceeded downstairs where my delicious breakfast is waiting.
As I descended to the dining room the smell of omelet rice tickled my nose and so as fresh pancakes especially the syrup….. Ah …pancakes …. I haven't eaten pancakes for centuries! And I still recognize its delicious smell ….. mmmmmmmmmn… suddenly I lost my footing on the stairs.
"Waaaah!"
I reached the bottom of the stairs with a loud thud, my face planted on the floor.
" ugh… ow"
The pain stinging on the bridge of my nose, rubbing it with care making it go away. I tried to stand up but it ended in failure why? Because I felt my ankle twisted like a screw. It pains me to stand. Suddenly I heard familiar footsteps, it was getting louder.
"I wonder when a day will pass without you falling down the stairs"
I tilted my head to the direction where the voice came from.
"D-dad!"
His brow arching up with his eyes filled with curiosity.
"I just don't know how you manage to fall your way down the stairs every morning like it's already your every day routine."
"hahahah" a bead of sweat dropped around my temple.
Oh that's right! I haven't introduced myself yet. My name is Ookami Riku thirteen years old turning fourteen this year. Hehehe…. And right here is my dad his name's Dmitri Archlight if you're questioning why we have different surnames? That's because his my adoptive father he adopted me while I was just an infant along with my brother. Oh yeah! My brother's name is Ookami Itachi his eight years older than me and is currently in his job which he doesn't bother telling me how he earn the family's bread on the table. So yeah that's my family.
Sigh….." continue with that and you might get head concussion and yes it's deadly"
I haven't said anything yet. I opened my mouth to say something.
"Knowing you everything I say always has a follow up question from you."
I fell speechless. Guess he really knows me well.
He offered his hand to me, he knew me too well don't be surprised but yeah my ankles break every morning. I don't know how it heals fast though because it'll only take a few hours and then I'm already fine to walk. Very weird but very helpful, if I were to be a normal human (she doesn't consider herself a NORMAL human.) if I was to be a normal human, it would take a year or a half to heal. Though it's weird why I heal up so fast.
He pulled me back on my feet but it ended in failure, I fell back down on my knees. But he pulled me back up on my feet, in just seconds I was already standing up normally. I wonder how he got the strength to pull me back up. He gazed at me with worried eyes.
"Please Riku at least try your best to break that daily routine of yours it'll send you in the hospital in no time" he said after heaving a heavy sigh.
The only thing I could do was smile though and he smiled back.
I scratched the back of my head "sorry …."
"You always say that …." Distrust as evident in his voice
He walked away back to the kitchen and left me standing with the feel of pain still evident in my ankles and face. My hand touching the throbbing part of my face made me remember the dream I had. It hurts to be real…. But why do I have these dreams almost every night? But questioning myself won't answer anything …. But…. The dream it seemed so real as if I'm really beaten the hell out of me. My mind kept trailing on to my dream until my uncle interrupted my train of thought is calling up upon me.
" Riku are you going to eat breakfast or not?"
Oh yeah! Breakfast, I forgot about that.
"coming! Just don't eat my pancakes!"
I started to stride to the dining room. He'll be dead if he ever eats my pancakes; if he did then he'll taste hell for the first time. I thought while locking my fists in to balls.
School 8:15 am
At last school! I screamed in my head as I was already running in the hallway. I ignored the teachers who tried to scold me but I was so damn fast that they couldn't even utter a single word in front of my face, which I would be in trouble because of it…. Thinking about it reminds me of how my dad and brother rant on me. Well it doesn't matter anymore because this is a case of do or die, why does it have to be my first subject? I curse that teacher!
I arrived at my classrooms door. Deep breath Riku, face what this day has for me or ….die. Though I doubt death threatening myself would help me face this day. I heaved a lung full of breath and sighed heavily. Slowly I opened the door to our classroom, I saw my classmates seated obediently at their desks and the teacher's ready to start the lecture for the day. I think I interrupted him again…
"Ah. Miss. Ookami your 4.5 seconds late." The blonde teacher standing in front is the teacher whom I really cursed. The famous cold hearted narcissistic teacher. Sir. George Akers. I loathe him.
"Sir….. But I came just right on time the hands on the clock haven't moved from 12." I stated as I pointed on my watch that still says its 8:00.
He eyed on me cold heartedly and sent shivers down my spine.
"Ah it moved, guess you're one minute late."
What the hell? I took another glance at my watch and the hand actually moved away from 12. I eyed him again controlling my anger. Calm down, I can't afford to get in trouble now….. I reminded myself.
I smiled fake smile and started to think about apologizing. Suddenly my train of thoughtfulness was interrupted with a cold voice.
"So are you going to stand there like a statue or sit at your rightful place, there are students who are willing to learn just to let you know."
What the fuck?What kind of teacher are you? I'll give you a perfect 100 for punctuality….. BUT THIS! I didn't continue my line of thought on that it'll just ignite the fire building up I my stomach. So I tried my best to ignore his insult.
"Yes…SIR." I tried to suppress the fire inside me but no matter how hard I try it just can't help leaking a bit.
"I see you're learning to surrender your anger for me." He smirked at me like the devil as he is.
How did he know? Did he just read my mind?My thoughts were leaking out through my face expression. Shit. I have to learn to keep my thoughts from being obvious. I walked to my seat after that shocking moment, as soon as I settled in my seat the lecture started. While he was busy blabbering about the wonders of literature all he did was staring at me. Don't think I don't notice taking a peak at my face sensei. I thought threateningly. Oh how I wish I have cyclops' optic beams so I can zap him out to hell or maybe kill him. The thought of that made me unconsciously smirk.
"Is there something funny Miss Ookami?"
"Huh?" It took me by surprise; he was already standing right in front of me.
"Is there something funny about the eighth circle of hell?" he looks curious, but what credit would I have if I would tell him what I was imagining.
"N-nothing sir."
"oh….then why were you laughing? Of course I would understand if you're crazy." He said as a matter of fact
What? I am not crazy and that would be kinda insulting for a teacher to say! But telling him I just imagined would just tarnish my permanent record. I got to think of something quick.
"Uh…. I just….remembered something….funny…"
He eyed me, he looks convinced. Good. Suddenly he smirked.
"Then would you mind telling to the class what you've just remembered?"
This teacher is really trying to get me off the hook! My fist locked themselves like balls, my knuckles were turning white. Calm down, he's just testing you; you don't have any reason to hit a teacher. I thought as soon as I reminded myself my body turned form stiff to relax.
"It's….something private sir. And I don't want to broadcast the history of my life to the whole class and besides your lecture is more important than my life history." I grinned naturally but I can't stop the veins throbbing on my forehead.
"I see you're learning to be a good student" he smiled at me.
"But it's not enough to have a passing mark for me." He said with a smug glued on his face.
Someday you will have everything come back to you. You just wait!
"Well shall we continue discussing on with the ninth circle of hell?" he moved away from my seat and proceeded to continue his lecture. Man I should remind myself to pay attention to whatever he's saying next time… this time I listened intently to his lecture.
"This circle is called treachery this is found in the deepest part of hell."
Hell…. Hmmn … it seems interesting. I thought suddenly my head exploded with images, images that were not very familiar to me. What the hell?... What is this? The images suddenly played like a short film movie.
The shadow approaching me holding its scythe high ready to attack anytime, my head was throbbing, I think it's about to explode. The image changed I saw countless of dead bodies and the place looked like a blood bomb exploded, it was everywhere even on the roof. I was already gripping my head the pain is just too much, it really wants my head to explode.
"Miss Ookami are you alright?" the question just came out of the blue but I barely heard it.
It was my hell descend teacher who's asking.
My head wouldn't stop throbbing.
"I- I'm alright ….sir…"
A silver haired man stood in the middle of the room holding a katana stained with blood. Shit. My eyes turned blurry, I couldn't clearly see the blackboard, my body started to feel heavy. The man stood there with triumph, waving his sword back and forth to let the blood fly away from his blood stained blade. He turned his back to the room. His eyes were cerulean blue and cold from killing. That was the last image I saw before darkness overwhelmed my sight and heard a faint thud and people calling, screaming out my name.