Hikaru
Part One: Thunderstorm's at Three o'clock
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...he was going to die...he could feel the wind touch his face...smell the rain as it fell...
...the sound of his heart pounding loud. He held on...He really did...
...but the lights filled his eyes ...
...and there was nothing but darkness after that..
Chapter One: A Night of The Carnival
"..."
"...Hikaru?"
"...yes?"
"get the girl."
He shut the phone with his hand and shoved it in his pocket.
Hikaru doesnt remember much about his life. Then again, he never had a life to remember. There was a boy. He remembers him the most. He had green, gold eyes and flamming red hair that stuck out messily on the crown of his head like a halo. The boy would smile toothily, his big eye's lighting up like a lit city. He'd say he wanted to play sometime and laugh before he ran away and dissapeared. He wondered if that was really himself he saw in the memories. Then he'd remember he was never laughing anymore.
He looked up at the sky, squinting as the sun hurt his eyes. He slipped on a pair of black sunglasses and jumped on his motorcycle, and sped off with a kick. He gripped the handlebars and increased velocity, taking advantage of the empty road. He sighed and relaxed as the wind caressed his face and tousled his black hair. He tapped long, slender fingers against the throttle as the beat of a rock song blasted from his earphones.
He could feel the cold metal of his watch wrapped around his wrist, a faint tick keeping sync with his heartbeat. He glanced at the silver watch with unease. It was the only thing that was his own really. Everything else from his clothes to his motorcycle was stolen. Except his watch. It was his only true possesion. And the only safekeeping of his life.
He stretched his arm's out at the wind and smirked lightly, holding the handlebars again. The sky was an orange-pink as it kissed the green grass. It was a beautiful day really.
A shame it would go down in flames.
He pulled his motorcycle to a halt and walked off smoothly. He ripped off his earphone's and it hit him like a smack to the face. He walked a few step's and found himself in the heart of the carnival.
It was a swirl of color's. The city was decorated in light's, hundred's of people scattered everywhere. His ear's were filled with upbeat music and singing and people's excited voice's. The air was filled with sweet smell's of bread and sugar. He could feel the ground vibrate as people danced and ran with light stick's. And the poppy flower's.
The bright red poppy flower's were everywhere. In memory of Kotoko Fujioka.
A blonde girl dressed as a gypsy dancer brushed passed him, her grin seductive as she danced away. He almost followed her but reminded himself he had a purpose to be there. The air began to grow hot and heavy as the sky darkened. He was pushed around in the crowd of people, when they all began cheering.
His gaze followed as everyone all looked in one direction. His golden green eye's stopped as he caught glimpse of her.
Ryouji Fujioka waved at the crowd with a flamboyant smile, his free arm around his fifteen-year old daughter.
Haruhi Fujioka.
She stood under her father awkwardly, wearing a pale pink dress that came above her knee's and revealed her shoulder's. She had dark brown hair that cascaded down to her small waist, her bang's to the side. She had a small body, looking no more than twelve. Her skin was a creamy ivory, like silk. Her eye's were a chocolate brown, big with thick lashes that made blinking dramatic.
She was a pretty thing.
She was also the person he hated the most.
And he was going to kill her.
His phone vibrated violently in his pocket and he answered it, never breaking his gaze from the girl.
"...she's here." He answered carefully. There was a hesitation from the other side of the line,"...bring her to me...I want her alive Hikaru." Hikaru sighed,"...alright..." He hung up and took off the mask that a little boy was wearing and placed it over his own face. He pushed through the crowd as drum's and flute's began to play. Everyone around him began to dance wildly and he kept his eye's on Haruhi.
She sat beside her father, her head turned and watching the dancer's. Hikaru snuck around the bodygaurd's that surrounded the Fujiokas, and he tapped Haruhi on her shoulder. She turned and looked at him, her eye's growing wide as she came face to face with his mask.
They stared at each other for a long moment before he placed a finger on his lip's, making a shh sound. Haruhi gulped and eyed him curiously. Hikaru offered her his hand,"...would you like to dance?" He asked, his voice muffled by the porcelean mask. The bodygaurd's noticed his presence but Ryouji put a hand up, looking at them in amusement.
Haruhi's brown eye's studied his hand and hesitantly, she placed her hand in his.
He pulled her off her feet and led her down to the open street where everyone danced. They stood awkwardly for a few second's and then he began dancing calmly. She watched him in interest and curiousity. He clapped his hand's. the festiveness of the air in his lung's now. He motioned for her to dance but she shook her head.
He sighed and pulled at her hands, trying to get her to move. "...I can't dance...," she admitted in embarassment. He took her hand's and moved her with him as the music got louder. At first she followed his move's awkwardly untill she gradually let go of him and began following her own steps.
She wasn't very good. But she looked like she was having fun.
"...do you have a name?" she shouted over the music. He shook his head,"...I don't have a name."
She blinked,"...you don't?That's ridiculous. You're mother must have given you a name when you were born." Hikaru swallowed,"...my mother is dead." Haruhi blinked and looked down. A silence. "...My mom died when I was five," She told him. He sighed, he didn't want to talk to this girl. He didn't need her word's.
"...I'm sorry kid," he replied placidly. He twirled her around, the dress of her skirt swaying around her leg's. He smirked behind the mask, a shame she had to die, he could have enjoyed having her for a night or two.
Firework's exploded in the sky and the light filled her big eye's, reflecting the carnival.
Hikaru felt it grow hotter, their foreheads beaded in sweat. He hooked arm's with her and she smiled slightly as they were pushed closer together by the crowd. The drum's made the ground move, flute's making a steady harmony. Their bodies touched and their hand's entwined somehow. He looked down at her and her face was flushed, her eye's bright. He pulled a red poppy from the light pole and handed it to her. She smiled at it and placed it in her hair.
He would kill her now.
He wrapped his arm's around her, a blade hidden in his sleeve.
Then there was the shot and the scream.
Without thinking, he scooped up the girl in his arm's and ran through the pandemonium. "...My dad! My dad!" She shouted and he somehow heard her voice. "...he's going to be okay..," he didn't know why he was reassuring her. He ran to an empty field, the spring grass reaching his knee's. He set her down and kept close, feeling her heart beat loud.
"...what's going on?" She whispered and held on to his arm. He didn't answer her. Something was wrong. His blood rushed to his head and he clamped a hand over Haruhi's mouth, pulling her close. There were footstep's as a group of men dressed in black walked towards them. Haruhi's breathing quicked and she tensed, her skin perspired. The footstep's stopped and Hikaru let go of Haruhi, placing a finger to her lip's as he got up and pulled out his knife.
He stabbed a man in the back and kicked him down as he grunted. He kicked another in the jaw, slitting hius throat, blood bubbling from his skin. He walked viciously to another and kicked him to the ground and stepped on his ribcage untill there was a crack and a scream.
He hated it when things didn't go his way.
Another man kicked him from behind, catching him by suprise. He grit his teeth as the man kicked his stomach. He grabbed the man's leg and threw him down, punching him over and over in rage. He looked up only to see more men running at him. He sighed and took the gun from the waistband of one of the men and pointed it maticulously. He pulled the trigger and shot, a man collapsing lifelessly.
He shot again and was grabbed from behind. He grunted as the gun was taken from him. "...where's the girl?" They asked. He smirked, "...go fuck yourselves." He was received with a kick in the gut and a shot in the shoulder. He blinked as the bullet entered his body, his shoulder immediantly soaked in blood. He kicked the guy in the nose and broke it, the gun falling to the ground. He elbowed a guy in the rib's and grabbed the gun again poniting it at the men.
More footstep's came and he turned, gun in hand. It was Ryouji Fujioka. Haruhi ran from the grass and hugged her father in a fit of tear's. Hikaru let his arm's go limp and he dropped the gun, holding his shoulder. Ryouji met Hikaru's eye's as he held his daughter.
"...Please take my daughter home...," He told to no one specific. Haruhi was led away by her group of bodygaurd's. She stopped, turning and looking at him one last time before dissapearing. Ryouji stared at him hard. Hikaru's breathing was rough as he gripped his wounded shoulder. Ryouji stepped forward and removed the mask from his face.
He blinked a few time's before turning red, "...You...you! I could put you in jail! You're a theif! A no good lawbreaker!" He breathed steadily and sighed, leaving a silence.
"...but you saved my daughter."
Hikaru waited, his breathing light, his heart pounding loud. Ryouji sighed again,"...I won't aresst you on one condition..."
Hikaru met his gaze,"...and what would that be?" He choked.
Ryouji smiled,
"...I want you to be my daughter's bodygaurd."
Hikaru blinked,"...shit...," he breathed as he blacked out.
Yeah so Hikaru is working for a society that want's to bring revenge to the Fujioka's. He has to kidnap Haruhi but has obviously failed to do so. please comment and stuff! Tell me if you like it! And the next chapters will be longer! Thank you for reading!