I own everything so far, except for that creepy pimp in the end... Actually I do own him
Is the d word in d___ to hell a bad word?
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His mother was a sobbing lump on the dining table. His father's eyes darted to and from his family and his mug of bear. He mumbled curses for his daughter. But he just stared out into space with a solemn expression, undoubtedly euphoric under his usual façade. His father stood up and his mug and drink separated in the air and crashed into the wall.
"I'll make sure no one finds out about this." He stomped out leaving the other two clueless.
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"Farfalla! Hurry, this way!" Mikurin urged the lagging old woman on. Farfalla had been getting more and more fatigued each day and there were even more men chasing after them each day. She finally reached the corner that the girl was crouching in. They were always being chased by the mafiaso after Farfalla's bounty.
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Eventually she fell to the floor. Farfalla's image fizzed and faltered, until there was a new, bleeding and sickly Farfalla. I never pictured anything like this in my mind, I never considered how hard it would be for an old woman to sleep and live in the winter streets of Italy. She had covered up her condition with illusions. She was dying and I knew it, but I wasn't going to let her die by the mafia sent by Father.
"Farfalla! No, come this way! Run!!" I cried out in desperation. I could hear their rushed footsteps in the snow.
"No, I've got this; you'll be alright…" she murmured and hugged her.
Just as they came into view over Farfalla's shoulders, I was whisked away to breezy skies and blue seas by the last of Farfalla's dying will. The tears that Farfalla forbid me to cry fell instantly as I noticed my new surroundings. Farfalla sat down on a steeping black rock and patted the space beside her for me to take a seat.
"Now, no crying; it's annoying to other people. We were both expecting this, I don't have much to tell you anymore; I've taught you everything I know." She spoke these words almost as if she weren't going to die.
I just nodded to her words; I knew I'd start sobbing if I said anything.
"However, you have to promise to do some errands for me after I leave." her world of calm waters and blue skies started to flicker like a candle light from her faltering power. "First of all, promise me you won't get captured, that you will protect the ones dear to you, that you'll find yourself another teacher and further your learning, and most importantly, make sure to find yourself some new family; you won't survive without them. This is the last of my dying will." Farfalla listed her best wishes like ingredients to making good pie.
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No matter how much she wanted to scream out and deny her death, she kept her mouth shut and tried to memorize everything she was seeing, hearing and feeling at the moment. The old woman squished something into her hand, and realizing it was a necklace, she put it on with unneeded haste without even inspecting it much. Finally, the illusion was replaced by black. "I'm sorry, this will be my last gift to you" she whispered and put her hand to my forehead.
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It was a strange feeling, her hand… or my forehead was glowing with some kind of warmth radiating from it. I watched with glassy eyes… her blowing away into the darkness like powder. It was weird; I wasn't sad or happy. She was giving me a present right…? It was some kind of… something… that I might be able to figure out when I wake up…
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Her body wasn't there. I imagined her lifeless form being dragged over to my dad; I was alone and she hadn't given me instructions on what to do next. I found her belongings that she hid with me while she was being captured. I walked further into the empty, dawning streets and broke into a run as I heard crashing and screaming.
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"We've found her." Two shady figures approached another man in the dark.
"Yes, show them to me." requested the man.
Her body was dragged from behind them and the two men shoved her down to their "leader's" feet without much respect.
"There's only one! I cannot pay you with only her. She is a useless old woman! I want the other one's cold, dead body lying at my feet by next week! I cannot and will not pay you in full if the conditions are not met!!" an answer which got two cold guns pushed against either side of his forehead; old man, Kurozuki's head.
"We will bring it to you, but if our monetary conditions are not met by that time we will take everything you own, including your life, to compensate for your fee." were said in sharply whispered Italian and the two continued on with the body in tow and left Mikurin's father alone and wondering about where he will get over a million Euros if Mikurin was to be found my them.
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CRASH
and another mug of his drink made a fresh new blotch of whisky over the first one he had made.
His wife now said without any lingering grief in her voice, "That is the second time this month. It's getting to be quite-"
"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH MONEY I HAVE TO GIVE THEM BY THE END OF NEXT WEEK!!? WHERE THE HELL DO YOU THINK WE'LL GET THAT MONEY FROM YOU WITCH!!. Do you REALIZE what I am trying to do for you!?" he accused her as if trying to prove that he wasn't the one to pass down the bloodline to their children.
He glares at Hontaru as his wife leaves the room with haste, believing that she is the one. But in truth, none of them knew.
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"You damned mutt, git the hell outta here!! Y'll be finded dead in the trash if I's ever seein' you 'gain" screamed the bar owner. Realizing it was only an angry bar owner and a trash-digging dog she walked over to where he had kicked the pup to.
"I'm hungry enough to eat you, but I think I'd rather keep you for warmth." She grabbed the pup carelessly by the nape of its neck and slumped over to find a place to sleep, not really caring to hide herself from anyone anymore.
I guess we're a bit like each other; wanted dead.
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"Good evening sir, I hear that you're in a tight situation with your 'fee' due in short time" said a sly voice. Mikurin's Father regarded the approaching man, "Who are you and what do you want."
"I think I have a deal that might interest you" his lips pulled back into a maniac's grin at the thought of having such a rare and interesting new test subject.
yay. 250+ hits... reviews anyone?
and my updates will probably be 2-4 chapters (in the weekends) and 800-1100 words.
cuz it seems like everyone's busy during the weekdays (and of course it'll exhaust my supply of uhh words?)
and by now, you all probably know what's gonna happen next... XD
Cheers to the start of another set of week-days! Unless you're having Thanksgiving holiday...lucky bums.
