Obligatory Disclaimer : Don't own Khr or anything with copyright.
Warnings: Rated M for a reason, don't ignore that. Gore, Profanity, worrisome triggers, suggestive themes, angst, violence, mentions of child abuse/ human trafficking.
Mafia world is not only about rainbows afterall, I say these now because this is important, extremely so, readers should be aware of what they are getting themselves into, the plot is like an indistinguishable pallette of various dark shades, the whole canavas might turn out smudged here and there in the end, I'm no Picasso, you know, so brace yourself with these in mind.
Author's note: This story is canon compliant majorly with minor canon divergence. You'll know where if you watched the anime, I haven't read the manga so please keep that in mind throughout the story while reading. I tend to update sporadically, no schedule. So even if I don't update for long periods don't assume it's dead. I'll put up a hiatus or notice if it's discontinued. I read every review and will respond if it calls for. Only Constuctive Criticism is appreciated. I would ask of you to be open minded rather than a narrow one. Now on to the story, I really hope you all enjoy reading.
"what is depression like?" he whispered.
"It's like drowning, except you can see everyone around you breathing".
11th November, 20xx
19:37, Friday.
The November wind was bringing sounds of winter as it blew around the hollow ridge. It would be truly unfortunate to be up and around the station during such weather. One such unfortunate women's soul complained at her current predicament.
' "che" should have given it a rest, now how do I get out of here ?' she skimmed blindly for any reliable crevix with her foot and fingers, proding around to test their durability. 'man, I feel like spiderman-
...with the exception of his stickiness of course, though I could really have some help with that here'.
The young woman drew in a sharp shaky breath. She can't decide if its the thrill or adrenaline that's making her pulse race, breathing feeling laboured and the black spots that are blinding her already disturbing vision--'that's blood loss...shit' her footing slipped at the sight of the huge gash splayed across the lenght of her abdomen, she frantically fumbeled around to get her footing right but the lack of light only made it more difficult, her sore fingers had long gone numb and the loss of balance have started to strain them more now.
Her nose scrunched up as it was assaulted with a mishmash of smell consisting of rotten fish, plants, and various forms of human garbage. Her heart leapt to her throat as she glanced down again, wild, crashing waves slapping the stone walls harshly enough to splash thick globs of cold waters in their wake. It was a hundred-foot drop.
Suddenly the hard surface under her slim digits strained, then a resounding crack sounded followed by a starteled screech.
And she was falling.
'shitShiTSHItGOdDamMiT!' she flailed around mid-air fruitlessly to get ahold of something, anYThiNG, but the gravity was already calling for her urgently so with a thundering splash she met the water.
'COld!-' her thoughts were lost on her as the current tossed and tumbled her around like a rag doll.
The sharp edged rocks beneath the dark murky waters cut through her as if her skin's made up of ricepaper, it's jagged ends lodged themselves between her bones with a wet squelch, scraping the surface and back with a mighty push from the current, leaving behind thick loose folds of skin.
'Its no use' she thought somewhat hysterically, she already used up her meager amount of energy up there for who knows how long imitating a non-super spiderman and though not that deep, the river was still known for its strong current, sharp yet slippery rocks and their hazard prone slopes. Oh gods, why was she there again?
A heavy sigh reverberated through the stripped bare four walls of a small yet quaint single room apartment.
It was dark save for the soft afternoon light littering through the blinders. Several labelled boxes were haphazardly filed and stacked high at one corner. The single bed was stripped of its sheets with a bundle of clothes sat neatly folded atop it, the only untucked set.
She wasn't going to miss this place, not much anyways.
Dark eyes strayed towards the window as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ears then at her phones clock.
Four hours before her move.
She glanced down as she fiddled with the sleeves of her hoodie. Her pants were clean save for a rip here and there with darkened patches in the dark blue cloth.
It will do, they were comfy enough. She put on her headphones as she turned the music on her phone, her favourite play list came to life around her ears, she decided to forgo her baseball cap for today. She then tucked some bills in her pants pocket along with her phone, then made her way to the door with keys twirling around her fingers.
It was a normal, simple evening.
The kind perfect for some creamy frozen goods.
•••
A clear plastic with a mishmash of junks hanged on her idly swinging right hand while the other pulled the mint popsicle out her pursed lips with a small pop as she walked through the sidewalk.
Dark eyes stayed vigilante even as she strode ahead with a carless air. Soon, she thought, soon she would be away from all of this, her resting bitch facade relaxed at the thought.
A whimper caused her steps to stutter, she eyed her surrounding disinterestingly but then a whine caused her next step to pause a bit.
She kept walking.
The call for help though slowed her walk, not that she would for someone at her neighbourhood, she wasn't stupid.
But the voice was young, like child young.
It was idiotic, she would be moving in a few, she didn't have time for this.
With an aggrieved sigh she changed her course as the voice elevated in urgency.
•••
Seriously!? she thought incredulously as she reluctantly listened to the tearfull babbles of the little girl.
-please! Whiskers is just a kitten! she would die if she doesn't spit the poisoned rat! A-and I can't go there! Mama would be very angry a-and its-hic- too dark! please miss! i-
"Damn the cat, Damned her bleeding heart' she thought with a huff through her nose as she fell through the ravine.
Down and down she went.
It still didn't stop her from scrambling through her mind for using up the 500rupees she spent on swimming lessons each month.
'Air! I need air!' was her panicked thought as her lungs threatened to burn even as she clamped her lips shut to contain the meager amount of oxygen she had.
She blinked her eyes rapidly as they stung, glancing around to find anything to hold on even as her body swayed around with the rushing currents.
Her hands stung as they scraped sharp edges of rocks and broken branches, as she tried to hold onto something for some grounding. She almost gasped out loud as white spots danced around the edges of her vision from pain when her shoulder nearly dislocated by the sudden strain on them when she finnally, finnally got hold of something sturdy to ground her battered form. She took a moment to rest then yanked herself towards the surface. Heaving loud gasps of -freshFRESH- air before a wave lurched and she was under again.
'Shit!' she thought as her grasp loosened from the force of the water, and she sank again, unable to keep afloat as her body started getting cold, heat seeping out of her pores to the water and away from her.
Cursing more than ever as the adrenaline started to completely hinder her ability to think as she her body panicked and started thrashing around wildly, wasting precious energy by tiring her muscle out by hysterical thrashing. Her chest burned, so did the muscles and numerous wounds. Her body slowed down from their frenzy as she completely burned out, feeling too heavy to even move.
She was going to die. Heavens, she really was going to die.
She no longer had firm hold on her breath after her lungs started burning uncontrollably, then choked on the brutal onslaught of water through her nose, ears and down her throat, hacking from the pressure in her chest. She flapped her limbs around weakly, fingers clawing at the heavy water but where could she go? -water, water, up and down, right and left- It was inky cool everywhere, she could't go anywhere -she was going to die- I don't want to die like this, this isn't how I wanted to die! It can't end like this! Move! Fucking move already! So weak...Pathetic.
Her vision grew hazy as black began to stain their edges and she felt lightheaded while the wounds lessened from a burning sting to a disturbing numbness but she couldn't find in herself to care about those right now as she struggled to keep her heavy eyelids open-
'Drowning is a peaceful way to die, what an absolute load of shite'.
-were her last thoughts before even her inner voice failed her.
"You never expect to be the one in an accident one day" she remembered someone telling her that. "It just happens."
Just like that, all the pain disappeared. She was cold no...numb. Her nerves had frayed, she could't feel anything. Her body started to float comfortably towards the surface even as swarms of small fishes obscured her path.
She was nothing more than a lifeless suspended corspe. A far cry from the wiggling lump that declared war on the murky water from the moment it embraced her unwilling self.
Then the world grew dark.
Death by drowning : Postmortem report of Lilliana Bones.
Post-mortem examination, conducted at Forensic Medicine department at St. Maria Medical College-Hospital.
Full Name: Lilliana Jean Bones.
Sex: Female, Age: 23
Time of death: 19:48
Dob: 11/07/1996
Dod: 11/11/2019
Weight: 119.05 pounds
Pathologist: Dr. Carl Adams.
Diagnosis: Large amount of froth present around nostrils and mouth, upper and lower airways, Ventricular failure, Higher lung weight after cardio arrest reflex, Inflated lungs, Marbled surface in lungs with dark red areas linked with collapsed alveoli, Hemorrhage, Pale-wrinkled and sodden skin, Prominent blue veins.
Cause of death: Submersion in liquid, hypoxemia and irreversible cerebral anoxia.
So short... worry not the chapters would be longer.
I'm Not a medical student, I only researched the causes and symptoms a bit, so the report may not make any sense to those who are.
And yes, the currency was written that way intentionally.