Trigger warning for implied violence and assault. (Last paragraph)
"Keep Running!" He demands as we bound threw the trees together. I focus my vision forward so I dont trip but I want nothing more than to look at him. Shots hit the branches all around us as we duck around the opsticals of the forest. We have no plan, no options left besides running and hoping to live. A shot hits just under my foot and I fall forward. His arms wrap around me as another shot rips threw us both and we hit the ground. The ground is soft. My eyes are fixed on his face. His beautiful eyes stare out at nothing, silver hair sprawling lifless over us. The only thing I feel is the blood in my throat. A hand brushes his hair from my face. "Is she alive" a voice from the forest calls. Above me a man looks down at me, his blue hair dangling around his face, one golden hoop earring caught in his hair at an awful angle. "No" he says directly to my face before firing one shot in my face.
"Ma'am, we are starting to land" the pilot says waking me from my recurring nightmare. The descent of the helicopter, any flying machine really, always makes me nervous. It's not until the jolt of the landing that I feel that I can breath. One of the hotel staff runs up to the door opening it and helping me out. To avoid flashing anyone outside I just have to fall into the arms of the concierge. Gladly this guy is a professional and helps me down gracefully and quickly. Then takes my weight on his arm so I can get across the grass without my heel stabbing through the soft soil. Once on the solid pavement the helicopter takes off again.
"Welcome to Hanging Neck Island Mrs.Ravenswood. Here are your room keys."
"Thank you" I say as I take the room keys from him. He returns to his podium to wait for the next person to arrive and I walk to the hotel. It's horribly out of place a rectangular building that is a stain on this otherwise untouched land. Inside it's trying so hard to give the illusion of lugary; however just looking closely this place was built in a hurry. The gold is just a paint over whatever material was cheap and available. The lobby is apparently also the lounge; guests congregate around small tables socializing. At this moment; I am not in the mood. I came all the way from Eruope and jet lag is hitting me hard. The elevator doors are a reflective gold mirror. My reflection is haunting; my large sunglasses help hide my fading makeup. The helicopter has real damage to my unbound hair. Using my fingers I comb my golden locks into a low ponytail. Movement out of the corner of my eye stops me as I am reapplying my lipstick. A young man my age with long red hair is watching me. How long has he been there? Fuck I need coffee and a nap. Damn he is a nice with that tall lean body, bright green eyes contrasted by long red hair. Oh shit, how long have I been staring. The elevator doors open inside it's just the two of us.
"What floor?" he asks while his hand hover over the buttons.
"Oh" I fumble the key envelope in my hand 505 it reads, "Five. Thank you."
"My name is Kurama" His voice is soft and he is watching me through the reflection in the doors waiting for me to respond. He clearly has been in a battle today by the look of his clothes. He feels strong, but when he feels my energy brushing his he pulls in trying to keep me from estimating his strength.
"I'm Maryden, what team are you fighting for?"
"Team Urameshi, well this is my stop. It was nice meeting you Maryden. '' Team Urameshi, that's the team Father has been so interested in. However, that boy doesn't have the power to take him down.
At the fifth floor I can hear Father and Sakyo's voices behind the door, the moment I open it the voices stop. Sakyo watches me as I enter the room; right away I am afraid. I just stand in the middle of the room afraid to walk to him, knowing I can't run away. The two of them sit in the leather chairs, Sakyo poised like a king on a throne while my father barely fits. Father's tall frame does not complement the stout chair. Getting up, he braces himself to stand. Standing he makes even the penthouse ceiling seem low. I am sure he can reach up and touch it. A green tank top reveals his bulky dark muscles, his slim waist is clad tightly with his grey pants. He is such a contrast to Sakyo in his black Burberry suit. Walking over father stops at me, looking over his shoulder down at me.
"We will have lunch tomorrow" He says before leaving me alone with my husband. It's not until we can no longer hear Father's footsteps that Sakyo moves from his chair. Crossing the distance between us his expression is soft almost loving. Pulling me into an embrace he uses a hand on my chin to guide me into a salacious kiss. His hand runs through my hair grabbing it in his fist. Pulling my head back at a painful angle.
"You're so innocent sometimes. Did you really think that acquiring new assets and accounts under your name would help you? I thought you shared my vision for this world just like your Daddy." The way he says daddy makes my skin crawl. His free hand wanders over my body settling on my ass as he continues. "What would lead you to think you could have anything for yourself. Not that it matters you are mine. All that you are is mine. Your money, clothes, jewels, even your body belongs to me."