Hn, trying to write a supernatural fic right now, I hope it's not *too* sucks... g
Summary: New series of murder start in Tokyo,
on the same time when a girl with silver hair and amethyst eyes
appeared in town.
Standard disclaimer applied
Warnings: Muraki x Tsuzuki, OC, supernatural, dark, angst,
PG-13 to R (not really sure)
Special Thanks: Tiggy...!!! For beta effort *hugs*
Daughter of The Darkness
by Kaz
Prologue
She looked up to the red moon in the sky, smiling to herself as she did so. Clutching her long red coat tighter, she walked towards the darkness. Her eyes shone brightly as she felt the wind blowing her long silver tresses. She flicked her hair, noticing that she was stepping on something on the ground. She crouched to see a small seashell under her red shoe. Her fingers numbly grasped for the sand before amethyst eyes gazed upon the open sea before her.
The sea was so beautiful...
She remembered her childhood. It seemed like yesterday… She used to walk on this beach with her parents. There were happy times in her life such as the memory with her now. She could still hear the sea breeze that day. She could still feel the sun radiating all over her skin as she ran to the water followed by her beloved parents. She could hear her own laughter, feel her smile...
What a fool...
The shell in her hand was crushed to pieces as her eyes flickered with anger and hatred. Memory... She was such a fool to remember the past. The memory that never even existed. It was just a mind game. Her mind was playing with her common sense. She never had a family. She had never had fathers who cared for her, who loved her... They were just her imagination.
Funny... Those memories seemed so real...
Himeko...
She closed her eyes as she heard the call. This is reality. This person calling her now is her true creator. She was created from hatred, and not love... A love that never presented between her two parents...
Otousama... Otousan...
*~*~*~*
Part 1
As always, Tsuzuki Asato entered his office at EnMaCho just a bit later than the others. A bit, that is if the death glare from Tatsumi could be ignored. He had a huge sweatdrop on his head as he flopped into his seat beside his young partner, Hisoka, and started to get lectured by the secretary about the importance of coming right on time. The worst thing was that Tatsumi also inserted a speech about saving some budget for dessert and lunch.
"Wakatta yo, Tatsumi. But I had another strange dream last night and I couldn't make myself wake up on time..." the purple-eyed shinigami whined, while closing his ears all the way.
"Couldn't make yourself wake up. Nonsense, Tsuzuki san! This time for sure I'll cut your salary!" Tatsumi gave another glare, this time accompanied by a triumphant smile, pleased that he had finally found an excuse to save some money for the bureau.
"Hey, hey, Tatsumi..." Watari made a protective gesture towards Tsuzuki, "He did say that he understood..."
Tatsumi scowled, "Such words can't be accepted. And the excuse is so weak..."
Tsuzuki whimpered in protest. "But it's true! I had this dream about a little girl..."
Hisoka lifted one eyebrow, "Really? Let me guess. You and that little girl fought for sweets?" he said mockingly.
"No," Tsuzuki retorted almost immediately, slightly annoyed. "We were playing on a beach! Strange, though... she felt pretty familiar... and she called me otousan."
The room went silent after that. Tsuzuki could feel everybody in the room looking at him wide-eyed. Wakaba rushed to his side, her eyes going round, almost cartoonish. "What dream? Ne, ne, ne? Tell me, tell me..." She started to rant.
"Otousan?!" Watari leaned forward onto Tsuzuki's table, "So, are ya sayin' that you had a daughter?"
Hisoka's eyes widened a bit. "Quite interesting, Tsuzuki. Why don't you tell us about this... dream you had."
Tsuzuki hesitated, but then he saw Tatsumi start to make that scary pose in the background. "Well... yes, that girl called me otousan. But I don't know her, okay?!"
"What did she look like?" Wakaba mused; it seemed like she was very interested. "Maybe it was a premonition, Tsuzuki san!! Maybe you'll get married soon and have a daughter. Kawaaaiiii...!!"
Tsuzuki sweatdropped, "Iya, Wakaba chan… I don't remember what she looked like. I can only remember her calling me otousan. Anything after that just became blurred..."
The secretary made another death-glare beside Watari. "Such a creative story you supplied, Tsuzuki san. But your salary will still be cut!"
"Hidoooiiii...!!!" Puppy Tsuzuki cried on his table while Hisoka continued to read his book. Wakaba still mused about the dream as she walked to her own table. "Life isn't fair...!!!"
"Oh, Tsuzuki san, Kurosaki kun." Tatsumi turned to the pair, his face serious now. "Please come to the meeting room in thirty minutes. We'll be waiting for you there."
"Eh?" Tsuzuki turned to his partner, looking confused. "Is there any new case coming up, Hisoka?"
The youth shrugged. "I don't know, but Tatsumi did look rather strange this whole morning... Until you came in late and told us about that stupid dream." Hisoka rolled his eyes.
The purple-eyed shinigami whined. "It's not strange! It was kinda... beautiful, even." He didn't know why he said that, but he knew that it was true. He did feel something when he was in that dream. As if he was being possessed. But it wasn't something evil. The power that owned him as he ran on the beach that time felt so... natural for a human being. He wanted to feel that feeling, to have someone who considered him as family.
Otousan...
She called for him, and then she laughed while playing with the waves. She smiled and waved her hand from the water, laughing. Her long hair flew in the strong sea breeze. Tsuzuki smiled back to her, taking a step closer to his daughter.
Otousama...
And then someone wrapped arms around his body, pulling him closer to rest his head onto a broad chest. Tsuzuki leaned back into that someone and breathed deeply. Never in his life had he felt so safe, so cherished...
Otousan...! Otousama...!! Get in the water with me...!!
"Tsuzuki? Tsuzuki! Tsuzuki, oi!" A shake on his shoulder startled him and he turned to see Hisoka staring warily at him, his green eyes slightly widened. "Are you okay?! You don't look too well.." He muttered, "...Kachou wants to see us now."
Tsuzuki gasped in surprise, remembering the last memory of his dream. It felt so real... More than real... As if it was a real memory instead of a dream. As if he'd been through that and wasn't only sensing it in a dream. And that person with him...
He shook his head to toss those thoughts away as he started to stand up, "Gomen, Hisoka. Let's go."
~*~*~*
Muraki Kazutaka stared blankly at the ceiling of his room and blinked. It had been a while since he had a dream that wasn't a nightmare where he saw Saki die not by his hand. He had survived too many deaths in his life, but he still had to assure himself that he was alive. Sometimes he thought that he lived in a long dream, with nightmares as his company. But after that dream he just had...
A happy dream, something he could never understand could happen to a human like him.
He climbed down from his bed and reached for his glasses. Walking to the window, he stared outside his mansion. It had been almost three months since he escaped the big fire in the lab at Shion University and now he felt like a new man. Three months without murders. Saki's head was gone in that fire, having burned to ashes probably. But it was a good thing, he thought dimly. Maybe he could live a normal life afterwards? No... He had been through too many crimes for that... Why not continue? Maybe that could bring him back to his beloved shinigami?
Tsuzuki... The thought of the shinigami made him shiver for some reason he didn't quite understand. There were attractions between them, he realized. Since the moment he saw those beautifully enchanting amethyst eyes, drowned in their sincere depth, hiding the true power he kept inside.
My beloved... The descendant of the darkness... I guess that was part of the reason why we were so perfect for each other...
The phone rang from the other side of the room, startling him. Muraki picked it up and was surprised to know who it was across the line. "Ukyou?" he called; a thin smile crossed his lips. "This afternoon? Certainly, I'll accompany you..."
He hung up and sighed heavily. If he had to start a new life after his death, then it would be with Ukyou. Such a precious fiancée she was. Smart and beautiful... Everything he wanted in a wife, to build a family that was once shattered by a man called Shidou Saki. Maybe one day he would have his own son with Ukyou, or a daughter...
A daughter...
Otousama...
He heard that faint call again inside his head. Since when did he start having illusions? Shaking his head, he went to the bathroom.
~*~*~*
"Tokyo?" Tsuzuki went wide-eyed as he heard the explanation for the new case.
"Yes, Tsuzuki san. Apparently there have been some murders in Tokyo and we need you and Kurosaki kun to investigate together." Tatsumi tipped his glasses and pushed the remote control of the monitor in front of them. "All of the victims, men and women, are being choked by something unidentified, possibly a thin rope or so the local police had thought. But we believe that it was hair."
"Hair?" Hisoka's eyebrow lifted. "No hair is strong enough to strangle people..."
Tatsumi drew out a plastic sample case; inside there was a strand of long hair. Tsuzuki gasped as he saw the hair color. It was silver. And the only man with silver hair he knew was...
"...Muraki?!"
Konoe kachou shook his head with slight doubt. "We're not so sure about that. It could've been someone else..."
"But you wouldn't assign me if it weren't suspected to be Muraki, right, Tatsumi?" Tsuzuki said vaguely, his eyes meeting the secretary's. He saw a glint of remorse in the deep blue.
"The DNA test proved that the hair was seventy percent matched with Muraki's DNA that we got from the Kyoto case, but only seventy percent; that means there's thirty percent doubt that this person might not be Muraki. Meanwhile, Watari is running some more specific test right now. The result will be out in about twenty four hours..."
"It's okay, I'll take the case." Hisoka gritted his teeth, fists clenched. Tsuzuki knew that the boy's desire for revenge was back to haunt him again. Not a good sign at all...
The truth was Tsuzuki didn't want to go; he didn't want to see that man again. But still, he at least had to be there to protect Hisoka. Right, this is for Hisoka and not himself.
"I'll go too." Tsuzuki nodded to Tatsumi and then towards his younger partner. "Let's go, Hisoka."
The green-eyed boy nodded, giving him a somewhat thankful smile. Tsuzuki was glad to see those eyes had their light back. If the murders were caused by Muraki, he swore that he would kill him for sure now. He won't let him get away. He wouldn't let anyone die in front of him anymore...
Just you wait, Muraki…
~*~*~*
She smiled triumphantly over the mirror before turning to see her 'creator' looking back at her from behind the mask he'd been wearing. A faint smile crossed her lips as she spoke, "They are coming to Tokyo. Just as you predicted."
"Yes..." The man with the mask stepped closer to the young girl and caressed her cheek lovingly, "...well done, my princess, Himeko..."
"I didn't do this for you, you know that..." Himeko said coldly, "You know what 'that girl' wants; I only give her what she wished for." She flicked her long silvery hair and walked towards the big open door. "Such a foolish wish if I may add... To see her parents again. She knew exactly that they didn't love her. They didn't even know of her existence in this world. She's just deluding herself with those dreams she created..."
"But it's your dream too, isn't it, Himeko chan?" The man chuckled lightly and received a glare from the young teenage girl. Amethyst eyes burned with anger as he said the words.
"Don't ever think of me as her. I'm not her! I don't care about those dreams she had! Never!" Her moves were as fast as the wind as she suddenly stood beside the masked figure and grasped him by the collar.
"Don't ever talk like that to me again, Saki!"
"Very well..." The man said, gently removing her hand from his collar and kissing her fingers. The girl's eyes went wide before she could only see darkness before her and her body crumpled to the cold dungeon floor.
"Have a nice sleep now, my precious little princess... Or should I say, the princess of the darkness." He whispered thickly to the sleeping figure.
"Because you indeed inherited the blood of demons from your two fathers..." Laughter echoed in that dark little dungeon. He knelt to the floor, gathered the girl's body in his arms before taking her to the bed in the corner of the room. Silently he watched as the girl's eyes moved behind the lids, dreaming.
"My revenge has just begun, Kazutaka..." He whispered, "...now that I have someone precious for you to trade with your life... Your little daughter from hell..."
-tbc-
omake: I'm using the preference for Himeko from Teno Hikari's Muraki Ruka, yanno? silver hair, violet eyes. Well, everybody would agree that's how she would appear to be... right? right...
Kaz (kazutaka@otakumail.com)