Okay, this fic is weird. I got the idea after watching "From Hell" (ok, only 5 minutes of it) and some documentary on the Jack the Ripper case (also a marathon of slasher movies), and went straight away to write this.
Insert standard disclaimer here Also, this is all absed in the same time of the Jack the Ripper murders.
WARNING: IT'S YAOI SO, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED ALREADY! SO IF YOU DARE FLAME ME ABOUT THE CONTENT OR IF ANY OF THE CHARACTERS' PERSONAL LIFE, IT'S AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE! ALSO, YOU WILL BE POINTED AND LAUGHED AT IN THE NEXT CHAPTER! AND I'LL GIVE THE FLAMES TO MY PRYOMANIAC BROTHER! THAT IS ALL.
As for the people who would enjoy a horror/romance/angst fic, this chapter has blood and guts with detail, you have been warned. Well read on.
Chapter 1: Street Life
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A red-head boy stood at the curb of 32nd and 33rd Streets. His light maraschino cherry coat was worn thin and his white undershirt was damp from sweat and whatever else got on there. His tattered leather paperboy hat couldn't keep his red tresses under control. The air was chilly and it felt like the dead of winter. The wind picked up bits of papers, some wrappers and a few whispers of people as they walked by. The boy was waiting……for what? Why, for customers, for payments, for his pocket to have some coins in it. His job was a dirty one, a vile one, but he had no other choice. Who would want a reincarnated thief to be their employee? Not anyone. He was alone. Save for his mother, the only person he really cared about. A few carriages passed, a meek boy with a bundle of laundry scurried by, and a rat nibbled on some crusty bread.
The red-head boy sighed and flicked the butt of a cigarette he'd been chewing into the gutter. It was too early for such jobs to come by. He stepped quietly down the walk, carefully. A ray of firelight exploded from a door, several men fell on top of each other, drunk and bloody. His emerald eyes narrowed as he watched them struggle to rise.
"And stay out!" barked the owner (who was once a judge in some underground fighting ring, Juri was her name he thought), slamming the door, extinguishing the ray of light. Scoffing, the boy stepped over them, and continued on his way. One familiar female drunk hooted after him; the red-head simply lifted his gloved hand, extended his middle finger and continued on his way. He knew she wouldn't remember.
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On 34th Street, a demon walked hastily. His raven spiked hair was tossed about, and the white starburst of hair kept getting in his ruby eyes' vision. He didn't mind the cold, but the wind was about the third most annoying thing in the world to him. He stopped to let a carriage pass before crossing the street. He tightened his grip on the old white scarf around his neck and tried to keep his black cloak from fluttering about. His bandana was dangerously close to slipping off his head on to his eyes.
Like the red-head, his job was a dirty one, a vile one. One of the several things that make this world disgusted at itself. He never met the red-head, or the red-head him. But their lives are intertwined in the fabric religious scholars called "destiny". Fate, your future, your end. Sometimes one wonders if free-will was real. The raven-haired man continued on his way, knowing his job had to be done.
A scream echoed, followed by a gurgle and a loud thud. A blue-haired girl fell, bloody and undoubtedly dead. A dark figure stood over the dead girl; his coat streaked with the woman's blood and bits of burnt flesh clung to the toes of his shoes. He wiped it off with a white cloth and walked down the alley. While another man passed, the woman's blood gushed into the alley.
The raven-haired man just looked on, and kept on walking. He was unaware that a red-head boy who heard the scream saw him walking on the other side of the alley.
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The red-head boy looked down the alley, curious of where the scream resonated. There, in the fog and dark, lay a blue-haired woman of his age, her chest blown open, insides gushing out and a large puddle of boiling blood hissed and popped beside her frozen face. Dead, blown up. Like a bomb was planted deep inside her heart and exploded in an instant. The red-head's green eyes twitched, his mouth ajar and making a sound of disbelief. It was the death-bringer herself, killed on the spot. The grim reaper, dead! The red-head backed up, almost tripping on a fleeing cat.
"B-botan!" he yelled. He turned about, looking for a source of help, anyone. His eyes rested on the distant spiked-haired man who he saw walk away from the crime scene earlier. Was he the one to kill death herself? The red-head boy took off running, only one person he knew was close enough to reach. A friend of both
him and Botan. Hopefully, he was just getting off work.
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A mere block away, a slick-haired boy whistled down the street, kicking a soup can. He just got off working as a bartender at the local tavern when he saw a familiar red-head come huffing into view. The boy's face cracked into a smile as he attempted to greet his friend. "Kurama! Over-"
"Botan's been murdered!" Kurama gasped, catching his breath. The boy's smile faded as the news sunk into his hard head. "No way! Maybe she's still alive!"
"Usually when people's insides are outside, it means their dead, Yusuke," said Kurama, taking the boy's hand and running down the way he came. Yusuke followed, almost tripping over his feet. They reached the alley in seconds, due to their amazing speed. The girl was paler than before and the blood pooling about was being lapped up by a stray dog while another gnawed on contents that were once inside the ribcage. The boys kicked at the dogs, making them snarl and take off with pieces of the once bubbly, living Botan.
Yusuke fell to his knees in the lukewarm puddle, tears welling in his eyes as a rat crawled through the hole in his friend's chest. Kurama squashed the rat under his foot, causing more blood and guts to ooze out. The boys stared at their dearly departed friend until the smell started to seep into their clothes. The chocolate-eyed boy stood, wiping face with the back of his sleeve.
"I'm gonna kill whoever did this," he murmured. Kurama put a hand on his shoulder, "We should tell the authorities before more of those strays decide to feast."
They left the dead girl and went to the nearest officer, saying all they could about her murder.
By morning, the mess was cleaned, but the bloodstains on Yusuke's pants would never wash away….
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The coroner was a rich man, a man who shouldn't be doing this kind of job but loved his work. He much preferred the dead over the living. Save for his love, a smart-talking middle-class girl with a smoking habit and a headstrong younger brother who had a gang in the downtown region. He loved her, but made her keep her distance, just in case his gambling problem might affect her life.
A new body came in, this one of a girl he seen his love around with several times. She would be sad to hear her friend's body had taken inhabitance of a metal box in the basement of her lover's abode. Shizuru would be very sad.
Sakyoo finished the report on a previous body (the poor man named Toguro sold his soul to demons and used over 150% of his power, killing him) so he was free to explore the death-bringer's body.
According to eye witnesses, they found her with her chest exploded and guts spewed everywhere. Her ribcage seem to be cut in a perfect hole, burned and scraped from all insides that made home their from the bottom of her neck to the end of the sternum, but the sides of her ribs were left cut as if they were butter. The skin that had lay across that area was severely burnt and fluttered into ashes at the touch. The blood, according to a witness, boiled in a puddle beside her, like it was heated. That explained the blistering on her arms and shoulders, where it seemed to pool around. It was as if the areas were introduced to scalding hot water.
Sakyoo tied up Botan's chest with some stitches as he finished his observations. He scribbled in his notepad and completed his report. Interesting case. The cause of death was a quick, but extraordinarily neat, blow to the chest with some sort of spirit fire or bomb.
He loved his job.
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"No! N-" a faint thump and some guttural gurgle sounds told the raven-haired demon the man wasn't getting up. The raven-haired demon smiled viciously. His job was done. It was a long night, and his sister might get worried if he didn't get home before the time she woke up. His innocent sister didn't know what her brother did. He never wanted her to.
Now, to get this blood off his clothes…
To be continued…………
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How'd y'all like it? Gory, I know, disgusting, I know.
Random Fan: You killed Kenny! Err….I mean Botan!
I know, I know, but some girl had to die that knew Kurama. I would have used Maya, Suuichi's friend, only shown in the manga. But then no one would know what the hell I'm talking about! I'm trying to use ONLY Yuyu characters, no originals, not even as extras! Those drunks were Atsuko, Yusuke's mom, and her drunken buddies. As shown in the anime. Muwhahaha! Oh well, Botan's dead. That's that. Oh, and the Sakyoo thing is true, he likes to dissect things *snigger*. Also, I'm trying to stick to the Jack the Ripper stuff, but it's hard! Also, I have a little memorial thing at the end, and some info on actual victims. Also, the victims were prostitutes. My story is gonna basically be anyone. People in YYH, who are known. So, this will make people cry because I'm going to try and choose well-liked characters, like poor Botan up there.
As always, review will ya? Flames, as said before, will be given to my pryo-bro and the flamer will be pointed and laughed at by the author and likers of this fic.
Jack the Ripper: Victim 1 (most information attained at this site: )
Born Mary Ann Walker on August 26, 1845 in Shoe Lane off Fleet Street. At the time of her death (August 31, 1888) the East London Observer guessed her age at 30-35. At the inquest her father said "she was nearly 44 years of age, but it must be owned that she looked ten years younger." She died Mary Anne Nichols.
WARNING-Graphic Details
There was a bruise running along the lower part of the jaw on the right side of the face. That might have been caused by a blow from a fist or pressure from a thumb. There was a circular bruise on the left side of the face which also might have been inflicted by the pressure of the fingers. On the left side of the neck, about 1 in. below the jaw, there was an incision about 4 in. in length, and ran from a point immediately below the ear. On the same side, but an inch below, and commencing about 1 in. in front of it, was a circular incision, which terminated at a point about 3 in. below the right jaw. That incision completely severed all the tissues down to the vertebrae. The large vessels of the neck on both sides were severed. The incision was about 8 in. in length. the cuts must have been caused by a long-bladed knife, moderately sharp, and used with great violence. No blood was found on the breast, either of the body or the clothes. There were no injuries about the body until just about the lower part of the abdomen. Two or three inches from the left side was a wound running in a jagged manner. The wound was a very deep one, and the tissues were cut through. There were several incisions running across the abdomen. There were three or four similar cuts running downwards, on the right side, all of which had been caused by a knife which had been used violently and downwards. the injuries were form left to right and might have been done by a left handed person. All the injuries had been caused by the same instrument.- Observations of Dr. Rees Ralph LLewellyn interrupted by The Times
May she rest in peace.