Happy Birthday to me…happy birthday to me…..Oct 5, my b-day, and I'm trying to update for you! Unfortunately, I didn't succeed in doing so…..
Oh well. Just to tell you, out-of-character characters are expected, okay? At least the extras…….
I'm starting this new thing called "kamikaze ratings". Even though kamikaze means "divine wind" people thinks it has to do with suicide. So, I rate each of my chappies with "kamikaze ratings". On a scale of 0-10. ((Due to religion and stuff, I'm not saying "my god" I say "my Gabriel". My friend worships the young version of Peter Gabriel, a solo singer/Genesis lead singer. Tis pretty catchy ^^))
0-MY GABRIEL THIS IS THE MOST FANTASTICLY WRITTEN PIECE OF LITERATURE SINCE…….NEVER!
1- MY GABRIEL THIS IS THE MOST FANTASTIC FIC WRITTEN SINCE THE DAWN OF FIC-DOM!
2-MY GABRIEL THIS IS THE BEST FIC WRITTEN IN THE PAST DECADE!
3-My Gabriel, this fic is damn good!
4-Dear Gabriel, this is the best fic I read today.
5-I swear to Gabriel that I am totally neutral of this fic.
6-I'm spying that knife on my desk……
7-I'm thinking about that knife…..
8-My hand plays with the knife….
9-I'm sliding the blade across my wrist…
10- *thud* HI GABRIEL!
Hehe. I like this scale ^^. Something along the lines of that. This chappie's kamikaze rating is: 2. DUNDUNDUN!
Chapter 3: Day 2&3
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By the time Kurama got home, Hiei was asleep. The covers were strewn awkwardly, the demon's leg falling off the edge of the bed. Kurama sighed and straightened the blankets and put Hiei's leg back in. Why did the ferocious fire demon look so much like an innocent child when he sleeps? The fox smiled and checked his temperature. It was cooler than before, but still hot. The cloth had fallen off and lay limp next to his face, steaming from the body heat. His breath was still ragged and hoarse. The bowl of ramen was drained, leaving it clean enough to eat off of.
"Well, thankfully you ate something….."
He tossed his jacket on to his chair and opened his closet. He pulled another jacket, one less bloody, and pulled it on. Snatching a lighter, he lit the nearest lantern, so there could be some light if Hiei decides to get up. The fox walked out the door, closing it softly behind him. He had to go out for another job search. Unfortunately, one had just passed his doorway.
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Itsuki stood in front the home of the red-headed beauty. The word of down town was that this beauty was a fiery one and did what he was told. The dimension demon* smiled slyly and waited. In no time, the red-head appeared, locking the door and coming down the steps. He spotted Itsuki, but passed him as if he was a pedestrian.
How dare him.
The demon grabbed him roughly by the arm. He heard a sharp intake of breath, and a quick counter-movement. Not quick enough. Itsuki had him pinned to the wall, breathing down his neck.
"Good evening, my dear," he said softly, his blue hair veiling his features. Kurama didn't look scared, but annoyingly calm and collected, face neutral. "I heard you were fairly good……."
"Depends on who you heard it from," the red-head wonder said dryly.
"Hm……I'll pay you treble the amount of double of what you normally ask for."
Kurama eyed the demon, he seemed decent enough. He shrugged, "Alright. Now…I doubt you would like it out in the open, shall we go somewhere a little bit secretive?"
Itsuki chucked Kurama on the chin and said sweetly, "How about that darling house of yours? I know your dear mother is out, and the house is more or less empty."
The fox considered the location. It was secluded, his mother wasn't going to be home in awhile, the place was soundproof to other homes, and it was empty.
Wait, Hiei was there. Kurama cursed in his mind. Maybe Hiei was a fairly heavy sleeper? What the man was going to pay was certainly a large sum of money, enough to pay off two weeks rent and three days' rations. How could he refuse?
"Fine, come right in," he said leading the way in. Itsuki came up quietly and waited patiently as the fox undid the locks and let him in. Leading him up the stairs, the red-head seemed irresistible. The demon reached the top of the stairs and slammed Kurama into the wall, covering him with kisses.
"Not…..here!" the red-head hissed, pushing him away roughly. "I have a guest! We are going into the guest room, alright?" The fox started to walk to the next bedroom, Itsuki's hand tightly grasped. "A guest? Don't you mean customer?" he said hotly. Kurama glared straight ahead, trying not to say anything.
"Ah, so she….or should I say he, is a customer? And he gets your room? I feel betrayed!" the demon whined, pouting. Kurama hissed, "He was here first, and he is not my customer."
Itsuki shut up and was led into a red-themed room, where Kurama started to remove his clothing.
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Hiei woke to a thud against the wall; he blinked lazily, and yawned. The brief moment of amnesia when one first wakes up was utter bliss, till the dire truth crashed upon his chest. His chest pained him even more now. The fire demon let out a raspy breath. He heard Kurama's hushed voice and another own reply. Who was that?
A few minutes later, a door was closed the squeak of bedsprings creaked. Hiei didn't wish to hear it, but a little later soft moans and recurring encouragements were heard through the thin walls.
Hiei frowned, disgusted. Not that this was any better than his job, but disgusting nonetheless. A muffled yelp and the creak of bedsprings made him want to puke.
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Itsuki smiled as he closed the door to the red-head's home and started walking down the street. The fox was even better than people say he was. His muscles ached and sweat still was damp in his hair.
Normally, he wouldn't sleep with a night seducer, but his Sensui insisted they should see different people. The demon didn't want to upset his love, but still longed for the human's embrace. He sighed and turned into an alley.
His body wasn't found till the following Monday.
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The next day, he noted Kurama had bruised wrists and raw skin about his neck. The fire demon kept his mouth shut; even refusing to eat for fear that words of disgust might spill out.
The fox looked slightly sullen, and kept itching his the back of his neck. "Come on Hiei. Eat some food and you'll get better quicker!"
Hiei laid motionless, face to the wall.
"What's with the cold shoulder?" he didn't need to ask. Kurama had an ache in his mind that he knew exactly the reason for the treatment.
"I guess you heard then."
"Hn."
"You are very monosyllabic in the morning, have you noticed that?"
"Ch'."
"My point is proven."
"I can't believe you sink that low for some pocket change."
"Same for you, Hiei. I'm just for the job that involves the other side of the coin."
"Yes, I slice the heads while you screw the tails."
"That's not funny."
"Hn."
"If you want to leave, I won't stop you."
"Not directly."
"You are very sour today."
"And you're not so sweet yourself."
"I made enough money to support myself for several weeks. And I didn't have to bloody myself."
"You got bruised and scarred instead."
"Hn."
"Now who's monosyllabic?"
"Still not funny."
"I'm surprised you can sit."
"I'm surprised you can talk, that poison should have paralyzed your head first, then the rest of you."
"I have no feeling in my face, if you sliced my nose off I couldn't feel it."
"Good idea, I should try it."
"Hn."
Kurama huffed, and put down the bowl of ramen. There was no use in arguing with the demon, he was to hot-headed. No pun intended. The fox thought for a second and smiled for a second.
Hiei had to eat something. And those rice cakes weren't going to get from the spoon to Hiei's mouth. He took a dainty bite of a rice cake and tapped Hiei on the shoulder.
The fire demon turned his face to look at him. Kurama captured his lips in a kiss. His tongue forced Hiei's mouth open and he passed the un-chewed rice cake from his mouth to Hiei's. He didn't let Hiei go until Hiei swallowed the bite.
Hiei started to cough and spat abruptly as soon as Kurama let go. He let a few curses slip and he stared vilely at Kurama's smiling face.
"What the hell! I don't know where you mouth's been!" he hissed, wiping his mouth. Kurama only smirked. "I can't stand the foul taste afterwards, so I end up chugging a bottle of mint-water and another one of hydrogen peroxide. I doubt much is left."
Hiei still glared.
"Plus, you said yourself you couldn't feel a thing in your face. Just be thankful I didn't slice off your nose and stuff the food that way."
"Hn."
"Just be glad I didn't strap you down for this," he said sweetly, leaning back on the chair and opening his closet, pushing some of the clothes and revealing a small collection of bondage.
"You are sickening."
Kurama shrugged, "I bet you have a collection of killing utensils."
Hiei did. Also, it was in the back of his closet.
Curse that fox.
"I think you liked that kiss," Kurama said eating some of his rice cake. "Or was there several brief moments where you couldn't control you tongue?"
Hiei blushed immensely, and returned to staring at the wall.
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Sakyoo sighed and stitched up the body of Itsuki. He knew this one corpse personally. His successor to his work, Sensui, had a deep love for the pretty demon. Too bad. That's life. The man scribbled in his note pad.
Today's victim died from a hole in his stomach and a large burn to his face, which melted his lips and nostrils together. Another spirit-energy related death.
Sakyoo loved his job.
*Itsuki can make his own dimension. In which he drags the body of Yusuke's enemy, Sensui, into. Which he is forever embracing his lover (chorus of awwws). The only OFFICAL yaoi couple in the series…….oh well, better one than none.
Okie dai. Now for the memorial……
Jack the Ripper: Victim 1
Annie Chapman aka Dark Annie, Annie Siffey, Sievey or Sivvey
WARNING-Graphic Details
The left arm was placed across the left breast. The legs were drawn up, the feet resting on the ground, and the knees turned outwards. The face was swollen and turned on the right side. The tongue protruded between the front teeth, but not beyond the lips. The tongue was evidently much swollen. The front teeth were perfect as far as the first molar, top and bottom and very fine teeth they were. The body was terribly mutilated...the stiffness of the limbs was not marked, but was evidently commencing. He noticed that the throat was dissevered deeply.; that the incision through the skin were jagged and reached right round the neck...On the wooden paling between the yard in question and the next, smears of blood, corresponding to where the head of the deceased lay, were to be seen. These were about 14 inches from the ground, and immediately above the part where the blood from the neck lay.
He should say that the instrument used at the throat and abdomen was the same. It must have been a very sharp knife with a thin narrow blade, and must have been at least 6 in. to 8 in. in length, probably longer. He should say that the injuries could not have been inflicted by a bayonet or a sword bayonet. They could have been done by such an instrument as a medical man used for post-mortem purposes, but the ordinary surgical cases might not contain such an instrument. Those used by the slaughtermen, well ground down, might have caused them. He thought the knives used by those in the leather trade would not be long enough in the blade. There were indications of anatomical knowledge...he should say that the deceased had been dead at least two hours, and probably more, when he first saw her; but it was right to mention that it was a fairly cool morning, and that the body would be more apt to cool rapidly from its having lost a great quantity of blood. There was no evidence...of a struggle having taken place. He was positive the deceased entered the yard alive...
A handkerchief was round the throat of the deceased when he saw it early in the morning. He should say it was not tied on after the throat was cut.