This is a FAN fiction. This means, indeed, that we don't own this. Duh.
*grins*
Sounds of leaves crunching underfoot almost echoed, as if in slow motion, and with a tiny clatter, only heard by Anya, the pendant flew backward. Kuronue ran after, to the protest of Anya. Her endless black eyes were huge in fright and despair, as she ran after him. It was too late, the sharp bamboo, the screams, the blood splatter, all seemed to take an eternity. Black curly hair covered her face as Anya broke down into sobs. Her fiancée was dead. "Kuronue!!!!"
Sitting up in bed with a jump, seventeen year old Anya Murakami's cold hand flew to her forehead. Her white face was covered in sweat... her black, short hair was sticking to her face, the two platinum streaks in front clinging to one of the two eyebrow rings and a few of her 20 earrings. With a whine, she breathed heavily. This dream... had happened ever since he'd left her.
Ayah rolled over in her sleep, her long strands of silver hair falling over the side of the bed. She rolled back over, having woken up suddenly. She sat up slowly and looked to her left at her alarm clock. It blinked in red letters '4:15'. 'IT'S ONLY FRIGGIN FOUR!!!' She screamed to herself before sighing audibly and flopping back onto her bed.
She looked to her left again but this time at her closet. Something was wrong, what, she didn't know. But something was wrong in the apartment. Whether it was in the closet or kitchen, she didn't particularly know.
Anya was in attempts to get to the kitchen, refreshments, anything to settle her mind. She looked much shaken up. "Ayah?" she called out uncertainly. Her blanched white fangs nearly glowed.
Ayah heard the voice, and slowly stood up. She began walking towards her door, at the same time pulling her hair over her shoulder to braid.
She walked, although it looked like she glided and the long baggy pants didn't help, into the kitchen. "Yes An? Something wrong?" She stood next to her, her steel blue eyes looking dead ahead at the TV in the living room.
Small feet hit the wood floor as Anya, clad in a short pair of black shorts, and a shirt too big in the same color, ran to Ayah. "Oh, god, you're here. Bad dream." she said softly. Her vampiric and black eyes scanned the room in a scared manner.
"The memory again?" Her almost dead voice, but still soft and with a hint of caring, tumbled from her mouth. She didn't speak fast, nor slow . . . did she just . . . speak. "You need to move on. I realize it's hard, believe me I know. But you need to. It's not good for your health to be thinking about that day so much."
She had small eyes that showed wisdom beyond her years. Her ears, although she was in her human form, twitched slightly at the sound of cars outside.
"I can't help it" the girl whispered harshly. A tap on the window stopped their conversation promptly. "Spike?!" muttered the girl, opening the window, and in tumbled a tall boy about the age of these girls. "Hey hottie." he said, staring up at Anya. "Hello." she girl said coldly. Obviously, this group of people was friends. The boy had black hair, spiked rather tall, and black clothing. His grey eyes watched a particular part of Anya. "Get your mind out of the gutter" muttered Anya, lifting him from the ground never less.
"You should learn to keep your eyes where they belong if you wish to either keep them or ever have a girlfriend." Ayah spoke in her dead voice.
She turned and walked to the room, disappearing from view.
Anya's black eyes watched Spike. "I hate you" she whispered. "Yes, I know" he said cheerily. The two laughed, as the clock showed the time had hit five.
Ayah walked back out in VERY long VERY baggy black paints with a shit load of chains and a VERY tight and slightly above the bellybutton 'The offspring' shirt. "I'm off to work. I'll see you later. Want me to bring you back anything?" She worked at the largest Hot Topic in the world in their county mall. It was really a fun job.
"No" they both called out, as Anya sat upright. She lifted her head to gaze out the window, as she saw Hiei... walking alone. The two had never interacted. She tried to ponder who he was silently, but it was too late, he had seen her and was headed her way, and he looked murderous. Anya's eyes were narrowed into a glare. "Who the hell are you?!" she asked softly, vampirically.
END Chapter 1.
Anya/ Spork Loaf: Read and Review. Please, keep the flames at a low level, if you might. *grins* thanks. This is a spur of the moment thing. Heh, yeah. So, if you can, please don't get grumpy with us and yell. I didn't write many Ayah parts, to complain to her, not ME! Thanks.
+Spork Loaf+
Sounds of leaves crunching underfoot almost echoed, as if in slow motion, and with a tiny clatter, only heard by Anya, the pendant flew backward. Kuronue ran after, to the protest of Anya. Her endless black eyes were huge in fright and despair, as she ran after him. It was too late, the sharp bamboo, the screams, the blood splatter, all seemed to take an eternity. Black curly hair covered her face as Anya broke down into sobs. Her fiancée was dead. "Kuronue!!!!"
Sitting up in bed with a jump, seventeen year old Anya Murakami's cold hand flew to her forehead. Her white face was covered in sweat... her black, short hair was sticking to her face, the two platinum streaks in front clinging to one of the two eyebrow rings and a few of her 20 earrings. With a whine, she breathed heavily. This dream... had happened ever since he'd left her.
Ayah rolled over in her sleep, her long strands of silver hair falling over the side of the bed. She rolled back over, having woken up suddenly. She sat up slowly and looked to her left at her alarm clock. It blinked in red letters '4:15'. 'IT'S ONLY FRIGGIN FOUR!!!' She screamed to herself before sighing audibly and flopping back onto her bed.
She looked to her left again but this time at her closet. Something was wrong, what, she didn't know. But something was wrong in the apartment. Whether it was in the closet or kitchen, she didn't particularly know.
Anya was in attempts to get to the kitchen, refreshments, anything to settle her mind. She looked much shaken up. "Ayah?" she called out uncertainly. Her blanched white fangs nearly glowed.
Ayah heard the voice, and slowly stood up. She began walking towards her door, at the same time pulling her hair over her shoulder to braid.
She walked, although it looked like she glided and the long baggy pants didn't help, into the kitchen. "Yes An? Something wrong?" She stood next to her, her steel blue eyes looking dead ahead at the TV in the living room.
Small feet hit the wood floor as Anya, clad in a short pair of black shorts, and a shirt too big in the same color, ran to Ayah. "Oh, god, you're here. Bad dream." she said softly. Her vampiric and black eyes scanned the room in a scared manner.
"The memory again?" Her almost dead voice, but still soft and with a hint of caring, tumbled from her mouth. She didn't speak fast, nor slow . . . did she just . . . speak. "You need to move on. I realize it's hard, believe me I know. But you need to. It's not good for your health to be thinking about that day so much."
She had small eyes that showed wisdom beyond her years. Her ears, although she was in her human form, twitched slightly at the sound of cars outside.
"I can't help it" the girl whispered harshly. A tap on the window stopped their conversation promptly. "Spike?!" muttered the girl, opening the window, and in tumbled a tall boy about the age of these girls. "Hey hottie." he said, staring up at Anya. "Hello." she girl said coldly. Obviously, this group of people was friends. The boy had black hair, spiked rather tall, and black clothing. His grey eyes watched a particular part of Anya. "Get your mind out of the gutter" muttered Anya, lifting him from the ground never less.
"You should learn to keep your eyes where they belong if you wish to either keep them or ever have a girlfriend." Ayah spoke in her dead voice.
She turned and walked to the room, disappearing from view.
Anya's black eyes watched Spike. "I hate you" she whispered. "Yes, I know" he said cheerily. The two laughed, as the clock showed the time had hit five.
Ayah walked back out in VERY long VERY baggy black paints with a shit load of chains and a VERY tight and slightly above the bellybutton 'The offspring' shirt. "I'm off to work. I'll see you later. Want me to bring you back anything?" She worked at the largest Hot Topic in the world in their county mall. It was really a fun job.
"No" they both called out, as Anya sat upright. She lifted her head to gaze out the window, as she saw Hiei... walking alone. The two had never interacted. She tried to ponder who he was silently, but it was too late, he had seen her and was headed her way, and he looked murderous. Anya's eyes were narrowed into a glare. "Who the hell are you?!" she asked softly, vampirically.
END Chapter 1.
Anya/ Spork Loaf: Read and Review. Please, keep the flames at a low level, if you might. *grins* thanks. This is a spur of the moment thing. Heh, yeah. So, if you can, please don't get grumpy with us and yell. I didn't write many Ayah parts, to complain to her, not ME! Thanks.
+Spork Loaf+