Twisted
Elegance
Summary: In order to keep the thriving
Underground alive, Kagura, known to the world as Twisted Elegance,
seduces and kills those who stand in the way of it's evolution. She's
succeeded every time, until she has to go after the one man who could
bring her down first, Sesshoumaru. Despite their duties to both their
organizations, the assassin and the detective become entwined into a
possessive affair that could mean a fate worse than death for both of
them.
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Twisted Elegance
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Spades
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She held a solemn tone, her crimson eyes iced over. She sat upon the end of the bed, not caring that she was covered in blood, or the fact a mutilated corpse lay in the king size bed of the room. Her eyes scanned over it, a barely noticeable smile made its way onto her face. In that one night, she had killed sixty-seven people. Bodies lined the halls, the lobby, the elevator.
And she felt no remorse for it.
"Hm."
Her head snapped up turning towards the direction of the noise, snatching the gun off of her victim and shooting blindly into the doorway until there were no bullets left.
A mere few inches from the doorway, another young girl stood, giving a calm and solemn expression. She was shrouded in a pure white kimono, complimenting her ebony tresses, which was tied in a single braid down her back, bangs, framing her pale face. Had the other girl known any better, she would've guessed her diseased. She looked no older than herself.
The formally dressed girl inspected the corpse in the bed, ignoring the other girl for a moment.
"You are about thirteen, am I correct? You killed him?" she said, not waiting for an answer, "it was your first time, no doubt."
"He... killed my family," she replied softly.
The other girl nodded. "Well, I hope you enjoyed this kill, it will may well be your last," she said in a monotone voice, "you have just killed the ruler of the Tokyo Underground. Also my father."
Her crimson eyes widened, backing away slightly from the older girl, watching her warily. The other girl gave a slight smirk.
"You had better be glad I like you, girl," the brown-eyed girl replied, "but you have saved me the trouble of killing him myself. He was a lowly bastard, and a pedophile, as you probably already know. I am to become Queen now that he has died. I am supposed to slay you, but I don't believe that is necessary. Unless, of course, you decline my offer. What is your name?"
The smaller girl was silent for a moment. "...Kagura."
"Kikyo," the taller girl
replied,"but you may only refer to me as Malevolence. Is
that understood?"
Kagura nodded hesitantly. Looking towards her kill for a moment, she eyed the knife she used to kill him. "You... kill people, don't you?"
"Yes, I did not think that it would bother you-"
"He deserved it!"
"In the eyes of God, murder is murder," Kikyo replied, "you have eaten slaughtered animals, stepped on the lowest of insects without a second thought. Tell me, what makes killing a human so much more immoral? Humans are murderers by nature, and will burn in the bowels of hell because of it. Look at yourself, drenched from head to toe in the blood of innocents, all for your selfish desires. You felt power, the feeling of knowing you had the power to take his life, to make him feel pain. That is why you can be beneficial to the Underground. You will come with me, my men will have destroyed all traces of your existence from files, computers, records. You will be marked with the symbol of the Underground-" She opened the mouth of the corpse, motioning to the roof of its mouth, where a single pentagram was carved into the roof of his mouth. "- but first you need a new name..."
Kikyo inspected her father's corpse, running her fingers across the array of cuts and carving, her face neutral. Despite your sloppiness in the halls and lobby, you were quite thorough in torturing in him. You quite remind me of my mother. I shall give you her name."
The taller girl looked over her fathers corpse, reaching towards his belt, pulling a long sword out of his sheath. She dug it into her skin, letting it bleed over her father's face. "Kagura, you are now and forever known as Twisted Elegance."
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The woman sat at the head of the table, her legs folded neatly beneath her. Her brown eyes scanned across her adherents. Disgusting. All of them.
Her hands folded in her lap, she sat quietly. She would not get mad, tonight they would celebrate. She was dressed in her best attire, a black silk kimono, her hair falling loose down her back.
She kept her eyes closed, trying to tune out the sound of semi intoxicated men around her. Her keen ears heard another come through the door, not even turning to see who it was. "Kagura, have you finished your mission?"
"Yea, yea, I got him," she replied.
Kikyo smirked. "You don't seem as happy about it as you usually are."
"You seduce and kill three greasy rich bastards a week and see how you like it."
She nodded. "I guess. But would you rather go out into the world or stay here and have to be hit on all day?"
"I do that anyway."
They turned quickly as they heard the smashing of glass against the wall. Kikyo's eyes narrowed slightly as Kagura smirked behind her. The other men turned towards the man at the other end of the table. He glared towards the mistress, causing her eyes to narrow dangerously. Kagura smirked knowingly.
He drew out his gun, turning towards the other men. "Why should some broad have control of the Underground? Come on, we can take her!"
Kikyo stood up slowly, her long tresses matching her black kimono. Her challenger smirked, cocking his gun at her forehead. "Good-bye, bitch."
His corpse fell to the floor.
"Take him to the catacombs," she stated, her voice neutral as several of the other men dragged him away. She inspected her sword as blood dripped off the blade, whipping it through the air. A streak of blood appeared on the wall. "Kagura, about how many men do you think have died in this room?"
She eyed the other streaks on the wall, most turned dingy brown with age, others still red with freshness. "I'd say about fifty."
"And why did they die, Kagura?"
"Mutiny. Treason. I believe you went quite soft on him. Usually you slice of a few limbs off before you kill them."
The older woman turned, making her way to the door. "Come, I have another job for you."
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She inspected the photograph thoroughly, gently tracing her finger across the small photo. "Interesting..."
Kikyo watched her uncertainly, sheathing her sword and hanging in its proper place by her side, neatening the fold of her kimono. "So can you do it?""
Kagura smirked. "Of course I can."
"What do you make of him?"
"He is vain," she replied, "He identifies himself with his strength, and keeps to himself- the one person whose opinion he seems to value. Despite his temper, he's very intelligent, despite his habit of rushing into things. He'll treat everyone like dog shit, but at the same time, with a straight face, demands respect. All in all, his head needs to be deflated. Badly."
Kikyo gave a surprised look. "You have gotten better at this in the past five years."
Kagura smirked. 'Sesshoumaru. You will be a promising challenge.'
This should be fun.
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NOTES
The Underground- an illegal organization, something short of the Mafia. Though the version in this story is fake, it is highly possible that the Underground is real.
And I do have an excuse for the Kill Bill-ish, Oren Ishii style for Kikyo. The Underground (fictional one) has been around for almost two hundred years. As a sign of respect for their ancestors, the nobles and royals of the Underground wear traditional Japanese garbs. They carry and kill with the swords of their ancestors, taught that they must fight and die by the weapons of their ancestors.
I promise, the next chapter will be over twenty-five hundred words. This is my first fanfiction, so please be lenient, but DO give me helpful tips, don't scold me.
Posted 10/7/04