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Chapter 1: Who Cares

Author: Sci-Fi Raptor

Stupid Summary: Ever wonder why Naru had such a strong punch? What's her secret? The violent death of a total stranger leads her to jump off a bridge, while Keitaro truly learns the meaning of no pain, no gain…

(Y'all Naru haters mite really like this. Or not…)

In the end, a fic is meant to be read, eh? Well, I fixed it, since the Japanese seemed to be a real turn off… I guess I couldn't pull it off like other people have… I might as well change the rating since its probably inevitable that ill get lazy and have a violent scene somewhere. Anyway, enjoy it in all its mostly pure English glory.

(-O-)

Suzuki Yasui was your average salary man. He didn't look impressive and he didn't have the most desirable of jobs, being an average office worker at all. He was quiet and reserved and had a small circle of close friends. Sure, life hadn't come at him with a silver platter, but it still had its perks. He had a roof over his head, a loving wife, and a genius for a son. Suzuki Takai was entering high school even though he had finished the 6th grade the year before. He had been fooling around a lot in school last year and gotten into a lot of trouble, but it became obvious why he had acted like that when one of his teachers found that he had finished his math final in fifteen minutes flat. He was tested and enrolled into a top high school soon after. Yasui had never been as proud to have been his father since his wife told her that she was pregnant. Suzuki Muzukasii, like her husband, was quiet and collected. Though she had no special beauty, her brains surely made up (and probably explain Takai's genius). She was an anonymous author for a best selling series about a fictional story where Vampires and Werewolves were at constant war. Her latest book was where a Vampire fell in love with a Werewolf and they had a child. Though she was constantly writing, she had never been lax with her duties as mother and wife.

Speaking of which, Yasui thought when he checked his watch, I'm gonna be late and she'll be mad at me!

Yasui was on his way back home from work. It was his birthday and he knew that his family would have something prepared for him. Yasui had gotten off the train, but he was already half an hour late because of being tied up at work. Deciding to take a chance, Yasui cut into an alley to take a shortcut. He walked at a brisk pace, checking his watch every now and then to see how he was with time.

The alley seemed to go on forever and Yasui soon found himself in the dark. The hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end and he had the alarming feeling that he was being watched. Starting to panic, he started trotting. When the feeling wouldn't shake off, he went into a full blown sprint.

Though he didn't look it, he had once been the star athlete in his high school track and field team. He had been able to run to the ends of the earth, but since he hadn't run this intensely for so long, he soon found himself straining. Suddenly, his legs gave out and he was on the ground.

I really should go to the gym more often… he thought, and moved to get up. But he couldn't.

He finally became aware of a weight on his back. It was huge, whatever it was, and it was warm and sticky. He tried with all his might to get it off, but he was just not strong enough. His hearing came back and he was aware of a loud panting. Realizing that the panting was not his, he turned his head as far as he could to get a look at whatever was on top of him. His eyes met a muzzle. A muzzle that was growling.

After six years of anger management, Yasui gave the biggest roar of his life.

(O)

"H-here you go, Sempai," young Shinobu said, offering a bowl of cereal to her not so secret crush.

"Thanks Shinobu," Keitaro replied, taking the food gratefully.

"I'm so sorry about breakfast. Kaolla-chan just ate it all before I could call everyone down," she said, bowing down in apology.

"Don't worry about it," Keitaro said, smiling.

"Yeah," Naru agreed. She smacked him playfully in the back of the head and sat next to the ronin. "Yesterday was the Red Moon and who knows what kind of antics Su pulled last night," she continued, giving a quick accusing glance to Keitaro, to which he muttered an apology. Putting her own bowl on the table, she reached for the remote and tuned the TV to the news.

"Have a good day, Sempai," Shinobu said before she left to go to school, to which Keitaro muttered another apology for no apparent reason. As she reached the front door, she was ambushed by Su and squeezed into submission. Keitaro almost nosebled from the scene, but quickly shunned evil thoughts when remembered who was within inches of him. He made a quick glance at the said person, but was surprised to see her staring at the TV. Wondering what was so interesting, he turned to find out and was met with a grisly scene.

".. 2 am last night, where neighbors reported a mugging in this cesspool of crime and corruption," the anchor said. The corner picture enlarged and started playing video from the crime scene.
It was horrible. The victim was torn to shreds, as if he were paper machee, and scattered all over the alley. Good thing Shinobu-chan wasn't here to see this, Keitaro thought. Strangely, there were no signs of gunshots or any other weaponry on the scene. The camera suddenly zoomed up to something on the ground and found a strange gold plated necklace of some sort next to what looked like long scratch marks all over the ground.

Something clattered on the table. Keitaro looked to Naru and saw that she had dropped her spoon. What was worrisome, however, was the shocked look on her extremely pale face. When she didn't move at all, Keitaro called out her name.

"Naru?" Keitaro said softly. When she would respond, he shook her shoulder and said, "Naru, are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost…"

Then he realized his mistake when he saw his hand on her shoulder. He could feel the change in his bones.

Seconds later, there was a new series of holes in the Hinata-sou and a loud "Pervert!" reverberating in the air. And an apparently flying ronin, though he was much the wiser.

While he was still sailing away, he saw her hastily running out of the Hinata-sou and hailing a cab. I wonder where she's in a hurry to? Keitaro thought. However, his trail of thought was interrupted by a concrete wall.

(-)

"Here is fine," Naru said to the driver. They were in the middle of a bridge, but the driver did as he was told. She paid the guy and departed from the car. Worried about the unusual request, the cabbie waited a few moments, in case this girl got her senses back. To his chagrin, she suddenly climbed over the guard railing and teetered on the unprotected side of the bridge.
"Don't do it miss!" the cabbie said in alarm. "There must be another way!" he yelled, hoping to keep this crazy girl from killing herself. The girl looked back to him, which was a good sign. She had a haggard look on her face, one mixed with sadness and resignation.

"Sayonara," she said, before leaning forward. By the time the cabbie managed to reach the edge, she had already gone under.

(O)

"Sorry," Mutsumi said after Keitaro got her standing on her feet. Shortly after landing and collecting himself, Keitaro came upon a passed out Mutsumi on the sidewalk, whom no one seemed to care about.

"It's okay," Keitaro replied, waving it off. "But you really should take better care of yourself. Especially since you insist on walking by yourself in broad daylight!"

"Ara, ara, who's that?" Mutsumi asked, slipping away from answering. Keitaro looked at where she was pointing and recognized the person immediately.

"Isn't that Seta-san?" he answered.

"It is, isn't it?" Mutsumi said, still holding Keitaro's hand. Seta, being uncharacteristically receptive today, picked up on it.

"Oi, Keitaro! How's your date?" he said when he was nearby. Keitaro suddenly became aware of Mutsumi's hold on him and awkwardly snatched his hand away.

"It isn't what it looks like!" he said immediately. "I was just helping her up!"

"So, how is it? Has it been fun?" Seta asked Mutsumi, completely ignoring the male ronin. Mutsumi put a finger on her chin and seemed to ponder for a bit. Moments later, she replied enthusiastically, "It really is! Its has been very fun!" Keitaro sweat dropped.

"That's how it is? Isn't that great!" Seta replied, giving Keitaro an approving look when Mutsumi grabbed his arm.

"So, Seta-san, what are you doing here?" Keitaro asked, trying but failing miserably to break free of Mutsumi's grasp. They were in the financial sector, a very modernized place where a person like Seta would level in hours if behind a wheel.

"I'm actually here to renew my license!" Seta said, rubbing the back of his head.

Kawaii… (scary) Keitaro thought, imagining what the roads would be like once he was back on them. No wonder that there had been so few traffic jams recently!

"Actually, I happened to see Naru-chan on my way here. She seemed very upset about something," Seta said, dropping a big hint to the doofus to follow her.

"I did see her leave the dorms in a hurry," Keitaro said, and finally managed to get his arm back to himself. "Come to think of it, she acted really strangely after we saw that news clip of a homicide this morning. It was really sickening…"

"Really?" Seta asked. When Keitaro nodded, he said with worry, "I hope she's okay." But then his mood brightened up, "Well, see ya." And he walked off, waving goodbye.

"That Seta…" Ketiaro said to himself, nodding his head. "Well… lets get going, shall we?" Keitaro said, facing Mutsumi. Face bright as sunshine, Mutsumi nodded, saying, "Hai!" and latching onto his arm once again.

"Let's go this way," Keitaro declared, and headed to a nearby bridge.

"You really have a nose for Naru-chan, don't you?" Mutsumi teased.

"It's not like that!" Keitaro replied quickly, though his blush said otherwise.

(-)

Supper Time

In the end, they couldn't find her. They had searched much of the city, but she was nowhere to be found. The only thing they saw near the bridge was a news helicopter, but they paid it no mind. It had seemed that Naru had simply ceased to exist (Though Keitaro had to admit that they were doomed to failure since they had nothing else to go on besides Seta's ambiguous hint).

The two walked up the steps of the Hinata-sou, walking side by side. When they reached the entrance, Mutsumi held Keitaro by the cuff of his shirt before he opened the door.

"What is it?" Keitaro asked. When he saw the strange look on Mutsumi's face, he added, "Are you okay?"

Mutsumi shook her head, saying "Ara, ara," like usual. When Keitaro's face didn't lose its look of concern, Mutsumi's face brightened up considerable and she said, "Thank you very much for today. It was very fun."

Keitaro continued looking at her seriously, until his face also brightened up. "Don't worry about it." Seeing nothing else strange about the complex woman, he opened the door and announced his arrival. Mutsumi stood outside for a little bit while she watched Keitaro take his shoes off. After giving a small sigh, she followed him in and closed the door behind her.

"Sempai, dinner is ready!" Shinobu called from the dining room. They had arrived just when dinner was being served.

"Well, Mutsumi-chan, shall we go?" Keitaro asked, holding his arm out for her like a gentleman. Mutsumi giggled at his foreplay and took his arm in hers and the two waltzed into the dinning room like the bloody king and sodding queen of merry ol' England of old. Kitsune gave the two a questioning look, but Keitaro just smiled it off. He didn't know why, but he felt very gay right then.

"I see you two have been having fun?" someone said. Keitaro looked at the speaker and found that it was none other the Naru!

"Narusegawa!" Keitaro exclaimed and ripped his arm away from Mutsumi's. He got very nervous suddenly as he made his way to his usually seat beside her, leaving Mutsumi by herself.

"You didn't take advantage of her or anything?" Naru said accusingly, though she wasn't paying attention to Mutsumi at all.

"No! Of course not…" Keitaro said timidly. He said "Itadakimasu," and started eating with everyone else. Keitaro felt that something was off and took a quick glance at Naru. What he saw surprised him enough that her sprayed the water he was drinking all over her direction, getting her wet, and ANGRY.

"BAKA!" she screamed, standing up furiously. She was about to hit him like usual, but he had a very concerned look on his face.

"What happened to your shoulder!" he exclaimed.

"I… uh… tripped…" Naru said, trying to hide what really happened.

"It looks really bad, though," Keitaro said, not fearing for his safety, even though he was in such a dangerous situation. "Did you have a doctor look at it?"

"Yeah," Naru lied. "He said its nothing. It'll heal really soon," she said, firing lies at Keitaro like Motoko letting loose her attacks on the said person.

"Yokatta desu ne?" (That's really great, isn't it?) he said, giving a sigh of relief. The other girls also sighed, but for a different reason. Shinobu turned beet red.

Naru just kept smiling her fake smile, holding back the rage.

(O)

Earlier that evening

At the alley of the crime scene, the police were wrapping things up for the day. A clean up crew had arrived to take care of the gruesome mess and the press was getting ready to leave. Everyone in the scene wore a mask of some sort because the victim's innards stank the place up. His (they had finally identified him by cross-examining what was left of him with his dental records) wife had arrived at the scene and was in turmoil. Thankfully, she had left their only child home when they had informed her of the possibility that the victim was her husband. In the shadows, however, stood a man.

A naked man. No one went crazy because of him because he fit so perfectly in the shadows. From where he was, he could see the grieving woman. He inhaled deeply with her nostrils. Even though she was so far, he could smell her scent. He breathed it in deeper when he found it to be strangely arousing.

He found it erotic, the mix of her smell and her husband's innards…

He licked his lips once more. He tasted REAL good… the man thought with a smirk. It had been far too long since he last divulged with human flesh. Having the woman's smell ingrained into his brain, he walked away quietly, no one knowing that the killer had just slipped by them.

(-)

He arrived at the docks, sporting a slightly torn Armani suit. It couldn't be helped, the man thought. He struggled too much. He should have been a nice old man and just given it to me like I asked.

He reached into his jacket pocket and grabbed a fag. He lit it with a lighter from the same pocket and took a long drag. The fumes burned down his throat and gave him feeling of satisfaction. He continued walking down the docks until he could see a bridge. There was a helicopter circling above it, but he paid it no mind; the area always had someone being shot up every other week these days. As he walked past a cargo container, he felt something cool and hard pressing on the back of his skull.

"Hunter?" was the first thing that came to mind.

"One and only," a feminine voice said.

"I really should give up smoking… Other wise you never would have snuck up on me like that…"

"Walk," the assailant demanded, motioning with the gun as to which direction she wanted him to go. A few moments later, they were in the shadows where no one would notice a dead body; at least not for a week.

"Why the hell are you here!" the assailant demanded from the man. He just smiled and slowly turned around with his hands up.

"Ah… its been so long since I've seen a female of your kind…" the man said with a glint in his eye. The Hunter in front of him was soaking wet with seawater. No wonder he didn't notice her!

"Answer the question, you dog!" she snarled at him, shoving the gun into his face.

"I was sent by the Covenant, naturally," the man said, as if it were obvious.

And it was apparently, because the woman seemed mad at herself.

"What is you name, love?" the man asked as she pulled the trigger.

"Narusegawa Naru," she said just as the hammer hit the bullet.

BAM!

(-O-)