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Tears of Blood
darkenedmoonlightflame
(Hiten/Kagome/Jakotsu/Bankotsu) (Kagome's the affection-receiving being this time.)
HxKxJxB. Once upon a time, there was a car shop. Ordinary enough, except that gang members, mercenaries, and other unpleasant beings worked there. Enter Kagome, the strange emotional girl with a BAD car and a worse past. When she applies for a job the next day, she is completely oblivious to the secrets around them all. Little do they know, she has some of her own, when mysterious people start showing up.
(A/N: Well, I'm so fickle. Another story. Blame my muses, they belt out ideas and leave me hanging on others. Hmm. Well, I'll be dishing out bops later, I guess. (smiles scary smile) Anyhow, here's another twisted idea!
Just a quick suggestion, but if you have the song Going Under by Evanescence, play it for the first part… Well, I'll just shut up now.)
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Scattered about are seven purple stars
Thoughts are brought together by each, crushing our cry out for love
Unable to escape from it, we cling to our dreams
We won't lose anymore to the everyday trickery
Wake up right now
Soon we seem to be surrounded
By the REAL world choking us
Your important person...is who?
In the luxury world, shards of eternity are appearing and disappearing
Touch and seize it, now let's precisely walk this way
"Without regret" we advanced to our destination
Will we laugh? Will we cry? Will we be happy? Will we be unhappy?
After all now, yet I still don't understand
In the future you start to change; don't falter
That's life's essence
We're living just barely, we sent our answer
Even if it's different, and gives the wrong impression
But it's a powerful hope
Until that day you become the real thing
In this cruel world, love's bud will probably be smashed
Touch and seize it, we now we engrave it firmly
Wake up right now
Soon we seem to be surrounded
By the REAL world choking us
Your important person...is who?
In the luxury world, shards of eternity are appearing and disappearing
Touch and seize it, now let's precisely walk this way
In order to smile in the end, we now walk precisely this way
- the english translation of grip! (I LOVE this song, lol!)
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Tears of Blood
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The world spun around her, blurring at an impossible rate, her heart accelerating. She could hear it thundering against her chest, in a secret rhythm, as she simply hung limply as he cradled her against his chest, his lips forming words. 'I'm sorry… So sorry…'
She couldn't breathe, couldn't move. Her chest was like a coiled spring, tightened and unable to release the pressure on her lungs. She was began to see the stars around them, and the scenario flashed in and out briefly in black and white, and her vision blurred like crazy, black spots of emptiness flashing in and out. Her blood dribbled down into her eyes, and he looked pained as he brushed it away.
'Forgive me…' The lips mouthed, before he leaned over, planting a chaste kiss upon her slack mouth, hugging her tightly. She felt something dribbling down her chin, and he brushed the pads of his thumbs along her cheeks, wiping away her tears, and dabbing at the blood flowing down from her mouth with his immaculate white sleeves, his eyes reflecting his pain. The pair of crystalline wings protruding from his shoulder blades shedding diamond colored feathers around them, curling around them in an airy cocoon.
'I'm so sorry… I…' His mouth formed the words, but Kagome could hear nothing, and the glorious background of the bloodstained night was fading to join her terrible memories. There was blood. So much glorious crimson blood. Bodies of demons and humans, weak and mighty warriors, mingled alike in heaps around them. Slain, each and every one of them. He staggered to his feet, carrying her in his arms, weapon strapped across his back.
The moon shone a rusted red, hanging aloft in the dark night. Her armor was caked with dried blood and gore, flesh from those who opposed her fury. 'I… failed… you…'Her blood was surrounding them in a pool now, and he began to tremble as he was brought to his knees, exhausted from the fierce battling. He cast away the weapon, and stumbled to his feet again, tears blurring his vision as he walked slowly, tripping and skidding in the blood.
They left their own trail together. It was mostly hers.
He shook his head, pride forgotten as tears stung his eyes, and he cradled her closer to his chest, staining his already gory outfit, covering the once-clean sleeve with her blood. He brushed away her tears awkwardly with the pads of his thumbs. 'You have failed no one.' He leaned over to take her lips again, his soul mourning as he could walk no further.
He sat jerkily with a bump against a sakura tree, petals strewn about from the war. His back rested against it, and he cried. For her. He leaned over a final time to passionately kiss her, pouring his entire heart into hers, to give her strength. To give her his love.
Suddenly it seemed like the world around them cracked slowly, but steadily, light pouring in at the cracks.
Then it shattered in a fiery explosion of light, leaving them bathed in moonlit silence. It was just the two of him, in a situation that would have been romantic, if not for the unbearable pain. It flickered into darkness in an instant, and she strained her lips to whisper it.
Wait for me.
All she could see was his face, as she died there, in his arms…
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The small black cell phone perched on the small pine end table of the hotel room gave a shrill, earth-shattering ring before the small screen began glowing a florescent light blue. The eerie shining light wavered, then brightened, illuminating the sleeping face of the girl sprawled out comfortably on the queen sized bed, her angelic face buried under a mountain of squishy glaring white pillows.
She lurched up, breathing heavily as she shoved the entire pile off her face, breathing quite hard, small beads of perspiration dripping down her brow. Every night now, ever since she had turned old enough to even think up anything complex enough for a dream, she had that nightmarish lamenting dream, leaving her feeling so empty. She rolled over silently, wiping traces of tears from her eyes, and licked her chapped lips.
It was 3:56 AM.
It rang out loudly once more, and the girl's elegant brows furrowed and she rolled over automatically, smacking the snooze button on the hotel alarm clock. Unfortunately for Kagome, her dream-like state was cut short, as the alarm's radio turned on, blaring out fast-paced Spanish jibberish at the highest volume, and she sat up immediately, giving a scream.
She couldn't decide whether it was from her mini heart attack, or from the boiling rage that made her blood simmer and seethe. Her lightly tanned arm reached out, and pounded the mechanism into oblivion, and she cringed. Sighing, she opened her wallet and laid out twelve dollars and forty-three cents, as she had for the past four days.
She still couldn't figure out how to turn the damned machine off without settling things… physically.
She settled back down, before moaning and forsaking the warm blankets and swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She didn't care which side, it was either coffee and bathroom side, or balcony, thinking, and wardrobe side.
She practically sleep walked to the coffee table, then decided against it, looping around her bed. She picked up the cell phone, tossing it from hand to hand before opening it to check her messages. The screen was flickering blue-crimson. Her 'work'.
I've got a job for you.
She knew immediately who it was. She sighed. 'Might as well think things over.'
She would have to get rid of the large lump in her throat before she did anything else.
So she sat down in her favorite, swiveling desk chair, her huge canary yellow tee shirt squeaking against the soft suede, creating numerous designs from such a simple action. She swiveled to face the balcony, opening it lazily with her foot as she slid outside, placing her feet up on the rim, closing her eyes to think, like usual.
She went over the usual list of thoughts, the dream always being the first priority.
Why did SHE have such odd dreams, anyway? None of her friends dreamed of such sad things, so consistently. If you'd call every day for the past ten years 'consistent'. Sure, sometimes she had other dreams. But they were always before or after that one.
She always wondered what had happened to get in such a situation. Were they lovers? This made Kagome blush heavily, as she moved on. Why was he apologizing? There had been no signs of buildings or any such thing around them; where WERE they? She had never been to such a place, having lived either in Tokyo or somewhere near it for her entire life.
Seventeen years.
She sighed heavily, and turned her thoughts to when her friends would come around to drag her off to do something annoyingly occupying, for once wishing for the lecherous company of Miroku, and the kind (yet extraordinarily hyper) presence of Sango.
Kagome's sapphire eyes steeled as she thought about what she did as a living. She was a mercenary. Yet it was odd, how even something so dismal could be turned into something good. She had met Miroku and Sango on the job. They had been tight friends ever since, although they rarely crossed paths.
She pondered about each of them, and what compelled them to become what they were.
Sango was very pretty, with long dark brown hair always swept into a high ponytail, but rarely tied into an ancient hairstyle with a white ribbon. Her eyes were a deep hazel, very searching and comforting. She wore normal clothes when not fighting, but Kagome could always sense she wore her demon exterminating outfit underneath, just in case.
But for as feminine as she seemed, Sango was a demon exterminator, slaying dangerous youkai who verged on the edge, troubling large cities. She worked with those who fought to keep demons from injuring innocent people, and who fought to keep their existence a secret. One thing had led to another, and her love of protecting people led her into the assassination business.
Of course, she stayed true to her roots, and was the most well-known demon slayer in the entire associations. She was hired to slay loose demons, threatening anyone, basically.
She wielded a giant boomerang, Hiraikotsu, she called it affectionately. Flying bone, Kagome translated to herself silently. It was rightly named, formed from the bones of demons and formed in her original demon slaying village. It had been destroyed in a night of fury and screams.
She was the only one left, except for her younger brother Kohaku, who was getting curious about the 'jobs' his elder sister performed. He was starting to snoop around, and she had caught him just in time as he stumbled upon Hiraikotsu once. Legendary Slayer.
One who did not stay close to his roots, Miroku had a wandering hand. He called it cursed, and indeed it was. An ancient family curse known only to a few close friends. Kagome was one. He was a monk, and a damn good one, for all his womanizing and touchie-feelie incidents.
Kazaana, he named it to her one day, was given to him so generously by his grandfathers' greatest enemy. It was a great empty void in his right hand, which was sealed with a string of blue prayer beads. But unsealed, it would suck anything into its path inside.
He was handsome, with all-knowing violet eyes, and jet-black hair pulled neatly into a dragon's tail at the nape of his neck. He was often found wearing either his grandfathers' ancient purple monk's robes, or some sort of modern clothing.
He had gotten into assassination because of his family history. They had all done so. And he wished to follow up the tradition as well, and uphold his honor. He would fight with the jingling monk's holy staff first, to be fair, and gradually if the opponent called for it, his Kazaana. He was undefeated, and held the reputation for a few things.
Greatest Holy Assassin, and Holiest Womanizer. Kagome grinned wryly, wondering how rubbing a woman's backside could be holy.
Kagome smiled as she thought about the cat-and-dog relationship the two held together somehow. She yawned, and wheeled herself back inside, closing the glass door and drawing the curtains behind her.
She owed her mercenary lifestyle to Naraku, coincidentally the same man who cursed Miroku's grandfather and dispatched the demons who destroyed Sango's village. He had murdered her entire family when she was seven. Which was around when she had begun having those sad dreams.
She was a powerful miko, thanks to her older sister Kikyo, who trained her in secret, in case the time should arise. She had discovered an ability, nearly a year ago, and had kept it from everyone and thing she knew. It was special, and she wanted to keep it as a last resort.
She was able to manipulate elements, earth, wind, fire, water, and just about everything by either thinking about it or making hand gestures. She had discovered it one day while venomously wishing for a strand of her brussel sprouts to smack Miroku in the face, imagining his stunned expression.
And to her shock, one flew up and smacked him right between the eyes. She had been very lucky Sango and Miroku had been too absorbed in a heated conversation to notice that she didn't actually throw it. They just assumed. And she just went along with it. 'I wanted to see his face! It's so funny!' Ended up as her excuse.
A while after that, she discovered she was far stronger than she would have thought possible for her 'frail' frame.
Recently, about a month ago, she discovered yet another ability. She could duplicate attacks after making a careful observation on technique, and unlocking the elements used to create it.
Kagome shook off the gloom, and tried not to think about that very subject at the moment, instead choosing to take a shower.
Eighteen minutes later, she stepped out of the bathroom clad in a large cotton towel, and examined the room with a scrutiny. Her suitcase was stuffed against one wall, her mercenary tools concealed with her miko powers, glowing bright blue and visible only to her.
The bed was messy, as it had been, but her eyes alighted on a small white note laying on top of her chair.
I'll be seeing you.
--Zetsumei Fukyuu?--
Kagome sighed. This time it was 'Zetsumei Fukyuu'. She rolled her eyes. Her agent just wouldn't quit at it. He kept trying to find a name for her in the assassination world. After all, she was the second best there was. Naraku was the first, only because of his enjoyment and lust for blood. And they didn't even know of half her abilities. Frankly, she didn't know either.
Zetsumei Fukyuu. Death Eternal. It danced through her mind, and she thought about it for a while. She gave up, and ran through her dresser with her hands, picking something simple for the two hour long ride to her friends' small quarters, a ways out of Tokyo City.
She finally decided on a decent, flexible outfit.
She pulled on a simple loose silver summer polo, with dripping red and sapphire streaks blurring endlessly, and a collar. Over it, she pulled on a dark crimson button-up dress shirt, leaving the first two buttons undone, her tee shirt peaking through. She flipped the polo-tee shirt's collar up, and left the dress shirt's down, she grumbled, remembering that her agent was coming, and put on a black silk tie with spatters meant to look like swirled blood, only sapphire.
She cracked her knuckles audibly as she polished the clasps and checked the hidden pockets on her dark black trenchcoat- the one she always wore, no matter the weather. It was the last thing her elder brother Souta had given her, and she treasured it. For the next day was his last day.
She then went on to put a couple of spare gloves she modified into her pockets, and pulled a pair of punching gloves on, the kind that severed at the fingers and had a steel plate on the back of her hand. Her agent always teased her about it, calling her 'Iron Gauntlets'.
She slid into some loose Wrangler jeans, and left the chains tucked into a pocket in her trenchcoat, planning to add them later. She quickly brushed her hair into a high ponytail.
It was very long, coming down to her buttocks when left loose. It had grown, and managed to stay healthy, over the years, and she never bothered cutting it too much. Rough bangs swept sharply across her face, curling gently at the ends, softening the tough look. Her sapphire eyes carried a certain mystery in them, dancing with fire, yet staying shrouded in fog.
She grabbed the brush, and stowed that and her agent's note in her one of her zipper-up pockets, grabbing her cell phone, leather wallet, bag of mercenary tools (which was very, very heavy, not to mention HUGE), and a few other necessities. She paused at the door, and fishing out a book on mechanics before leaving, closing it with a firm bang behind her.
As she passed the weary cleaning ladies, she stopped, and handed them a fresh five dollar bill. "Don't bother with my stuff too much, please. It's a big job! Just replace towels and sheets, thank you. Oh, beg pardon, Room 214." She smiled a charming smile before waving and striding off to the elevator, poking the Lobby button and resetting her cold mask on once more, combing her fingers through her bangs.
Her arms seemed to deaden as the elevator stopped at EVERY SINGLE floor on the way down. She was on the eleventh floor, too. The arm holding the mercenary tools grew tired, and she put it down. She decided angrily that it could easily be used as a weapon itself, due to the obnoxious weight.
"Come on, come on, come ON!" She said between clenched teeth, and the other occupants looked at her strangely. They were all squashed into the elevator, 'mooshed' together as Kagome would say if they weren't listening.
"What!" She asked incredulously. They were all studying her.
"Do you know how hot it is outside, girl?" One commented, snorting in contempt. Kagome bristled, but said nothing, resisting the urge to pound a hole into the elevator and scale down the cables. She bet she would beat it.
They finally stopped looking at her, all except for one. It was a little boy, with strange emerald green eyes and bright fiery hair. "You're very pretty, miss lady." He said innocently. He looked to be about five. Kagome's eyes softened, and she smiled and crouched down with some difficulty, having to use her bag to help her shove.
"Why thank you. You're quite cute yourself." She ruffled his bangs, before starting to stand up again.
"You remind me of my mommy before she died…" He said quietly. She froze, and turned to him sadly.
"I'm sorry. Young children shouldn't be feeling so dismal at such an age."
"How did you know…?"
"I lost my parents at a young age too, little one." She smiled wistfully, before resting her hand on his shoulder a final time. She struggled to get up as the elevator finally jerked to a stop, and she was nearly knocked over. She finally managed to gather her things and leave, after keeping her foot in the door for some time.
When she got out, she inhaled deeply.
"Who were ye talking to down there, child?" A voice asked quietly. It belonged to an older woman, old and creaky, with brittle bones and ample rolls of flesh. She had a path on of her eyes; her right.
Kagome was surprised. "There was a little boy, didn't you see him?"
"There were no children in the elevator, child. I came all the way from the top floor, and none of which ye speak of entered."
Kagome was totally confused. "But…?" She suddenly saw the clock behind the elderly woman's head. "Oh my goodness! Pardon me, miss, but I'm late!" She was supposed to meet her friends at 8:30 PM. It was already 5:20. She was definitely gonna be late, if she got lost like usual. After all, it took a couple hours to get there in the first place.
She zoomed out into the bright daylight and the glazing blacktop, locating her mother's ancient convertible after some confusion and frustration. 5:30. She started the ugly pink car with a twist of the keys, and the engine slowly sputtered to life.
She gently pulled it out of the space, barely avoiding a stupid accident when someone else decided to pull out across from her at the same time. She sighed, and pulled back in, signaling for the person to go. They sat there. When she tried again, they moved.
She resisted screaming in frustration. She sped around the shiny silver sports car and up the battered road, taking a left at Shikon No Kakera Avenue. She continued on for a while in silence, and a good hour and a half from Tokyo, she thought she heard ticking. She stopped the car.
The road was fairly small and straight, deserted, but she still heard the ticking. She traced it to under the hood, over the engine. Her face paled as she opened the hood.
"Kuso to hell, I am sure going to be late."
For there it was, a smiling image of the evil baboon man himself, the top killer, pasted on top of a ticking bomb. His piercing crimson eyes echoed the ticking numbers eerily and he smirked grimly. "My darling, have you missed me? You won't be alone too much longer, Zetsumei Fukyuu. Or shall I say, Ms. Higurashi? No matter, I believe you are having more… pressing dilemmas. Such as time, Higurashi. Sayonara." The screen bleeped blank, and her brows furrowed.
"Wha? Oh, shit. What a goddamn cocky-ass bas-" The glowing red digits shimmered before blinking repeatedly, the numbers bold and in her face.
0.
A/N: Well, it's not the most wonderful thing, and it IS a prologue sort of thing, but meh.
Important Notes:
(review if you have a question or are completely confused)
I've made Souta Kagome's OLDER brother, simply because I can, and perhaps it will go better with the plot.
And yes, Kikyo is her older sister. Don't ask me who's oldest, I dunno. Uh… Souta!
As for the whole Naraku thing, obviously they're enemies.
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Next Chapter:
Well, Kagome now loses her car to Naraku as well. Enter the car shop of doom, where such ridiculous assassins and gang-people reside. I think you'll recognize a few of 'em. But her new boss doesn't really think she's up to playing with the big boys, so how's she gonna prove him wrong?
But as usual, there's always a wise ass. Did I mention wise asses drive Kagome crazy?
Not to mention she's trying to keep her identity a secret, but isn't that cheery when associates of hers show up?
How are her co-workers gonna react when 'some' people show up? For example: her agent, an employer or two, the undecided guy, and a couple of goons from Naraku?
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Vocab:
Youkai- Demon.
Miko- Priestess.
Zetsumei Fukyuu- Death Eternal.
Kuso- Shit, Damn, and other potty words.
Sayonara- Goodbye.
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