(A/N: This is my very first Samurai Deeper Kyo fan fiction so please don't attack me if it's not the greatest. I have watched every single one of the episodes except for the last volume, DVD number 6. I love the story line and the characters deeply. I try to keep all characters in their original personalities, characteristics, and how they look. Please enjoy!)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Samurai Deeper Kyo characters or plot. However I DO OWN MY OWN CHARACTERS AND ALL OF MY IDEAS IN THIS FAN FICTION. ABSOLUTELY NO STEALING!
Rating: Overall I'll rate this PG for mild language, some occasional violence, and one chapter where there is alcohol involved. The rating will go up and down sometimes depending on the content of a chapter. SO BE AWARE.
Step Down From Grace—
Chapter one: Lil' punch drunk
"Woo! It's Tragedy I luv hic...that song!"
The raspy, yet giggly voice of a teenage girl piped up, when the familiar tune of the Bee Gees song played in the hyper atmosphere of a busy night club.
The club was dark, with flashing neon lights and the sounds of the DJ at the back of the room working to please all the dancers on the dance floor. On the sides, were several tables and booths where the people could sit down to take a break from dancing. There was a pool table with gamblers and a bar, where a bartender served all sorts of drinks including some a person shouldn't be consuming, if they knew what was good for them.
The hanging aroma was mixed, a not a particularly pleasant one. It smelled of hot sweaty bodies, cigarettes and drugs, and the smell of beer and alcohol. This scene was not the cleanest place in town. The police would have had a field day.
Deep in the thick of it was Yuya. She swung her tired sweaty body around wildly. Yuya danced like any famous song artist on a music video her skills matching theirs perfectly. Her blonde caramel head rocked from side to side swinging her long tresses about and following others in a rhythmic line dance, complimenting the song.
Her emerald eyes had tints of a lighter shade of green, but had a glazed look washing over them. Her eyes closed as she danced expertly with countless others who followed her, in the same pattern. The song finished and the tired drunken teenager staggered from the dance floor to a counter seat at the bar.
"Could you give me another?" she giggled, her breath smelled deeply of beer.
The bartender cleaned a wet glass with a slightly damp towel before setting it on the smooth counter, looking up at the girl with a raised eyebrow. He scratched his bald head confused and unsure of her request.
"I don't think that's a good idea miss...you had quite a few beers. Didn't even split one with some of the men you danced with earlier. And...are you feeling okay there?" the man asked cocking his head slightly, seeing her strap of her tank top slipping down her shoulder and the dazed look in her eyes.
Yuya had a strange smile on her face and giggled slapping the counter, laughing strangely.
"Of course I'm fine. hic I'm just giggle selfish! I didn't want to share my booze with those thugs! Awwe, please just one more glass?" she begged with puppy eyes, laughing for no reason again.
The man argued with himself and struggled to restrain himself, from reaching for another glass.
Neither one of them noticed a pair of eyes who had observed the girl, from the very moment she had approached the bar and night club. It belonged to dark character sitting by himself or at least trying to in a corner, in the back of the club. He was almost completely drenched in darkness except for his companion who sat in the dim light and the flashing neon lights of the dance floor.
Both donned dark hair that was cut short but with completely different eyes. One expressed little emotion, yet one of excitement deep within; they were a bright steely baby blue while the other had deep, crimson eyes, the color of freshly spilled blood. They seemed angry and glared at the world, cursing every thing for existence or picking a fight with someone who dared to approach him. However the crimson eyes seemed to laugh, in a mocking way but showed clearly no present emotion. The young man with crimson eyes drank his drink silently, his eyes never leaving the girl at the bar that seemed to be half flirting now with the poor bartender.
His attention flickered like a flame from the girl, and switched to his crimson eyed compainon who seemed to hate every minute of the guy's exsistance more and more. The blue eyed man shrugged and laughed nervously.
"Oh c'mon Kyo, it was just a joke. Can't you take at least one?" asked the young man with lighter eyes.
Kyo's eyes flickered directly to his present "compainon". His eyes narrowed respectively and glared at him with obvious burning haterd.
"That's funny I thought you could too, Kyoshiro Mibu," he said simply before getting up from the table and exiting the night club.
Kyo didn't think once about leaving the dumbfounded Kyoshiro at the table alone. The stupid idiot deserved after the crime he committed. It wasn't any of his business anyway, Kyo thought bitterly. His mind at eased, and he wore a cruel smile. It would be fun, watching Kyoshiro squirm once he cleared his title and Kyoshiro got what he deserved. Kyo turned to leave but paused. His mind wandered back; pictures of the girl at the bar flashed through his mind. He shook them off. He didn't care. Without another thought, he slipped out of the alley way and into the night.
Kyoshiro sighed deeply. This was so like Kyo. He was too tired to get angry. Alert sounds caught his attention. He noticed the staggering form of a girl. Her caramel locks falling out of their ponytail and her green eyes dull. The strange hiccups and giggling drew him to one conclusion. She was definitely drunk.
He got up from the table and walked forwards to the girl. She heard him coming and looked over at him. With a sly smile, she staggered and tripped a little, still with a strange giggle attack.
"Hey there handsome," Yuya grinned at Kyoshiro.
Kyoshiro blinked, a little unsure of her sudden words that caught him off guard. Then he quickly remembered she was drunk.
"Are you okay Miss? I do have some background with the medical arts, so are you doing ok?" he felt stupid asking this to a drunken girl, but proceeded with his questioning.
"Oh no I'm fine. I perfectly..f..ine," Yuya waved at him before she was cut off by her failing consciousness and sunk to her knees.
Kyoshiro bounded to her side, worried now for this complete stranger.
"Hey Miss? Miss?! Are you okay?"
There was no answer from Yuya ,who had promptly fainted. Kyoshiro started to panic. He glanced around. Did she have any friends? No they would have been with her right? Oh man where was help when you needed it? Kyoshiro looked down at her. Carefully he picked her up bridal style, and exitted the night club, in a hurry. He wanted to chat with no one. If only he could move faster so he could avoid any un needed chatting.
Kyoshiro didn't struggle too much with the extra weight of the girl, since she wasn't heavy. He observed her form looking over her pretty features. He had to admit he was blushing. Though being some what of a pervert himself. He rather liked doing this, but knew Kyo would not approve nor Muramasa when he got home. Oh boy...how was he going to explain bringing a girl to the house?
Kyoshiro's thoughts were scattered by a hissing throaty voice coming from an creepy, dark alley way behind him. Trembling and sweat running down his face, his teeth gritting he slowly faced this possible foe.
"Looks like you have a burden. Want me to lighten for you?"
Kyoshiro felt his throat go dry and a cold shiver go up his spine.
(A/N: I know it's a little short but again cowers please don't shoot me! I will try to update as soon as possible 'cause I don't want to become inactive on this site. Believe me it's one of my pet peeves. So please click that button and REVEIW!)