Killer Finds a Girl
((A/N: May be a bit descriptive, but not quite gory. rated for violence. And sorry for the crappy title. This is my first fanfic, so I'm seeing if I have what it takes to make a good one. Please R&R. I'd like to know what you think. And if you have any, I'm open for sugestions.))
Summary: Kyo's a cold-hearted killer. He does whatever he wants. One day, some rich snob offers him a lot of money to kill a certain girl. He later finds that he can't do it. ((sorry, bad at summaries, and this is my first fanfic))
Disclaimer: I do not own the charcters, just the plot and some of their merchandise.
Chapter 1:
Kyo had his next target pinned against the wall, and was whispering sweet words of a painful death in his ear, before slitting the man's throat, and laughing over his dead body. He watched as the light of life faded from the man's eyes. Kyo walked out of the dark allyway and headed towards his appartment. When he got there, he went to the shower and stripped of his cloths, stepping in. Once finished, he slung a towel around his waist, and turned on his computer. He opened a file named ''Victims'' and started typing away, recording that he had just killed the man. He didn't always kill for pleasure, although he usually did. Sometimes, in cases like this one, he killed for money, and a lot of it, which is how he payed for all his belongings. He saved quickly and closed the file.
Kyo walked over to his bed, lying down and grabbing his remote to turn on the tv. He turned to channel 2 to watch the news, which showed the man he had just killed. "Takeada Mina, killed what the police say was one hour ago, was found dead in the allyway at town square. What has been the fourth murder this month, the killer has yet to be found. He never leaves any clues as to who he is or where he is hiding. Missy Loe, CNC Tonight."
He switched off the tv, smirking to himself. 'And you'll never find me.' he glotted in his mind. Changing into a black tank top and black shorts, he pulled the covers up over him, and fell asleep.
In his mind, he dreamed of the countless people he had killed. Only at the age of 17, he had taken a total of 123 lives, not all guilty of a crime. He felt no remorse for what he had done. His first kill had been when he was 6; his father. He had been pushing him around, saying he was weak, like he always did. That pushed Kyo too far as he used the katana they kept in his father's office to decapitate him. That was when he had first killed someone, and he liked it. After that, it became like a hobby of his. Mostly, he would kill thugs off the street who were pestering him, saying he was too wimpy looking to cause them any harm. He had proved them wrong.
By the time he was in highschool, he was a loner, and he liked it that way. He would probably end up killing anyone who tried to get close to him anyway. But one day, a girl in his class came up to him. You could tell she was nervous by the way she kept avoiding his eyes. "What the hell do you want?" he asked, his voice harsh. She gasped, and looked up into his red eyes. 'How beautiful they are.' she thought. Blushing at what she was thinking, she began to stutter like crazy. "If you can't even form the words, then get lost." he told her. Going back to his book "Blood and Death", he started reading again. When she didn't leave, he looked up to find her still staring at him. "Look! If you're not going to say anything, then stop staring at me!" he yelled. 'Damn. I can't belive I'm going to school! Even if it does create the perfect cover, why'd I have to get stuck with these losers.'
"Umm..." she said. "Uhh...I-My name is Tohru. Um..." 'Just say it! "I like you!" He's probably figured it out by now, since I'm always looking at him.' As Tohru yelled at herself, Kyo got up to leave. When Tohru realized he wasn't there anymore, she cursed at herself. She went back to her seat, telling herself she would try again tomorrow. For the next couple of weeks, she met him every morning at his desk, until finally, he got used to it, and actually kinda started to look forward to seeing her there.