Chapter 2

God's Curse

Murdered By God

Okinawa Island Near US Kadena Air Base

In a white room laying down, a young fifteen year old girl sat on a small cushioned bed covered over a plastic white paper sheet. She sat crossing her legs waiting. She had long bronze hair with deep brown eyes. Her hair was feathery and wavy, only stopping to her bottom, and it was tied up in a bun by a black ribbon. She wore a black dress with a black corset around her, chest was white and wore a corset-like choker necklace. (If you seen a picture of Jophiel from Angel Sanctuary in one of the manga covers you know what I mean by the choker she's wearing.) She wore high top belted boots with high heels on them and black gloves. She hadn't realized it, but she was wearing her funeral clothes. She waited patiently in the room while she noticed a large black window next to her. She knew people were behind that window watching her. She didn't like the idea of no privacy. She chewed on the ends of her glove waiting.

Two stories down, Room 503 at the end of the hall

A white door with red plaque numbers, 503 was closed at reached to the end of the hallway near a window that showed no light towards the hall. Through the door you could not hear anything, but inside, dark, and smelled musty. A man hung on the wall by his wrists and feet slept there, he didn't know how long he was there, but he didn't even care. The door of the room suddenly opened, out of how long many years it has not and a tall dark figure entered with out worry. He did not look like any emotion on his face would show. Until he smiled, "So your still alive not able to age yet, huh Haji?" The man bound to the wall looked up. He had long black hair that reached to his shoulders, long and wavy like. He had deep blue eyes that looked somewhat sad, he too had no emotion on his face to show, it was hard to see that. His wavy black hair covered most of his face except his eyes which showed out from the darkness, emotionless and almost glaring. "How long is your regret going to bound you to that wall? Enough is enough Haji, let's go." Two other men came behind him and removed the bindings from his hands and feet. Once he got on his feet he fell to the floor, the two men started kicking him to get up but the man grinning made them stop once he went to grab his hair to control, his hand flew off to the side of him on the floor. "Oh My god!!!" he screamed, Haji sat up and in a blink of an eye small daggers flew to the other men's heads and they fell to the floor. He stood up now flipping another dagger from his sleeve towards the man. "H-Hold on Haji!? Let's talk okay?! We were sent here okay!" "I'm not interested," Haji said calmly as he got closer to him. "No! Haji! Wait! Please!" But it was too late, Haji silenced him after undoing his bandage from his hand and moved it so fast, the man could only feel the strong bloody pain as the hand swooped into his mouth and out from the back of his head. Haji pulled his arm out slowly hearing the man's gargling until it stopped. He stood there starring at the corpse until a strong flashback came to him. He was shooting across the field, to other men behind a tree, until he ran forward grabbing another gun from the dead man's pocket and belt and ran through some trees. He only reached 'till the end he say a soldier with kind blue eyes turn around and shot him. He could see as he fell he saw the trees moved up until he saw the smoky red sun covered from the smoke near a fire somewhere. He escaped his flash back as he fell kneeling to the floor gasping for breath. He slowly brought his head forward looking at the open door and noticed a large cello case engraved with a cross on it lay against the white wall and next to it a plastic bag full of clothes. He looked back at the men who he just killed and didn't bother to take their wallets from their pockets. He opened the plastic bag and noticed the clothes were his old clothes pressed and clean neatly. Though he already knew the reason why the men came to get him, he didn't bother wanting to go with the likes of them at all. The old days mentioned in his past were coming back to him, and we wished forever more to just stay away from it and start a new life. It didn't change the fact that he was still being looked for, though he already knew that, he quickly got dress in his black clothes, wearing a black vest, black pants and black dress shoes, he put over his long black coat as he put the large cello case over his shoulder like it weigh nothing. He couldn't go on out of here, for he sensed something wrong in this building the day of this morning had soon arise. He looked up at the ceiling and stared at it for awhile until he realized what he was sensing.

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"What's your name?" a young man, probably in his early thirties asked her. She didn't bother to say anything, she just sat there on the bed starring off, as though she didn't even heard him say anything. "What is your name?" he asked again calmly. He had a clipboard on his lap ready to take notes. She stared down at her feet looking awkwardly sad for some strange reason. "Do you know where you live?" he asked a different question. "Where is your mother? Your father?" she didn't say anything and he started to look annoyed. "There dead." She said mumbling. "W-What?" he asked now trying to be nice. "There dead," she repeated, "My father died when I was four and my mother died I think two months ago." She could tell people behind the mirror were talking and watching. "Two months ago? But she was long gone dead by then right?" one person asked. "I think she's referring when she was alive two months ago before she died." One other person said. There were about five people in the room, the four were talking, but one starred out through the window starring at the young girl. The woman from the Morgue who found her watched the teenager as the horror from last night's coincidence came to her. She couldn't believe the fact that a corpse like hers came to life immediately, she wondered how long was she pounding from the inside of that glass coffin. She was dead, and her records showed she has been dead fifteen years, but could it be she doesn't remember anything as she was dead, could she only remembered the life she had before she died? "Does she know she has been dead for fifteen years?" a woman asked. Two men stood on each side of her, one of them answered, "We haven't even asked that question, either way, let's be patient." Then one of them stared at the Mortician, "You brought us something interesting, Miss Davidson." He gestured. The Mortician glared at him, but didn't say anything. She went back looking at the young girl again.

"My name is Hilary Tatibana," she said calmly, "I'm fifteen years old and class 9 at Mizuroshi High School. So what do you want with me?" she finally asked. The Mortician listened hard behind the window and all the four people stayed quiet this time to listen as well. "Do you remember what year it is?" the man asked her now starting to jot down words on his clipboard. Hilary looked at him strangely, "Why yes, it's 2006." The man jot down more notes then asked her, "Are you sure?" She looked at him confused this time. "Yes," she said, "It's two thousand-" she paused looking at him then looked at the mirror where people she knew were watching her. The Mortician widen her eyes, Hilary was looking straight at her, but she couldn't see her right? How was she able to see through the window when it was just a plain mirror where Hilary was looking at? Then she looked back at the man who stopped writing on his clipboard who stared back at her. "Is there something wrong?" he asked. She closed her eyes trying to think of something clearly. Then she opened them again realizing something. "It's not 2006, is it?" she asked her voice trembling. The four people behind the mirror looked at each other. They didn't say anything though. Then Hilary could remember something. Only why did Tyson and Ray come into her mind? Why were there backs against hers? She could feel something terribly wrong. Only did she realize that her fingers were bleeding from under her nails. She looked around and noticed the man wasn't moving, his clipboard fell to the floor from his hands. He looked petrified. Hilary looked at the mirror and could see through the people staring at her. A cold hand touched her shoulder as she looked behind her. A tall pale man, with wavy black hair and sad blue eyes with an emotionless face was behind her. He bend down so his face was close to hers, and as he took her face with both hands, one bandaged and one not, he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss seemed to last forever, but she closed her eyes absorbing all of the scent he had on him. Suddenly she could here someone playing the cello, beautiful music sprang into her ears and as she opened her eyes she noticed she was alone in the room. She got off from the bed and looked at the mirror, seeing through the mirror she saw nobody staring at her this time. The music kept on playing though she wanted to know who was playing such beautiful music, she couldn't. The room had no doors or windows. She banged against the wall feeling her way as she tried to find a secret door or something. The music got louder and she wanted so bad to know who was playing with it. Until she notice as the music got louder, it started to sound like the music was in the room. She turned around to find the same man she saw before playing a large cello by his side. Absorbed by the music she got closer to it and sat right in front of him listening to the music he played. It felt like she was in a dream somehow. It didn't make sense, but are usually dreams like that? For awhile he played, once he finished he stared at her. "That was beautiful," she said trying to make out why he was staring at her. Though she was lost in a gaze of his eyes she noticed his eyes were full of sadness. "Are you the one who I sensed?" he finally asked. His voice seemed to even be full of sadness to her as well. She didn't answer his question though, lost in his gaze, he instead lifted his bandaged hand and touched her cheek. "Your cold," he said, "Cold as death."

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A/N: Well that was a loooong chapter! I didn't mention, or I hope I did in the summary that this story is a crossover from different animes. If your wondering who Haji is, he's from Blood+, an anime similar to the movie Blood: The Last Vampire, but Haji isn't in that movie. I should list the animes crossover in this story. But the plot still surrounds in Beyblade! Here's the list:

Blood+

Chrno Crusade

Eureka Seven

Angel Sanctuary

FullMetal Alchemist

Ruriouni Kenshin

D. Gray-Man

Naruto

Hellsing

DN Angel

Sorcerer Hunter

And I think a little Inu Yasha, but I'm not sure yet

In the mean time, I'll update more chapters soon, but the Star Testing is coming up for me so It will be awhile for me to get chapter 3 updated. In the mean time I hope you like it!