Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters…
Warning: a murder-attempt, a theft, a murder, an angel, a twisted author and a mother's howling.
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DD: Yeah, thanks to everyone that has reviewed.
:…: Satoshi to Krad
.:…:. Krad to Satoshi
(…) Dai to Dark
((…)) Dark to Dai
Oro?
Chapter II: The gem calls out the thief.
"tam ta ta ta ti da tra la lala la la, happy birthday dear me tra lala la la la"
Fukuda stood in the kitchen and tried to put away as much food as possible into the fridge. The party had been a success, everybody had enjoyed it. She had been able to flirt with Hiwatari-kun, even if he had been equally cold in the end as in the beginning. But that was a problem that could be fixed according to her. She had an immense confidence in her ability to seduce that boy, even if it might take some time. She even counted on that it would take time that would make it harder for Hiwatari-kun to break free if he noticed what she tried to do. At least he hadn't been rude to her and that was a good sign. She started to hum to herself during her work. She hoped that she would be able to finish this before her parents came home.
The wind blew in from the open back-door, cooling the heated air inside the house. The sounds from the night followed the wind; hushed engines from cars that passed by, people passing by on their way home, an owl. It was nice to hear after the hours with high music.
"Where should we put this one?" She mused out loudly to herself. She selected a place and turn to the next thing.
"Boxes, I'll need more boxes."
"Ice-cream. Is there still room in the freezer or do I need to finish this one off?"
"Oh, let's throw this away…"
Suddenly she heard a noise and turned around. Somebody stood in the door. A stranger, and yet a shape she had seen so many times before. For some reason she wasn't scared, because she knew in her heart that the stranger wouldn't hurt her.
"Oh it's you." She smiled sweetly to him. "I've seen you before… in my dreams."
The stranger smiled in response and walked up to her. He stopped in front of her and raised a hand to her cheek, but it was only his index finger that actually touched her. She closed her eyes when she felt him, raising her own hand to cover his and leaned into the touch. His left hand covered her left temple and his brows started too touch her.
She opened her eyes only to drown in those rare coloured pools. Raising her chin to give him better access to her lips was the only sign she gave to make him understand that she wanted to be kissed. When she felt those warm lips of his upon hers all her dreams came true. Not only had she a fantastic dress and a priceless necklace, she also got her gorgeous boyfriend straight from her dreams. Could a girl wish for anything more?
'Hiwatari-kun' she thought. 'Compared with this one; throw yourself into the sea.'
Okay wierdness starts...
Hearts whirled inside her mind. Hoping that her parents would linger a little bit more she released the angel hands and twined her digits into his soft, silky hair. She sighed and pressed her body to his when she felt his hands slide from her cheeks to her neck.
She deepened the kiss before she noticed that something was wrong. She couldn't breathe; the angel pressed his hands too hard round her throat.
"…no…" she tried to break free, but the angel was too strong. The last thing she saw before losing consciousness was an angel smiling down on her. Her last thought was '…no, this is nothing like my dream…'
And then…emptiness…darkness…
It's over, for now.
She never heard the soft sounds the angel made when he left, leaving her on the floor.
Neither heard she the faint steps on the floor, that moments after the winged beings departure came closer.
Nor did she saw the hand that released her from the shimmering necklace.
She felt it though. Groaning and desperately trying to become more conscious, she tried to sit up but only managed to stir. The thief, that had taken a few precious moments to admire the art piece before letting it slide down into a pocket, froze.
'What, she's not dead?'
Time for all children to look away...Shark-theme /dun-dun-dun-dun/
Out of pure panic, the thief took the heaviest thing within reach and aimed for Fukuda-sans back head.
A lonely owl that sat in a tree in the garden heard the terrible sounds of braking bones and a limp body that fell to the floor.
When the owl peek inside the window on its way to the nearest slow-moving lunch it saw Fukuda resting on the floor with red liquid flowed freely from the open wound in her head.
Shark-theme ended. All kids can look back.
The sounds of keys in a keyhole alerted the nauseous thief/killer/both/whatever that it was time to leave. Patting the pocket with the art work insured the thief that the necklace was still there before dashing to the open door.
After climbing over the fence the thief stopped to listen to the tumult that had started inside the Fukuda-house.
"Ritsuko, darling? We're home now." A woman.
"Ritsu-chan?" A male.
"OH MY GOD! Ritsuko?" High heels made their way into the kitchen.
A gasp and flat heels ran off with the words. "I'm calling the police."
"Ritsu? Baby, please answer me."
The reply was silence.
"Baby? Noooo." The woman started to cry violently.
The thief eyed through the fence to survey the scene. A woman, presumably Ritsuko's mother, kneeled beside her daughter hugging herself, while she rocked her upper body up and down. A man, in all probability the father, stepped in, holding a phone to his ear. He sat down beside his wife, putting his arms around her. The response from the mother was that she started to scream out her sorrows.
"NoooOOOOOOO….OOOOAAAAAAH!"
The thief winced in the shelter beyond the fence. The woman's roars were so filled with sorrow, with so deep despair that it was almost unbearable to listen to.
Everyone that heard it felt an echo of that emotion; it triggered memories from their own lives, then they had lost something very loved. Memories of a lost teddy bear, a pair of dance-shoes, a boyfriend/girlfriend or a beloved pet. And yet, this was even worse; this was the shriek a mother gives up when she sees her daughter, lying dead on the floor. Nothing can compare with that˚.
The thief couldn't take it, and ran away when tears threatened to fall from the eyes. Ran until the houses ended, and the park began to spread its dark shadows upon everyone, and everything that roamed inside its boundaries.
At the Fukuda's had the police arrived, the thief could hear the sirens, see the lights go on at the neighbors and see the lights from the police-cars. But none of the lights was strong enough to penetrate the darkness that hide the guilty one.
˚ Except for the father's sorrow for loosing the same child, and the rest of the family's sorrow.
She had committed a crime, she knew that, but she couldn't regret what she had done. No, no remorse filled her eyes when she looked back in her trails to the red house where she had partied earlier this evening. The only thing that was important for her was the gem that lay in her pocket. From the moment she saw it around Fukuda-sans neck, she knew she must have it. She also knew that Fukuda-san would never give it away…
She shook her head and started to walk to the place she knew she could put the gem until everything had cooled off.
'Yes, it should be safe there.'
She never noticed the angel that followed her path from above.
An angel that saw where she hides her goods…
DD: SHE? WHY on earth did I write SHE? Now I have to figure out who I thought killed Fukuda-san… /mumble, mumble/. The angel? Who do you think it is? Yep, you guessed right.
Oh, yeah. Is this story still acceptable for a T-rating? If you think not, let me now and I'll change it to an M–rated story. Just write change ratingand I'll change as soon as I read your review. This is the most terrible part of the story though, it'll only get...better/happier/nicer/whatever from here.
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