Words Unspoken
The Hitachiin family adopts a 15 year old girl into their home because they want a daughter in their home. Kitsune is an orphan who's gone through countless homes and has made no friends because of the constant change. However, Kitsune has a dark secret that may get her killed.
Chibi-Kyuubi-Chan- You're close, but not quite.
ForgetMeNotViolet- Glad that you liked it. This chapter should be even more interesting.
To everyone else reading this- Sorry for not updating this last week. I couldn't figure out what was going to happen in this chapter. I threw it all together this weekend. Please review.
Chapter 6- It Begins
The little dark haired girl waited for an opening. She was sweating really hard and the sweat was starting to drip into her eyes, but she couldn't look away. With this guy, she had to be on her toes. Any distractions and she would lose. Her opponent was the best in her family, but being family didn't stop them from using real swords. The girl was only five years old and the man, well over forty. Any screw ups now and she would be dead. Literally. The term 'family' wasn't a word that really applied here. Her family was a yakuza, and yakuza were ruthless. This little girl was the daughter of the head of the Izo group. The first daughter, and her opponent was the head. Yakuza were known as savage people, and that fact was true with this group of yakuza.
He struck first, aiming for her side, but she blocked it and slid her blade down towards her father's heart. The old man lunged backwards and quickly caught his balance. However, his daughter already had her blade poised at his neck. One move in any direction and he would be stabbed. She was heaving, but she wouldn't stand down. The room was deafly silent as they all waited for her to take the kill. With the sword still pointed at the man's neck, she moved so that her face was right in front of her father's. Through the mask, he could see how emotionless her face was. He waited for her to stab him and kill him, but all she did was pluck the sword from his hands and walk away.
"What are you doing?" He demanded, outraged. "You don't walk away in the middle of a fight. Get back here!" He shouted after her as she left the practice room with both the swords and the gear. The girl knew exactly what she had done. She'd just insulted the head of the Izo group. "Defeat is worse than death because you have to live with it." This is what the head had always said to her when he was training her and she had just insulted him by not killing him. He had been defeated by her and she had not killed him. The head had his philosophy, and she had her's. "Never kill unless you absolutely have to." She lived by this rule.
As the first daughter of the Izo group, she would be the one to inherit the name of head when her parents were old or dead. Since she could hold something and heavy as a dagger, she had been trained to kill. Kendo, judo, karate, kung fu, she had been taught all of these and later had a specialist teach her a whole different style of fighting. She knew him only as Nokizo. He was the best martial artist in the Izo group and no one could top him, which was why he was always sent on the "really important" assignments. Everyday he was free, the little girl had to duel with him. Every time she lost, and every time, she would get a night in that room until she could beat that guy.
A two year old couldn't possibly defeat a twenty-five year old man who was five times her size, but to her parents, size and age didn't matter. Failing was not an option. To fail was what would get her killed on the "battlefield," or so her parents said.
The girl dropped the swords on the floor in her room and then struggled to get the gear off, but all of the ties were too small for her gloved hands. Getting the gear on always required an assistant; it was the same with getting it off too. "Sis?" the dark haired girl turned towards the door where there was another smaller head of dark hair. The older girl's face lit up instantly.
"Hey Kit. Can you help me with getting these off?" She asked, gesturing to the leather outfit she was wearing.
The little girl's face lit up with a giant grin and she happily hopped into the room. The small two year old crawled onto the tall bed and began to untie the strings that held the leather on her sister's body. When all of the sweat soaked gear was off, the girl set them outside of her door in the hall where one of the younger newbies would come and pick it up to be washed later.
"Do you want to take a bath with me Kit?" The older girl offered the littler one.
"Yes!" she said, nodding quickly in agreement.
"Go get your pajamas ready then." The little girl then left the room to fetch her sleeping clothes.
Monday came quickly, but even over the long weekend, Kaoru couldn't forget what had happened that night in the maze. It was so scary the way it happened and it kept replaying in his head over and over again.
Kitsune watched the twin as he kept remembering what happened and she laughed at his struggling. "It was only a bird Kaoru."
"That thing came out of nowhere and it was making so much noise before it showed itself that anyone would have thought that it was a wolf or a fox." Kaoru defended.
"Wolves and foxes are too scared of humans to come down from the forest to the garden. Plus they have no reason to leave the forest to come to the garden anyway. You're just really skittish." Kitsune said to him.
"I am not." Kaoru whined.
"You're so cute when your frustrated Kaoru." Kitsune pointed out. Then she burst out laughing when she saw his expression. Kaoru had his mouth hanging open and he looked highly offended. It was so cute. Even Hikaru started laughing at the expression his twin was making.
"You guys are so mean." Kaoru pouted. He made his own little emo corner in the limo and started planting mushrooms.
"Hey, Tamaki's the one that plants the mushrooms Kaoru." Hikaru giggled.
"So? I can plant mushrooms if I want to." He grumbled.
"Kaoru, it was your fault for being so cute." Kitsune said.
"I'm not cute! A guy does not like to be called cute." He cried.
"But you are cute." Hikaru said.
"You even turned Hikaru on me."
"I didn't do that on purpose." She then glanced out the window and saw that they were just arriving at the school. "See you later guys." she said before leaving the limo by herself. They didn't have the same classes together today, so she had to find them herself. History 11 AP was her first class of the day, much to her dissatisfaction. Kitsune usually enjoyed History, but if it was AP then screw it. She wasn't as advanced as Yuzuha would like her to be. She never would.
Her class was located in the building to the left of the main building and it was on the second floor. Why did rich people have to be so elaborate? An elevator would have been nice. As she traveled up the stairs, she watched what nature was doing outside through the huge windows. It was sunny and bright, like usual, but something seemed off. She'd woken up this morning with that feeling in the pit of her stomach. That feeling that something bad was going to happen that day.
Unconsciously, she had stopped ascending the stairs to stare out the window when she saw an unnatural movement in the shrubbery near a tree. Strange. Turning around to go check it out, she ran into a really tall dark haired man.
"Ow." she muttered, then stepped back rubbing her nose.
"My apologizes Kitsune Hitachiin, but maybe you shouldn't turn so suddenly like that." Said the dark voice she had heard last Friday.
Still rubbing her nose, she looked up into the face of Kyoya, the one who always had the notebook in the club. "Oh, it's you." Was all that she said.
"Kyoya Otori, and where might you be going? Classes are about to start." He asked, helping her to her feet.
"I'm not going anywhere but to class." Kitsune said, taking her arm from the man and running the rest of the way up the stairs, leaving Kyoya with an amused look on his face. When she disappeared up the stairs, Kyoya glanced out the window. He, too, had seen the unnatural movement in the shrubs and was wary of what it meant.
Kitsune said nothing. Introductions were a pain and something she refused to do. Just because she was now a member of a rich family, didn't mean that she had to be polite. She was still born a 'commoner' and nothing could change that.
"Miss Hitachiin, would you please introduce yourself?" The instructor asked.
Kitsune shook her head. They wouldn't be getting anything out of her today. She was determined not to say anything in any of her classes today just because it was odd to her that she was talking a whole lot more than what used to be normal. Being in the Hitachiin family had broken her of her quietness, much to her dissatisfaction. She actually missed the silence a little bit.
"Sir, she is obviously not comfortable with this. Why don't you just let her sit down?" Said an amused voice. Oh yeah. Having Kyoya Otori in this class didn't help considering that he annoyed her for no apparent reason.
The instructor finally sighed and gave up on making her talk. "Take the empty seat next to Mr. Otori Miss Hitachiin." Kitsune could feel her eye twitch. Why did this guy annoy her so much? He never did anything to her, did he? Oh well. She walked down the aisle and took the empty seat next to the annoying Otori. He was smirking at her. This guy was weird. Throughout the entire class period, he looked at her with a foxy grin on his face. Looks like she was right to think that he was evil.
When the class was finally over, she rushed out of the classroom in an attempt to get away from the evil Otori. Her next class was in the same building, but it was on the first floor instead of the second.
"Where are you headed now?" asked the annoyance.
"Would you leave me alone? Creeper." she said.
"The French I and French II classes are having jointed classes today. Tamaki will be there too." He said. If he already knew what class she was taking, why ask? He left her alone on the stairwell.
When she was sure that Kyoya was gone, she ran down the stairs two at a time and then ran outside to the place that she had seen earlier. She gave a quick look over of the shrubs and then walked around the tree that was on the other side of the bushes. Nothing looked out of the ordinary, but Kitsune knew that that wasn't the case. Bushes didn't move when there was no wind blowing. She looked around the back of the tree and found nothing there.
Frowning, Kitsune gave up and began to walk back to the building, but she never got farther than the bushes. A piece of chemically soaked cloth was clamped over her mouth. Kitsune dug her feet in and thrust her elbow back. She felt the contact with something solid. It was a body alright. They both went down and, much to her discomfort, they were hidden by the giant willow tree. The person used both hands to keep the cloth over her mouth, and Kitsune's vision was starting to get hazy, so she did the only thing she could think of. She found her attacker's neck and started to squeeze. She felt the person's discomfort, but they didn't let go of the cloth that was slowly making her fall asleep.
The last thing she remembered was two dark figures coming up in front of her and laughing. Everything went black and she couldn't comprehend what was going to happen.
Hope that you're intrigued. The next chapter should be full of action and suspense. A lot of secrets are revealed too.
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