Haruna: Every character in here is MIIINE :D (Oh, everyone but hunterxhunter creeps that might pop out of anywhere *suspicious like*). And here comes the second chapie, please enjoy and tell me if you like it or not! Good luck \o
Galileo, a loyal servant, was now taking the newborn baby girl to somewhere the mother knew it was the best choice. Actually, her only choice. For the very first time in life, Avis prayed for her daughter, knowing the horrid life she was going to have. On a note to the president of the school, she gave the baby's name, carefully omitting the troubled middle names. Yako Ruach Ryutsuki Aquarii was now Yako Ruach. The president, Akashi, would know it was a lie, but at least he would let the girl to stay there. "Hopefully…"
Sighing, the woman heard the sound of furious steps coming directly to her room, so she knew it was the end. "No", Avis thought while a sheepish smile. "It's only the beginning." Two men slammed the door and without a single word, handcuffed and dragged her through the castle, taking a short time to arrive at the courtyard where a little crowd was already there. And Ígaro.
The so-called King was there too, but she didn't care, not even a single damn was given to the man's existence. Her eyes and mind were completely focused on the young man beside her.
"She is healthy. And has your eyes: brown, warm and yet so… powerful!" Mentally, she gave him the image of their daughter.
"But she has your fox tail! Oh, why can't we stay and see her grow like any other kid? Imagine!"
"We can't. You know it's painful for us all, and we agreed to take care of her from the other side."
"I know, I know… I never held her, but I already miss that little warm body so much…" He sighed. "Avis, mon amour, are you sure you're ok with this?"
"Yes. You showed me everything of the place where you came from, and how to go there safely. We have to do this. For Yako." A tear ran across her cheek while the same two men tied a rope around her neck.
"You're right. Avis… I love you, and I don't regret a single thing that happened to me while we were together." He said in her head with a sweet smile.
"And I love you too."
They shared one last meaningful look, before the sentence was given. Next thing they knew, they were dead. And then they saw nothing, just a dark and cold… nothing. Without a word they walked toward the warm breeze tickling their bodies, not ever once they looked back. Suddenly… Light! They opened their eyes, looking to a giant forest. Laughing as hard as possible, hugging and crying, they knew the plan was now complete. Even if they'd lost their bodies, their souls would always be alive, and for that, they'd be able to keep an eye on the girl they both loved more than their own lives. And now, absolutely nothing could keep them apart. Who would have the guts to flirt with the girl of Prince of hell himself? Or else, to dare thinking on the little girl, now being placed with nothing but a book, a red ribbon, a necklace and a letter on the first step in front of the Kitsune School.
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I sighed at the complete silence that was dominating the library. Yes, it's supposed to be like this, but when you're in the middle of the night, surrounded by books and the fear for doing something that I'm not allowed to do is ruining your nerves, silence might be a bit… uncomfortable. In this kind of situation, the smallest sound (like a turn of a page) could be a blood-thirsty-zombie-assassin wanting your brain. I admit it, if it wasn't for Kinoto, I'd be attacking my own shadow. Which I already did. Twice.
Well, Kinoto-the-annoying-fur-ball is the closest thing I have of a friend. He is a cat-boy hiding from the creeps of the "Celestial Dimension" who want them as a pet, and I really don't understand the reason of his affection for me, the most hated person of this dimension, and as far as I know, of others too. One day after a rough time at the 'dungeon', I was at the library (Ah-ah, what a surprise). He, in his cat form, simply stood there and stared at me. A black cat with an unmistakable Cheshire-like smile was staring and now purring at me. Since I don't have anyone to talk to, he became a nice company. Helped me after the punishments, once I couldn't write with my left hand, annoyed me, made me company, annoyed me… Besides, I discovered that annoying him could be a nice time-killer. (Sure, a hobby turned to be a matter of honor after a while, but he didn't mind).
- This could be helpful! – Said him after throwing a gigantic book in front of me, making me jump from my chair. Again.
I glanced at the book, only to read the title: "The romantic tales of Resis and Lola" wrote in a red heart with white doves flying behind it. Ew. Makes me want to throw snails at him AND the book. Without a warning, I slowly glared at him. The fur ball was obviously unaware of my not-oh-so-joyful mood, and decided to mock me.
- What exactly are you trying to insinuate here, Kinoto-san?
- Ooooh, nothing. – He said with an amused smile. He wanted to play? Fine. Let's play.
- Really? Nothing? – I asked running my fingers on the book cover. Hmm, it was conveniently heavy AND large…
- Ah, you know… - The boy looked like a little kid, hiding his hands behinds his back and poking a hole on the floor with his foot. Nope, not snails, something a bit more… Despairing, let's say… Spiders. But, what if… Yes, I think it'll do. - Just like the old stories you could fall in lo… OOOOOOOUUCH! – Kinoto yelled and rubbed the now growing bump on the back of his head.
- Oh my goodness! The book! – I cynically cried out looking at the gigantic book lying on the floor next to the knocked down cat-boy. – It flew off from my hand landed on your exceptionally big and round head!
- My head is not big! – Pouted him childishly, still rubbing the considerable huge bump. – And it did not fly from your head, considering the speed it was…
- No, no, no! It was like magic! Here, let me show to you again. – I said grabbing the nearest non-useful book.
- OK OK, I got it! No more romantic books, I got it! – Yeah, I was looking with the corner of my eyes while playing with a book in my hand. – But without any attempts of murder here…
- It only depends of you.
- … Let me finish. Why do you even hate so much this love stories thing?
I sighed once more and looked at Kinoto, still sitting on the floor. I chuckled at his pathetic attempt of self defense (Which consisted on raising his arms to protect his head), and began to explain:
- Basically, I read a lot of this shoujo stuff, lovey-dovey books but they always end up on tragedy. It's kind of boring. - Besides, there is the fact that I hate men, always trying to flirt with women until they win their love, and when they do it, simply go away and start all over again. The woman kills herself, seeks for revenge, give up on life…
Vigorously shaking my head to the sides, I denied love off of my life again. (I did it first when I finished the first tragedy tale I've read.)
- But do you even know what love is? Besides of what you read on books?
I hesitated; my mouth was open but no sound came from it.
- I know plenty to know that it is annoying. Could we please change the subject?
- Fine. Let's clean up this mess before someone come to the library. – He pointed at the 'book-cave' I've done while trying to find a solution about my curse. The damn mark I have below my neck that seems to disgust anyone who had seen it.
With my 'studies', I discovered that everyone who had this… thing printed on their body, was meant to be the Devil's loyal servant, and was the great evil incarnate. I personally didn't feel like a great evil myself, so I guess it's just a myth. But there was a part where the myth said that whenever there was a Devil's work, there'd be the God's work to destroy it. So, a miraculous baby was born and was going to kill me. Luckily, the wonder baby isn't in this dimension, and so I'm still alive.
But I know that on these four years of mine, I've been lucky to be alive. Sure, and strong, because the punishments they give me here are physical. Electricity, hot iron, cold water, whips, punching and kicking, poisons… Everything there's to be imagined. But you know what they say: What doesn't kill me makes me stronger. And so, electricity or poison doesn't affect me anymore. Hot iron? Whips? No problems! But it's hard to find a place without scars or bruises. And I almost don't feel the general aggression they give me. In four years, I've grown a lot (not in height, but in 'maturity years', of course), and all by myself. Learnt to read, talk and write. Besides the basic, I'm able to understand much more, and that includes people. I really don't know how, but I can talk with people in my head (only did it with Kinoto), and sometimes, predict what they're about to say. Oh, and my sixth sense is awesome! Helped me a lot of times… Like now.
Suddenly being awake of my day-dreaming, I heard the sound of steps. Instinctively my fox ear went up, as well as my senses. Eyeing the now frighten and on his cat-form Kinoto, I quickly finished the mess, but I knew the escape was impossible. The steps were getting closer, and I could perfectly tell who was making that boring sound. Shouzaa. The worst of them.
My ears flopped down as I gave up on trying to run away. It was just helpless. No matter if I escaped or not, sooner or later I was going to detention anyway. Grabbing the nearest book I began to read again, getting as comfy as I could, waiting for my monster-faith to arrive. (A lot of my day dreams are about me torturing or mocking her. And my latest master piece was to imagine her with Death's cloak) Even though I hated doing this, I learned that escaping was simply a waste of my time. Inwardly, I was yelling my liver off, yanking my hair out and hitting my head on the desk at full speed. Eeeverything at the same time. Outside, I had my best poker face on. Mrs. walking-fossil, or as they call her, Mrs. Fuyairi, was the worst principal ever. Always with social clothes, hair flawlessly pulled back in a pony-tail, which made her look like a Teletubbie demon or something. Only God knows her age (I think that not even he knows it), but as much as I'd like to say otherwise, she was ageless. No white hair. No facial expression. Nothing. Sometimes, I like to think that she eats the soul of her students to keep a body like that.
And the steps were getting closer. That annoying sound reaching my contracted ears. But the annoyingly-annoying-toc-toc-tec sound wouldn't stop, even as much as I wished for it to stop. At least, not while she didn't get her share of happiness a.k.a my agony. My sorrow must be like some sort of candy, because the more she gets, the more she wants it. Thinking a little deeper, it's not just the dinosaur approaching purposely slowly, it's about everyone ô.õ. I'll start to charge people for my sorrow. With a small smirk, I waited for the creep to get closer to me. "Say hello politely to the worst Shouzaa ever born, little fox!" Warned my partially-good side. And then my not-at-all-good-side locked him up and possessed me. Oh boy, this is gonna be FUN!
- Miss Ruach. - It said.
- 'Sup. – Still starring at the book to hide my smirk.
- You know you're not allowed to stay here after nine o'clock, and it's nine and ten. What's your excuse this time, missy?
- I was bored. That bed it's too comfort for me. – I theatrically sighed and closed the book. – And yourself? Got tired of your voodoo dolls, came to read one of your 'how-to-curse-a-student for dummies' or you were just sad for not seeing my pretty face for three entire hours? – Oh, I was going to hell anyway, why not make fun out of it? Besides, I couldn't help but turning my head to face her with my best demoniac-grin ever.
She barely moved muscle of her icky face when writing down on the drawing board. When our eyes met, I could see the happiness running through them both. I couldn't escape. I was going to detention again! I bet that inwardly, the ignoble being was jumping and pointing to my face yelling:"HA HA, I WON! OH JOY, PLEASE, LET'S DO MORE OF THIS!" I dragged my attention back to the book.
- Miss Ruach, why don't you behave like any other normal kid of your age? It can't be that hard, huh?
- Oh, believe me, you wouldn't know. Besides, I'm the one that brings bliss to this cemetery, don't you think?
- Detention.
- Oh really? – I said with the most uninterested tone I could.
- On the isolation room.
- You meant: The dungeon.
- Chained and mouth-folded.
- Don't forget the whips.
- A day without food…
- Not new.
- Completely alone.
- There are enough skeletons there to keep me company. – Flipping pages, oh Oh OH OH ~. Keeping my bored tone is getting hard, I need to laugh at this game! At least, I always win on this one.
- Ok, then Stinx will take care of you…
- OH-BOY-so-boring. – Oh, this time I saw a twitch of nerves on her forehead!
- No lights at all…
- I can see in the da-ark – I sang.
- And no access to the library for three days. – Uh-oh. In shock, my eyes widened and my mind went blank for a few seconds.
- I how am I supposed to do your adorable homework, mistress?
And now she smiled.
- I don't know. You're not a normal little crea… kid, I'm sure you'll find a way.
- I might not be normal but at least, I – Dramatic-break-that-lasts-one-second - am trying to fix this issue, ne? – Ok, now I've crossed the line. Like… BIG time… Oops.
Mrs. Fossil now glared at me, death finding it's almost perfect personification. The woman nearly dashed at me, who by the time, was in a fighting position, knowing that today was going to be a STN (special-torture-night). Before she could actually reach me, something really weird happened. And I think it's because I was more angered then usually: The nearest window opened violently, and a windstorm broke in, only to hit the surprised (and furious) Mrs. Fuyairi right on the face. But what really scared me was the fact that I was in front of the window, but the gust of wind merely tickled my back. It's like... I was controlling it. I wanted the wind to get stronger against her. It obeyed me, and Mrs. Fuyairi was knocked down. When she looked up to meet my eyes, I could sense the fear in it. I bet my eyes were scarlet, because as far as I knew, whenever I get really angry, they turned red. Blood red. Anger red. And I couldn't help but want to feel the blood in my hands, in my now pulled out claws. I hated this feeling, but it was bigger than me. I was far too tired of being treated like rubbish. Oops, my inner-self escaped and was going to kill someone. Too bad, so… Nope, not sad. At all.
Haruna: TE HE HE HE *Hisoka like*
Gon: *pokes* Oi, Haru-chan, are you okay ô.õ?
Haruna: Couldn't be ANY better. *Still grinning* Ya know why?
Gon: Why :D?
Haruna: Hi-mi-tsu. TE HE HE HE HE 8D
Gon: *teary eyes* PWEEEEEEEASE tell me Ç.Ç
Haruna: No. And stop doing that ô.õ
Killua: *joins the scene* PWEEEEEEEEASE Ç.Ç JUST A LITTLE HINT!
Haruna:… ö.ö you're making yourselves look… pitiful Ö_Ç
Leorio and Kurapika: PWEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAASE Ç.Ç
Haruna: OH MY GOD, EVEN YOU?
Everyone: Ç.Ç *all puppy like*
Haruna: *face palm* ARGH, fine ¬¬
Everyone: YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY \o/ *Sits down like a bunch of… kids*
Haruna: *Sigh* Guess who is going to appear next chapter? HUH? *Wink-wink-nudge-nudge*
Hisoka: ME!
Everyone: GETTHEDUCKAWAYFROMHERE! *Throw a lot of random things at him*
Haruna: *Still looking at the point where Hisoka poped out from* As I was SAYING… I wasn't saying, you're supposed to guess it.
Killua: DAMN. So close T_T Is it… ME :D?
Haruna: Maaaaybe…
Killua: WHATDAYAMEANMAY-
Haruna: OH JEE LOOK, THE COMMERCIALS! *Running away in circles*
Killua: WE AREN'T… IN THE TELEVISION… AND- *Running in circles trying to hit Haruna with hammer toy*
Illumi: *eating cereal in the perfect kitchen of the future* Review… Or else Hisoka is going to eat you. Alive~ *Dull glare*
Kurapika, Leorio and Gon: *Twitch*