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Death and the Maiden - Zombie-Loan	By : OokamiKasumi Category: -Misc Anime > Het - Male/Female Views: 1281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Death and the Maiden - Zombie-Loan
- 2-One
- 3-Two
- 4-Three
- 5-Four
- 6-Five
- 7-Six
- 8-Seven
- 9-Eight
- 10-Nine
- 11-Ten
- 12-Eleven
- 13-Twelve
- 14-Thirteen
- 15-Fourteen
- 16-Fifteen
- 17-Sixteen
- 18-Seventeen
- 19-Eighteen
- 20-Nineteen - END
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Death and the Maiden
A Zombie-Loan Fan-fiction By Ookami Kasumi
~ One ~
Still dressed in her school uniform; a burgundy turtleneck dress with a mauve sailor-styled short jacket, Michiru Kita strode across the creaky wood floor of the Black Dorm's decrepit dining room. She set her dinner bowl and chop sticks down on a table that was little more than boards set across saw horses, but the white table cloth was clean and creased from being pressed. The dining room itself was small, the saw-horse table and its eight miss-matched wooden chairs taking up most of it.
A battered tile-top counter across the far end of the room was all that divided the dining area from the kitchen area. The sinks and squealing copper pipes dated back to the turn of the century, but the polished steel gas stove and massive stainless steel refrigerator were less than a year old.
Despite the crumbling and faded red plaster walls with its creaky, uneven flooring, the dining room was bright from the early November sunset spilling through the row of aged windows that made up the entire back wall. The view from said windows however, was more than a little depressing; a weed-filled graveyard that surrounded the entire building.
Once upon a time, the ramshackle dormitory had been a chapel for the aged Victorian Catholic school that Michiru attended; Kokuba Academy. As such, the school was only a short walk beyond the tall wrought iron fence guarding the cemetery surrounding the dormitory. She'd be graduating next spring - if she lived that long.
With a small huff of impatience, Michiru took a seat in one of the miss-matched battered chairs. I'll worry about the future when it gets here. She picked up her chopsticks and shook her head to whisk the long forelocks of her hair from in front of her over-sized round glasses.
Several of her friends in class had commented on how the odd lighting in both the dorm and the school tended to make her sandy-blonde hair look oddly...lavender. They had also remarked that with the way her forelocks were long in the front, yet the back was so much shorter, it looked as though her hair had been hacked off with a meat cleaver.
Little did her classmates guess, it actually had. A meat cleaver in the hands of an insane zombie teacher had done the original damage to her hair by shearing off one of her waist-length braids at the jaw-line. Chika's sword in her own hands had done the rest. She hadn't been able to find the scissors.
That had been almost two years ago.
Since then, her forelocks had grown well past her breasts, and the back past her shoulders. More importantly though, the strangeness that had taken over her life -zombie people, zombie animals, ghosts, astral hands, ectoplasmic weapons, ferrymen for the dead, werewolves, sorcerers, and shinigami reapers- had become an almost daily occurrence.
With a small smile at her dinner companion, Michiru took up a small morsel of chicken and rice in her chopsticks and held it up to the small doll-sized shinigami, reaper that sat by her chipped tea cup. Despite the fact that the reaper was little more than a bandaged head revealing only one violet eye with a mop of blood red hair, a tattered cape, and a pair of shoes, Michiru found him adorable.
The tiny man opened a mouth normally hidden by his facial bandages to take in the bite, and scowled while chewing.
Michiru didn't blame him for scowling. Under normal circumstances, the reaper was a tall and menacing winged figure swathed in bandages. Draped in black leather and blood-black feathers, he wielded a scythe twice as long as he was tall. His purpose was to take the lives of those unsanctioned to live; corpses that refused to stay dead; zombies. Unfortunately, his core, what passed for a soul among his kind, had been stolen, reducing the powerful spirit into little more than a doll.
In trade for assistance in getting his core back, he had agreed to help the members of Z-Loan in their quest to do exactly the same job, hunt down unsanctioned zombies, and the occasional ghost.
The reaper had proved extremely helpful - to her anyway. He had taken it upon himself to train her to use her cursed eyes, her shinigami sight that saw death creeping up on the unaware by way of a shadowy ring that appeared around the throat of the unsuspecting victim. Through the reaper's coaching, she'd gotten quite proficient at seeking and finding the black-ringed undead hiding among the living.
While she still wasn't a fighter, by any means, she was no longer a burden to her two teammates, Shito and Chika. All she had to do was take off her glasses and concentrate, and her eyes would automatically seek out any zombie nearby. At the moment, she was still limited to a six-hundred meter radius, but that was widening every day.
Despite the fact that her sight unnerved her- Who in their right mind would want to know that someone was about to die? -she was grateful that she could finally do her part to help pay off not only her teammates' debts for their loans on life, but her own debt as well.
That zombie teacher hadn't just cut her hair, she'd practically cut Michiru in half. Because of this, she currently owed Bekko, the local ferryman and proprietor of Z-Loan, for her literal lease on life.
Michiru passed the reaper another morsel and smiled. He was so adorable; especially when he was trying to be fierce. However, the bitter truth was that sooner or later, the reaper's core would be returned to him and he would resume his duties as a slayer of the undead. Sooner or later, the little reaper would leave her behind.
She would miss him, terribly.
Her teammate, the silver-haired, lanky, and loud, Chika Akatsuki flopped into the battered chair on her right. His arms thumped down, vibrating the boards that made up the table. His golden eyes narrowed on the tiny doll-like figure seated beside Michiru's bowl. "What kind of stupid name for a grim reaper is Zarame; 'Sugar Candy'?"
The tiny man scowled ferociously at Chika and spoke in his deep penetrating voice. "That's not my damned name!"
Michiru frowned at the little reaper. "It's not?"
"Eh?" Chika frowned at Michiru. "What'd he say?"
Michiru rolled her eyes. For some odd reason, everyone claimed that the reaper spoke in high-pitched incomprehensible squeaks. She had no clue what they were talking about. That's not at all what he sounded like to her. "He says it's not his name."
The reaper turned his violet glare on Michiru. "That damned brat of a supposed assistant gave me that god-awful nick-name. Since no one could understand me, everyone just took her word for it."
Michiru blinked. "He says it's a nick-name that Miss Koume came up with." She frowned at the tiny man. "Why would she do something so mean?"
The reaper rolled his one visible eye. "Because she hates my guts. Why else?"
Michiru shook her head. That cute little pig-tailed girl hated him? It was kind of difficult to believe that such an emotionless waif was capable of expressing any feelings at all, never mind hate. She barely spoke above a monotone and never smiled. "Why would Miss Koume hate you?"
The reaper snorted and theoretically crossed his less than visible arms. "Take a wild guess." He lifted his chin. "Here, I'll even give you a clue. What do I do?" He cleared his throat. "Under normal circumstances."
Michiru frowned. "You reap souls...?"
The reaper lifted a tiny red brow over his only visible eye. "Now why would someone have a problem with that?"
Michiru shook her head. "The only reason I can think of, is if they didn't want someone to be...reaped?"
The reaper nodded. "Keep going."
Chika scowled. "Che...! Never mind all that crap!" He flicked his fingers at Michiru's temple.
Michiru ducked back, just barely avoiding the flick. "Hey...!"
Chika waved at the tiny grim reaper. "If it's not Sugar Candy, then what is his name?"
The tiny spirit turned to Chika and loosed a low rumbling growl. "None of your god-damned business, you interfering corpse-brat!"
Michiru twitched, just a little. No way was she repeating that! "Um... He says he doesn't want to say."
Chika's dark brows rose. "Fine." His lips curled into a vicious smile. "Then Mr. Sugar Candy it is!" He bounced out of the chair and tromped over to the far end of the room to set both elbows on the long counter that bordered the kitchen area. "Hey, Koyomi! What's for dinner?"
The ever cheerful, dark-haired, Koyomi Yoimachi, turned from stirring the huge wok balanced on top of the gleaming gas stove against the back wall to fill a large white bowl. She was a school alumni, having graduated with honors two years ago, and currently in her second year of college. She was majoring in anthropology and mythological studies at the neighboring Kokuba University.
Koyomi grinned at Chika, the curling pig-tails of her chocolate hair bouncing against her shoulders, and stretched out her hand to offer Chika the heaping bowl and some chopsticks. "Dinner is chicken, rice, and veggies!" Her maroon red track suit strained across her full bust-line, broad hips, and rounded bottom. "Eat up!"
Chika took the bowl. "Yeah, thanks." He headed back to the table with a sour twist of his lips. "Damn, white meat again."
The reaper loosed a low liquid growl. "When I return to my proper self, I am definitely going to beat that little shit into the ground!"
Michiru was kind of relieved. While the threat was probably real, a beating implied that Chika would at least survive the experience. He wouldn't survive being reaped. However... "If you hate being called Mr. Sugar Candy so much, why don't you just tell us your name?"
The reaper huffed. "Names have power, idiot fledgling. I'm not about to give one of the walking dead my name! Hell only knows what he'll do with it."
Michiru slumped where she sat. Why did men have to be so...difficult? She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. Okay, let's try this again. She lifted her head and eyed the tiny man. "So, how about giving us something close, something you don't mind us calling you by?"
The reaper looked away and frowned, though it wasn't exactly easy to tell with his face mostly covered. He turned back and his one red eye focused on her. "You can call me Kurou, Crow."
Michiru blinked. "Oh, after the bird?" It made sense. The first time she'd seen him he'd had huge black wings. Oddly, the second time she'd seen him, not counting his current tiny form, he hadn't had wings, just a whole lot of feathers around his collar and a long black leather cape.
Kurou nodded, then looked away. "My father was a tengu, a bird spirit from the crow line."
Michiru's mouth fell open in shock. "You have a father?"
Kurou rolled his one violet eye. "Of course I have a father and a mother too! How the hell do you think I happened?"
Michiru winced. Truthfully, she'd kind of assumed that he'd sort of just...poofed into existence. He was a spirit after all.
Kurou narrowed his eye at her. "Look, I may be just a spirit now, but I was born with two parents just like every other living being. I didn't just poof into existence."
Michiru stared at him wide-eyed. Oh God, don't tell me he's telepathic?
Kurou heaved a sigh and tilted his head. "No, I'm not telepathic." He snorted. "You're just that easy to read." He shook his head. "Can we finish eating now?"
"Oh, yeah, sure...!" Michiru hastily plucked more food from her bowl and fed it the reaper.
Kurou chewed for a bit then his visible eye narrowed. "How about a bath after dinner?"
Michiru blinked. "A bath...?" Well, this was one of the nights the guys got the shower room, and the girls got the bathing room with the extra deep stone tub. The building might be falling down around their ears, but the hot water supply was practically endless, making the huge tub the dorm's one true luxury. She smiled. "Sure, why not?"
Kurou's eye creased in what passed for one of his smiles. "Excellent."
"You're not taking baths with that, are you?" The voice was cool, smooth, slightly accented, and right next to Michiru's left ear.
"Eh...?" She stiffened and turned sharply.
Her other teammate, the black-haired, burgundy-eyed, and painfully elegant, Shito Tachibana was seated in the chair on her left. He held a bowl in his left hand and a pair of expensive teak chopsticks in his right. He'd had somehow gotten his dinner and slid into the chair without her noticing that he'd even entered the room.
She frowned at him, refusing to show that he'd unnerved her with his stealth - again. "What's wrong with that?"
Shito stared at the tiny reaper with narrowed eyes. "Because you shouldn't be bathing with unrelated males. It's indecent, especially when you're still a virgin."
Her face burning with embarrassment, Michiru lunged from her chair to cover Shito's mouth with both her hands. "Don't say that word!"
Shito's brows lifted. "What word?" His voice was muffled by her hands, but his words were still fairly clear - so was his smile. "Virgin...?"
Michiru's face got even hotter. She pressed harder. "Stop saying that!"
"Oh come on, gopher...!" Chika dropped heavily into the chair on Michiru's right side and set his dinner bowl down with a thump. He grinned. "It's so obvious that you're a virrrrr-gin."
"Eep!" Michiru twisted all the way around to cover Chika's mouth. "Don't...!"
Chika caught her by the wrists, stopping her hands only inches from his grinning lips. "Don't what? Say you're a virrr~gin?"
"Stop it!" Michiru twisted and pulled, struggling to reach Chika's mouth. "Stop saying that!"
Utterly ignored, the tiny reaper conjured a miniature scythe, hopped up onto the edge of Michiru's bowl, and speared a hunk of chicken. His mouth opened impossibly wide and he shoved the hunk of chicken in, chewing with gusto.
Michiru continued to struggle with Chika. "You're so mean!"
Shito snorted, set his elbow on the table then set his chin on his upraised hand. "The more you try to stop him, the more he's going to do it."
Chika nodded. "He's right you know." His grin turned positively evil. "Virgin! Virgin! Virrrr~gin!"
"You...!" Michiru growled and kicked at Chika's shins. "Cut it out!"
Chika jerked his legs to the side and laughed. "Oh, dirty fighting - virgin!"
At that moment, the tall, brash, and muscular Aso Sotetsu ducked under the door's lintel and stepped into the dorm dining room. Aso was another alumnus who'd graduated two years ago, but instead of attending the university, he'd gotten a job as a cook in a nearby beer and soba shop.
As usual, Aso's hair was a mop of heavily dyed red and blond, though the roots were clearly black, and he sported a leather eye-patch. His pale blue shirt was little more than a rag with the sleeves torn off and the buttons utterly missing, but it was tucked into scrupulously pressed black cargo pants. The tall man frowned slightly. "Who's a virgin?"
Chika and Shito spoke at the same time. "Kita."
Aso blinked. "Yeah, so?" He wandered over in Koyomi's direction.
Michiru wilted, her hands going limp in Chika's grasp. "You guys are awful."
Snickering, Chika let her go. "Ever since you grew something of a backbone, you're so much fun to play with."
Michiru sank into her chair and stuck her tongue out at her tormentor.
Dark haired Shito snorted. "As if you even know what to do with that?"
Michiru blinked, confused. "Do with what?"
Shito, Chika, and the tiny reaper all rolled their respective eyes.
Aso leaned over the counter and smiled at Koyomi. "What's for dinner, pretty?"
Koyomi looked up at Aso then ducked her head. Her cheeks flushed a warm pink. "Um, Nothing special, just chicken, and rice with vegetables." She held out a heaping bowl.
Aso took the bowl and winked. "Not true. Everything you make is special."
Chika curled his lip at Aso and Koyomi. He leaned behind Michiru toward Shito. "When did those two become all...mushy and stuff?"
Michiru smiled at the couple wistfully. She hoped that someday, someone would think she was special too. "Oh, Koyomi has liked him all along, but Aso didn't notice until after our trip to China. Isn't it sweet?"
Chika slouched back in his chair and spoke very dryly. "Yeah, just watching it is giving me cavities." He turned to his bowl and started shoveling food into his mouth.
Michiru turned to her bowl, only to discover that her bowl seemed to contain only rice and vegetables. She frowned. What the...? She dug a bit with her chopsticks. Yep every last morsel of chicken was gone.
The tiny reaper burped - loudly.
Eyes wide she looked sharply over at Kurou.
The reaper's stomach was hugely engorged. His eye closed and a smile formed behind his bandages. "Good."
Defeated, Michiru dug into her rice and vegetables.
Aso clomped over to the table and scraped back a chair directly across from Michiru. "So what was this about Michiru-chan being a virgin?" He sat with a heavy thump.
Groaning and hot-faced, Michiru sank into her chair with her bowl. "Would you stop with that word already? Please...?"
Holding a delicate and clearly ancient Chinese tea cup with both hands in the formal manner, Shito's burgundy eyes narrowed. "Miss Kita has foolishly been bathing with that." He nodded toward the doll-like reaper sitting by Michiru's tea cup.
Chika promptly choked on his mouthful. "She...what?" He cleared his throat and scowled. "Well, I knew she slept with him..."
Shito whipped around to stare at Chika. "What...?"
Chika rolled his eyes. "As in, she tucks him under the covers with her."
Aso swallowed his mouthful and snorted. "Bathing or sleeping, I don't see the big deal." He smiled slyly at the tiny reaper. "It's not as if he's big enough to do anything."
The tiny reaper glared back at him and growled.
Chika blinked. "You have a point." He also turned to grin at the tiny reaper. "He doesn't even make a medium-sized dildo."
The tiny reaper conjured a miniature scythe and stabbed at Chika's hand. "Bastard...!"
Chika laughed and pulled back his hand. "Oh, feeling sensitive, are we?"
Michiru tilted her head to one side and frowned. "What's a...dildo?" She'd heard it mentioned before by some of her female classmates, but when she'd asked, they always changed the subject.
Kurou froze in mid-stab to stare at her.
Aso and Chika blinked at her wide-eyed, then ducked their heads to snicker into their sleeves.
Michiru's frown deepened. "What? Is it some kind of secret?"
Shito sighed and shook his head. "It is a toy used by women who are not virgins."
Michiru puzzled over that. "A...toy?" Then the rest of Shito's sentence sank in. Her face heated once again. "And what does it have to do with...that?"
Chika's snickers became outright laughter. "Ask..." He gasped in a breath. "Ask Koyomi!"
Koyomi dropped into the chair beside Aso, sitting across from Michiru. "Ask me what?" She lifted her bowl and took a bite.
Michiru leaned forward and set her elbows on the table. "What's a dildo?"
Koyomi spat her food onto the table.
Michiru pulled back just in time to avoid the splatter.
Chika laughed so hard he fell out of his chair to roll on the floor.
Aso dropped his head on the table and struggled to bury his laughter in his arms.
Shito calmly sipped his tea, but a smile played at the corner of his mouth.
Koyomi's chin abruptly dropped to her chest. A moment later, she lifted her head. Her brown eyes had gone ice blue and her gaze narrowed.
The tiny reaper stiffened. "Crap!" He flew up to grab Michiru by the sailor-style collar on her mauve jacket then hauled her up out of the chair with determined strength. "Bath! Now!"
Michiru grabbed for him. "Wait! I have to help with the dishes...!"
"It's okay Michiru, you go on ahead." Koyomi scowled ferociously at the boys, her narrowed blue eyes glittering with frost. "The boys can help with the dishes tonight."
The laughter cut off dead. All three of the guys straightened in their chairs, staring at Koyomi with wide-eyed fear.
Michiru blinked. Happy-go-lucky Koyomi never got angry and she never glared. However, her other personality, the ghost that cohabited and occasionally possessed Koyomi's body... "Mr. Yomi?"
The dark-haired girl smiled sweetly at Michiru. "Yes." She pulled out a large soup-ladle from the gods only knew where - her maroon track suit was that snug. "Go and take your bath." She leveled a narrow-eyed and vicious smile at her table mates. "I'll deal with the clowns."
Alarmed, Michiru gave in to the reaper's strangling tugs and left the dining room. The door closed on crashes, bangs, snarling feminine screams, and frightened masculine shouts. Wincing at the sounds, Michiru hurried down the hallway to her room to change out of her uniform.
~ ZL ~
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