Akai (Red) | By : mirialdo Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General Views: 3098 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Here's the beginning to this YnM fic that my muse has been bugging me about, apparently it's going to be a multiparter.. but hopefully I'll get it finished this year (-prays-). Basically it happens after the Kyoto Arc (it'll most likely be a meshing of both Anime and Manga, as I only have the anime version of Kyoto ^^; and the first three arc's in both mediums), also involves an original version of a more gruesome Red Riding Hood (also called 'Le Petit Chaperon Rouge' by Charles Perrault.. though this isn't his version.)I'll warn everyone now that this might not be for the faint of heart ^^;; There most likely will be spoliers, but nothing major I believe ^-^. Standard disclaimers apply.
Akai: Prologue
Hisoka gave a small sigh as he watched the battle progressing a few feet away, he knew who had started this, even without listening to the deeper voice snarling the name of their attacker. He had felt it the moment they had approached this place where all their studies on the case had led them. He had known the insane doctor had survived the fire, somehow, yet they never thought about him being connected to ‘this’ case. It was just too bizarre, even for Muraki, they had thought. After all, why would the doctor target older women, all of whom had grand children, it just made no sense.
And the way that the bodies were drained and left also was just too outlandish, and horrible to think about, let alone actually consider someone going through it over three times just to get their attention. He still could see the pictures of the carmine stained wine bottles filled with the blood from the elderly women, and the plates holding the raw bloody meat that looked nothing like the ones in the files of the deceased. Why butcher harmless old women and leave that gruesome scene where anyone could stumble onto it?
A crate off to his right exploded, showering him with the debris and snapping backback out of his thoughts. He looked up to see how the fight was progressing and frowned silently as he couldn’t see either Tsuzuki or Tatsumi, or for that matter, the doctor. Moving towards what was moments ago a battlefield, he tried to search out any sign of them, cursing himself silently for being distracted and allowing the distraction to cause him to lose sight of the fact he was on a mission, even if it was the mission he was thinking of.
He hissed softly as every muscle suddenly screamed with pain. He would have sank to his knees, except for the arms that sudden came around his waist to hold him up, a tall lean body coming to rest against his back. Stiffening, he looked up at the one holding him, not even needing sight to know who it was, as wide frightened emerald met narrowed frigid silver eyes that held a wicked gleam of amusement.
Muraki.
~ Hello boy, why don’t we go someplace else where we can be alone, I have a story to share with you. ~
He heard his name screamed as a white light began to tease the edges of his sight, the light obscuring the face and eyes that remained in his field of vision. He wanted faintly in the back of his mind to cry out in response, but couldn’t get the words past the painfearamusement that was overwhelming his senses, each sensation coming from a different direction.
His pain, Tsuzuki’s fear, the doctor’s biting amusement, besides the white light was becoming more brilliant by the second, until it was the only thing he could make out, an endless field of white that suddenly caused everything around him to become hazy, almost as if a large blanket had been wrapped around him lulling him into an unwilling slumber, eyes falling shut as his slight form was carried away from the battlefield to a place several hundred miles away.
When his eyes fluttered open again, he blinked for several seconds as he got used to the near total darkness after being engulfed by the blinding light. Slowly he sat up, looking around him at the sparse room he was in, the only things in it, a small low-slung table, the futon he was sitting on, and.. he turned away from the table, trying to calm his suddenly heaving stomach. Closing his eyes, he wondered silently where he was and what was going to happen next, trying to ignore the smell of what sat on the table behind him.
The door opened several minutes later, he stubbornly refused to look back towards it, and there was only one person who it could be anyway. He flinched involuntarily as fingers moved through his short hair, brushing lightly in a mocking affectionate caress over his neck. “Have you ever read any fairy tales, boy?”
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