InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Fairytale: The Sun Child ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

 

Summary: It ended like no other story and now she's stuck…The rules are changing and she's in need of a Prince Charming...This is her fairytale, her modern fairytale.

Rating: PG-13/T but it may go up soon.

 

Bn: Hey, dark here, and in case you haven't heard or didn't know, this is my Beta Notifications spot! There isn't much to say, other than this is the first time I've ever beta-ed a story, and I'm extremely honored to beta this. To be honest, I was relieved, very, very glad, and nicely surprised at the original writing quality of the piece. Great work, Mediale! (The sudden and dramatic increase in pages is my fault, not yours. It's wonderful, your piece—I just love my adjectives!)

I'm certain you (reader, that means you) will cherish this fairytale (heh, bad pun), and feel free to check out my profile and works… muse-pokes and chocolate pirouette hazelnut sticks to those that can pick out the dark in this…

Without further ado… So, presenting, Fairytale, Prologue. Cheers to a long and prosperous story! By the way, who brought the junk food and soda?

 

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…Fairytale…What happened to the fairytale…Fairytale…

 

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Blanket Disclaimer: I only own the plot and a few characters. The rest belongs to Rumiko Takahashi

 

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Fairytale

 

Prologue: The Beginning of Bloodbath

 

The city of Tokyo was busy. The summer break was only a month away and preparations were needed. Under the bright and flaming summer sun the hues of the city changed completely. Normally sterile grey buildings seemed to glow comforting pinks, reds, oranges and yellows. People of all ages flooded the streets, their jackets, scarves and mitts were pitched into the closet. It was just the time of the season; now everyone simply wanted to kick back and enjoy the holiday that they were about to experience. Happy faces seemed to be everywhere but if you were to travel a while south you would see a large house that one might call a mansion. If you followed the building to the top floor and a large, circular window, then pull away the satin curtains you would see a woman resting on a plush bed.

 

Black hair was sprayed across the ivory colour pillows, so delicate and graceful. Her alabaster skin looked unearthly as the pale streams of sunlight reflected on her face. At this time of day, the only time when she looked innocent and pure was the time that she slept.

 

Fools had already made the mistake. No matter how she looked her shields were up. Assassins who had come to kill her were assassinated all by her. Mafias were shot dead with their own gun. Murders would be strangely missing for the next day…and forever.

 

A soft moan escaped her scarlet lips as she awoke. Her eyes fluttered open, the sleep completely gone from them. Her legs swung over to the side of the bed, pushing the silken sheets off her body. Light steps treaded across the room.

 

A man stood at the door of her grand room, waiting and silent like an obedient puppy. Platinum blonde hair flowed down to his waist and crimson eyes worshipped silently. He was the remains of a man that had once been so handsome and because of this he had been both feared and admired. The admiration was long gone. Now his appearance was fearful. It wasn't to say that he was outwardly ugly —he had all the features to be beautiful— but it was the way he held himself. The way his face was always contorted into an ugly expression as if it was stuck. It was the way that his blood red eyes were lazy. His shoulders were hunched and his pale skin was marred with scars and fresh, red cuts.

 

“Mei, your—“

 

He was cut off in an instant. Her hand lashed out, a single, red finger trailed down his face. Her eyes gleamed with unconcealed malice as she watched a stream of blood follow her long finger. Her finger reached his chin but yet her servant showed no emotion. Perhaps it didn't hurt. Maybe it was because that his mistress would do much worse if he showed weakness.

 

“What have I told?” her voice was smooth and silky but there was no mistaking the coldness that it held. “Mei is gone. She is gone forever. Seikyo stands before you now. My little Inu, the girl you once knew is dead,”

 

The man shuddered slightly but he did not move otherwise. His pale lips were set in a straight line in a moment of silence. If he ran his punishment would be worse. “H-hai. Your guests are waiting,” Their eyes met in a moment of tension. It didn't last long. He was the first to look away. After all, despite his appearance he knew the warning in that. “Seikyo-sama,”

 

The acclaimed Seikyo nodded her head in an approving manner. A sadistic smile arrived on her face. So the idiot had realized his place by now. Rebellion wasn't an option when she was in control. Seikyo was the leader, the mistress, the dictator. Her hand rose from his face and waved airily. “They can wait. I have other things to do. More important things,”

 

“B-but mistress! Your deals!”

 

“It's so kind for you to worry about your beautiful mistress,” Her hand absently stroked his cheek, touching the small river of blood. Her body pressed against his in an almost seductive manner. She twisted languidly letting her mouth hover above his ear and her hands rest on his chest for support. “If they know what's good for them they'll come back,”

 

Her servant shivered under the woman's touch, her hands stroking his muscular torso. He nodded his head, careful not to disturb the shorter woman. “Hai Seikyo-sama,” The beautiful woman pulled away, gliding across the room with her raven hair sweeping behind her.

 

“Oh. Inu boy, tell the maids to make my bath cold,” Seikyo commanded. She paused. “Steaming water does nothing for my complexion. And be ready for tonight. It's time to finish some business,”

 

She never bothered to turn around. She never bothered to look and see that her Inu was bowing and nodding in a worshipping and pitiful way. These were things that she knew would happen, after all, this was how it had been for many years. A cruel smile touched her lips and her face became almost ugly. Her face was dark, her eyes speckled with crimson like the drops of blood she had caused to fall, her chin was held to high in vain and pride. If only the people she had stepped on could see her now. To see how the puny and hated child they had picked on was now a beautiful, commanding and powerful woman.

 

“M-mistress?” A small voice intoned. Seikyo waved her hand behind her as she acknowledged the woman if you could call her that. To Seikyo's choosy eyes she appeared more of a childish girl.

 

“Hair and lilac kimono,” Her free hand pointed to a cherry wood desk where a single silver basin lay. Beside it was a silver comb with delicate carvings of roses and vines. “Be careful with the tips. They hold a dreadful surprise,” Her eyes glinted as she watched the girl tremble.

 

Fear.

 

It was practically what she fed on.

 

The girl nodded mutely and scurried carefully to the expensive desk. Her hand closed with accuracy around the blunt edge of the hair accessory. “—Wait! Come back here for a moment,” The eyes of the girl widened and she quickly obeyed. “Give me your hand,” The girl stuck out her our hand,” The girl stuck out her trembling hand. Seikyo snatched the comb. In another flash of movement she brought it down on the girl's wrist, in the process skimmed her own. A drop of Seikyo's blood fell from her pale wrist and landed on the girl's bloody gash.

 

The maid had no time to react. No time to scream. No time to groan or move in protest as the wind whipped up around. The room grew dark and all that one could see was Seikyo standing in all of her dark glory as she watched the maid crumple down to the floor. Seikyo bent down and searched for the girl's breath. Good, she was still breathing—barely. Satisfied with her work she straightened and kicked the body aside. She would have a blood stain on the carpet but her maids would clean it up.

 

A mirthless laugh bounced through the room. Her steps grew lighter as if the hatred increased her uncanny gracefulness. Then her steps stopped, and her figure froze into front of the large window. To a pathetic human's eye they would simply see a stretch of lush, green paradise. Cherry blossom trees were at their fullest, the ponds and pools she had would be like crystal; everything was perfectly kept. Perhaps they would see the outskirts of the city. Seikyo could see more. So much more. Her eyes became glassy as she gazed farther, and in her mind she saw the city that was hers. Yes, Seikyo was in charge of busy city Tokyo but no one seemed to notice. When they did it certainly would be too late.

 

Her distant gaze traveled farther and soon it rested on a stone building surrounded by green trees and a small iron gate. Seikyo smiled sadistically. Her target had been spotted.

 

…Power…It'll be mine…All of it…

 

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…Fairytale…What happened to the fairytale…Fairytale…

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The light flickered above the desk of scattered papers. Perfect almost except for the neat black text and dark splotches. Splotches that were still wet, still a dark red that blood was coloured. Whoever did the paperwork would certainly have to start all over because of dirty pages. A member of the Privy Council would no longer have to worry about it.

 

His body was sprawled lifelessly across the floor. Blank, brown eyes stared at the ceiling and you could almost tell that his face had been contorted into surprise instead of the pain that you could see. His breathing had ended only moments ago for the killing had been quick despite the mess.

 

A long line of red continued from his neck down to the middle of his chest, it headed sharply left to then the right. Though the blood was staining his clothes from far away you could make it out clear enough. A single `s' was what had been marked into his dead flesh. Two dots appeared above and below it where the man had been stabbed brutally.

 

Abruptly the fan hovering above him turned on, the man who did so was hidden in darkness and only a flash of light contrasted with black for seconds at a time. Crimson eyes watched as a single piece of paper fluttered above the man. The written words were etched in red and most likely they came from the man's blood. Papers like these had been showing up for months now. Each one with the same message but somehow, just somehow the government was able to keep it quiet. The culprit of this silently would applaud them from the distance as she watched her minions do her dirty work.

 

The eyes continued to stare as it made out his own words. In elegant and aristocratic lettering the words read:

 

Seikyo will find you

Torture will be your death

It's time to change your view

 

A simple poem, quickly scrawled and pointless to those who were out of the circle of the victims. It was always amazing what a threat of death could do to politicians. So brave in front of the voters but truly they were just cowards like the rest of the human race. This was one of the reasons among blackmail, curses, violent threats that opponents and the Privy Council seemed to be changing their opinions quite quickly. Or the fact that some politicians in Japan strangely disappearing for the time being.

 

“Sleep well,” his deep voice whispered.

 

Nimbly the killer's feet danced over the dead body. He was graceful as he leaped from the window and landed on an old tree. There he lost his flowing and rhythmic movements and bounded from the tree branches with only a purpose.

 

With dimly lit stars that were hardly existent, plus a new moon there was no light except for the manmade. In the glow of the street lamps you could see blonde, almost silver hair flashing lightly in the wind, contrasting against dark clothes.

 

 

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…Fairytale…What happened to the fairytale…Fairytale…

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The power…It's so close…It's in my reach.

 

She was spread across the mound of pillows quite alluringly. Her lilac kimono appeared thin and delicate as it rested just off her shoulders. Black hair was spread around her head and flowed on to her body hiding the alabaster skin that was exposed underneath. The limo door that was only feet away from her opened, letting the summer air in. The woman's nose wrinkled in distaste for a moment but she quickly regained her composure. Dark eyes peered throw her lower kohl rimmed eyelashes.

 

“Did you finish?”

 

“Yes mistress,”

 

“Good job, my pet,”

 

She grinned with triumph as she saw the knife he held. Slowly, she crawled towards him and delicately loosened his curved fingers. The knife obediently dropped into an outstretched hand. Blood glinted across the sharp edges. Her dark eyes sparkled with delight and a strange smile, devoid of all emotion lit up her face.

 

The digit of one of her fingers brushed across the slowly drying liquid. Her face was now only inches away from his. Her bloody finger rose and traced the arch of his eyebrows. Seikyo's face concentrated on the trickling trail of blood as her finger swept down and gathered more. Her eyes continued to dance with unknown emotion as she concentrated on decorating the servant's face.

 

With the dying car light that flickered on and off and the shadows that he remained in he was giving an appearance that would send shivers down anyone's spine. His face was sparkling with red, intricate patterns that continued down his face and neck. The contrast of skin and crimson brought out his eyes.

 

His red eyes that looked just like the blood that decorated his face. His red eyes that fooled everyone who came across the path he made.

 

“You look wonderful,” Seikyo murmured. His painted face showed no emotion but his mistress could tell what he thought. Oh, yes after all she had just given him one of her rare compliments. “Maybe I should start bathing in a bath of blood. Wasn't there some woman who used to do so? It would do wonders for my skin. What do you think my little Inu? A bloodbath,”

 

 

…You already have…You already have…

 

 

 

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Seikyo & The Privy Council

 

Her name was Seikyo no Meiun which means something along the lines of `Death of Doom' or `Doom of Death'. But the name was too long, and I wanted to use the same name every single time. And no, Seikyo isn't her real name. It's a simply undercover name like Mister Voldemort or whatever type of famous villain there are. As it said before, her name used to Mei but she changed it. Who was the mysterious man? Who knows…?

 

This story does circulate around political areas such as the `Privy Council'. As Japan is a parliamentary country it has a Prime Minister (equivalent to President), a cabinet and a Privy Council which must approve of everything. Without their approval nothing can really happen but as they their choices are wavered…or perhaps they disappear, the Prime Minister gains more power. As his opponents disappear he now has more people on his side…and he has the military and what not. This is the beginning of a dictatorship. That's all I'll say for now. If you have any questions along the way simply put them in your reviews or you can e-mail me at:

 

Sunday.footloose@yahoo.com

 

 

-- Rai-chan.

 

(End of Prologue: The Beginning of Bloodbath)