InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Twisted Elegance ❯ Premise ( Epilogue )

Twisted Elegance

Summary: In order to keep the thriving Underground alive, Kagura, known to the world as Twisted Elegance, seduces and kills those who stand in the way of it's evolution. She's succeeded every time, until she has to go after the one man who could bring her down first, Sesshoumaru. Despite their duties to both their organizations, the assassin and the detective become entwined into a possessive affair that could mean a fate worse than death for both of them.

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Twisted Elegance

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Love is a game, with neither winners nor losers. The foolish and naive play, so become drawn in, and eventually are left for dead. Their minds are plagued with petty emotional desire, of the one desire they will never have, a desire which bear heavy burdens on their minds from their first clear thoughts as a mere child, the desire they will die without. To be happy. Something they think love can bring.

Love is a game, with neither winners nor losers, because if you fall in love, you lose.
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She looked at her victim from behind her sunglasses as she tossed him over the side of the tub, giving a satisfied smirk as she turned on the shower, letting the hot water soak the man's deserted corpse. No blood, no wounds, no poison, clean, just the way she liked it.

Stepping over to the sink, she inspected herself in the mirror, wrinkling her nose in distaste at her disheveled appearance. She reached the half full bottle of mouthwash, still feeling his tongue slithering inside her mouth. 'You'd think a guy who sits on a million dollar company, could learn to use a toothbrush.'

She looked back the mirror, satisfied with her appearance, pulling out at tube of lipstick, unscrewing it and smearing it over her reflection, scrolling her signature across the mirror, a simple "T.E." written in well- defined script.

"Koshii..."

She turned to see a middle aged woman, obviously her victim's wife, slowly making her way towards the tub where her spouse lay. "Koshii..."

The woman gave a high shriek as a hand clamped over her mouth, all feeling from her body already numb from seeing the man she had come to love slaughtered and left for dead. She inhaled the drug before she even knew it as her eyes went dead and her body slumped over the side of the bathtub, but not before hearing a woman's voice in her ears. "Don't be so upset, he was unfaithful to you anyway."

She looked at down at the couple, finally turning to leave the man's penthouse. She didn't like to stay long after she had gotten everything needed. Her employer would be satisfied, in return remaining a valued part of the Underground, not that she needed to worry, especially since her employer and closest friend happened to be properly titled; Queen of the Underground.

She slipped out the apartment building unnoticed, choosing to leave through the alleyway in the rear. A woman shrouded in all black during the summer would attract too much attention, even though her job was to attract attention towards herself.

She could unravel any man, manipulating his very being to get what she wanted, then lead him straight into his grave like the Femme Fatale she was. She was the Black Widow, the Angel of Death, the Siren. But the Underground had named her simply, the Twisted Elegance.

She was trained to kill those who stood in front of the evolution of the Underground, to slowly subdue them and educate them in the foul play of lust, until their was mind was taken over by physical desire, blurred of all rational thought, only to have that desire left unfulfilled. Forty-two men. She had terminated forty-two men and still remained chaste and untouched by a man. She refused to let the hands of a man taint her skin. She would not fall to the whim of the body's desire.

Until He came...

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Don't worry, this is only the premise...