Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction ❯ Senile Dementia ❯ Senile Dementia ( Chapter 1 )

Samurai Deeper Kyo

Title: Senile Dementia (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)

Rating: M

Characters: Okuni, Kyo, Yuya

Pairing: Kyo and Okuni, Kyo and Yuya.

Genre: Horror, Tragedy, Angst, Romance, Violence

Summery:Yuya hunted for a kill, looked for a thrill, drowning and downing the pills, working with her skills to get those chills.

Notes: This used to be for Kingdom Hearts, but after I got into SDK, I wanted it to be for SDK. This story has gone under some serious construction. Everybody is kind of OOC. Seriously OOC. I Do Not Own SDK!

 

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Prologue

 

Yuya stared at the blood that was shed, standing out against the snow white bed that blanketed the streets, the gun held tightly yet somewhat loose in her right hand, listening to their desperate cries for help, with a smile on her blood coated lips.

 

End Prologue

 

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Yuya sighed for the, hopefully, last time that Sunday. Why oh why couldn't that whore just leave Kyo alone? It wasn't fair! Yuya was the one who laid eyes on him first! Yuya glared at the vile whore, wanting to threaten the girl like you always do. She never looked at him with passion in her eyes, only lust.

 

Oh how things had gone horribly wrong.

 

Kyo was the first one in the small town to talk to her, not knowing her history. Neither did Yuya, but Yuya made it a priority to get some kind of information on her. All to protect Kyo.

 

Kyo would always glare at Yuya, for reasons unknown. But he would always gleam at the whore, with passion in his eyes. Kyo hated Yuya, pushing her away, yelling at her for the threats.

 

Now we know why he hated Yuya.

 

So that night, to vent off some steam, Yuya went out. She was on a rampage. Anyone who got in her way got caught up in her web of hate and anger and were dragged into some sort of dark place. She rejoiced in the sounds of their screams that soon died in their throat, and the blood that sputtered and sprayed the ground as she put a bullet or two in their head.

 

And by a stroke of pure luck, she came across that same vile woman that she hated oh so much in the local park. It was that same damned girl who took everything that she ever wanted away from her. It was the same damn girl that needed to be dead.

 

Yuya hunted for a kill, looked for a thrill, drowning and downing the pills, working with her skills to get those chills.

 

Yuya glared at the other girl with dark and glowing green eyes while Okuni stared right back at her with her own brown orbs.

 

`Kyo…this…this is all for you my darling.'

 

Yuya silently raised her revolver, saw Okuni whimper, and without a second thought, pumped her full of lead.

 

Okuni fell to the ground with crimson lines, dots, and blotches all around, clutching her slightly swollen womb that held a child that Yuya didn't know Okuni carried. Yuya just stood there, overlooking the dead body.

 

Yuya set the body ablaze, staring with a blank gaze, then turned around and walked around in a haze.

 

Oh how Kyo fills Yuya's mind, body, and soul with rage and love; clouding her mind, clogging her body, and pounding her soul, and yet filled her being with such trepidation.

 

Doesn't that count as a reason why she inhales the toxins into her body everyday?

 

`He drives you insane girl, and there's nothing that you can do to stop it.' Yuya thought.

 

But candy kisses placed upon her neck breaks her thoughts, and her eyes snap slightly downward to meet a mass of red hair as she let out a low moan. She didn't care how this situation got there, she didn't want to know.

 

His kisses burned there way up her neck where they latched themselves unto her lips, and by all gods, she thought she was just going to melt right there and die. Yuya snapped her eyes shut, grabbed the back of his head with her hands and pulled him to her, vaguely aware of the cold and harsh bricks at her back.

 

Yuya didn't mind the fact that he had ripped of her favorite shirt and bra. Not in the least. She dared not open her eyes. She wanted this to last forever. Somewhere in the back of her, something told that this just wasn't right. Yuya chose to ignore that.

 

Yuya opened her eyes and looked down and ran her hands through his crimson hair as another moan rips through her. You could practically hear her body screaming for his touch. And she was rewarded for her patience fingers playing with her until all she saw was bright, disfigured stars of all colors. Yuya felt like she was in a dream.

 

But somewhere between the moans and the harsh pounding of his body into hers, something clicked. Yuya pushed that feeling behind and she was barely able to hear herself say that they could finish off in her house.

 

After a lot of stares and offending remarks, he threw Yuya on the bed non to gently and ravished her body.

 

But the feeling that she pushed away earlier was back and with an army of things that she didn't need to think of.

 

Yuya snapped and she snapped hard. Her eyes flared with anger, her teeth were gritted, and her fist met with Kyo's face as she punched him off her. And with the few seconds that he went tumbling, Yuya reached under her pillow for her hidden gun and pointed it at the man she loved so dearly and cocked it.

 

But Kyo didn't stare at Yuya with anger and hatred, he just stared. And that stare got Yuya thinking again.

 

If Yuya shot him, she would have just destroyed the single most beautiful creature that was to live. She wouldn't ever get to see his pretty demonic red eyes light up ever again, and never get to hear that deep voice that sent her into shivers.

 

There was a dormant side of her that she wished to forget and she fought it with all she could but in the end, the demon always won the war, and Yuya gave Kyo a sinister smile. She sauntered over to him and put the gun to his forehead.

 

She demanded him to get up with a voice that didn't sound quite like her, and he complied without a second thought. He was at her mercy, and she didn't feel merciful in the least. She grabbed his hand, put the gun to the back of his head, and gave him the directions to her basement. She gave him a little push against his back when he faltered in his steps when he saw her basement. She just smiled even more.

 

Yuya grabbed his hand and led him to the wall to her right and chained him too the grimy wall. She started screaming at him. She screamed at him with all she had. Yuya screamed at Kyo to let him know just how much she loved him.

 

“Damn it Kyo! There's this damn fire in me and it burns Kyo! And it burns for only you!” Yuya's random small steps seemed to falter and tears were in her eyes. She half way felt like pointing to him.

 

“But the only thing you do is go to that damn whore!!” Yuya picked a hammer. “But now that bitch is dead!” Yuya screamed as she pulled back her arms.

 

“You're crazy bitch!” Kyo's eyes were wide.

 

“Crazy for you!” Yuya swung the hammer at his ribs and a sickening crack followed suit, and she didn't stop. She whacked and whacked at his now bruising body while speaking to him. Her voice rising every time Kyo's got louder.

 

“I love you so much Kyo! I'd do anything for you! Anything!”

 

Yuya would stop pounding away at him with the hammer. Kyo's cries of pain only got louder and louder still. No blood came out of course. The hammer only left medium sized dots of black, blue, and purple all over his stomach. Yuya then started whacking at the same places over and over again until she finally started to see blood. And almost immediately, Yuya's hands stopped in mid swing, gasped, her eyes glazed over, she bent down, and licked up the blood.

 

Yuya thought that revenge tasted bitter sweat.

 

Kyo's arms were shaking, his breathing was ragged, shallow, and few in between. His head was hanging down, and his toes curled and his hands were clenched in fists. Kyo raised his head when he heard and clanging against what he assumed to be a metal table, and he almost stopped breathing altogether.

 

Yuya sauntered over to her darling, and plunged the butcher knife into his stomach via a soft spot. Yuya turned the knife to the side, clutched it with both hands, and cut a big circle out of his stomach, and ignored Kyo's screams.

 

Yuya picked up the hunk of flesh with her teeth, rolled it slightly back and forth, then spat it out and stuck the knife back in once again.

 

“NO! NO! Please stop! You have got to stop this! Please don't! Please! I'm begging you!”

 

But Yuya paid no attention to his plea's, but rather his screams as she twisted his insides around the knife until she had it wrapped up like spaghetti.

 

Yuya loved spaghetti.

 

Yuya looked over at the dead man before her and wiped the blood from around and inside her mouth and the back of her sleeve and spat out the excess intestine that she had left in her mouth.

 

She liked the knife from top to bottom in an almost seductive way, although, her audience could no longer see that.

 

Yuya threw down the knife, and grabbed the bottle of salt, and dumped it all over his stomach. Well, almost all of it. Yuya saw the body twitch, even in death.

 

She then walked to the furthest place in the room and picked up the saw.

 

First the toes, then the fingers, and then the head through and through.

 

Yuya stripped her self of her clothes and lay down in the puddle of blood that had been made, still dripping from Kyo's over abused body.

 

She put her hands half-way behind her back, one leg all the way down and one half up, her head tilted back, mouth agape to catch the dropping blood. She let her arms slip slowly until she was lying down on the ground and she rolled around. Yuya immersed herself in Kyo's blood.

 

Yuya stopped the giggling and laughter and rolling around, and looked to her right. Kyo's head had fallen to the right. Yuya smiled and rolled around some more, making her blonde hair stringy with his blood, before reaching out and picked up Kyo's head with up most care.

 

Yuya stared at the wide red eyes the seemed to refuse to turn to the dull gray color when somebody dies. Her hands rested against his pale cheeks, the thumbs slowly moving from side to side. And the severed uneven flesh that was his neck was still dripping blood onto her stomach, venturing lower, and she moaned. As fast as she could, Yuya landed a gentle yet rough kiss upon his own blue ones.

 

She pulled back, set the head down on the ground, reached her right hand toward his eye level. Carefully, Yuya stuck two fingers into the sockets, wrapped them around the back of the eyes, and then pulled them out with a pop.

 

Yuya smiled a toothy smile and placed them in a shadow box and just stared. Yuya stared at the demonic red eyes like they were colored with the blood that flowed through her veins.

 

Again she smiled.

 

Again she cried.

 

Again she raised the gun.

 

Inside her mouth, and almost pulled it out due to the cold metallic taste and gun residue.

 

And again, she pulled that awful thing.

 

-Bang

 

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Well now, what did you think? I originally had Yuya pure the salt into Kyo's wounds while he was still alive...but I didn't

 

Anyways. Here how's the OOC goes. I love making people OOC.

 

I took, Okuni's obsession for Kyo, and placed it in Yuya in return for Yuya's love in Okuni, and added some oomph too it.

 

For Kyo…I am so sorry about Kyo. I really don't liked how he turned out.

 

I took Benitor's…whatever and placed it in Kyo. But Kyo was still Kyo. He was just a little bit more submissive. Who wouldn't be submissive with a gun to their head?

 

As for a shadow box…well, those are kinda hard to explain. I have one.

 

It's a medium sized tall box that you hang up on your wall, with a door to open it, and you place small things in there, with a mirror for the back of it. At least, that's what mine is.

 

Anyways, please review!