Samurai Deeper Kyo Fan Fiction ❯ Twists and Turns ❯ Introduction to Life ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

 

Hi! I hope you enjoy this. I haven't been on Media Miner for a long time…well because I didn't have Internet for quite a while. Kay…read and enjoy.

 

 

Characters: Main characters from Samurai Deeper Kyo

 

Type: Alternative Universe

 

When: 21st Century

 

Where: Tokyo, Japan

 

Disclaimer: I own none of these characters or anything that has to do with Samurai Deeper Kyo.

 

 

 

 

 

Summary: Kyo and Kyoshiro are twins. Their parents have been divorced for more than 2/3 of their life. And Kyo and Kyoshiro have no idea that the other exists. But suddenly their parents are getting back together and they hate each other. Yuya, a high honors student, is close friend to Kyoshiro. Kyoshiro asks Yuya a favor, to watch over Kyo and make sure he stays out of trouble. Kyo then meets Yuya and they despise one another. How will Yuya approach her problem? And will she get beneath Kyo's hard exterior? (Yuya x Kyo) (Yukimura x OC) (Kyoshiro x OC)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Kyo exhaled a puff of smoke. His arm was around one of his girls. She caressed his chest and kept sighing. His men laughed at stupid jokes and some gambled in the corner. The room was filled with a smoke haze. He was leader of the Demons gang. So far the activity on his turf was non-existent. No one dared mess with them. They even had the police on their side.

 

Kyo got up and started walking; his hand snaked around the girl's waist. “Where are we going, Kyo?” she whispered. “You know exactly where,” he grunted. He pulled her into the dark room. He backed her up against the door. He didn't waste time undressing her while she did the same to him. He fucked her against the door. When she and he were sated, he left her on the bed and went home.

 

He entered his sorry house. It stank like alcohol but it was and has been home for the last 17 years. He picked the bottle from his mother's hand and put it back in the fridge. He silently cleaned the mess his mother left behind. He picked her up and put her in her bed. He turned off the loud music, shrieking at his ears and he turned off the buzzing TV. And when he was done, he went into his room and did his homework.

 

He went to sleep at three and woke up at six. He fixed breakfast for his mom and looked over the mail. He picked the receipts from his mom's purse and started writing them into his mom's checkbook. And then he got ready for school and left.

 

 

 

 

Yuya, high honors student, listened intently to the teacher lecture in English. She hated English, with all of their rules and ugly sounding words. She sighed deeply and doodled on her paper. This was her last class of the day. Her parents had wanted her to go to cram school but she persuaded them otherwise. After all, she was already ahead of everyone in her studies. Heck, while she was taking this course, she was also taking the next level course. It means twice the work for every class except for minor classes such as gym or art.

 

She looked to her right, pencil in mouth. There sat cute Kyoshiro, perfect role model student. He was an athletic, good-looking, rich, charming, and smart student. In other words, perfection carved in flesh and bones. And one of her best friends, damn it all! Her eyes caught on the student sitting in front of Kyoshiro, Yukimura. He was another friend of hers. Always drinking sake, he charmed his way into letting the teachers extend deadlines and allow his drinking. Lazy as hell, conniving like the devil and smart as Einstein. Perfect description. He was the best manipulator known to mankind. It'd be worst if he were a woman, then countries would fall to their leader's mistress. If he were a woman, they probably wouldn't be friends.

 

She looked in front of her, where Benitora sat, or more like lazed in his chair. Here was a true clown that hid behind his smiles and laugh. He had a gold of heart but a perverted mind. Well, all men can't be perfect. He wasn't the brightest bulb out there, but more like he was bright enough. And then to her left sat Sakuya. Also perfection carved in flesh, but weak in character. She was truly pathetic and Yuya didn't like her much. But Kyoshiro was her boyfriend and has been for the last 6 years. And by God, she should cut her bangs. Please, like how the hell can she see anything? Oh yeah, she barely moves at all or does anything athletic. Because she's so frail. (Note: I'm being sarcastic.)

 

The bell rang and everyone rushed from the room. Everyone went his or her separate ways except Kyoshiro and Sakuya. Yukimura's cousin, Sasuke caught up with Yukimura and Saizo like they did everyday. Yuya sighed as she left the building. She went over what she had to do today. She was making lists in her head as she turned the corner when she heard it.

 

The groans and murmurs of pain. The sight that greeted her was horrible and shocking. But it was more shocking than it was horrible. Her body froze up. It was fight. Fist to fist. Five men were against one. She couldn't see his face but his back was familiar. His hair was cut like Kyoshiro's but it was instead a deep blood red. His movements were quick and he took out the five men. Barely a sweat dripped down his face and he didn't even breathe hard. But his hands were bloody with his victim's blood.

 

She would never forget that moment. It was as if time froze and destinies were being decided there and then. Her breathing fell short and staccato. Her senses whirled like tornadoes and her eyes widened. He had sensed her presence and was looking straight at her. Kyoshiro? No…his eyes were blood red and pierce her with their coldness and sadness. There was so much contained anger. And he was smiling. Or more like smirking smugly like he had spotted something he liked. Alarms rang through her head. He was dangerous. Warning bells shrieked in her mind.

 

It hurt her head. She stepped back and tripped on her own feet. He drew closer, lingering on each step, savoring the moments. Her heart beat faster. Her breathing labored for air. Her fists tightened and her heart clenched in anticipation. What was he going to do to her? What won't he do? His eyes told so much and his aura reeked of danger and menace. He was confident and his head was tilted in calculation. The moment kept climbing. Her body was solid frozen but her body felt so heated. She gulped with fear. The moment climbed higher and higher into the climax.

 

He paused to her side and he still had that damn smirk on his face. He stared down at her for a moment and insulted her with one word, in one breath, “Boo.” And he strode away. Or a better term would be: he glided away with lingering awareness. When he left the vicinity, she became normal again. Who was he? And why did he look like Kyoshiro so much? And why did she freeze up like that? She got up and barely glanced at the heap of beaten men. Five against one wasn't fair and it was their fault they lost to one man.

 

She continued on and thought about the arrogant man. He shocked and fascinated her. She would probably never meet him again in her lifetime. It was useless wondering about a man you'd never see again. She did her homework at the library and continued home later on that night.

 

 

 

Yukimura sighed into her neck. He had just had wonderful sex with a very beautiful girl older than him by at least seven years. Their liaison has lasted for at least a month. And she got up. “I'll meet you later. I've got to get home before my husband does.” With that statement, she dressed up and left his house. He watched through the window as she got in her car and drove away.

 

He should get a new bedmate. But he had dated all the pretty girls at school except for Sakuya and Yuya. But they were his friends and he wouldn't dare tread there. And he didn't want to go gay. And older woman were a bore and ambitious. They were selfish and too into their lives. And he didn't want to go for someone older than thirty. That was the stage for motherhood and settling down more.

 

He sighed. He would see to his problem later tomorrow. Yeah…tomorrow.