Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Someday ❯ Seven Sins Case; Part 1 ( Chapter 1 )
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By: DemonGirl-Setsuna 
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Martial Arts / Fantasy / Hentai / Drama | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 12.22.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 219 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Martial Arts / Fantasy / Hentai / Drama | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 12.22.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 1.9K | Visits: 219 | Status: Work In Progress
Someday
By. DemonGirl-Setsuna
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DemonGirl-Setsuna: Hi there! Setsuna here!
I decided to write this out of guilt after I had a friend of mine watch/see the scenes of Muraki raping Hisoka and it ruined cherry-blossoms for her, which made me regret showing them to her…
I’m SO Sorry Nikki!
This story is named after the song ‘Someday’ by ‘Nickleback’ because of the lyrics:
“Now the story’s played out like this…
Just like a paper-back novel…
Let’s rewrite an ending that fits…
Instead of a Hollywood horror…”
Which covers the fact of the manga is out on paper-back and the ‘Hollywood Horror’ refers to what Muraki did to Hisoka.
This is mostly based off of the anime and partly based off the volumes of the manga I currently own (As of this point is Volumes 1 to 3)!
Anyway…
Here is Chapter 1!
Please Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Descendants of Darkness/Yami no Matsuei or anything belonging to Yoko Matsushita.
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“Oh God! As your faithful servants, we will purge your world of the vile-creatures that plague it!”, the voice of a woman says, her body covered in a black hooded-robe with her arms held out as she stood in front of a huge statue hidden in the shadows, “Starting with the despicable ones brought before us…”, she states, as other hooded figures drag in several people shackled to chains, the first one; a young woman, on the chain is unshackled and held in place in front of the hooded woman.
The woman’s clothes were nothing more than filthy-rags; as was the other prisoners, but the tattered formless cloth still couldn’t hide that she was in good-health and physical-condition, tears streaming down her cheeks from eyes hidden behind her bangs.
“Why…? Why are you doing this?!”, the young woman demands.
“You have fallen from God’s grace and allowed demons to take over you, I must save your soul before it is too late, child…”, the hooded woman replies, picking up a ceremonial-knife from the table in front of her.
“You’re killing innocent people just cause they don’t believe in ‘your’ god makes you no better than murders!”, she angrily shouts.
“It is the will of our God to exterminate the wicked…”
“Murder by any other name is still murder!”
“Farwell child, may God receive you with open arms…”, the woman prays, before plunging the blade into the younger woman’s chest, her blood gushing and pouring out all over the ground and the executioner, “May your immortal soul rest in peace in heaven…”
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-The Next Day-
-Meifu-
-JuOhCho; ShoKan Division-
“Eight victims, seven tied to each-other in a circle and the eighth in it’s center. All killed the same way, stabbed in the chest…”, a 29 year old male with brown hair and blue eyes behind a pair of glasses says, stating the details of the case.
“Don’t forget Tatsumi-san, that the seven-victims each had a word written onto their foreheads in the blood of the eighth victim…”, a magical bird that resembled a talking-chicken called GuShoShin adds.
“Sounds a lot like the occult”, a long curly blonde-headed young man with amber-colored eyes behind a pair of large round lens glasses wearing a lab-coat in the room comments.
“Which is why we were called in”, Tatsumi says, adjusting his glasses.
“That is right…”, an older male with brown hair and eyes nods; obviously the boss, “Tsuzuki, I want you to head to Nagasaki right…”, he says, looking over his shoulder only to find no one standing there, “Huh?”
Everyone else turns to find the one in question not there.
“Tsuzuki!”, the boss urgently exclaims, opening the door between the briefing-room and the office where the department’s desks sat, looking around only to see one of the employees relaxing at his desk; with his feet up, but not the one he was searching for, then his eyes fall onto a dry-erase board on the wall, “On watch…?”, he confusingly mutters about what was written beside Tsuzuki’s name.
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-Tw enty Minutes Later-
A young man of stunningly boyish facial-features with dazzling gem-like violet eyes and dark brown hair, his bangs hanging in his face walks into the briefing room with a paper-bag with ‘Cinnapon’ printed on the side of it.
The bag is quickly snatched from his hands, so fast that his is left grasping at the vacant-space where the bag was in disbelief.
“So, this is the cinnamon roll that compelled you to skip an investigation meeting?”, the boss asks, holding up the boxed bakery-good in his hand with a quizzical look on his face, “It looks pretty good”
“Could I please have it back, Boss?”, the young man pleads.
“Here…”, he says, throwing it over to the blonde.
“Watari!”
“It sure smells good. Catch!”, Watari states, throwing it over to GuShoShin.
“GuShoShin…”, the male whines.
“Looks delicious! Catch!”, the mythical-bird tosses it over to Tatsumi.
“Ta-Tatsumi…”, he begs, with his hands clasped together and his purple eyes pleading.
“It’s not nice to tease Tsuzuki-san so much”, Tatsumi chuckles, smiling.
“Ta-Tatsumi!”, Tsuzuki joyfully exclaims, and heads over to reclaim his snack practically leaping for it, “Thank…”, he begins to cheer, only to have the item pulled from his reach and he falls to the floor.
“Well, let’s all share this”, Tatsumi happily suggests, leaving Tsuzuki to lay on the floor morphed into a chibifide humanoid-puppy crying over his loss.
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< b>-Sometime Later-
Tsuzuki pokes at the one-fifth piece of cinnamon-bun on his plate in front of him with his fork, “Just a tiny piece left…”, he unhappily sighs, eating the bite with tears pouring down his cheeks as everyone else eats their pieces.
“Thank you”, they politely say.
“All right. Let’s get serious now”, the boss states, “Tsuzuki, I want you to fly to Nagasaki right away”.
“Huh?”, he gasps, still depressed over the loss of his pastry and confused as to why he had to go.
“If you don’t like that, I can fire you right now. You’re just an ordinary worker, with a mere 70 years of service”, the boss sternly threatens.
“I’d be happy to go, of course!”, Tsuzuki quickly says, changing his mood to feigned determination.
“Good grief…”, he groans.
“And, what am I supposed to look into, Boss?”
“There is a string of murders recently committed in your district of Nagasaki that seems super-natural in nature”, Tatsumi explains.
“I understand…”, the violet-eyed Shingami replies, “On, but what about a partner?”
“Right… We’ve finally found one for you”, the boss; Konoe, says, “They’ve agreed to meet you at the site of the murders, so head to Nagasaki. Until you two meet, I’ll send GuShoShin with you”
“Looking forward to it”, GuShoShin states, floating out of the chair into the air.
“He’ll give you all the details”, he says, as Tsuzuki gets up to leave, “Hang on, Tsuzuki”
“Huh?”
“Take this”, he holds out a 5,000 yen bill.
“A send-off gift?!”, Tsuzuki exclaims, becoming starry-eyed.
“They’ve got good sweet cakes in Nagasaki, right?”, he smiles, as Tsuzuki joyfully leaps, “Bring some back for me”, he adds, making the puppyfide-man slump against the table.
“Don’t forget this, too”, Tatsumi says, holding out an envelope to the Shinigami, “I won’t except wasteful expenditures. I want you to keep your daily meal expenses down to 3,000 yen”
(A/N: I have no clue as to what is with the envelope or as to why it has cutesy-animals on it!)
“How can I afford dessert…”
“What’s decided is decided”, he menacingly says, his glasses flashing, making the complainer chibify as he takes the envelope and cry as he walks away, “Have a good trip”, he cheerily states, as if his threatening hadn’t happened.
“Don’t eat too much”, Watari advises, sweat-dropping at the same-time as his boss and GuShoShin.
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-Nagasaki-
“It’s a weird case, I tell ya”, Tsuzuki sighs.
“Eight victims, all killed the same way and the seven tied together with Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Sloth, Lust, Wrath, or Greed written on their foreheads in the eighth-victims blood”, GuShoShin explains.
“Aren’t those the seven deadly sins from Christian-religion?”
“Which is why this case will be called the ‘Seven Sins’ case”
“Well, how about we fortify ourselves with a meal?”, he says, making his companion drop from the air for a moment.
“Come on! I wish you’d take things more seriously!”, GuShoShin scolds.
“How much longer till we get there?”
“The site should be a few more feet from here”
“Are you sure?”, Tsuzuki questions, rounding the corner into an abandoned-lot, “Huh…?”, he gasps at what he saw.
The area was covered in arterial-blood spray with spaces void of blood from where people were standing, but what caught his attention and took his breath away was the figure dressed in a light grey trench-coat crouching among the bloodied-scene with their back to him.
“Um… Excuse me…?”, the violet-eyed Shinigami questions.
“Huh…?!”, the figure gasps, quickly turning as they stood, to reveal that it was a young woman with pinned-up medium ash-blonde with strawberry-blonde tinted hair, chin-length clumps of hair frames her elegantly-shaped face and her bangs were swept and pinned to the left-side of her face above gorgeous honey-colored brown eyes, she was dressed in a simple ankle-length black-skirt, a red blouse, and black high-heel boots underneath her ankle-length trench-coat, “Who are you?!”, she demandingly asks.
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Translations:
Meifu: Land of the Dead.
JuOhCho: Ministry of Hades.
ShoKan: Summons Department.
San: Honnor-fic meaning Mr./Miss./Mrs.
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DemonGirl-Setsuna: Well? What did you think? Please review!
Who is this young woman?
Join me when I post Chapter 2 to find out!
Catch you readers next time!
By. DemonGirl-Setsuna
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DemonGirl-Setsuna: Hi there! Setsuna here!
I decided to write this out of guilt after I had a friend of mine watch/see the scenes of Muraki raping Hisoka and it ruined cherry-blossoms for her, which made me regret showing them to her…
I’m SO Sorry Nikki!
This story is named after the song ‘Someday’ by ‘Nickleback’ because of the lyrics:
“Now the story’s played out like this…
Just like a paper-back novel…
Let’s rewrite an ending that fits…
Instead of a Hollywood horror…”
Which covers the fact of the manga is out on paper-back and the ‘Hollywood Horror’ refers to what Muraki did to Hisoka.
This is mostly based off of the anime and partly based off the volumes of the manga I currently own (As of this point is Volumes 1 to 3)!
Anyway…
Here is Chapter 1!
Please Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Descendants of Darkness/Yami no Matsuei or anything belonging to Yoko Matsushita.
------------------------------------------------------ -------
“Oh God! As your faithful servants, we will purge your world of the vile-creatures that plague it!”, the voice of a woman says, her body covered in a black hooded-robe with her arms held out as she stood in front of a huge statue hidden in the shadows, “Starting with the despicable ones brought before us…”, she states, as other hooded figures drag in several people shackled to chains, the first one; a young woman, on the chain is unshackled and held in place in front of the hooded woman.
The woman’s clothes were nothing more than filthy-rags; as was the other prisoners, but the tattered formless cloth still couldn’t hide that she was in good-health and physical-condition, tears streaming down her cheeks from eyes hidden behind her bangs.
“Why…? Why are you doing this?!”, the young woman demands.
“You have fallen from God’s grace and allowed demons to take over you, I must save your soul before it is too late, child…”, the hooded woman replies, picking up a ceremonial-knife from the table in front of her.
“You’re killing innocent people just cause they don’t believe in ‘your’ god makes you no better than murders!”, she angrily shouts.
“It is the will of our God to exterminate the wicked…”
“Murder by any other name is still murder!”
“Farwell child, may God receive you with open arms…”, the woman prays, before plunging the blade into the younger woman’s chest, her blood gushing and pouring out all over the ground and the executioner, “May your immortal soul rest in peace in heaven…”
-------------------------
-The Next Day-
-Meifu-
-JuOhCho; ShoKan Division-
“Eight victims, seven tied to each-other in a circle and the eighth in it’s center. All killed the same way, stabbed in the chest…”, a 29 year old male with brown hair and blue eyes behind a pair of glasses says, stating the details of the case.
“Don’t forget Tatsumi-san, that the seven-victims each had a word written onto their foreheads in the blood of the eighth victim…”, a magical bird that resembled a talking-chicken called GuShoShin adds.
“Sounds a lot like the occult”, a long curly blonde-headed young man with amber-colored eyes behind a pair of large round lens glasses wearing a lab-coat in the room comments.
“Which is why we were called in”, Tatsumi says, adjusting his glasses.
“That is right…”, an older male with brown hair and eyes nods; obviously the boss, “Tsuzuki, I want you to head to Nagasaki right…”, he says, looking over his shoulder only to find no one standing there, “Huh?”
Everyone else turns to find the one in question not there.
“Tsuzuki!”, the boss urgently exclaims, opening the door between the briefing-room and the office where the department’s desks sat, looking around only to see one of the employees relaxing at his desk; with his feet up, but not the one he was searching for, then his eyes fall onto a dry-erase board on the wall, “On watch…?”, he confusingly mutters about what was written beside Tsuzuki’s name.
-------------------
-Tw enty Minutes Later-
A young man of stunningly boyish facial-features with dazzling gem-like violet eyes and dark brown hair, his bangs hanging in his face walks into the briefing room with a paper-bag with ‘Cinnapon’ printed on the side of it.
The bag is quickly snatched from his hands, so fast that his is left grasping at the vacant-space where the bag was in disbelief.
“So, this is the cinnamon roll that compelled you to skip an investigation meeting?”, the boss asks, holding up the boxed bakery-good in his hand with a quizzical look on his face, “It looks pretty good”
“Could I please have it back, Boss?”, the young man pleads.
“Here…”, he says, throwing it over to the blonde.
“Watari!”
“It sure smells good. Catch!”, Watari states, throwing it over to GuShoShin.
“GuShoShin…”, the male whines.
“Looks delicious! Catch!”, the mythical-bird tosses it over to Tatsumi.
“Ta-Tatsumi…”, he begs, with his hands clasped together and his purple eyes pleading.
“It’s not nice to tease Tsuzuki-san so much”, Tatsumi chuckles, smiling.
“Ta-Tatsumi!”, Tsuzuki joyfully exclaims, and heads over to reclaim his snack practically leaping for it, “Thank…”, he begins to cheer, only to have the item pulled from his reach and he falls to the floor.
“Well, let’s all share this”, Tatsumi happily suggests, leaving Tsuzuki to lay on the floor morphed into a chibifide humanoid-puppy crying over his loss.
-------------------
< b>-Sometime Later-
Tsuzuki pokes at the one-fifth piece of cinnamon-bun on his plate in front of him with his fork, “Just a tiny piece left…”, he unhappily sighs, eating the bite with tears pouring down his cheeks as everyone else eats their pieces.
“Thank you”, they politely say.
“All right. Let’s get serious now”, the boss states, “Tsuzuki, I want you to fly to Nagasaki right away”.
“Huh?”, he gasps, still depressed over the loss of his pastry and confused as to why he had to go.
“If you don’t like that, I can fire you right now. You’re just an ordinary worker, with a mere 70 years of service”, the boss sternly threatens.
“I’d be happy to go, of course!”, Tsuzuki quickly says, changing his mood to feigned determination.
“Good grief…”, he groans.
“And, what am I supposed to look into, Boss?”
“There is a string of murders recently committed in your district of Nagasaki that seems super-natural in nature”, Tatsumi explains.
“I understand…”, the violet-eyed Shingami replies, “On, but what about a partner?”
“Right… We’ve finally found one for you”, the boss; Konoe, says, “They’ve agreed to meet you at the site of the murders, so head to Nagasaki. Until you two meet, I’ll send GuShoShin with you”
“Looking forward to it”, GuShoShin states, floating out of the chair into the air.
“He’ll give you all the details”, he says, as Tsuzuki gets up to leave, “Hang on, Tsuzuki”
“Huh?”
“Take this”, he holds out a 5,000 yen bill.
“A send-off gift?!”, Tsuzuki exclaims, becoming starry-eyed.
“They’ve got good sweet cakes in Nagasaki, right?”, he smiles, as Tsuzuki joyfully leaps, “Bring some back for me”, he adds, making the puppyfide-man slump against the table.
“Don’t forget this, too”, Tatsumi says, holding out an envelope to the Shinigami, “I won’t except wasteful expenditures. I want you to keep your daily meal expenses down to 3,000 yen”
(A/N: I have no clue as to what is with the envelope or as to why it has cutesy-animals on it!)
“How can I afford dessert…”
“What’s decided is decided”, he menacingly says, his glasses flashing, making the complainer chibify as he takes the envelope and cry as he walks away, “Have a good trip”, he cheerily states, as if his threatening hadn’t happened.
“Don’t eat too much”, Watari advises, sweat-dropping at the same-time as his boss and GuShoShin.
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-Nagasaki-
“It’s a weird case, I tell ya”, Tsuzuki sighs.
“Eight victims, all killed the same way and the seven tied together with Pride, Envy, Gluttony, Sloth, Lust, Wrath, or Greed written on their foreheads in the eighth-victims blood”, GuShoShin explains.
“Aren’t those the seven deadly sins from Christian-religion?”
“Which is why this case will be called the ‘Seven Sins’ case”
“Well, how about we fortify ourselves with a meal?”, he says, making his companion drop from the air for a moment.
“Come on! I wish you’d take things more seriously!”, GuShoShin scolds.
“How much longer till we get there?”
“The site should be a few more feet from here”
“Are you sure?”, Tsuzuki questions, rounding the corner into an abandoned-lot, “Huh…?”, he gasps at what he saw.
The area was covered in arterial-blood spray with spaces void of blood from where people were standing, but what caught his attention and took his breath away was the figure dressed in a light grey trench-coat crouching among the bloodied-scene with their back to him.
“Um… Excuse me…?”, the violet-eyed Shinigami questions.
“Huh…?!”, the figure gasps, quickly turning as they stood, to reveal that it was a young woman with pinned-up medium ash-blonde with strawberry-blonde tinted hair, chin-length clumps of hair frames her elegantly-shaped face and her bangs were swept and pinned to the left-side of her face above gorgeous honey-colored brown eyes, she was dressed in a simple ankle-length black-skirt, a red blouse, and black high-heel boots underneath her ankle-length trench-coat, “Who are you?!”, she demandingly asks.
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Translations:
Meifu: Land of the Dead.
JuOhCho: Ministry of Hades.
ShoKan: Summons Department.
San: Honnor-fic meaning Mr./Miss./Mrs.
--------------------------------------------------- ----------
DemonGirl-Setsuna: Well? What did you think? Please review!
Who is this young woman?
Join me when I post Chapter 2 to find out!
Catch you readers next time!