Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Changing Faces ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

This is just a prologue to the story. Setting up my OC and hopefully establishing a mood/environment for the beginning few chaps of this fic. I have no idea of how long this will be or even if I'm going to continue it. This was created on a whim while in drivers ed. Don't expect much. But if enough people like it I will continue the story. And I WILL finish Life With A Twist. Eventually. So here goes… nothing…

 

“text” talking

`text' thoughts

`text'telepathic talking

 

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH. If I did do you think I would be writing about it? I only own the characters that aren't from the show.

 

WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT, RAPE, AND TOTURE. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT KIND OF THING DO NOT READ! THERE WILL NOT BE ANY DETAILS BUT ITS STILL THERE. NO LEMONS. MAYBE LIMES LATER.

 

Changing Faces

 

Prologue

 

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I lay my tarot deck in front of me and concentrated on my future.

 

`Will I have a promising future?' I thought over and over. Then I cut the pile of cards three times with my left hand and stacked them back together and turned over the first card.

 

The Tower.

 

`This is weird. And not promising. Let me try again.'

 

I did try again. Fifty times. Every time the same card came up. The Tower. That's almost impossible.

 

`Something big is going to happen. Something huge.' I thought gravely staring at the card. `Something unavoidable…'

 

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`Finally I'm 16!' I thought as I blew out my birthday candles.

 

It was a very small sweet-sixteen party. My mother, brother, father, best friend, and boyfriend, being the only guests, but that didn't matter because everyone here was very dear to me.

 

“We're sorry we couldn't throw a big party with lots of guests, Raevyn.” Mother apologized.

 

“This is way better. I would rather have the few people close to me celebrating them a bunch of people that I hardly know.” I answered.

 

“How poetic!! You're so sweet! I'm going to remember that till the day I die.” Nekura exclaimed throwing her arms around my shoulders from behind me.

 

A camera flashed catching my surprised reaction at Nekura's outburst. I glared at Ronin, my boyfriend of 6 months. He smiled sheepishly.

 

“What? I love candid pictures. And they are practically the only ones I can get of you anyway.” He defended.

 

Everyone laughed because they knew this was true. I'm not camera shy; I just hate how I look in pictures. Some candid shots that Ronin had were OK but I would never tell him that.

 

“Cut the cake already! I'm starved!” Steve, my brother, moaned.

 

“Maybe if you had gotten home earlier and had dinner with the rest of us you wouldn't be hungry.” I reprimanded.

 

“Who are you? My mother?”

 

“No. But I am. Leave your sister alone. She can cut the cake when she wants to.” Mom interrupted yet another argument in the making.

 

“I'm cutting, I'm cutting. Don't get your boxers in a twist.” I answered.

 

The cake was great! Nekura made it herself as my birthday present. I had an obsession with her cooking. And since I can't cook, I can burn water, she said she would bake a cake for me. Everyone finished their cake and I started opening my presents.

 

“Open this first.” My father said handing me an oversized envelope. It was heavier than it looked.

 

“What is it?” I ask excitedly.

 

“Open it and see.”

 

I rip it open and inside I find a card. The traditional `happy sweet-sixteen to a wonderful daughter' card, but there was also a key inside. It looked old. I picked it up and examined it. It was about as long as my palm and made of brass.

 

“What does it open?” I asked my curiosity ready to burst.

 

“This.” Dad put a very old looking wooden box across my lap. The wood was bound together with brass bindings and the lock was also brass. I ran my fingers along the top, afraid to press to hard because it looked so fragile.

 

“Well? Are you going to open it or wait till it rots open?” Nekura prompted impatiently.

 

“I'm getting there.”

 

I slowly slid the key into the lock and turned it. There was a click. I carefully opened the box and almost shrieked to see an authentic Japanese samurai sword laying on a pillow of dark red silk. The hilt was wrapped in dyed red leather, with a simple had guard. The scabbard the same red color as the hilt. Slowly, I took it out of the box, afraid it would disappear if I moved to fast. I carefully removed it from its scabbard and looked in awe at the glittering, razor-sharp blade. The sword was perfectly balanced and well taken care of. It certainly didn't look like it came from before the Meiji Era.

 

“How… where… how?” I couldn't even speak how I was feeling.

 

“I found it at an antique dealer. Didn't even know what he has there.” Mom answered, “It's from both of us.”

 

“This is so cool. I never thought I would see one let alone own one!” I exclaimed.

 

“Glad you're happy.”

 

”Now open mine.” Ronin placed a box wrapped in green and blue paper in her lap.

 

I ripped off the paper eager to see what he got me. I pulled off the lid and inside sat the two most beautifully crafted daggers I had ever laid eyes upon. If you hadn't guessed I have an affinity to sharp shiny objects. The daggers had black stainless steel hilts and flawless stainless steel blades. Etched in the blades were twin dragons. All in all they were breath taking.

 

“This is the best birthday I could ever have.” I said finally drawing my gaze away from the daggers.

 

“Wow. Those gifts blow my cake out of the water.” Nekura commented.

 

“Are you kidding? That was the best cake I've ever tasted!” I replied. “And there are leftovers so I can keep enjoying it.”

 

“If anything my gift is the lame one.” Steve added. “Here.” He handed me a medium sized box.

 

I quickly opened it and pulled out two happy bunny shirts. I love happy bunny. The first was red and said `Make the stupid people shut up.' The second was black and read `Wow your music sucks hard.'

 

“Yes! More insulting shirts!” I exclaimed launching myself at him. “Thank you!”

 

I gathered my gifts and took them to my room. After placing them down I turned to leave the room and ran straight into Ronin's chest. He is around six feet tall while I'm only about five feet so I really have to crane my neck to look at him.

 

“What's up?” I ask.

 

“Just wanted to wish you a happy birthday in private.” He placed his hands on my hips and lifted me up to give me a scorching kiss.

 

I wrap my arms around his neck and he wraps his arms around my waist, firmly holding me in place. The kiss starts to really heat up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He pushes me up against a wall and starts to kiss down my neck.

 

“We can't do this. Not with my family and Nekura here.” I whisper.

 

“No ones home at my place.” He replies huskily.

 

“Hey lover birds!” Nekura calls through the door. “I gotta get home. Can you give me a ride?”

 

“Sure.” Ronin answers.

 

“Mom? We're going to drop Nekura home and then go out somewhere. Is that cool?” I asked.

 

“Don't stay out too late.” She smiles.

 

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We stumble into Ronin's house trying to keep kissing each other. Ronin picks me up and throws me over his shoulder before bounding up the stairs to his room. Lucky for us he has a loft so even if some one were to open his door no one would see us. He carried me, still over his shoulder, up to his loft and laid me down on the mattress that served as his bed. He crawled on top of me, one of his legs in between mine, and starts kissing me with a fiery passion that I match kiss for hungry kiss. His hands wander under my shirt and he runs his finger tips up and down my sides making me shudder in pleasure.

 

“Does that tickle?” He asks huskily.

 

“Just a little.” I answer just as huskily.

 

He starts to remove my shirt and I let him. Then I pull his shirt over his head and toss it somewhere behind us. Running my hands over his well sculpted chest and abs, loving the feel of his warm skin under my hands and against my bare stomach. His hands travel to my breast and start to massage them through the fabric of my bra. I arch my back into his hands, begging for more. I know what's going to happen next and I'm finally ready for it. I want it to happen tonight. He reaches down to the top of my jeans and unbuttons them, slowly pulling them off. I, too, reach down and slip off his jeans. He smirks and pushes me back down, lying on top of my again but this time straddling my hips. He starts grinding his hips into mine while kissing and nipping at my neck and earlobe. I run my hands through his hair and drag my finger nails lightly over the back of his neck and down his back.

 

Soon both of us are completely naked and well… you know what happens next…

 

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Two days later I got the worst phone call I could ever get. Nekura had been killed by a drunk driver. She was pronounced dead at the scene. My whole world started to shatter. I dropped the phone and ran to the basement, tears already streaming down my face.

 

“Mom! Nekura's dead! She's dead!” I cry flinging myself into her outstretched arms. “She can't… s-she's not coming b-back!! W-why did t-this h-have to h-happen?”

 

“I don't know, baby. I don't know.” She answered softly rubbing my back and hair while I sobbed into her shoulder. I cried for hours.

 

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The funeral was held three days later. Nekura had a lot of friends so the procession was long but Ronin and I were at the front. I can't cry. `What the hell is wrong with me? I'm not even crying for my best friend!'

 

Her parents asked my to say a eulogy for her and I obliged without hesitation.

 

“Nekura was the best friend I ever had. Ever since we met we were inseparable. Always getting into trouble and causing confusion wherever we went.” I smiled looking back on all our happy memories, “I know she would be happy to see so many of her friends coming here to show they care but it would break her heart to see everyone crying. She would want everyone to be happy. To remember the good times and not dwell on the bad times. I'm not saying you shouldn't be sad she's gone, but to be happy she was here in the first place. She would want it that way. She would want to see everyone smiling. She never liked to see people sad. She loved laughter. And knowing Nekura she was almost always the cause of the laughter.” Some people snickered. “Today we shouldn't mourn the death of a loved one but celebrate her life and everything she did in it, as short as it was. Remember her smile and her laughter and smile because you knew her. Because you cared for her. She would want it that way.”

 

I push play in the radio and Alanis Morissette's Ironic (don't own) fills the air.

 

An old man turned ninety-eight

He won the lottery and died the next day

It's a black fly in your Chardonnay

It's a death row pardon two minutes too late

Isn't it ironic... don't you think?

 

It's like rain on your wedding day

It's a free ride when you've already paid

It's the good advice that you just didn't take

Who would've thought... it figures

 

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly

He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye

He waited his whole damn life to take that flight

And as the plane crashed down he thought

"Well isn't this nice..."

And isn't it ironic... don't you think?

 

It's like rain on your wedding day

It's a free ride when you've already paid

It's the good advice that you just didn't take

Who would've thought... it figures

 

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you

When you think everything's okay and everything's going right

And life has a funny way of helping you out when

You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up

In your face

 

A traffic jam when you're already late

A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break

It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife

It's meeting the man of my dreams

And then meeting his beautiful wife

And isn't it ironic... don't you think?

A little too ironic... and yeah I really do think...

 

It's like rain on your wedding day

It's a free ride when you've already paid

It's the good advice that you just didn't take

Who would've thought... it figures

 

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you

Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out

Helping you out

 

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I followed the same routine I always did. I knew if I didn't I would be able to think about what happened and I would loose it. I went to school, track practice or a meet, then made my way to Ronin's. I knocked on his front door. His mom answered.

 

“Hi Mrs. Nezumi! Is Ronin home?”

 

“He's in his room. Go on up.”

 

She stepped aside and I ran up the stairs two at a time and when I got to his room I knocked four times like I always do and walked in. The second worst thing to happen to me in the same month was right before my eyes. Ronin and his ex were naked and trying to cover themselves. My hand fell limply from the door knob as I watched them scramble to find clothes. I snapped out of it and turned a glare on Ronin.

 

“How long?”

 

“Now it isn't what you think. I was just comforting her. She was upset about Nekura's death.”

 

“Bullshit! How long!” It wasn't even a question anymore.

 

“Five months.”

 

“Fucking bastard.” I hissed, smacking him so hard he saw stars and had a nice red hand print on his face. “Have fun with the little two timer, slut.”

 

I raced out of the house faster than a bat out of hell and didn't look back. He wasn't worth the energy.

 

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A week later I was still brooding but I knew even if he professed his undying love to me and asked me to marry him I would say no. I didn't need someone like him.

 

Also things were getting bad at home. Dad has started drinking again. Even though he swore he doesn't Mom and I can tell he's not himself. He was getting violent. One time he slapped Mom for asking him to take out the garbage. He apologized right after but it didn't sound sincere to my ears. Mom never mentioned anything to me and I never asked. If she felt threatened then she would make the right decision. At least I hope she would…

 

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“Mom! Dad! Steve! I'm home!” I yelled walking in the front door. I had walked home from track practice and dropped my stuff just inside the door.

 

`That's weird. Everyone should be home. How come no one answered? Maybe I'm home earlier than I thought…' I looked at my watch. It read 6:30pm. `No they should be home.'

 

I walked around the house checking each room and finding nothing. Then I heard a shout from the basement. Maybe they're watching a movie and that's why they didn't hear me.' She mused walking into the kitchen and down the stairs to the basement.

 

I pushed open the door to the basement and saw my bound and bleeding on the floor.

 

“Raevyn! Run! Get help!” She screamed at me and gasped in pain as someone kicked her in the ribs. I couldn't see who it was.

 

I turned to do as she said and ran into Steve.

 

“Steve! Come on we have to get help!” I tried to push past him but he grabbed my arm and smirked sinisterly.

 

“No one can help you now.”

 

He dragged me kicking and screaming into the room and threw me onto the floor next to Mom. I then noticed the other figure in the room was Dad.

 

“Dad? Steve? What are you doing?” I asked scared out of my mind.

 

“The only reason we stuck around was to see if anything would become of you but so far we have only been disappointed. It must be your stupid human blood. So we're getting rid of the trash so to speak. Just having some fun first.” He laughed.

 

That was the last thing I saw. A black cotton bag was tied over my head. I felt my wrists get tied together and my pants pulled off. I started to struggle with all my might and got a fist in the eye for my troubles. He grabbed my legs roughly and spread them.

 

“I'm going to enjoy this. This is the only thing you and your mother are good for. Boy was she a good fuck.” He laughed before he plunged himself violently into me.

 

I whimpered and cried out in pain but it only seemed to make him hurt me more. And every time I cried out I got a punch in the face or a kick in the ribs.

 

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't fight and my hands were tied. I started to loose hope. But I couldn't just let them do this. I had to think of a plan. I had to save my Mom and me. I had to do something.

 

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“Stupid bitch! You're harder to kill then I thought. Oh well, why not have another fuck.” Dad sneered kicking me into the wall.

 

I had been living this hell for… I don't even know how long… I lost count. A week? Maybe longer. I refused to die. I haven't eaten or had anything to drink since I got down here, but I refused to die. Much to my `families' disgust.

 

“She's like a damn cockroach. At least the other one is starting to die. She hardly struggled when I ravaged her.” Steve smirked.

 

I bit back a retort and tried to stand. Bad idea. A foot slammed into the side of my head and I went reeling back into the wall. Stars floating in front of my eyes.

 

“Why don't we share her, then get drunk and kill then in the morning.” Steve suggested.

 

“I like that idea. Untie her hands. She might need them.” Dad chuckled darkly.

 

For the first time since this whole ordeal started my hands were untied and the bag over my head removed. I started to massage my bloody wrists and the first thing I looked for was mom. She was lying on the bed naked and not even bothering to try and move. I felt my eyes fill with tears.

 

“Don't worry. She's not dead. Yet.” Steve smirked noticing my gaze.

 

“Ya know what? I think we should kill the human bitch now. It always turns me on to watch a woman bleed.” Dad said walking over to mom and grabbing her by the hair and dragging her of the bed.

 

He tied her to a hook in the ceiling and took out a knife. He looked at me with malice in his eyes and slit both her wrists. I tried to get to her but Steve kicked me to the floor. I couldn't hold back the tears this time. I cried because I had failed to save her. To save the only person I had left.

 

I didn't notice anything that happened after that. I was numb to the fact that my body was being violated again and new wounds made over the already existing ones.

 

I finally came back to my self sometime after dark. I could tell because it was darker than normal in the basement. Dad and Steve were no where to be found. I carefully crawled off the bed. I was naked and sticky but I soon found my dirty, bloody, ripped, garments and threw them back on. Only then realizing I wasn't tied up.

 

`Gotta get to a phone.' Was the first thought in my head.

 

I went to the door and listened for any noises and hearing none pushed open the door and stepped out. I climbed the stairs cautiously and hoped to the goddess that no one found her. She made it upstairs and still no one.\

 

`Where the fuck are they? I don't like this. Wait they said they were going to get drunk. They probably passed out. Wouldn't be the first time.'

 

I crept up the last few stairs and saw my bags next to the door to the kitchen. My cell phone was in my backpack. I wanted to be out of the house when I called the cops and the only way to do that was to get to my cell phone.

 

`I hope they didn't take it out…'

 

She unzipped her bag as quietly as possible and reached a hand inside. Rummaging around for a phone. Then her had closed over it.

 

`Yes!'

 

She pulled it out and went to the back door trying to open it as quietly as possible and slipped out into the night. Once a block away she called 911.

 

“Hello 911 emergency, what is your emergency?” An operator asked.

 

“My name is Raevyn Drake. My father and brother have raped, beaten, and tortured me and my mother for… goddess only knows how long… and they killed her. Please send someone.” I pleaded.

 

“Stay calm, honey. Where do you live?”

 

I told her everything she wanted to know and soon heard sirens.

 

“Sirens! I can hear sirens!” I cried.

 

A cop car pulled up next to her and an officer stepped out.

 

“Raevyn Drake?”

 

I nodded because that was all I could do, the phone still next to my ear.

 

“Everything is going to be fine now. Your father and brother are being taken into custody as we speak. No one is going to hurt you again.” His voice was soothing and sounded so sincere.

 

I just nodded again. He walked over to me and so did his partner. I collapsed when they were only two feet away. The last thing I remember of that night is being caught by strong, warm arms before I hit the cold, unforgiving ground. Then everything faded to black.

 

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I woke up in the hospital two days later. The same cops that picked me up were waiting. I thanked them both and they wished me well. I didn't know what would happen to me. First off, I'm only 16. That means I would go to a foster family. I didn't want that.

 

As soon as I was well enough I filed to be emancipated. I could live in my house and finish school where I was familiar with everything. Even if there was no one here for me anymore.

 

The judge granted my request and I moved back into my house. Two weeks later the verdict came in on my father and brothers cases. Each got two consecutive life sentences with no prospect of parole. Everything of theirs went to me. The house, money, savings accounts, everything.

 

The first thing I did was seal off the basement with a big steel door and some spells to keep it closed. That room would never be opened again. Not if I can help it.

 

The worst part of everything was school. Everyone called me a freak, they beat me up. And I didn't even know half of them. I became the enemy of the whole school, the whole community. It was like they were trying to run me out of town or something. I stopped pretending that they were just scared and started to fight back.

 

I took lessons in martial arts, Jodo, Kempo, and good old self defense. I was starting to develop a reputation for being a fighter. Only the guys would mess with me now. And then only the really stupid ones. I buried myself in my training, sports, and my school work. I am now ranked #2 in the class. I can't have the first spot because I have been suspended. But I don't care. As long as I screw over as many of the jerks here as possible. I am the fucker upper of bell curves. And I'm not changing anytime soon.

 

That's another thing. Change. I see a therapist by court order and I have to until she deems me mentally stable. I had a hard time finding myself again after what happened. I couldn't act like it didn't happen and I was the same person because I wasn't. But then who am I?

 

This is the question I have been asking myself since I woke up in the hospital. I think I have finally found out but I'm still too unsure to even voice it. But one thing I am certain of… I will not go down without a fight. I know that in my very heart of hearts. And if I should fall I'm taking as many of those bastards with me as I can.

 

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So whatcha think? Please review! Ask any questions you like. Oh and the YYH gang will be either in the next chap or the one after that. It depends. Flames are expected. But don't burn me too bad. I'll give you a brownie for advice or corrections on anything that I fucked up. Thanks for reading!

 

Raevyn out! Blessed be!