Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Hard to Kill ❯ Falling Apart ( Chapter 1 )
Renard: Heyas y'all. I'm back with a story that's probably gonna suck more then the others but it's worth a shot so before Yusuke can ruin my fairly calm state (which I'm about to ruin with a bottle of mountain dew), Onward Read!
/blah/ means thoughts/flashbacks
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/Flee/
She twisted her hair up into a messy bun and quickly slipped out the door.
/Don't come back/
The cool air washed over her, rubbing harshly at her exposed arms and pulling at her loose strands of hair. Any second now the blaring sirens would come, they always did.
/Wait for the right time/
Her speed increased. The echoing footsteps disappeared into an ally where through the maze of drunken smoking homeless she ran faster and faster her heart pounding wildly.
/Come back and that will be the end/
Cornered. She wasn't far enough from the house to be safe. She could hear the sirens, closer and closer. Her breath trailed away from her desperately open mouth.
/You have a job to do now, fail and the consequences shall be dire./
Her heart beat too fast, it was too cold, and her chest ached. "Kill me, please kill me I can't take it…" she whispered to herself, sliding down behind the side of a dumpster lost in tears. "Savoir, whoever you are, wherever you are, end this now." Came her solid pleas through her endless tears.
/Your desire to do this is not to be considered. Desire is to be ignored/
Shivering took over as she shook in her cold terror.
/Rely only on raw instinct. Forget everything, remember only this:/
"No, no." She repeated, grasping her head which pounded. "Stop!" She screamed, eyes clamped shut in raging fear and agony.
/The death which has fallen to your hands is cleansing, and the shame that is forced apon such action is a figment of the humans imaginations/
A sharp slapping sound filled the air and she rubbed her arm where she had punished herself. Slowly, pushing herself up the wall, she stood, but instantly doubled over and vomited. Falling against the wall that had been to her right side, she coughed violently.
/This is the task, dirty, unwanted and dangerous. But every job must be done./
The Next Day
She walked down the street, hidden by a long black woolen coat, wide legged black pants, black stiletto boots, and a black hat, giving her the appearance of a business woman on her lunch break. A TV store loomed ahead, the army of color TVs all displaying a serious looking man in a blue silk suit leaning over the black counter of a news table. His lips were moving soundlessly. Interested, she shyly stepped to the window, watching the mans lips move in unison on at least ten TV sets. She struggled to read his lips, and then realized that the subtitles were scrolling along the top.
"The body of Jovie Auston was found last night. Officials say there was no sign of injury, except for the odd symbol found carved into her wrist. Further information on the case can be found by going to the website."
She didn't stick around long enough to see the website address. The small picture of the symbol that had been displayed in the corner of the screen had been more then she could handle. Jovie Auston, the victim had a name. She had been taught to ignore many things, such as trivial matters like the name. She shuddered and moved faster down the side walk.
The biting cold ceased as she disappeared into the woods, squinting into the distance trying to spot the nearly impossible to find compound. "You owe me big." She whispered bitterly, tip toeing gracefully through the snow. Sooner then she wished, she was being accepted through the large golden doors and was making her way swiftly down a long shinning hallway. Finally there was a polished oak door which she busted through, glaring angrily under the long brim of her black hat.
"You have failed again."
"You never said the goal of this was to kill without the body being found. You know that can not be done; no one has accomplished the perfect crime yet so don't sit on your fat ass and tell me what I've done wrong when I'm the one risking everything to complete your dirty work." The man, who was sitting in a large chair wearing a pin stripe silk suit, toyed with his pen glaring with annoyance.
"You don't know if the perfect crime has been accomplished, because it is perfect." She watched him rise and remove the cigar from his mouth. "You know the punishment well for failing your duty, your ONLY duty. You are the oldest demon and yet our amateurs are killing more effectively then you!" He shook his head and walked a circle around her. "I've tried to put off the punishment as long as I can bear; now it seems your time has come. The small starvation streaks and informal beatings are nothing compared to what you will experience, so I recommend that you prepare yourself or you will be rudely awakened."
"I have received the full punishment for failing, so I am missing something." She said, crossing her arms over her coat.
"Yes, but never before have you insulted your master." She scoffed.
"Master my ass. You are merely my employer and I am not required to show you any respect, nor am I rewarded in any way. You have done nothing to earn my fear or loyalty." The man narrowed his eyes.
"Get out of this office before I kill you." He whispered hoarsely, pointing with a shaking hand. She felt his rage and stalked out of the office. Before she was two steps away, two guarded seized her, and dragged her down the hallway. Without a fight she was thrown into the dark room, and the door was shut eliminating the only light. She lay in a crumpled heap, eyes clamped shut refusing to accept what was going to happen. Sharp was the impact, sudden was the oblivion.
Of course missions are assigned to many, and the infamous band of Spirit Detectives had been assigned a new task. The case was fairly routine however it was proving to be harder then thought. Hidden compounds and brainwashed demons were not easy to hunt down despite the way it appears to be. Kurama thought about this as he inspected a picture carefully. The picture was of a woman's wrist, and below a silver charm bracelet was carved was a four leafed rose, with two swords crossed behind it and three droplets, one from each sword blade, and one from the leaf in between. He shuffled the papers in his hand, flipping to several other pictures showing the same symbol in different settings. He shook his head.
"Man I'm hungry." Yusuke declared, looking in the cabinets of Kurama's kitchen.
"Help yourself Yusuke." Kurama murmured, still gazing distantly at the pictures in his hand. Yusuke was sitting at the table in no time, different food items in his hands. He offered several to his team mate, who refused each. He was completely engrossed in the images.
"Hey, Kurama!" Yusuke said, snapping in front of Kurama's face. Kurama looked up, setting the pictures down on the table gently.
"I'm sorry Yusuke. Those pictures…" He stopped. How could he describe such a horrific display? He shook his head subtly.
"Hey, where are Dufus and Shorty?" Yusuke asked, looking around.
"Kuwabara said he had some things at home to attend to. I have not heard from Hiei." Kurama answered, staring deep into his tea.
"Well then I'm going home."
"Alright Yusuke." And with the slamming of the door, all was silent.
The world seemed to fall silent at that moment. For the nanosecond ignored by all irresponsible neglect of details, the world stilled and nothing moved. There was an odd form of peace in that nanosecond, felt by only two souls, the only two who had still their minds enough to feel the pause in time. Her hard breaths stopped long enough for her chest to stop aching, and his twisting mind stopped long enough for his reality to catch up. They both watched from states of unwillingness as everything rebuilt itself, coming back to life with the same recklessness from before.
He pushed his chair back and stood, she pushed her bleeding body onto her arms. He picked up the plate left by Yusuke, she picked her torso up. He placed the plate in the sink, and she placed her weeping back against the wall. He slowly walked into his room, retreating for the night to his homework and later his sleep, while she slowly closed her eyes, hoping to escape this misery brought by her utter uselessness.
/Flee/
/Don't come back/
/Wait for the right time/
/Come back and that will be the end/
Two shallow sighs released into silence. One single tear shed for this destructive place we all inhabit.
/You have a job to do now, fail and the consequences shall be dire./
/Your desire to do this is not to be considered. Desire is to be ignored/
/Rely only on raw instinct. Forget everything, remember only this:/
/The death which has fallen to your hands is cleansing, and the shame that is forced apon such action is a figment of the humans imaginations/
/This is the task, dirty, unwanted and dangerous. But every job must be done./
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Renard: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeek BAD BAD BAD! Sorry for present or future oocness…and please review! Looks around CRAP! YUSUKE'S COMING! RUN AND HIDE! *runs in frenzied circles screaming "Review" several times*
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