I thought some of these issues really needed some look-see. I mean, it's not often I've receive PMs requesting me to write more stories. So, yuh... 'tis kinda crappy, so don't get mad at me if you're disappointed after reading teh stuff.
Okay, lookie... this fic is kinda based on Rosario+Vampire, so don't get confused if you read some simmilarities from the anime/manga.
So, yuh, this is it... }
+ ll + Modern Venom, Silent Death + ll +
Prologue ::
Voices.
That's all that surrounded me. The varied tones and textures of each word intoned managed to squeeze it's way into my consciousness. I could describe the noises as sharp, but then I'd be lying.
My mind was clouded, muddled from the previous puff of a delicious killer. I could see the sparkling rainbow array of dots dance there way into my line of vision. I could feel my body tingle in pleasure, the intended effect of the ecstasy kicking in.
My own voice rang, echoing off the walls of my mind. For a moment, I felt as if I was on a cloud. A fluffy, white cloud full of something I call euphoria. A white light engulfed me, drowning me in it's presence.
A breeze ruffled my hair, spraying wisps of auburn tendrils around my face.
And then...
I realized, this was just temporary.
A lie.
But the dirty pink pill could drive you into insanity.
An addiction of great proportions. So strong, you're unable to pull out of it's grasp.
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~ |||| ~ It was a simple concept:
Get up to the sounds of chirping birds, get dressed in a pressed shirt and preppy skirt, drive down to school in a Ferrara GT and come back looking like you stepped out a shampoo commercial.
Elementary? Yah.
Reality? Far from it.
When you live on the streets -in the hood or around it's corner- the usual sounds one wakes up to is the wailing of sirens and police cars zipping down the east lane.
Mornings were like a chore; everything felt so suffocating, knowing she had hours at her disposal.
She could feel the sun's rays pounding on her face. It was like her environment was screaming at her; telling her to wake up. Although her hair being ripped out of her skull wasn't helping the matter.
Haji's eyes snapped open, hands automatically going up to flick the culprit away from her head. As if on cue, she jerked her body off whatever she was sleeping on and glanced around at her surroundings.
It was like a reflex; her hands dug into her pocket for a pocket knife or lighter, but was met with a pair of aquamarine eyes. The owner of the happy green orbs smiled, letting out a tiny giggle.
"Morning Auntie Hime!" The little boy exclaimed, grin widening before running off in a random direction. Haji let out a grunt, running a calloused hand through her short hair. She shook her head, but regretted it when a sudden, pounding sensation clawed at her skull.
"Keizuki, what'd I tell you 'bout calling me that name?" Haji grumbled, rubbing her temples in a soothing motion. One look at the little boy as he scurried off, giggling under his breath and Kyo just gave up. It wasn't like the four year old critter would listen, he'd just run to his mom yelling how 'Auntie Hime was being a bubblehead!'
Keizuki suddenly turned around, arms wrapped protectively around a his teddy bear, and green eyes sparkling. "Mommy said to come here!" He jabbed his finger in the direction on the kitchen. "She wanna talk to you. And she don't look so happy!"
"Damn..." Haji muttered, following his extended hand and glanced at the kitchen door with a wary look. "Fantastic way to start the morning." She said bitterly, pulling up her ripped jeans and setting a slow pace towards the open kitchen. Kyo could see the outline of her sister -as much as she really prayed the older woman would just disappear.
The older girl must have been too preoccupied with whatever she was making on the old stove, Haji simply sat down with a thud without her sister even noticing.
The thought of getting up crossed Haji's mind, but she immediately pushed the thought to the back of her head.
"Hemino." The older girl acknowledged, still not facing the grumbling teenager. Haji jerked her head up at the voice, choosing to ignore the forced politeness in her sister's normally pleasant voice.
"Kazumi," Kyo responded, voice dipped in boredom.
"Where were you last night?"
Haji glanced up at Kazumi with a dead panned face. The simple question held so much meaning, so much desperation was laced through Kazumi's voice when she spoke that one sentence. Why did that tone sound so very familiar?
Oh yes. Because Haji had heard it so many times before.
She opened her mouth, but like a fish out of water, closed it again. It suddenly occurred to her she didn't remember anything of the night before. Her thoughts were too muddled; bits and pieces of the previous day making a pathway into her inner eye.
"None of your business." She settled for, forehead resting on her folded hands.
"None of my business..." Kazumi repeated lowly. She threw the dishrag into the sink and slammed a hand onto the table with a loud 'thud'.
"Do you know..." Kazumi began with a calculated tone. It was almost as if she was struggling to maintain her composure. "How worried I was?"
Haji kept her eyes screwed shut, bangs draping over her face. She didn't even wince, having gone through this 'talk' many times before.
"Real worried, I bet."
"Four in the morning! That's how long I waited for you to come!" Kazumi spoke firmly, barely conscious of the little boy peeking from behind the doors. "You were high strung, Himeno Izawa. How do expect to start school like this? Huh... how?!"
"F(_)ck school." Came the bitter response.
Eyebrows creased in thought, Haji noted the brief expression of hurt that crossed her sister's face, despite the fact the older woman tried to mask it with anger.
"Every chance you get, you throw away like a garbage. You know this is an opportunity for you! Finishing high school would be the best thing to happen to you... to us!" Kazumi remarked loudly, obvious exasperation laced in her voice.
"Ah, that would be the dandy for you," Haji glanced at her dominant sister with bloodshot eyes. "But who says I want that?"
"God! You're making this hard for everyone. Moving here shouldn't be this difficult, Hime," Kazumi took in a shaky breath. "Kourou has a chance. You have a chance..."
Looking twice between the little boy and his mother, Haji's eyes softened despite herself, and she stood up. "Yah, yah. I've heard it before." Running a hand through her hair, she brushed passed her sister and around Keizuki, leaving the boy with a confused expression on his chubby face.
"Mommy?" He piped up.
Kazumi glanced at her young son and struggled to smile. "Yup?"
"Is Auntie Hime mad at me?"
At that, Kazumi's smile faded; the question taking her by surprise. She drew in a deep breath and lifted the little bundle of energy into her arms. "No, Kei. How could she be mad at you? She's just... complicated."
As if on cue, the front door slammed shut. For a moment, the sounds of breathing filled the empty apartment. It was calming, in a way.
But then, Kazumi remembered.
It was only temporary.
And an empty, longing feeling soon overcame her.
It was so familiar, a void that would eventually build up to the point of desperation. And looking down at the little boy in her arms, Kazumi let a single tear make it's way down her cheek.
"This is our last chance, Kei. Yokai High is the last school that would except Kei... Let's hope she makes the best of it."
"She will, Mommy. She will."
A ghost of a smile painted it's way onto Kazumi's face. "Yeah..."
"Mommy? The stove's on fire."
{So, what've we learned t'day, folks?
Ah, Himeno a.k.a Haji. Your typical bad girl. Look at the clues: Long, black hair, strung out, ripped jeans, pocket knife and/or lighter. And so much more.
Keizuki: cute little boy with a big fat heart and cheeks to match.
Kazumi: Typical protective older sister with a twist. You shall find that out later. You wont believe le age =D.... }
