Author's notes:
Wehehehe. Well, what do you know… a new fic. *grins* Hmmm… I'm thinking that this will be a bit shorter than the TVA, 'coz I don't really have a plot in mind. EHEHE. Suggestions are very welcome. ^_^Ummm… I prefer it if you would read "The Vampire Aoshi" for better understanding. But if you're too lazy to read it, it's okay. I'm going to put important excerpts from there so you don't have to. I'm not forcing anyone to read. *push push* *shove shove*
Hmm… well, what else? I'll try to put humor in this one but their situation is kind of awkward. Tends to lean on the angsty side. Hmmm… but not to worry! I can squeeze in some head- bonking, really bad cooking, and other stuff. :D
Sooo… this is for all you, minna-san! Especially those who read TVA! Great inspiration! ^.~ Without further ado, I give you…
Disclaimer BOY!
: *DB bows* Ehhh. I didn't forget you. *pulls a chord and an anvil falls from nowhere, hitting DB* Ladeeda. Don't own Rurouni Kenshin!Repossession
By Tesuka- chan
Prologue
Memories
She stared at the blood in her hands.
The thin trail of thick, crimson liquid slid down her palms, to her forearm, and finally dripping down to floor. Blue eyes flickered in pain, the sharpness finally registering in her mind.
A memory flashed.
They were fighting. For her. But he can't win against the other… he's too weak. She must stop this. Stop the swords… the fight…
… she was looking at her two fingers. Blood was dripping down from them.
He glanced at her and saw her looking at her bloodied hands. Distracted. A sword pierced his side. Because of her… no. Stop this.
"… please, don't die on me… please…"
She surfaced from it. It always gave her the feeling of drowning, of helplessness, these flashbacks. But none of these made sense to her. She knew it while she was remembering… but it all seemed hazy every time they go away. Making her feel empty and helpless. Something would ache inside for a while… then it was gone, just like the memories.
She cursed. Snap out of it. Just fix this bloody mess. She began moving earnestly again, bandaging her cut finger with a kitchen rag until she could find a decent enough bandage. She sighed. I really can't understand why I can't fix dinner properly! It's so easy… yet when I try my hand at it, I just can't. How weird is that?
She shook her head, dark blue locks fell around her pale, heart shaped face. She tried to chop the vegetables again, but it's no use. She almost cut her thumb for the fifth time. Well, not that it matters much, anyway. It would heal right back after a few seconds. What worries her is the flash of pain… and usually the flash of elusive memories that come with it.
The knife cluttered noisily against the linoleum floor.
She can't handle this right now. Putting her palms on top of the table, she tried to take in deep breaths. It was coming. She knew it. She hated it… hated the unexplained deep hunger, the unquenchable thirst. Only one thing can help her. One life source that will help her stay alive.
Blood.
That sweet, coppery taste, the red, thick substance… it almost equates to oxygen for her, in terms of need. Without it, she suffocates, dying quietly inside.
The pain comes in waves, blow by blow, wearing her self-control. She collapsed to the floor, shaking, trembling… like a baby left out in the snow. Her silver blue eyes were wide, the irises diluted. She was in so much pain… too much pain. I- I can't… take this anymore…
Then it was gone.
She sat there, heaving breaths, aching heart. How long is this going to continue? How long is this going to last?
Why won't it just go away?
~~~
They painted up your secrets
With the lies they told you
And the least they ever gave you
Was the most you ever knew
~~~
"Dear child, are you all right? I heard some noises from here and…," the old woman stopped abruptly, taking in the sweating form in the floor. After a moment, she quickly knelt in front of the girl, checking if she's all right.
"O-obaa- san," the silver- eyed girl whispered, looking gratefully at the kind old woman… at her old wrinkled face and yellowish skin… at her faded gray eyes and the wisps of white hair half covering them…
… at her throat where a pulse beat steady.
~~~
And I wonder where these dreams go
'Cause the world gets in your way
What's the point in all this screaming
No one's listening anyway
~~~
NO! Stop… stop it! I can't think of that… I'll have to control myself. I'll feed soon, and after that, I'll be okay.
I'll be okay.
She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself. She couldn't – wouldn't harm this kind old lady who took her in when she was all lost and alone in the dark, without any memories or evidences on who she was. The woman had took pity on her and started to give her food, but hesitated once she saw the two sharp, pointed teeth protruding from her upper lip. She brought the girl home instead and gave her one of her rabbits, which she drained of blood feverishly and almost desperately. After that, she swore to stay and help out the old lady, in exchange for the rabbit's blood.
She was very grateful to her… and she promised that she will not harm her at any cost.
~~~
Your voice is small and fading
And you hide in here unknown
And your mother loves your father
'Cause she's got nowhere to go
~~~
"Itee…" the old woman exclaimed. She had seen the knife on the floor and was bending to pick it up when her finger slid over its sharp end, piercing through the thin skin. Blood welled and started dripping on the floor.
The blue- black- haired girl, more composed now, saw this, stood up wobbling and made her way towards the grandmother to help her with the knife. She picked it up and put it on the sink and took a rag to clean the bloodied linoleum. She bent, and stopped short.
A fat, crimson droplet was sitting there, enticing and tempting.
She moved her index finger towards it and touched the thick liquid. Her food. Her drink. Her life source.
I… I can't control this anymore. I need this. Or I'll die.
Her eyes turned completely silver.
~~~
And she wonders where these dreams go
'Cause the world got in her way
What's the point in ever trying
Nothing's changing anyway
~~~
Everything was hazy, pictures all blurred.
There was just this hungry feeling, and it completely took over her, making her forget her promise, her vow. It made her forget her beliefs. It was like the primal being inside her just came out, shoving her real self into the corner, watching the blurred pictures, hearing the muffled cries.
The muffled cries.
Then it was no more.
~~~
They press their lips against you
And you love the lies they say
And I tried so hard to reach you
But you're falling anyway
~~~
She woke up, oddly satisfied. She didn't open her eyes right away because she wanted to make the feeling of contentment last. But it didn't last long anyway because something sticky was in her fingers and mouth and she hated feeling all icky and dirty. She finally opened her eyes, and for a moment there, her heart stopped.
She was lying on the kitchen floor, leaning against the sink. Obaa- san was on her lap, looking like a sleeping grandmother, which would have been the case if it weren't for the blood. Smudges of scarlet were everywhere, on the table, up the walls, even on their clothes. She looked at her sticky fingers caked with blood. She realized that the same substance was also on her lips.
Cobalt eyes widened.
It can't be!
But it is. It happened. And she did it. The vilest thing that she swore never to do, she had done it. She can never live without guilt again.
Sobs came, wracking her pale, bent form. She cried for everything, for being cursed, for being this evil creature that cannot be controlled. She knew now that for her, there is no salvation. For her, there is no hope. She is what she is and nothing can change that.
It's either she accepts that fact, or die.
~~~
And you know I see right through you
When the world gets in your way
What's the point in all the screaming
You're not listening anyway
~~~
A memory flashed.
Endless amethyst… a wonderful purple shade.
And the words that can either be a blessing or a curse:
"Kaoru…please, don't die on me… please…"
A/n: This is so angst- ridden. *sweatdrop* Well, I've decided that I'll probably write this when I feel sad or depressed… (which is often, do not worry ;p)
So what do you think? It's quite different from the other fics I've written and it's the first of its kind, in my writings. Oh yeah, the song is Acoustic #3 by the Googoo dolls. Heart- wrenching song… and I don't own that either. *pffft*
Well, read and review minna- san! ^_^