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Girl with Golden Eyes

Part one: Once upon the bayou

Warning: Graphic violence, drug use, Yakuza, Blood and some nudity.

Timeline: Early twentieth century

Summary: There once was a boy who discovered a dead girl, unable to help himself he sank his teeth into her rot, truly curious as to what Death tasted like.

Genre: Drama/Romance

Vocabulary:

Homme: French: Man.

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Louisiana

In the distance, closing with the setting sun a voice cried out, singing, chanting to the very heavens themselves. Creole pumped through her steady veins caused her to understand the cries fluidly, tears gathering in her blue eyes. Rocking gently back and forth on the aged wooden balcony her orbs carefully viewed the caliginous bayou, finding once and a while a pair of shiny, hungry eyes floating by.

"He ain't comin' child," Babet, the young girl's mother, a courtesan dressed in ragged, aged Victoria lace called out from the open door. Shaking her head in disapproval she couldn't help but sigh, her fine blonde hair swaying with the movement. "Angelique, yo' shoul' be learnin' to keep dos shapely legs of yours tied shut instead of runnin' off wit' fancy men. Den yo' wouldn' be raisin' no bastard."

Unconsciously Angelique drew the nursing newborn closer to her chest, his brilliant blue eyes staring up at her in pure, uninhibited wonder. Literally shaking her shoulders the young girl tried to dispel her mother's stinging voodoo words. "Off wit yo'," Angelique's coarse tobacco voice chimed, jerking her head her blonde ringlets bouncing with the effort.

"Hush," Babet crossed herself thrice. "Bad spirits dat homme ah be tell yo'," She spat out over her shoulder upon reentering their aged, rotting home.

Babet Leblanc may have been considered a lot of different vulgar words over the years, particularly in the presences of her daughter, but wrong was never one of them. Her golden child, Angelique was beauty incarnate, a stupid, loose kind of beauty with no values to speak of.

Raised on these cobblestone streets laced with liqueur and the steady heartbeat of potent jazz, Angelique found her place in world. To be charming but going without being bewitched by the heady smell of spices on a man's collar, that is until she allowed her path to cross with Naoki Chiba.

A Japanese businessman dressed in western garb, a rare sight indeed. With chartreuse enhanced orbs she crossed the noisy room, her slim digits playing with her corset. "'ello," Angelique purred, edging closer inhaling the scent of alters.

Smirking Naoki twisted his torso towards her. "Bold of you coming over, uninvited," His silvery tongue serving to hit every syllable with perfecting trained ease.

Her trimmed eyebrows rose slightly, "But, ah did receive an invitation." Angelique insisted, touching his temples softly. "Yo' eyes did the invitin', sugar. Dey be tell'in me how much yo' desire-" Allowing her liquor flavored words to trail off she watched with an air of superiority as his lips curved into a smile.

"Are they so foretelling?"

"Only t' dos," Angelique leaned forward giving him a brief flash of her ample breasts before kissing the tip of his nose. "Who kno' how to read dem."

Their brief affair lasted eight long nights, this being the most extensive relationship Angelique could boast of, starting with confessions tasting of King's cake and ending with hedonistic twisted expressions. Each morning she'd slink back to her moss covered home with more paper in her pockets then she could ever hope to spend.

Ever since her fifteenth year Angelique had been taught that a man's true character would snake out of him upon telling him that you were carrying his child. Appraising her with sharp, calculating eyes Naoki had simply nodded once, allowing his bank roll to replace his voice box.

Gloating, uninhibited, swelling joy had fed Angelique keeping her utterly amused until her body began to stretch and her own joy seemed caging. The tears cascaded down the sharp plains of her heart shaped face were not for the pain of child-bearing per say but for sheer vanity. This child of hers, the innocent monster had ruined her indefinitely. Contempt laced her tried sea colored orbs as they followed the water line, ears straining for the guttural sounds of an engine.

With numb, swollen, mosquito bitten skin her reward came in the form of a boat's engine drawing ever closer, exactly one hour after her mother had retired. Straining her eyes, trying to see through the murk Angelique stood. A moment of pleasure filled her completely upon spotting Naoki perched on the edge of a river boat.

Pleasure twisted with a tickling pain before darkness consumed her vision; faintly she was aware of the piercing sounds of a newborn's wailing.

She felt her unnamed child being lifted, taken from her weak, helpless arms right before her hemorrhaging body fell limp to the ground. Angelique jerked, the katana's lethal blade being yanked from her ribcage.

Fighting the darkness, dull eyes caught sight of Babet rushing out the front door armed simply with an old broom. Angelique tried to form a crying warning but her lips had already ceased heading her commands. Pain simply engulfed her senses; the curvaceous blonde shut her eyes tightly, trying desperately to drown out the wet sounds of Babet's entrails made when they splattered against the porch.

"Get his whore out of my sight," Naoki spat out the words to his three subordinates upon stepping onto dry land. Nodding carefully, Aki- a tall, overly tattooed man stepped forward, nudging Angelique with the bottom of his shoe. "Hm," Critical eyes glanced over the screaming child as another held him at arm's length. "We shall have to excuse that woman's eyes," He said in reference to the boy's sea colored orbs. Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth he continued to study the child, "Mamoru. Chiba Mamoru."

Unable to help himself Naoki glanced over his shoulder, viewing Angelique's body being rolled into the water, her burning, rage infused orbs locked onto his. He smirked, "What do my eyes reveal to you now?"

Floating on the water's surface Angelique watched helplessly as a pair of shinny, hungry eyes floated closer before its teeth lodged themselves into her side, rolling her into oblivion.

Much later, in purgatory Death would reveal to her that Naoki Chiba was no simple man indeed, but rather the head of one of the most violent yakuza families in the Japanese underground's tainted history.

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An: Ah, Mamoru's troubling beginnings.