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chiba_yuriko) wrote2003-04-23 08:30 pm
chiba_yuriko) wrote2003-04-23 08:30 pm
Best place where I am to save a fic piece...
So bear with me people and read and enjoy, or ignore.
It all started out as a normal day for the doctor/assasin/insane murderer. Normal as a person like that gets anyway. He got up, showered, ate, went to work at the hospital, got off work, and started home just as the sunset was beginning to color the sky. In other words, passing for a functioning member of society.
Yup, Muraki Kazuatka was having a good day over all. He was taking a nice, long, round-about route to head home to enjoy the evening air.
Then the day started to not be so normal.
Something smacked into Muraki's legs from behind and he'd been so lost in his thoughts of a certain purple-eyed shinigami and what he'd look like with a different head that he hadn't heard at all until the small object had slammed into him and sent his balance for a loop.
Muraki stumbled a bit and caught his balance after a few teetering steps before whirling about to find out what the offending -thing- was. It turned out to be a small child.
A girl. Who was starting to sob.
Muraki silently cursed but slipped into his mask for society. Nice doctor coming up.
And he was hoping to get OTHER work done tonight before dinner. Ah well. He knelt next to the girl who appeared to have scraped her leg slightly after having bumped into him. He smiled gently at her.
"Are you all right, little one?"
She sniffed a few times, nodded, then a huge, cheery smile leapt to her face. Muraki had never seen the like with a child who had just been hurt.
"You! I was trying to catch up with you and you just kept walking and walking and walking and walking and..." He cut her off before she could continue.
"Why were you trying to catch up with me?" His good eye darted about to look for her parents. None to be seen. "Are you lost?"
She shook her head sending her pigtails whipping about her head. "Noooooooooooo, I'm not the one who is lost. Daaaaaaaaaddy is lost."
Muraki frowned slightly, "Your father is lost?"
The girl nodded cutely. "Hai! But I know where he is."
Muraki dismissed the fact that what she'd said made little sense. She looked no older than four or five at most. "Where is your father?"
She frowned for a moment and gripped his coat. "The evil ladies took him! And me, but I got away."
She grinned proudly at this. "And then I found you! Jiiiiiiiiiiiii-san."
Muraki was slightly surprised by this. Sure, she could call him that seeing as he was a stranger, but she wasn't saying it like that. She said it like she -knew- him.
"I've seen you in pictures with daddy!"
That unsettled the silver haired doctor.
"... what is your name?"
She closed her eyes and beamed at him, "Mibu Miya!"
Muraki just knew things could only go downhill from here...
(to be cont.)
That is all for now, I just gotta remember to save this on my compy later.
It all started out as a normal day for the doctor/assasin/insane murderer. Normal as a person like that gets anyway. He got up, showered, ate, went to work at the hospital, got off work, and started home just as the sunset was beginning to color the sky. In other words, passing for a functioning member of society.
Yup, Muraki Kazuatka was having a good day over all. He was taking a nice, long, round-about route to head home to enjoy the evening air.
Then the day started to not be so normal.
Something smacked into Muraki's legs from behind and he'd been so lost in his thoughts of a certain purple-eyed shinigami and what he'd look like with a different head that he hadn't heard at all until the small object had slammed into him and sent his balance for a loop.
Muraki stumbled a bit and caught his balance after a few teetering steps before whirling about to find out what the offending -thing- was. It turned out to be a small child.
A girl. Who was starting to sob.
Muraki silently cursed but slipped into his mask for society. Nice doctor coming up.
And he was hoping to get OTHER work done tonight before dinner. Ah well. He knelt next to the girl who appeared to have scraped her leg slightly after having bumped into him. He smiled gently at her.
"Are you all right, little one?"
She sniffed a few times, nodded, then a huge, cheery smile leapt to her face. Muraki had never seen the like with a child who had just been hurt.
"You! I was trying to catch up with you and you just kept walking and walking and walking and walking and..." He cut her off before she could continue.
"Why were you trying to catch up with me?" His good eye darted about to look for her parents. None to be seen. "Are you lost?"
She shook her head sending her pigtails whipping about her head. "Noooooooooooo, I'm not the one who is lost. Daaaaaaaaaddy is lost."
Muraki frowned slightly, "Your father is lost?"
The girl nodded cutely. "Hai! But I know where he is."
Muraki dismissed the fact that what she'd said made little sense. She looked no older than four or five at most. "Where is your father?"
She frowned for a moment and gripped his coat. "The evil ladies took him! And me, but I got away."
She grinned proudly at this. "And then I found you! Jiiiiiiiiiiiii-san."
Muraki was slightly surprised by this. Sure, she could call him that seeing as he was a stranger, but she wasn't saying it like that. She said it like she -knew- him.
"I've seen you in pictures with daddy!"
That unsettled the silver haired doctor.
"... what is your name?"
She closed her eyes and beamed at him, "Mibu Miya!"
Muraki just knew things could only go downhill from here...
(to be cont.)
That is all for now, I just gotta remember to save this on my compy later.