Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Masque the Red Death ❯ Here's your mask of death. ( Chapter 1 )
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By: Anaki Of The Blood Wolves 
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Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Horror / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.26.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 663 | Visits: 739 | Status: Work In Progress
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Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Horror / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.26.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 663 | Visits: 739 | Status: Work In Progress
Masque The Red Death
Disclaimer: I only own the assasians, most of their victims, and a possible client or two.
~death poem~
*thinking*
"speaking"
Chapter One: Here's your mask of death.
It was a cold January winter night in a beautiful park in Nagoya, Japan. The sakura trees, bare of all leaves,
shiver in the harsh blowing winds, and all seem to have vanished into the warmth of their
houses. That is, all but one. It was a man, dressed in a heavy coat and warm hat, walking
along the snow-dusted path. He looks to be in his 30's, has brown eyes and what we can see of his hair is black.
Also, little did he know that hidden on benches under snow covered newspaper blankets, that two people were watching him.
He hears the rustle of paper as he walks past and pokes the lump on the bench curiously.
"Is anyone there?"
The lump doesn't move.
He pokes it again.
"Hello, is anyone in there?"
The lump shakes.
"Do me a favor will you? Quit poking me." the lump answers.
"No, you'll catch your death of cold, why don't you come home with me?"
The lump on the bench behind him sits up, revealing a young woman wearing
a tight skin suit under a long black trench coat, black boots, a warm hat and a
pair of sunglasses over her eyes.
"Sir, is your name Mataki Nishimoto, age 34, 146 lbs? Your birtdate
is 08/21/71, your current status is unmarried and you are the owner of
the largest computer company in Japan?"
The man, stunned, backs up slightly.
"Who are you, and how do you know all that about me?"
"Who we are doesn't matter, all you need to know is that we were sent here
to kill you." the other lump answers, also sitting up, it's a young boy, and he's
dressed the same as the woman, except he doesn't have on a skintight siut, he's
dressed normally.
Mataki shakes his head, making a break for it and zigzagging through the trees.
The woman shakes her head.
"Always they run..." she picks up a stone and throws it at his right leg,
successfully bringing him to his knees. The young man comes over with
a beautifully decorated white mask with threes stripes leading from the
eyeholes down to the mouth, along with a black star on each cheek and a
piece of paper, he pushes the mask on Mataki's face and waiting gleefully
as the frightened man tries to rip the mask from his face.
"Arsenic and strychnine. You should be dead, right about..." Mataki slumps to the ground.
"Now." the young man laughs as he thrusts his hand into the dead man's chest and rips out his heart.
He smears his blood over the mask until it's a deep red, pins the heart beside the body with a dagger
and pins the paper onto the dagger handle.
"Let's depart, we need to get the other half of our payment, Damia." the young man tells his partner,
smiling at his work.
The young woman nods.
"Of course Sakiti."
They disappear in a sudden blast of snow.
~Betryal of another, your soul will not reach Paradise,
your heart is impaled into the earth and binds you to it for eternity.~
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Love it? Hate it? Drop a review, but please, no flames.
Disclaimer: I only own the assasians, most of their victims, and a possible client or two.
~death poem~
*thinking*
"speaking"
Chapter One: Here's your mask of death.
It was a cold January winter night in a beautiful park in Nagoya, Japan. The sakura trees, bare of all leaves,
shiver in the harsh blowing winds, and all seem to have vanished into the warmth of their
houses. That is, all but one. It was a man, dressed in a heavy coat and warm hat, walking
along the snow-dusted path. He looks to be in his 30's, has brown eyes and what we can see of his hair is black.
Also, little did he know that hidden on benches under snow covered newspaper blankets, that two people were watching him.
He hears the rustle of paper as he walks past and pokes the lump on the bench curiously.
"Is anyone there?"
The lump doesn't move.
He pokes it again.
"Hello, is anyone in there?"
The lump shakes.
"Do me a favor will you? Quit poking me." the lump answers.
"No, you'll catch your death of cold, why don't you come home with me?"
The lump on the bench behind him sits up, revealing a young woman wearing
a tight skin suit under a long black trench coat, black boots, a warm hat and a
pair of sunglasses over her eyes.
"Sir, is your name Mataki Nishimoto, age 34, 146 lbs? Your birtdate
is 08/21/71, your current status is unmarried and you are the owner of
the largest computer company in Japan?"
The man, stunned, backs up slightly.
"Who are you, and how do you know all that about me?"
"Who we are doesn't matter, all you need to know is that we were sent here
to kill you." the other lump answers, also sitting up, it's a young boy, and he's
dressed the same as the woman, except he doesn't have on a skintight siut, he's
dressed normally.
Mataki shakes his head, making a break for it and zigzagging through the trees.
The woman shakes her head.
"Always they run..." she picks up a stone and throws it at his right leg,
successfully bringing him to his knees. The young man comes over with
a beautifully decorated white mask with threes stripes leading from the
eyeholes down to the mouth, along with a black star on each cheek and a
piece of paper, he pushes the mask on Mataki's face and waiting gleefully
as the frightened man tries to rip the mask from his face.
"Arsenic and strychnine. You should be dead, right about..." Mataki slumps to the ground.
"Now." the young man laughs as he thrusts his hand into the dead man's chest and rips out his heart.
He smears his blood over the mask until it's a deep red, pins the heart beside the body with a dagger
and pins the paper onto the dagger handle.
"Let's depart, we need to get the other half of our payment, Damia." the young man tells his partner,
smiling at his work.
The young woman nods.
"Of course Sakiti."
They disappear in a sudden blast of snow.
~Betryal of another, your soul will not reach Paradise,
your heart is impaled into the earth and binds you to it for eternity.~
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Love it? Hate it? Drop a review, but please, no flames.