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Through Life, Death, and Everything In Between
Summary: Two souls who fought to be together, in two bodies that don’t know one another. Can two lovers who have surpassed the limitations of life and death, find one another? And can they learn to live past their differences? A love that is forbidden, will soon rise to limits beyond imagination.
Chapter One: To Meet In Limbo.
“Watch where you’re going!” a gruff voice ordered as Yumi felt to hands grab her shoulders and push her back.
Yumi opened her eyes large purple eyes to see what…or who she had hit.
“I-I-I’m sorry,” she apologized as she looked up at the tall boy.
He has spiky brown hair and his dark brown eyes pierced into Yumi’s very soul. He smirked and slightly revealed, pure, white, teeth.
“Well looky here boys,” he said as he turned to look over his shoulder at his men, “We have ourselves a pretty lady,” he said as he turned his head back to Yumi. Yumi blinked and tried to turn around to run away, “Whoa, where ya goin’?” the boy asked as he grabbed her arm. It took Yumi a second, but she recognized this boy. He was about eighteen, same as her, and he and his three friends go to her school. Unfortunately, she didn’t know his name, but that didn’t really matter at the moment. “You’re not trying to run away are ya?” the boy asked.
His three friends walked up and circled Yumi, “Please, let me go. I have to go home,” she pleaded, trembling slightly.
The brown-eyed boy looked around at all of his friends, “Well, do ya hear that? She just wants ta go home,” he said in a whiney tone, “What do you think boys. Should we let er?” he asked as he looked around at his friends.
“No!” the three said in unison.
The boy shrugged, “And the no’s have it,” he said excitedly.
He and the other boys dragged Yumi into the alley. She had no hope now, she was a goner. As the boys dragged her into the alley, a figure is seen leaning on the building. He has his hands in his pocket and he smirks a little.
“Show time,” the figure said as he turned around and faced the building. He leapt up into the air.
She hit her head hard and her vision began to blur slightly, “Well, you sure are a feisty one,” the brown eyed boy said as he walked up to her, his friends standing about ten feet behind him.
Yumi blinked, the pain in her head was unbearable, “Please let me go,” she pleaded again, seeing how this was all she could do at the moment.
The brown eyed boy laughed a bit, “Not until I’ve had a little fun,” he said as he pulled a pocket knife from his back pocket. With a flick of the wrist, the blade appeared, “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt,” he said as he knelt down in front of her. A smile appeared on the face that was now mere inches in front of Yumi’s, “Until I kill you that is,” he said, humor in his voice. “Oh, this is in the way,” he said as he removed Yumi’s jacket.
He slowly ran his knife across Yumi’s chest. He stopped when he reached the row of buttons on her white, uniform, shirt. He began to cut her shirt open while she came in and out of consciousness.
“Leave the poor woman alone,” came the voice of a young man from the shadows.
The brown-eyed boy looked up, “Who’s there?” he asked as he got to his feet.
Out of the darkness walked a man who appeared to be about twenty-one. He black hair was slicked back, except the front, which was spiked. His eyes were closed as he walked forward. His black pants and shirt stood out against his pale skin. His hands were in the pockets of the long coat he was wearing, also black. The only thing not black on him, was the small chain he was wearing around his neck.
“I am,” he said as he looked up at the boy, his black eyes instantly striking fear into him, “You may call me Taro,” he said excitedly.
The boy swallowed hard, “Well, Taro, if you know what is good for you, you’ll leave right now,” the boy threatened as his friends walked up closer behind him.
Taro smirked, his white teeth breaking through the darkness, “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, not sounding the least bit threatened.
The boy shook his head, “You’re wasting my time,” he said as he walked toward Yumi again. Taro walked over and stood in front of Yumi, moving so fast that he caught the boy off guard. The boy’s eyes narrowed on him, “Move you idiot!” he scorned, his brown eyes filled with rage.
“Hmm, no,” Taro answered simply, the small smirk still plastered on his pale face.
The boy’s anger rose to extreme levels, “That’s it, you either move, or you’re first,” he scorned as he held up his blade.
Taro looked at it and smiled, “You can have this girl over my dead body,” he said slowly, making sure the boy caught every word.
The boy laughed, “Ok, I’ve killed before. I’ll do it again,” he said as he took the blade and shoved it deep into Taro’s stomach. Taro’s mouth opened and his eyes widened with surprise. He grabbed the boy’s arm as he began twisting the knife into Taro’s gut. The boy let go and Taro fell hard on the ground, “See, you should never get in my way,” he laughed evilly.
“That was good, but…” Taro began as he jumped to his feet, “You were a little shaking,” the boy’s eyes, as well as those of his friends, widened with fear, “I give you an eight. The delivery needs some improvement,” he said with a smile.
“W-what just happened?” the boy asked in disbelief.
Taro pulled the knife from his stomach and held it up, “Not an Emmy winning performance. How about another try?” he asked with a smile.
The boys looked down at the hole in Taro’s shirt. They gasped when they saw his wound heal before their eyes.
The boy looked up at Taro, a little surprised, “What are you?” he asked confused.
“Well,” Taro said as he looked around a bit, “Hmmm, oh, here we go,” he said as he grabbed the boy and pulled him close to him, “When you look in the blade of this knife,” he said as he wiped away the blood from the blade, “What do you see?” he asked as he looked to the boy.
“I see my reflection,” he answered simply, seeing how this wasn’t a hard question.
“Good good,” Taro smiled, “Now, I’ll hold the blade up to me. What do you see now?” he asked.
The boy looked into the blade and fear filled his face, “I don’t see anything,” he replied, a bit hesitant.
“Really?” Taro asked as he looked at the young man, “No reflection. What could that mean?” he said shaking his head.
The boy looked at him, than did a double take. He screamed and fell backward. He did a sorta crabwalk in an attempt to get away. Taro looked at him. His ears were now pointed, his pupils were cat slitted, and his eyes were blood red.
“You’re a freak!” the boy yelled as he got to his feet and he and his friends walked backward to the end of the alley.
“No, I’m a vampire,” Taro said shaking his head. His smirk revealed pearly white fangs. The boys screamed once again before running out of the alley, “I loose more friend like that,” Taro said as he shook his head. He heard some moaning coming from behind him. He turned around and looked at Yumi, who was still on the ground, “Well, we can’t forget about you, now can we?” he said as he knelt down in front of her. “My, you’re pretty. Seems almost a shame to kill you,” he said as he ran his hand down the side of her face, “Hmm, not too shabby,” he said as he pulled her tore shirt back slightly.
He didn’t realize just how bad his timing was. Yumi opened one eye and saw him.
“You pervert!” she screamed as she slapped the side of his face.
Taro fell backward. He changed back to his other appearance as he sat up.
“What, I was admiring your gift,” he smirked.
Yumi stood up, she had a bit of a dizzy spell and grabbed the side of her head as she swayed. She quickly caught her balance and glared down at Taro.
“You haven’t seen my gift yet you perve!” she yelled. She held her open palms out toward Taro and closed her eyes to concentrate,
“Bring all the power that I seek,
To punish the one who tried to peek,
He had the nerve,
So kill this perve!” she yelled as a bright light shone from her open hands.
When all was clear she lowered her hands and opened her eyes. The smoke cleared to reveal Taro standing five feet away.
“Was that…a spell?” he asked in disbelief. He doubled over and grabbed his knees as he began to laugh uncontrollably, “That was sad!” he yelled as he held his head.
Yumi put her hands on her hips, “Shut up,” she whined fire in her eyes, “It doesn’t have to be pretty, it just has to rhyme,” she scorned as she crossed her arms over her chest.
Taro stood up and looked at her, “Well, it didn’t work. I’m already dead and have been for a little over five hundred years,” he said, trying to speak calmly but humor still lingered in his voice.
Yumi had a look of defeat on her face, but a smirk appeared when she thought of a come back, “I should have known. You certainly look five hundred years old and dead,” she said as she raised an eyebrow.
Taro’s smile faded, “Hey, that’s cold,” he whined pathetically.
“Just like your skin, right?” Yumi asked, proud of herself for getting the upper hand.
Taro opened his mouth to say something, but was cut off when Yumi once again lost her balance. He ran over and caught her in his arms, “Hey, don’t pass out now, this was just getting good,” he said as he tried to fan her off the unconscious woman with his hand.
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