Because I've been meaning to and because I had the idea, I finally made a Bankotsu and Kagome pairing. Ever since seeing everyone's favorite sadistic halberd wielding assassin, I've been aching to make a cute (err cute?) fic about Kagome and him. Besides, how many undead killers look that hot? (.) Well whatever. Enjoy the first chapter of Assassin Café.
Sangotaku6
AU Bankotsu/Kagome Kagome is your everyday average high school freshmen. She has her fair share of problems: love, work, school, parents and siblings, etc. But handsome killers? How badly will life change for this schoolgirl when she coincidentally meets a teenaged boy who works as a waiter-by-day but is also secretly one of the most infamous assassins in all of Japan?
A dark figure jumped off a building, its ungodly speed being unmatched by no other, despite the enormously sized halberd the form carried.
He slid down the building, landing elegantly on a light poll. On this particular eerie Tokyo night, the normally endless streams of bustling people were no where to be seen. This area was completely empty to the naked eye. However, toa skilledtrained one, there were at least four other creatures lurking elsewhere, hidden by their immense speed and top sleuthing skills and the blanket of darkness only contributing as an aid.
This one specific individual, also clothed by this blanket of the dark, sat comfortably on the light post, a confident smirk gracing his features. His grin grew, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth.
"Today, you die."
He leaned against the pole, readying himself when a shiny jet black limousine came into his predatory view.
The man, not moving his head, glimpsed to the other buildings his members were stationed at. His innocent gesture was not a mere glance but a confirmation to the others that their mission began right now.
A suddenly white sparkle blinked back at him once. The man nodded and leapt easily from his post.
Good, the others are more than ready, he grinned at himself, readying for what laid ahead.
"So, Miss? What did you say your name was?" the gentleman smiled seductively.
"Oh sir!" she giggled, shooing him away with her hand. "How many times must I repeat? My name is Yoku. Niku Yoku."
The man nodded, hypnotized by the woman's simplistic beauty. Her short dark chocolate hair was worn loose, it barely passing her shoulders. Her iris colored dress, although not very revealing, was sexy in its own way, a long slit going up until her thin black underwear string was showing. Her neck was covered by a lavender silk scarf that matched exquisitely with the long dress. It also brought out the violet chandelier earrings that clipped from both ears and the line of eye shadow that traced the top of her large brown eyes. A thin violet line of lipstick graced her lips, which the man eyed hungrily.
"Sir?" she whispered lustily.
"Ah, uh, yes Ms. Yoku?" the young man stuttered nervously.
The woman unfolded her legs; the dress's slit showing more than necessary. She walked seductively towards him, her spell not ceasing control over him.
"I want you," she murmured still stalking him from the other side of the vehicle.
The man gulped loudly, inching deeper into the snug cushioning of the expensive limousine.
Nervously, he glanced both ways, and suddenly spotted a shining metal close by.
Immediately, the man pulled away from the lusty woman, who gave him a quick scowl. "T-There's something back there, Ms. Yoku! I saw something!" He exclaimed, loud enough to inform his chauffeur and the two bodyguards in the front, while waving his arm frantically about.
As if on cue, both bodyguards dug into their long black coats, disclosing a pair of reasonably sized shiny gunmetal arms glowing viciously in the dull lighting. The driver blinked at the side mirror, noting that nothing was following them. The pair of men scooted to the back seats where Niku Yoku and the president resided. Both men sat on either side of the couple, guarding them, namely the president, from both sides.
"Honey... they're ruining our moment!" the woman pouted childishly.
The young man looked lovingly into the woman's eyes. "Don't worry! I'll protect you and I'll make this up to you."
The girl nodded weakly, approving of his statement.
The girl pecked him on the lips, blushing furiously when the bodyguards eyed their intimate moment. The girl murmured a quiet "S'cuse me," before folding her hands over her legs.
One man leaned further back, trying to listen for any other cars in the area. When discovering no one, he sighed lightly and relaxed in his seat, closing his eyes peacefully. A sharp imperishable pain shot through his body, numbing every cell in his whole being.
The other guard watched the skyscrapers pass by. It was another fun day in the body guarding business. The oversexed young master had yet another innocent woman in his car. This was perfectly normal as the master did this often. The body guard groaned. There would be no peaceful slumber tonight then. Then, catching his attention, was a breaking of glass mixed with a cry of anguish.
The guy bolted his head and would've dropped his jaw if he hadn't been trained for this sort of thing.
The other guard's throat was pierced with five thin blades protruding bloodily. Attached to the blades was a single hand, formed in a fist which broke through the window. The man, whose hand it belonged to grinned wickedly, the green stripes on his face complimenting his wild unruly black hair.
The man jumped up and held out the gun to shoot the beast-like man with. Suddenly remembering the president, he whipped his head around to come face to face with a dead president, a bit of green liquid dribbling down his mouth to his chin. Instantly registering that the killer of the master was a deadly poison, the man gasped swiftly and turned his head to see over his shoulder.
"Sorry about your president," Niku spoke, although the voice was more a high pitched male than the original seductive female one he heard minutes ago. "He was really cute but I don't think he's any good in bed." The disguised man cracked his knuckles and spat out some kind of gooey liquid. He reached behind his back. "Die quietly!" the man cackled sadistically, suddenly pulling out an odd sword, which rapidly multiplied when he swung it, dicing the guard's body into several chunks with one swish of the blade.
Their job fulfilled, both assassins jumped out and off the racing vehicle, falling back on the hard cold cement road.
Hearing screams that only a hellish monster could produce from a person, the driver immediately reached for the nearest cell phone, hand shaking restlessly.
"Who do you plan on calling?"
The driver shot up to meet a pair of deep cerulean eyes that flickered evilly.
The boy was standing on the window, his hand outside the automobile. Unconsciously wondering why that was so, his silent question was soon answered with a deadly response.
Looking forward, a large oohoko came charging at him at an unnoticeable velocity, shattering the front window and slicing the driver's head clean off.
The freed head rolled out the window and got caught in the tire's path, ultimately crushing the skull with a loud snap and crack.
The boy with azure eyes grinned viciously, showing perfect fangs. He shrugged boredly and hopped out of the passenger's window, meeting his partners on the road.
Farther away, another mansitting on top of a large tank gave a quick command to the machine man. "Gesh!" the tank replied before shooting out loads of artillery at the deserted car, disposing of all evidence.
The man riding the tank looked in front of him and saw three figures, one towering above the other two, running towards him. The man's lips curved upward. "Mission success, Aniki," the man informed.
"Great!" the blue eyed man grinned.
Loud erupting sounded as several fireworks were lighted in the fire. Streaks of scarlet, azure, and gold pummeled upward like flaring rockets and burst vociferously when they reached the sky.
"So, Jakotsu, did you enjoy seducing the poor guy? Oh my bad. I meant 'Niku Yoku'!"
"Ha ha ha! Bankotsu, you think you're such a wise ass don't you?" Jakotsu grumbled, referring to the man with cobalt eyes. Pouting a bit, he quietly spoke up. "He was cute but surprisingly stupid. Guy was dumber than a rock! How can such a man run a successful company? It's awkward, outrageous, and bizarre! And kinda… sexy in a weird way."
The group of assassins looked at Jakotsu oddly.
"What!" the girlish man snapped back at them.
"How about we get the hell outta here, guys?" Bankotsu laughed, heaving his bloodied halberd over his shoulder.
The group happily agreed and jumped aboard the tank, talking and chatting away as if they hadn't killed anyone.
"Seven fifty…" a muffled voice murmured sleepily.
"SEVEN FIFTY! I'm gonna be LATE!" the girl cried, jumping up from her bed.
Trying to make the most out of the little time she had, the girl tried doing several things at once. She stumbled a bit down the stairs but somehow did manage make it down in one piece.
"Mom! Why didn't you wake me up!" the girl cried, struggling to run and brush her tangled hair at the same time.
As the dressed girl entered the kitchen scrambling to do different things at once, her mother was found washing some very dirty dishes.
"Kagome dear, you shut your alarm off. I did try to wake you but you just kept chanting 'five more minutes' until I left the room. Besides, you still have ten minutes left. It's only eight twenty," the soothing motherly tone informed her.
Kagome scowled. Her mom wasn't making damn life any better. She desperately wanted to say something but what could she say? It was her own fault she was late.
"Kuso!" Kagome growled before hurriedly heading out the door.
Kagome's mother frowned. "Kagome!" she called after her. "Don't pick up such bad language!"
Kagome ran to the bus stop. "Dammit! Dammit! Where is the bus?" Kagome yapped restlessly. With all the excess nervousness her body converted to energy, she almost looked as if she was jogging in place. "Ah screw it all!" Kagome stomped her foot on the sidewalk ground. She continued running. Right now, her only purpose in life was making it to school in time.
Upon arriving at school, no good news awaited Kagome Higurashi, age sixteen.
"I can not believe that that stupid teacher made me hold buckets of water all afternoon for being one freakin' minute late!" Kagome cried to her friend, once released from school's evil grasp.
"Oh, Kagome, Kagome!" Sango sighed, brushing some loose brown locks behind her ear.
"Hey! You're supposed to be on my side!" Kagome complained. "And to top off that damn cake with whipped cream, Eri, Arimi, and Yuka laughed at me during lunch! The whole period, mind you!" Kagome fumed heatedly.
"Hey, Gome, sorry you'll have to find someone else to vent your day off on. I've got to go pick up Kohaku now. See ya later!" Sango grinned, waving at her friend.
"Oh, well, okay! Bye Sango-chan! Tell Kohaku-kun I said hi!" Kagome called after her.
"Will do!"
Kagome smiled and waved until her friend was out of site. Frowning slightly, Kagome sighed. "Now I've got a lot of time to kill."
Kagome crossed the street and made some turns, hoping to spot that new clothing store Yuka was talking lately nonstop about. She didn't find it but Kagome did, however, window shop at some of the shops she passed by, hoping to find something of interest. One shop, in, particular did catch her interest.
Oddly enough, that shop turned out to be a restaurant but the main thing that caught her interest about it was the hordes of females eating at the place. There were very few males in the place.
"I wonder why," Kagome asked herself, the restaurant suddenly becoming a fire and she the hypnotized moth. Giving into temptation, Kagome crossed the street and made her way into the little eatery.
Kagome walked into the place. It was a little less crowded than outside and the place seemed to have an air of friendliness about it. Not to mention the smell of the food was outstanding!
Checking her bag and finding a few large bills, Kagome sat herself at a distant location and picked up the menu placed there.
Ooh, variety! Kagome grinned scanning down the menu. There were a large diversity of dishes and drinks but the restaurant, named the Dragon Café under closer inspection, specialized in Chinese cuisine and teas. "Lucky me. I love Chinese," Kagome smiled. "It's been a while since I've had a good Chow Mein, anyway." "Excuse me. Are you ready to place your order?"
Kagome jumped a bit. "Omigosh! You scared me!" Kagome laughed, placing her hand over her pounding heart. I should really lay off the coffee…
"Heh, sorry!"
The voice came from a boy slightly older than herself. He had very long black hair that reached down to his waist and was tied into a long valiant braid. He was well built from what Kagome saw; after all, he wore a loose blue shirt and a pair of black jeans behind the white apron. Without the apron, you would have never guessed he was a 'waiter'.
But the thing that stuck out more than his muscles and more than his almost smirking smile were his eyes. Big, bold, beautiful sapphire eyes. No one she had ever met had such gorgeous blue eyes. They glowed with strong pride and they were so immensely captivating and…
Deciding to wander back on the topic of 'food', Kagome smiled at him and said, "No harm done! I'm perfectly fine!"
"Hey, Ban! No chit-chatting with the customers! Hurry your ass up! It's getting busier!" a feminish voice shouted over to him.
Bankotsu rolled his eyes. Kagome smiled at him.
"Well, I can see you're busy so I'll hurry up. Can I have a Mongolian Beef meal? Large please."
"Sure," he replied, scribbling down her order on the small notepad.
A light ringing tune flooded Bankotsu's ears.
"Oh sorry!" the girl flushed digging in her pocket for her cell phone. She quickly opened it. "Mom? Yeah, I am but what- Huh? Do I really have to? Ugh, fine, Mom. I'll be there in like thirty minutes, okay? Fine! Bye!" The girl glared at the phone for a bit before sticking her tongue out at it and triumphantly snapping the phone shut.
"Should I cancel that order?" he smirked.
"Nah, but could you please bag it up for me to go?" the girl asked him.
"Sure," he said. "I'll be right back with your order."
Kagome sighed, holding up her cell phone. "I knew I should have never agreed to get you. Now I'm on Mom's and Grandpa's dog leash twenty four seven!" Kagome's head hit the table. "And now that Mum's given Souta my number, he's been joining in on the long walk."
Hearing someone behind her, Kagome lifted her head from the sturdy table.
"Back so soon?" She gave him a small smile. This was the fastest delivery she had ever had.
Bankotsu smiled back at her. "Hey, better to have one person get in trouble instead of two, huh?" he placed her order by her.
"It'll be-"
"Here. This should definitely cover it. Keep the change," she said, giving the boy a couple of bills. The girl took the bag and ran out. "Thanks! Bye!" she quickly waved to him.
He blinked at her. He'd have to say she was the oddest customer he had all day. Though he couldn't help but notice how cute and polite she was.
He looked down at the money she crushed into his hands.
His eyes widened.
He shut his eyes tightly and then slowly opened them again to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
No… No dream.
She's also a very generous tipper.
How was that for a first chapter? Not too action-y at the end, I'll admit, but it has to start a bit slow with average schoolgirl Kagome. Any comments or suggestions? Leave them in your reviews. Thanks and bye!