fic: Clessidra (1/??)
Title: Clessidra (1/??)
Pairing: Nishikido Ryo and Sawajiri Erika
Genre: suspense/angst AU
Rating: PG for now
Summary-like thing: Completely AU, inspired by an icon from saihara. Set in underground Tokyo; Nishikido Ryo is both a killer and a righteous man; he takes it upon himself to be the judge, jury, and executioner of known crime bosses... for a price. His new contract is socialite Sawajiri Erika, the youngest female Yakuza Saiko in the history of the modern world.
Disclaimer: Owned by Johnny's and Stardust promotion. Just messing with.
i. prelude to a nocturne
Most love stories begin when a boy meets a girl.
The dark and stormy night was a stage set for cliches of every kind; but inside the mansion in Denenchofu, over 500 of young, beautiful Erika Sawajiri's party guests were unaware of the nasty weather. Composed of Tokyo's wealthiest and greatest, most were not even familiar-- or simply ignored-- the fact that a hurricane was ripping through the city.
Up in her room, the hostess was caught surprised by a sudden power outage. A collective gasp emanated from her stunned, pampered guests, but Erika was used to the dark, having spent so much time in it. The power was soon restored to the house, but she remained in the dim, illuminated only by the lights from outside, and the occasional bolt of lightning.
"I know someone's in here," she stated coolly. "And it would do him well to show himself to me than make me call one of the Kyodai to search the house." A small smile played on her lips. "The advantages of seeing me severely outweigh the damages."
She waited a beat, then moved for the door with the intention of calling for one of the operatives. Suddenly, a shadow blocked her path.
"That's what I thought," she said evenly, trying to discern the shadow's face. "Who are you, and what do you need from me?"
"Sawajiri Erika," the shadow began, in a voice barely above a whisper. "I'm here to end your life."
Erika gathered her skirts and swept away from him to the wet bar. "If it's not men sent to marry me, it's men sent to kill me. How original." She poured herself a glass of vodka and turned back to the shadow. "You could have killed me in the small eternity I took to pour myself a drink, but you didn't," she stated, remarkably astute. "Which means there's something else. You might as well spit it out."
"My name is--"
"Boss?" came a voice from outside. "'jousan, are you in there?"
She opened her mouth to say yes, she was, but the shadow moved, covering her mouth with one gloved hand.
Erika promptly raised one stiletto-heeled foot and stomped on his instep. He released her, cursing softly.
"I'm in here, Kocho," she called out calmly, glaring at the shadow. "Give me another minute. I'll be right down." She listened for a minute until Kocho's footsteps faded away, then turned back to the shadow. "Next time you do that again, you'll get more than just my heel on your foot," she muttered, throwing her hair over her shoulder. "Now, what was that you were saying?"
He laughed a little. "You're something else, aren't you? Do you think I'm not serious about killing you?"
"You're serious, all right," Erika replied, looking out the window. "You wouldn't have made the effort to get here if you weren't. However," she said, scoffing, "that doesn't mean that I take you seriously."
The shadow moved towards her, grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. Erika stared up at him; lightning flashed and she could see his features, stare into his eyes. Defiant, she tilted her chin up at him. "What?"
"My name is Ryo Nishikido," he told her softly. "And I am here to kill you."
Pairing: Nishikido Ryo and Sawajiri Erika
Genre: suspense/angst AU
Rating: PG for now
Summary-like thing: Completely AU, inspired by an icon from saihara. Set in underground Tokyo; Nishikido Ryo is both a killer and a righteous man; he takes it upon himself to be the judge, jury, and executioner of known crime bosses... for a price. His new contract is socialite Sawajiri Erika, the youngest female Yakuza Saiko in the history of the modern world.
Disclaimer: Owned by Johnny's and Stardust promotion. Just messing with.
i. prelude to a nocturne
Most love stories begin when a boy meets a girl.
The dark and stormy night was a stage set for cliches of every kind; but inside the mansion in Denenchofu, over 500 of young, beautiful Erika Sawajiri's party guests were unaware of the nasty weather. Composed of Tokyo's wealthiest and greatest, most were not even familiar-- or simply ignored-- the fact that a hurricane was ripping through the city.
Up in her room, the hostess was caught surprised by a sudden power outage. A collective gasp emanated from her stunned, pampered guests, but Erika was used to the dark, having spent so much time in it. The power was soon restored to the house, but she remained in the dim, illuminated only by the lights from outside, and the occasional bolt of lightning.
"I know someone's in here," she stated coolly. "And it would do him well to show himself to me than make me call one of the Kyodai to search the house." A small smile played on her lips. "The advantages of seeing me severely outweigh the damages."
She waited a beat, then moved for the door with the intention of calling for one of the operatives. Suddenly, a shadow blocked her path.
"That's what I thought," she said evenly, trying to discern the shadow's face. "Who are you, and what do you need from me?"
"Sawajiri Erika," the shadow began, in a voice barely above a whisper. "I'm here to end your life."
Erika gathered her skirts and swept away from him to the wet bar. "If it's not men sent to marry me, it's men sent to kill me. How original." She poured herself a glass of vodka and turned back to the shadow. "You could have killed me in the small eternity I took to pour myself a drink, but you didn't," she stated, remarkably astute. "Which means there's something else. You might as well spit it out."
"My name is--"
"Boss?" came a voice from outside. "'jousan, are you in there?"
She opened her mouth to say yes, she was, but the shadow moved, covering her mouth with one gloved hand.
Erika promptly raised one stiletto-heeled foot and stomped on his instep. He released her, cursing softly.
"I'm in here, Kocho," she called out calmly, glaring at the shadow. "Give me another minute. I'll be right down." She listened for a minute until Kocho's footsteps faded away, then turned back to the shadow. "Next time you do that again, you'll get more than just my heel on your foot," she muttered, throwing her hair over her shoulder. "Now, what was that you were saying?"
He laughed a little. "You're something else, aren't you? Do you think I'm not serious about killing you?"
"You're serious, all right," Erika replied, looking out the window. "You wouldn't have made the effort to get here if you weren't. However," she said, scoffing, "that doesn't mean that I take you seriously."
The shadow moved towards her, grabbed her arm and pulled her to him. Erika stared up at him; lightning flashed and she could see his features, stare into his eyes. Defiant, she tilted her chin up at him. "What?"
"My name is Ryo Nishikido," he told her softly. "And I am here to kill you."