• I guess I should start at the beginning, where it all started and I first...well, I'll tell you all about that later. First, I'll tell you who I am. I'm Katsumi Jirashi, a weird name probably - but it's mine. I should also tell you, since I was very young I've been able to see weird things and sometimes I sense things. I was born to parents that always seem to mess things up for me. My dad's a big-time business man, sometimes leaving for months and leaving me alone. It wasn't like that before, but now that my mom's dead...
    Anyway, I'm weird, my dad sucks. Life goes on. Until I get into another fight in school about how...ahem, well. On with the story.

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    It was raining, I remember feeling soaked and chilled to the bone. I'd run into our house, bolting the door behind me and pushing my hair out of my eyes when I heard a noise. I dropped my sopping wet jaket on the ground next to the door, and stepped out of my shoes. As I made my way towards the stairs, ignoring the noise - in our house, which was really only, you had to get used to creaks and groans - I started to pull my school uniform sweater over my head. My first mistake. The second was screaming. Because I'd screamed, I was hit. As I'd gone up the stairs, you see, there were two men standing there. In the glimspe I caught of them - I noticed a couple of things. They were thugs, though upper-class ones, they were clean - as clean as a thug can be, anyway. That, and they were both dressed in heavy clothes - big engineir boots included - and they were both armed. Steel guns flashed in their hands, and that was why I screamed. I hadn't even meant to. The first man backhanded me, and as I'd been in the middle of a step, I fell down the stairs backwards. I had no chance, I just fell. My feet lifted from the stairs, and I felt and almost gush of air around my legs, my back, arms, moving my wet clothing. And then I hit the stairs, hard, and rolled down, hitting different parts of my body simultaneously, apart. It was all the same, it all hurt. When I reached the bottom, I was on my stomach, hair in my face. I was in too much pain to move, and so I got a full view as the men walked down the stairs, ever so slowly, towards me. I was panicing on the inside, my heart racing - but then my vision blurred and darkness took me.

    When I woke up again, I was tied up and gagged. My skirt was ripped, one of my high socks was comepletely pushed down. It was freezing, where ever I was - my head pounded. I blinked, closing my eyes to stop it a little, and then I tried my hands. I was sitting in a chair, and they were bound behind me tightly. At a noise, a lound bang, I looked up with a start. Infront of me there was a man, not one of the ones from before. This one was more leather than anything, with some feirce looking tattoos. And he had a knife. I stared at it, the glinting silver underneath industiral lights. I knew I was shaking, and I could feel tears rolling down my face and collecting on my cloth gag. I knew what these men wanted; they were going to torture me, play with me, while another called my father for ransom. And I was pretty sure he wouldn't pay. The man came up to me, his face inches from mine, his knife right below my right eye.
    "Oh, don't cry sweet heart. I won't hurt you so bad." He said, with a vicious grin. His breath smelled horrible, made my tears flow even stronger.
    "Boss, I can't get ahold of the dad. The stupid secretary keeps sayin' he's in a meeting, and she won't ******** listen to me when I try to tell her what I want." Another man said from the door, and the man infront of me turned to glance at him.
    "Can't you tell I'm busy?" He hissed, then turned back to me.
    It went on like that for some time, until I lost track of the time, but I started measuring it by the cuts. Knife-man would cut me about every ten minutes, long and slow, so the actual cut would take a minute or two. Hours passed, and I ended up with over a hundred cuts, with one deep one on my upper thigh. At last, he stopped, and my head tilted back to stare at the diry white ceiling. What I wouldn't give to scream. As if hearing my thoughs, knife-guy pulled my gag down. I sucked air, about to scream, but he clamped his hand over my mouth.
    "I guess daddy's not coming, so that means you're mine." He said, his voice a disgusting purr. At that moment, my hate for all of these men appeared, and started to grow. Knife-guy removed his hand, and replaced it with his mouth so fast I had no idea what had happened. My anger flying, I flung my head forward and bit him. The guy staggered back, hand over his own mouth this time.
    And he laughed, low and taunting. "b***h. Ah, well. I liek my women with a little spirit." I glared at him, and then turned my head and spit. His blood came out, and landed with a gross splat on the floor.
    "When I get out of here, I'm going to hunt you down and torture you. I will kill you, slowly. But first I'm going to cut out that disgusting worm you call a tongue that you tried to shove down my throat and shove it up your a**!" I screamed the last part at him, my pale eyes open wide with rage. The man ran at me, knife raised, a murderous look in his eyes. When he was still a foot or two from me, he stopped mid-step. I stared at him, eyes wide. Then suddenly, there were arms wrapped around my neck, breath stirring the hair at my ear. I was too angry to ignore it, so I turned my head. It wasn't one of the thugs, but a dark haired boy more my age. I stared at him, though more at his eyes which changed from a nondescript gray color to bright cyan, dark violet, bloody red, and all sorts of other swirls of color.
    "My," He said, smiling at me, "Such anger you have." I blinked, my breath catching. I knew what this person was. He was an akuma - a demon.
    "Neh...?"
    "I'll get you out of here, but you have to promise me something." He told me, and I realized he was asking for a deal.
    "No." I said.
    "No? You don't want out?" He sounded dissapointed.
    "No. I want out, and I want you to kill them all." I told him, in a conspirator's tone. The boy smiled, a glint of malice in his eye.
    "That's what I like to hear. Don't you want to know what I want in exchange?"
    "No." My anger was too great, I wanted my vengence, I wanted their blood spilt and bodies broken. I wanted them dead, and I wanted out. I didn't care what it cost, just so long as it happened. Some little part of me knew I would regret it later, but that was later. The akuma nodded, and in a swift motion I was free of my ropes. In a graceful sort of way, he picked me up in his arms and jumped back - just as time started again and the man's knife came down where my heart used to be. In a little corner of my mind, I recalled that akuma can only make deals with those who were about to die, could only stop time then - even though there were many shapes and sizes of them. The akuma set me down on my feet, and then sprung on the man. He screamed, and oh...I'll never forget those screams. As the other men came running, more than I'd thought, I stood silent and stony as they screamed and their blood coated the walls. Great splashes of it, crunches from bones and other things. And I stood there, in my own personal hell, and waited. I watched it all, took it all in. This was my fault, and I didn't care. I didn't care about these men. I was even splashed with their blood - and still I didn't move, face impassive.

    When It was all said and done, the akuma strode back to me, wiping the blood off his hands onto his leather-belted outfit. I stared at him, still impassive.
    "We have to seal the deal," He told me, maybe a little...regretfull? I nodded, not knowing what to expect. He knelt down infront of me, and he dipped his finger in the blood from the large cut on my thigh. Taking the blood, he stood, and moved my blouse just a little so that he could draw a symbol just below my collar bone, on the right side. It was a up-side-down pentacle, or a pentagram, with strange writing around it. As I watched, it glowed, and then became like a black tattoo. The akuma, after a moment placed his fingers below my jaw, and tilted my head up. I was too shocked, numb, impassive, and more, to care. But I did notice that there was a silent appology in his eyes, which struck me as odd, and then he blinked and it was gone - and I could only think that I'd imagined it. The akuma boy kissed me, with force, but gentle force. I wondered at it, but only for a moment, because then I was taken by that same, all consuming, quiet darkness that had pulled me under earlier in the day.
    "Rin..." I found myself whispering, as I became limp and was being pulled away.
    "I've got you," the akuma answered, picking me up again. And I wasn't afraid, this was my demon. He wouldn't hurt me. Then I was gone.