Cannibal Lover
Hasegawa hastily lit a cigarette and sucked in a deep breath of foul smoke before leaning back in his chair and putting his feet up on the desk. Reluctantly he reached over and picked up an extrodinaryly thick file along with several reams of psychological reports. Opening the file and dropping cigarette ash everywhere, Hasegawa swiftly rifted through the papers contained in the file looking for the subjects psycological report. Fishing out the summary he checked the length of the report. 127 pages! There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell that he'd be able to find it, read it thoroughly AND make sense of it in the few hours he had left. Dumping the file back on his desk the flustered Chief Inspector leafed through the loose documents looking for a suitable candidate. Suitable to co-exist with a schizophrenic psychopath with a penchant for ripping things apart. After reading only two lines Hasegawa decided, whoever pissed him off most today was going to get lumbered with the bitch from hell.
A bolt of pain screeched its' way up the slender man's side as he gently lay
down on the hard, wooden bed. He winced and jerked his heas back sending long
silver hair flying out in all directions. As the pain subsided he carefully
drew the heavy, coarse wollen blanket over his shivering form. Lying quietly
with moonlight highlighting his sharp, fragile features, he waited until the
sleeping pills kicked in. Forty-three minutes later he finally dozed off...
Red...red all around him, and he was floating. Floating in a sea of
crimson water...no, it was too thick to be water. What else was think and
crimson? Blood..he was submerged in a sea of blood! A deadly drop of panic
seeped into him and he began thrashing towards the surface...
Blocked...he couldn't reach the surface, he was trapped. Lack of oxygen was
beginning to fog his mind as he ran a delicate finger over the crimson
barrier. Cold. Ice cold. Frozen blood? No, he looked closer.....frozen rose
petals. He began to hammer desperately at the obstacle until he finally felt
the surrounding liquid begin to trickle down his throat. He opened his mouth
and tried to scream...
Screaming Benten jerked upright completely tangled in his heavy blanket. The
sharp knife-like pain in his side forced him to stop. He glanced down at his
side to discover that in his fitful sleep he'd managed to re-open the wound.
Again. A three month old wound situated right through him which ought to have
healed weeks ago.
He carefully rose from his makeshift bed and pottered in to the bathroom and
tried vainly to ignore his haggard face in the oversized mirror. After
filling the sink with warm water and salt he inspected the wound. A small
section had been re-opened; he must've scratched himself with one of his
fingernails in his sleep. Carefully the bishonen cleansed the wound and
injected the lousy healing potion (or whatever the hell it was) that the good
old doctor had prescribed him. After he'd tried to molest his paitent of course.
Sighing, he slowly made his way back to bed after collecting yet another
heavy, itchy woolen blanket from ita home (stuffed in a corner of the
room behind one of the wardrobes) and eased himself back into bed. He was
just dozing off whenthe buzzer on his collar activated. With a mental sigh of
fustration Benten pressed the switch rather angrily. Hasegawa's voice filtered
through the tiny speaking,
"Good morning Benten." Benten narrowed his eyes at Hasegawa's sickening tones
but didn't reply. Hasegawa ignored this lack of reply and continued, "I want
your skinny a ss down here right away. You've got half an hour!" then there was
the familiar hiss of static as the comm link was terminated.
Benten was surprise. Hasegawa never usually gave more than ten minutes for any
officer that was stuck in the lousy Section House to get to his office. This
meant one of two thing had happened ; either Hasegawa had some really bad,
horrible assignment that he was unlikely to survive or the other, which was
far too hideous to contemplate. It had already happened once. Or thirdly, it
could mean that Hasegawa was going to come on to him again which, of course,
was twice as bad as the first two options put together. Quickly he snapped out
of his revive and began nosing in his walk-in wardrobe. He was going to take
his time getting ready.
Thirty-one minutes later the Chief Inspector sat glaring at his three finest
officers; they were all pissing him off. Equally. He pondered the thought
momentarily before deciding that he was just pissed off in general. Probably
because he had a certain psychotic bitch to deal with. Hasegawa glared at
Gogul who was fiddling with yet another minute device (most likely illegal).
Stupid creative qualities, now that pissed Hasegawa off. Sengoku was
scratching his balls and he could smell the offensive little onion from across
the room. Hasegawa found this more disgusting (and somewhat familiar) than
annoying so he averted his gaze to Benten. The Ultimate Bishonen. Absoulutely
perfect in every sodding way, perfect nails, perfect hair, perfect make-up,
immaculate outfit...god damnit!! Now that really pissed himself off, how
could that ignorant creature creature remain so inhumanly beautiful and so
damn fucking horny even when half dead and beaten to hell? That settled it.
Since Benten was delicious enough to convine a happily-married straight man
to stray (he had proof!), then he was the number one contender to get his face
(and hopefully other various bits of his anatomy) ripped to shreds.
Hasegawa smiled for the first time in two weeks (since he'd heard the news
about the impeding arrival of a certain femme fatal) as he addressed the
sensual Benten,
"Ahh Benten, I have a erm...special assignment especially for you."
The reponse was a raised eyebrow. Hasegawa continued with a growing
excitement, he could just picture Benten with a scarred and twisted face,
"Oh yes a very special assignment indeed." Hasegawa's smirk broadened, "You're
the lucky fellow that gets to not only work with but co-exist with this team's
latest recrruitment."
The other eyebrow shot up along with a hint of amazement.
Hasegawa's smile was a wide as the Pacific Ocean as he introduced his latest
recruit.
"Gentlemen, it is my greatest pleasure to introduce you-" the doors swung
open violently and a mean-looking figure stalked through. Hasegawa's grin
somehow stretched even wider, "-Lucifer."
Juzo could have laughed out loud at the expressions on Gogul's and Sengoku's
faces. Gogul's was onne of pure shock while Sengoku's was one of confusion
(he obviously hadn't been paying attention) ans Benten's...
"Damn that smug bastard!" hissed Hasegawa. The only emotion Benten was
displaying was one of slight disdain.
Benten was struggling to retain his composure, he had to admit that he was just a little worried about working and um living with (Hasegawa HAD to be kidding) with the psycopath that was Lucifer. Slowly he adverted his gaze to Lucifer. She was roughly his height, of a slim build with numerous scars adorning her body; three wickedly carved across her left cheek, one straight across the bridge of her nose and a thick slash across the top of her breasts. She was gazing at him with cold calculating ice-blue grey eyes from underneath a shaggy mass of black and white hair. She looked distinctly unhappy with the arrangements. Well that made two of them, Benten could tell that it was the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
"God Hasegawa is such a fucking bastard! Why can't I jst work alone for
once?" scowled Lucifer who was lying across the floor in the main room of
Benten's tiny apartment. Benten was lounging in his comfortable white leather
chair with his Siamese cat curled in his lap.
"Well it could be because you're an out-of-control psychotic bitch with a
penchant for ripping people apart whether they be friend OR foe."
"What do you mean 'friend or foe'?" askedLucifer, jolting upright.
"You've dismembered each and everyone of your previous partners." replied
Benten absent-mindedly stroking the cat.
"Doesn't mean that they were friends."
"Lucifer, you killed your own parents."
Lucifer sighed and gazed up at wide eyes before shifting slightly to stare at
the floor,
"You don't know what you're talking about!" she hissed between clenched teeth,
"You will never understand the things they did which drove me to do what I
did."
"If you tell me I might." queried Benten intrigued.
"Why should I tell you? You'llonly exploit it and use it against me like the
others did." was the reluctant reply. Benten stopped there, he didn't want to
trigger an explosion so he pushed the cat off his lap, stood up and headed
into the tiny kitchen. He wanted to distance himself from Lucifer as much as
possible.
Hasegawa lay back in his king-sized bath letting the pink foam rise up to his
chin. He was wondering if Benten had been slashed up yet when his head
slipped into thw water.
"Miss Junichi!" he yelled impaitently, "Miss Junichi!!"
A few seconds later Okyo hurried across the smooth thiles, skidding and
slipping before coming to an abrupt halt at the steps which led down to the
sunken heart-shaped tub.
"Yes sir?" asked the flustered Okyo. Hasegawa smiled and looked up at his
personal assistant.
"Ahh Miss Junichi, I need my pillow moved back into its correct position."
instructed Hasegawa raising his head. Okyo knelt down and carefully repositioned
the fluorestant pink dought-shaped inflatable,
"All done sir!" she pronouced easing her boss's head back down onto the
inflatable, "Is there anything else I can do for you?"
"Yes my dear" responded Hasegawa, completely relaxed, "Would you please
light me a...oh I'll have a cigar for a change." He held out his hand and a
lit cigar was rather hurriedly delivered into it. Hasegawa drew in a deep draw
as he dismissed Okyo, shut his eyes and sunk further into the sweet-smelling
bubbles. Blowing the smoke out of his nostrils
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