Before the Seven Mysteries (Amane x Reader) {Abandoned}

Prologue

    Tears spilled profusely from her eyes, tracing clean and salty streaks down her bloodied face. The men who had cornered her in the stall were pushing each other around furiously for the chance to get to her, unintentionally trampling their fallen friend in the process. The girl was cowering as they were slowly beating down the stall door, hearing their shouts as she clutched her sharpened yawara.

    "Get the hell out of there now!" one of them screamed. The girl shrieked as he leapt up, scrabbling to try and get over the stall wall with a face twisted in senseless rage.

    "You won't get away with killing our friend, just give up!" another shouted, landing a hefty kick on the door.

    "You started this! Just leave me alone!" she shrieked, seeing the deep cracks being carved into the wood in an instant while the frame splintered under the hinges. She looked around with desperation for a way to escape, knowing the next blow to the door would be the last. Almost devoid of hope, she looked down, then saw something that gave her an idea. The faint light from the sinks peeked under the neighboring stall, and suddenly she had a plan.

    "We're not gonna just walk away from this!" the first shouted again. The door took another heavy hit, and this time it came flying down. Without a second thought, the girl dove down under it in the split second before it reached her, then scurried to the other stall. Before the men realized where she'd gone, she snuck around out of the second stall and behind them. 

    With an animalistic shout, she leaped at the second man, right over his friend's body, and plunged her yawara into the side of his neck with a more careful aim than her movements suggested. The sharpened tip ripped apart his jugular and tore a hole in his throat. She leapt back as he turned in disbelief. The blood spewing from him was dashed upon her skirt and her hands. The first man turned in disbelief, watching a second friend collapse into the throes of death tonight.

    He looked down at his friend for a few seconds before turning his cold glare to the girl. His body gave nothing away: not his arms, not his face, and not a word. He was wholly blank, save for the crystal clear tears in his eyes. The girl took the chance to catch her breath. Her arms were weak and flimsy, and her legs shook more than if she had run five miles straight. She knew that the only thing keeping her standing right now was the pure adrenaline flowing through her veins. The girl took in a shaky breath, willing her limbs to cease their shaking and willing her body to calm. A few moments later, she tightened her grip on the yawara. Absentmindedly she noticed how sticky the blood on it was. Her attention snapped to the man again, who seemed to have taken a calming breath just like she did.

    Fear once again reared its ugly head, but this time she pushed it down and away. To have fear now is to die, she thought to herself.

    In a movement faster than the eye of a hawk could follow, the man grabbed the wrist of the hand that held the yawara and dug his elbow savagely into her windpipe. The girl collapsed in an instant from the pain and anguish, gasping for air when not the slightest breeze of oxygen would enter her lungs. She began to panic. Her adrenaline was now working against her. Her heart beat fast, then faster and faster, wasting the precious reserves of air she had left.

    "It's a damn shame. All you had to do was give us what we wanted, and none of this would've happened," the man said, reaching down to grab her hair. He lifted her from the ground this way as she struggled to no avail. He brought her face to his, and as the tears were flowing freely and her mouth moved without sound, he spat in her face and slammed her down to the ground again.

    The girl was now limp, slumped on the ground as he'd left her. She had been knocked unconscious from the blow. While she lay there, entranced in a dream, she fell victim to suffocation in her sleep.

    The next morning, (Y/N) awoke. The sunshine was blinding in the bathroom, the puddles of blood strewn around reflected it with a morbid brilliance like she'd never seen. As she slowly began to open her eyes, she noticed she felt as light as the sun's rays. How, odd...

    (Y/N) shaded her face and at last saw what remained from the horrors of last night. She scrambled back and away, onto the windowsill. It seemed like the only place not tainted with thick red life. She curled up into a ball and closed her eyes again for a while, trying to understand what had happened.

    When she was finally ready to see what awaited her, she shrieked, for just a few feet away from her eyes lie her own corpse.

    For the next few days, all she did was lay on the windowsill and face the outside. While she lay there, two curious white orbs, one with a pink ring and the other with a blue circle, appeared. She felt great power within herself and within these hakujoudai that now accompanied her, but it would take her months before she finally came to accept and use this. It was many weeks before she faced the repaired and cleaned bathroom, but the events of that night will always haunt her.

A/N  
I know, very bloody and upsetting, but trust me it will be mostly light-hearted from here. This isn't exactly going to end happily, but it won't be too bad (I hope).

Look just trust me, ok? See you guys!