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Like Seagulls Cry Upon the Sea 1: Innocence

@rukh-keith

Yuuri was six when his sister left. Old enough to know the importance of their customs, and too young to practice them with reverence. At that time it seemed foreign to him.

She was travelling for a year to the north, accompanied by peers her age. They stood by the bridge, proud and accomplished, with their pelts on their shoulders. No bags, no personal items, they stood naked at the edge of the bridge. For he never understands how they didn't feel shame.

Their eyes fixed on the horizon, waiting until the beacon of light broke trou a new morning. The clock of green flames in Undine´s temple lit up brighter. Mary was there for a moment and the next she was gone. She jumped off into a world full of uncertainty, corruption and danger: the human world.

Tears flowed Yuuri's cheeks, rivers dripped in sorrow. His beloved sister didn't look back at them, she never flinched. Why travel so far? He wailed and cried his lungs out till tiredness took him hostage.

"Yuuri, my dear don't be sad. She'll come back." Hiroko, bless her wise motherly instinct, took Yuuri into her arms and sang him a nanny. She was a tender woman, it tore her up, seeing Mary part  "Someday you'll leave too", and she'd cry as much as Yuuri did.

And that's all it took for Toshiya,-Yuuri and Mary's father- to gain a sense of fear and trepidation. He'd have known it was time for their son's to his first visit to the temple of Undine. By law, every child of 6 summers would go to the temple to hear a song of prophecy, their destiny.

Everyone had a role in the tribe. A gatekeeper would protect the border between their world and humans. Caregivers will nurse the sick and helped mothers give birth safely. Masters took the newly presented children off the temples and gave then lessons of survival among other things. Hunters would bring meat for the tribe. Growers would take care of plants and sea life within the tribe.

Among the possible jobs one could be destined, the priesthood was an odd one. Only a few could sing on behalf of Undine. They were scarce because one must be born for the task. All Priests and priestesses were a gifted a heavenly voice. They lived on the nearby the bridge, dutifully watching over the green flames.

This summer Yuuri will learn his purpose in life, and like all of his peers, he was excited. Yuuko, his childhood friend especially. "Do you think you'll be a gatekeeper like your father or a caregiver like your mother?" She'd expectantly say, dreamy eyes looking at him.

"Don't know. I want to be a hunter!" Excitement took the best of him, he took a branch of coral rift and threw it off like a spear, so determined, that set Yuuko into a fit of giggling. "What do you want to be?" Unaware of a pesky onlooker was listening to them behind a bush of seaweed.

"A hunter, you piggy?... You'll only eat all the catch by yourself!" Takeshi, the worst bully of all their peers, reappeared behind them and pushed Yuuri to the sand bed. He looked astonished as Yuuko swam towards Yuuri to help him up.

"Leave him alone Takeshi!" She'd yell at him. For a split of a second regret was plastered on Takeshi's face soon replaced by annoyance. He despised the closeness between Yuuri and Yuuko, even if they were childhood friends. What did Yuuko see in a fat looser as Kattsuki?

"Need a girl to protect you? Yar such a wimp Satsuki!" That was the last drop of patience left for Yuuko. She grabbed a shell, aiming towards Takeshi's torso she hurled it directly on his face. "It's RUDE to listen to other people's conversations Takeshi".

Yuuri stood by speechless, Takeshi was dumbfounded too. They almost never witnessed Yuuko lose her temper, as she was usually levelheaded and mature for her age. One of the reasons why people called her Madonna. "Let's go home, Yuuri. I made sweets for YOU yesterday!".

Yuuri followed her along, cursing mentally his fortune. Takeshi was bitter already planning his revenge against him yet Yuuri was blushing. It can't be helped, Yuuko was his secret crush. All the boys his age had his sights on her, as she was gentle as a coral and loyal.  

"You should have done that Yuuko! He'll be angrier!". The sole thought of Takeshi´s infamous fists gave him chills. While Yuuri was not defenceless, he was not as developed as Takeshi. He knew he was chubbier and slow. Takeshi had more muscle and agility, he was already praised, even masters fought to each other to train a hunter or gatekeeper out of him (whatever side wins him first).

"He's jealous cuz you are special! I've heard you". Huffed the Madonna, she was already opening the rift to her home where her mother was receiving them on an affectionate hug. "W-what Oh! H-hello, miss Kobayashi sorry for intruding" squeaked Yuuri. How in the word they knew about his voice? He didn't even hum alone anymore! Never mind the surprise, he accepted the embrace.

"Mom, please tell Yuuri what we think of his singing voice!".

"Yuuko, manners". Miss Kobayashi, Yuuko's ever gentle mother, chastised her as always. Yuuko was a mature child yet sometimes her cheeky side came trou at home. Yuuri was aware of that, hell he liked even more for that. A well-behaved madonna outside and a carefree child inside. "Sorry, Mom. We came back! So, Mom What do you think?".

"Well,  he used to sing with mary". She thoughtfully phrased, worried she might hurt another child's sensitivity, Hiroko may not pardon her if she ever did. Yuuri was impressionable, easy to discourage and a bit naive. Perhaps those traits,

the innocence of his glances and softness of his temper were because of his role. Miss Kobayashi was quite sure, little Yuu-chan would become an excellent caregiver like his mother. "Yuu-chan, your voice is lovely to hear".

"Told you so!" Cried out Yuuko, grinning confidently. Then, her teasing charade guide Yuuri further to their kitchen. Neverlentless, Yuuko's mon was looking them attentively.  "Yuuri, your mother came by looking for you."

"Aww but mon, we just got here"

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SOOOOO LOOONG! Finally made it possible (?) Kind of. My skills are about 7th grade, How to improve?

[unlovelyunicorn]

The dissonant Disappearance of MK

CHAPTER 1: UNUSUAL REQUEST 

“Blog entry: farces and fortunes Feb, 4th 19** - Sabriélle, The Republic of Griege. By Chunalont P.

On the early evening of January 16th, Mary Katsuki left her cottage on Mirage Village. She sneaked off through the back door of her house, suspiciously running away. Back then, her household staff did not suspect anything strange about her constant absence nor her conspicuous behaviour the month prior. She did not say anything to her sick mother nor his preoccupied brother.

She had a highly ordain life, work from 8:00 o'clock on mornings to brunch at midday. She ate with her sick mother, drove back to her office, stayed at that place till 7 pm. then went home. No history of alcoholism, save the nasty habit of smoking her pipe at her studio. She wasn't a complicated businesswoman, one could describe her as a faultless boss.  She was hardworking, always improving her inherited legacy, as the majoritarian owner of a chain of hotels and resorts around the Riviera.

Despite all of the known facts on the case, one could not care less about someone who apparently has everything: money, education, and a degree of influence. The highlights were in fact, somewhere else. Her little brother, a young doncella of a night club "the white lady", had a conspicuous company around. If we -as mere spectators- could find the category of men that Yuuri Katsuki associated with, "Thugs" will be the accurate description. So we suspect him or at least mark him as a person of interest.

She had another relative, an aunt and godmother who was cut off the family 11 years ago. The reasons for her disinheritance, elude us to this day. Mary's grandfather was a forgiving man, may he be harsh with his descendence when he was alive as the reason, Who might know? That man was 12 feet underground along with his wife. Was she somehow involve? We do not discharge the possibility.

Her mother, Hiroko Katsuki, is a gentle soul. Bedbound, resting her apparent disease, remains a lucid woman. Her life, ever since her husband passing, has been exhausting. Almost like a candle losing its wax, in her grief she poured all her strength on the Katsuki Empire until she fell sick 5 years ago. Her devoted daughter, counted her blessings each day her mother ate, woke up, and went to sleep. However, as sweet as her mother is, she remains the chairwoman behind the Company.

In the midst of that, a private investigator was currently deciding if it was worth the effort to take or not a high profile case such as MK.  The case drops on his doorstep, or should we clarify,  illegally trespasses his office, makes a fire and drinks his scotch. Nothing but the sight of that innocent creature pleading his case plagued the mind of the detective for months to come.  Although what he could not predict, was the series of events and mishaps the disappearance on M.K brought to him. A scandalous affair, one should warn, if you are still keen, we are obliged to tell the accounts in details as we were there. Nothing will remain in the shadows."

For those who don't enjoy the pleasantries of the sweet cost, might not picture the charm of ambience, nor the humility of the mirage. A single evening of January holds an everlasting spring full of life, warm rugs of beach kissed by the sun and peaceful joy. The wind carries way the pure sea, caresses the palm trees and travels the vast jungle until it reaches its core. Full of sound and kindness, the Pacific coast stands proud and abundant like a caring mother.

While the torrid winter on the north takes hostage meadows, rivers and forests; life itself grieves dressed in white. Sadness and solitude govern relentlessly over the landscape, leaving only skeletons of trees, dry grass and dormant streams. There are not murmurs of singing birds nor evidence of footprints either. Like cemeteries devoid of mirth, lie down bare.

But our tale doesn't begin then when tourists seek refuge in December. This tale and the subsequent events began when Yuuri Katsuki, received a letter through the mail. An invitation to brunch with his sister, half a year before the tragedy stroke. As the protagonists of this story share their greetings and bread. The table is set, and a matter of urgency dropped.

-You want me to drop of Law School and rebel? Be disinherited?!  - Spilt his tea in shock, albeit terrified for his sister's demeanour. She never looked so sure before, not even when she took over the Katsuki Enterprises without help. After all, his sister is a stubborn woman that would rather burn bridges before asking help. 

-Yeah, basically. Look, I know its insane, but I really need your help with something.- She sight, lighting her pipe. From his seat, Yuuri saw in her eyes something he had never perceived on her before. He'd have sworn, that for an instant, fear clouded her gaze. Almost haunting, it made his skin crawl and his stomach sink.

-Mary, what the hell is wrong with you?! - He'd carefully ask as if the answer was a death sentence.

-Yuuri, please do as I ask. Everything has to be done carefully or it won't work.- That request did not stop the uncomfortable gut feeling of wrongness. Mary was waiting, unmovable. Another light shone on her features, one of a cornered lion, ready to bear its teeth to anyone.

-Why? Are we in danger?-  He pleads, anxiously. Yuuri approaches her sister, placing a hand on her shoulder.

-We are safe, for now. But something is wrong- She sighs, burying her face on the crook of his neck.

-You will never tell me anything, won’t you?- Whispered softly, embracing her.-

-I can't. Not yet anyway- Only then, she would meet his eyes, looking past a void of emptiness, uncharacteristically of her usual composed behaviour. He felt pressure to leave the mather alone.

-Why? - After gathering courage, she meets his sister on the eye.

-Might it be risky, this is a way to protect you.

-How being disinherited helps?!

-There will be a fight, you 'll be "disinherited" but not quite. It's just a ruse to distract them.- Gasped Yuuri, the whole plan sounding outlandish -  Then you'll seek work as a performer on a night club where this man works, he owes me a life debt.-She then, took off her lapel a photograph. It was a handsome young man, in his twenties, black undercut, clean looks but basically a marble statue. -I'll send you flowers every Tuesday-

-What if something happens? How will I contact you? You are not making any sense!

-If something goes wrong. I need you to contact this man- And she showed him a business card. A private investigator downtown: "Nikiforov Investigations"- Should anything happens to me Yuuri, this applies too.

-Mary, I c-can't do this!

-Promise me, Yuuri.

-But

-PROMISE ME YOU WILL DO IT!

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So, chapter one of a complicated thing is potentially out. This story is weird, involves chasing, guns, undercover mission, plotting of evil deeds, a burlesque show on a night club (which is lame, it simply does not justifies why oh why sweet Yuuri works on “The white lady”. Need to work on that) and romance in the peril of danger.

 Basically a Femme Fatale Yuuri and a stone face detective Viktor?

Question is: Is it going in a good direction? Opinions are highly welcome!