We All Deserve to Die
Title: We All Deserve to Die
Chapter: 1
Pairing: just follow along (btw there are OC's)
Bands: The GazettE, D=Out, SuG, Alice Nine, Vistlip, Miyavi, Gackt and probably others. I like to keep it open
And there will also be use of Jactors in this as well.
Rating: pg-13 (Cursing) NC-17 overall I suppose
Author: allidesu411
Genre: Horror, Supernatural, Humor, Romance
Author's Note: So instead of working on the rest of my fics, I have started a new one.
Summary: In the 18th century, abandoned misfits can only live so far on the earnings of performances and hard labor. In order to live prosperously they are forced to sell the natural wealth of the human body, but no one ever said the bodies had to be theirs. No one ever said they had to be living either. Enter the Resurrection Men, the head of the body snatching game. Too bad there are others out for the same title.
“Oi! What is this?” a man’s voice rang in his head. It came from his right
The pain. Oh god, the pain that rolled in his skull was unbearable. How the hell did he wind up blacked out on the ground? Reita couldn’t figure out anything while his eyes tried to open to the world beyond his lids. They were fighting his commands every stitch of the way.
“Is he alive?” a female’s voice, this time from the left. He could feel body warmth against his cheeks. Reita could only guess they had stopped in to look at his form. Sight was the only thing fighting to happen within his body, he seemed utterly unable to move or even groan. Oh shit, he thought, maybe I am paralyzed.
“I don’t know,” the man again, “Poke him. See if he moves.”
“I will not,” the female said indignantly, “You poke him.” Reita could hear the hollow sound of hoofbeats prancing behind her. Please don’t run me over, I am not dead yet.
“Afraid of touching a body, are you?” the man scoffed. Reita was mentally screaming at them to stop bickering and help him get the fuck back to consciousness. “Seems a little hypocritical to me,” he finished.
She apparently wasn’t phased by his mocking as Reita felt finger tips on either of his cheeks. “Only if it’s alive is it an issue, people don’t care when they’re dead,” she said as she tilted his head slowly. Ow, ow, ow! Reita willed his mouth to scream. As if she could hear his mental anguish, she released her grip.
“What is that thing on his nose?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know. It looks like a plain old piece of cloth to me.”
“Well, if he’s dead, we may as well just drag him with the horse. Throw him with the rest when we get to the doc’s. More loot for us.” What the fuck was he talking about? And NO, don’t drag me with any damn horse!
“I don’t think so,” she whispered. Reita swore to marry this damn girl if she kept the other at bay long enough for him to get his body functioning. She was his only form of life line at the moment. The man would have had him hog tied and shipped off to some cockeyed meat market by now if he had happened upon Reita alone.
“Why the hell not? We are a team remember? Negotiations,” the man said plainly as if this had anything to do with damn negotiations.
She spoke in the same hushed tone, completely ignoring the man’s hot headedness, “Because his feet are moving, imbecile.”
Thank god! Reita shrieked to himself. Something had actually listened. Suddenly his eyes started to flutter and shapes came in blurs. “Oh shit, he is waking up,” the man whispered as if it were a secret. The man had dark features about him, the woman owned long hair that hung from beneath a large dark hood. Behind her loomed the horse he heard and just as distinct features came into focus Reita suddenly knew why his body didn’t want to wake up just yet. The pain throughout his body collided to his senses like a brick wall. His vision blurred as if it were diving down a drain and everything became black.
“Huh,” Yuu murmured, “Passed back out?” He flicked the man’s arm with his forefinger.
Airi nodded, “From the pain.” They crouched next to the body in silence for a moment before she sighed, “Well, help me get him on the horse. Maybe the doctor will patch him up when we get there.”
“And lose half of our pay as it is?! No way! Not for some random stranger!” Yuu shook his head in absolute distaste as she straightened up and readied the horse.
“We aren’t going to Doctor Camui tonight. I found another buyer.” She told him as he straightened to her eye level.
“Reliable source?” he questioned with narrow eyes and folded arms.
She rolled her eyes and nodded, “Doctor Ishihira. It will take us a little longer to get there, but worth the money from what I hear. Professor at the University for snobs. Met him in the pub across town last week. Real whack job, good character though.”
Yuu nodded with a queer look about his face as the sound of creaking wagon wheels hit their ears. Down the cobblestone alley groaned an old run down black carriage that moved their way. One man drove while three others sat atop the carriage roof. The pair turned back to each other, unamused by the presence of this strange vehicle. Aoi grabbed the waist coat that had been hanging through his looped arm and flung it around his shoulders and into place on his body.
“Well,” he sighed, “We may as well let his unconscious self ride in the carriage with the others so I don’t have to walk beside you. The carriage is too crowded as it is.”
Airi shrugged and mounted her horse with a swift kick off the ground. “At least they have gotten better with timing… It’s fine with me, just don’t let the morons sell off the living, we will go to hell for that indefinitely.” She wheeled the horse about and turned to the nearing carriage. “Koki!” she shouted.
A tall blond haired man swung into view from the innards of the vehicle. He hung of the side of it as he shouted, “Yes, ma’am!”
Yuu answered, “Pick up this one,” he kicked the man’s body lightly, “And be careful, it’s a breather.”
“Should I get the stake and sledge?”
Yuu laughed, “No, not that kind of breather. Keep him as alive as he already is.” The carriage squealed to a halt just behind the woman and her horse. Yuu stepped nonchalantly over the knocked out man as Koki loomed his way to retrieve him. With another kick of the leg and a light spook from the horse, Yuu sat in place behind Airi. “Because we all know selling a live body will damn us all to hell. It’s the dead that will keep us in good graces with the man up above,” he muttered to her.
She smirked at him, “It is your conscious I am worried about, I would sleep just fine at night.”
“Oh, I am sure,” he grinned while Koki carried the man to the carriage side as if he were a rag doll. He seemed weightless in the beastly man’s grasp.
Airi mockingly mouthed Yuu’s words. She turned to the men that sat with their carriage awaiting instruction, “Let’s get a move on before the law starts their rounds for the night.” She muttered in addition to Yuu, “Now shut up and hold on, or I am leaving you when your ass hits the dirt.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said sarcastically as he did what he was told. Both horses kicked into full motion as whoops and hollers rang through the streets from the men that sat around the horse and buggy.
Was it technically called body snatching if the body was still alive? Or more importantly, could it be called kidnapping when the human was unconscious? The rag tag group of hoodlums didn’t care either way it seemed.
Chapter: 1
Pairing: just follow along (btw there are OC's)
Bands: The GazettE, D=Out, SuG, Alice Nine, Vistlip, Miyavi, Gackt and probably others. I like to keep it open
And there will also be use of Jactors in this as well.
Rating: pg-13 (Cursing) NC-17 overall I suppose
Author: allidesu411
Genre: Horror, Supernatural, Humor, Romance
Author's Note: So instead of working on the rest of my fics, I have started a new one.
Summary: In the 18th century, abandoned misfits can only live so far on the earnings of performances and hard labor. In order to live prosperously they are forced to sell the natural wealth of the human body, but no one ever said the bodies had to be theirs. No one ever said they had to be living either. Enter the Resurrection Men, the head of the body snatching game. Too bad there are others out for the same title.
“Oi! What is this?” a man’s voice rang in his head. It came from his right
The pain. Oh god, the pain that rolled in his skull was unbearable. How the hell did he wind up blacked out on the ground? Reita couldn’t figure out anything while his eyes tried to open to the world beyond his lids. They were fighting his commands every stitch of the way.
“Is he alive?” a female’s voice, this time from the left. He could feel body warmth against his cheeks. Reita could only guess they had stopped in to look at his form. Sight was the only thing fighting to happen within his body, he seemed utterly unable to move or even groan. Oh shit, he thought, maybe I am paralyzed.
“I don’t know,” the man again, “Poke him. See if he moves.”
“I will not,” the female said indignantly, “You poke him.” Reita could hear the hollow sound of hoofbeats prancing behind her. Please don’t run me over, I am not dead yet.
“Afraid of touching a body, are you?” the man scoffed. Reita was mentally screaming at them to stop bickering and help him get the fuck back to consciousness. “Seems a little hypocritical to me,” he finished.
She apparently wasn’t phased by his mocking as Reita felt finger tips on either of his cheeks. “Only if it’s alive is it an issue, people don’t care when they’re dead,” she said as she tilted his head slowly. Ow, ow, ow! Reita willed his mouth to scream. As if she could hear his mental anguish, she released her grip.
“What is that thing on his nose?”
“How the hell am I supposed to know. It looks like a plain old piece of cloth to me.”
“Well, if he’s dead, we may as well just drag him with the horse. Throw him with the rest when we get to the doc’s. More loot for us.” What the fuck was he talking about? And NO, don’t drag me with any damn horse!
“I don’t think so,” she whispered. Reita swore to marry this damn girl if she kept the other at bay long enough for him to get his body functioning. She was his only form of life line at the moment. The man would have had him hog tied and shipped off to some cockeyed meat market by now if he had happened upon Reita alone.
“Why the hell not? We are a team remember? Negotiations,” the man said plainly as if this had anything to do with damn negotiations.
She spoke in the same hushed tone, completely ignoring the man’s hot headedness, “Because his feet are moving, imbecile.”
Thank god! Reita shrieked to himself. Something had actually listened. Suddenly his eyes started to flutter and shapes came in blurs. “Oh shit, he is waking up,” the man whispered as if it were a secret. The man had dark features about him, the woman owned long hair that hung from beneath a large dark hood. Behind her loomed the horse he heard and just as distinct features came into focus Reita suddenly knew why his body didn’t want to wake up just yet. The pain throughout his body collided to his senses like a brick wall. His vision blurred as if it were diving down a drain and everything became black.
“Huh,” Yuu murmured, “Passed back out?” He flicked the man’s arm with his forefinger.
Airi nodded, “From the pain.” They crouched next to the body in silence for a moment before she sighed, “Well, help me get him on the horse. Maybe the doctor will patch him up when we get there.”
“And lose half of our pay as it is?! No way! Not for some random stranger!” Yuu shook his head in absolute distaste as she straightened up and readied the horse.
“We aren’t going to Doctor Camui tonight. I found another buyer.” She told him as he straightened to her eye level.
“Reliable source?” he questioned with narrow eyes and folded arms.
She rolled her eyes and nodded, “Doctor Ishihira. It will take us a little longer to get there, but worth the money from what I hear. Professor at the University for snobs. Met him in the pub across town last week. Real whack job, good character though.”
Yuu nodded with a queer look about his face as the sound of creaking wagon wheels hit their ears. Down the cobblestone alley groaned an old run down black carriage that moved their way. One man drove while three others sat atop the carriage roof. The pair turned back to each other, unamused by the presence of this strange vehicle. Aoi grabbed the waist coat that had been hanging through his looped arm and flung it around his shoulders and into place on his body.
“Well,” he sighed, “We may as well let his unconscious self ride in the carriage with the others so I don’t have to walk beside you. The carriage is too crowded as it is.”
Airi shrugged and mounted her horse with a swift kick off the ground. “At least they have gotten better with timing… It’s fine with me, just don’t let the morons sell off the living, we will go to hell for that indefinitely.” She wheeled the horse about and turned to the nearing carriage. “Koki!” she shouted.
A tall blond haired man swung into view from the innards of the vehicle. He hung of the side of it as he shouted, “Yes, ma’am!”
Yuu answered, “Pick up this one,” he kicked the man’s body lightly, “And be careful, it’s a breather.”
“Should I get the stake and sledge?”
Yuu laughed, “No, not that kind of breather. Keep him as alive as he already is.” The carriage squealed to a halt just behind the woman and her horse. Yuu stepped nonchalantly over the knocked out man as Koki loomed his way to retrieve him. With another kick of the leg and a light spook from the horse, Yuu sat in place behind Airi. “Because we all know selling a live body will damn us all to hell. It’s the dead that will keep us in good graces with the man up above,” he muttered to her.
She smirked at him, “It is your conscious I am worried about, I would sleep just fine at night.”
“Oh, I am sure,” he grinned while Koki carried the man to the carriage side as if he were a rag doll. He seemed weightless in the beastly man’s grasp.
Airi mockingly mouthed Yuu’s words. She turned to the men that sat with their carriage awaiting instruction, “Let’s get a move on before the law starts their rounds for the night.” She muttered in addition to Yuu, “Now shut up and hold on, or I am leaving you when your ass hits the dirt.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said sarcastically as he did what he was told. Both horses kicked into full motion as whoops and hollers rang through the streets from the men that sat around the horse and buggy.
Was it technically called body snatching if the body was still alive? Or more importantly, could it be called kidnapping when the human was unconscious? The rag tag group of hoodlums didn’t care either way it seemed.