Deja Vu

This is my first posted fanfic. Thanks for reading, and please let me know if you see any grammatical errors or anything of that nature. (Misplaced commas and run-on sentences are my worst issues.) On a different note, I’m writing each chapter to a different song to give it a particular feel. If you’d like to know what they are and/or want an mp3 of them, let me know and I’ll hook you up.
I swear the rest of the story isn't as violent as the first chapter.

I don’t own Inuyasha.

*San’ya is one of Tokyo’s worst slums according to the research I’ve done.

Chapter 1

Rin Akimura unlocked the door, trying not to pay attention to the muffled moans coming from the tiny closet of a studio in San’ya that she shared with her best friend Hanako. As the door opened with a rusty squeal, she heard a slap and the moaning stopped. She couldn’t see the occupants of the room, but she knew it would be Hanako and one of her clients.

“Don’t worry, it’s just me.” She called softly into the silence. A dull thump hit her ears and she heard Hanako groan.

“Help...” She gurgled, the noise sounding as though there was something covering her mouth.

“Hanako!” Rin cried, flipping on the light to her left. The scene illuminated before her was one of violence. Hanako was naked aside from her stockings, her body, from what Rin could see if it was covered in blood and welts, her arm visibly broken, bone jutting out at an odd angle. Her assailant, though a medium sized man, seemed to tower over her tiny friend. He had one hand covering her mouth, the other around her throat, pushing her against the ground. She writhed against him, hitting him with seeming futility.

Rin made a mad dash for the large vegetable cutting knife on the kitchenette counter to her right. She spun and ran towards the man, aiming for his ribs, a portion of her mind noticing that Hanako’s face was turning blue, her eyes wide and unblinking. He swung around and dodged her stab, grabbing her by the weaponed arm and pinning her against the wall by her hand. He cursed at her as his fist hit her in the right eye, making her see white flashes that faded into red. With her free hand she clawed his face, leaving angry bleeding scratch marks down the left side of his face.

He gave a feral growl of rage and ripped the knife out of her hand, stabbing her through the arm and pinning her against the wall. Pain unlike any she had felt before seared through her arm, nearly incapacitating her entire body. Some survival instinct that went even deeper than the agony kicked in and she levered her leg back, kneeing him full force in the genitalia. He bent over, howling in pain and she ripped the knife out of the wall and her arm, pain once more blinding her.

She snapped her foot into another kick aimed in the same place, causing him to fall over on the floor. She kicked him repeatedly, going for the stomach and the face while he was still incapacitated. He reached up to grab her foot as she sent a fourth kick aimed at his stomach.

Rin toppled to the ground and shoved the knife into his exposed shoulder. He howled again and made a grab for the knife. She pulled back as fast as she could and made another plunge, this time into his collarbone. He collapsed as blood seeped in a steady flow from his neck. Quickly, as she had seen others do before, she slashed the knife across his throat, drawing a huge gush of blood as she severed arteries.

She jumped up from the man who’s entire body had gone into a spasm and took a moment to look at his face. “Oh... shit.” She hissed, looking from his face to his right hand for confirmation. The tip of his pinkie was conspicuously missing. She had just killed Takichi Fujigawa, a high ranking local member of the Yakuza. She had only met him twice, but he was a man who mainly dealt in drug deals and workers. He was renown for being brutal with women.

She then remembered Hanako and ran over to her friend, who was sprawled on the floor, her head drooping to the side. Her tongue protruded from her mouth and she was quickly going cold. Rin felt for a pulse, even though she was certain of her friend’s death. She was too numb with shock to feel any emotion except the screaming instinctive desire to get away. She reached down and gently closed her friends eyes, then ripping the thin blanket from the futon, she covered her broken body and stood up. She pulled a plastic bag from under the sink and shoved her own soiled clothing in, turning toward the bathroom.

While she dashed to the shower and quickly washed the blood off her body, her mind was ticking off a list of things that needed to be done immediately and possible outcomes. Due to the type of neighborhood she lived in, it was unlikely that anyone would call the authorities. Most of her neighbors had their own things to hide, and no one would be particularly shocked by the noises going on in their apartment, as things like this happened often enough around here. No, she didn’t think the authorities would be an immediate threat.

The Yakuza was a different issue. Fujigawa would be missed soon enough, and she didn’t even know if he had just been at her apartment as a member of Hanako’s regular clientele, or if there were other reasons as well. She didn’t know if he had people waiting for him outside, and she even didn’t know how long he’d been at her apartment. She was not familiar enough with the man to even guess if he had an entourage like some higher up Yakuza men. However, the chances were high that someone had seen her go into the apartment or at least enter the building. Rin had no allies here. Everyone would talk with very little threat.

She gingerly washed her injured arm, whimpering in pain all the while. She quickly twisted the rusty knob and jumped out of the tiny shower. The harried girl threaded her way back through the bodies to the shared closet and honed her search towards finding comfortable clothing. She ripped a piece off of one of her favourite t-shirts and wrapped the material around her wounded arm, tying it off to stem the blood flow. She pulled on a black tank and sweater that belonged to Hanako, and chose a pair of jeans and low sneakers that would work in case she needed to run.

Inspired by a sudden idea, she rummaged through the closet until she found Hanako’s chin length blonde wig. She set it aside, and quickly stuffed her sparse amount of precious belongings into a backpack. Rin was well aware that for one reason or another, she’d never again return to her little home of the past two years. She tossed her friend’s small kit of garish makeup into the bag and stood up.

Walking over to the corpse, she, with visible disgust, relieved the dead man of his wallet and shoved it into her pocket. It had been ten minutes since she had jumped in the shower, and she was now ready to go. She shouldered the backpack, picked up the bag of soiled clothing, turned off the light, and climbed out the rickety old fire escape through the bathroom window and down into the back alley.