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Show Me That Glasgow Smile	By : LuciferDragon Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 1540 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Rise of the Guardians stuff, and I make no money from writing this story. Purely for fun.

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Every culture in the world has several things in common. People, music, food, traditions, and most importantly, stories. Tales passed down either on paper or by spoken word. There is no shortage of these stories, no matter how many variations exist. The stories are meant for entertainment, and to teach moral lessons. Treat others as you would like to be treated, be fair, put others before yourself. The same stories are told, but due to desensitization, not many believe the stories like they used to. Once, long ago, most humans really did believe the folklores. In some parts of the world, even the governments would keep the legends of creatures alive, keeping rumored habitats of the creatures alone as to not disturb them and face the consequences.
Most of the stories were true, and the creatures were very much alive.
Even if humans couldn't see some of them, they existed, both the good and the bad. There was a balance to be kept. Good could not outweigh evil, nor could evil conquer good. Without fear, without hope, wonder, and dreams, what would a human be?
The realm of the supernatural had been silent for eight years after the last disruption by a powerful necromancer named Charon. Many died in the unfortunate and horrible deeds of the once mortal man. He required blood for his ritual for the end of days, and his apprentice reanimated some of the deadliest killers known to the United States to gather the materials.
Due to the heroic efforts of just a boy, Charon's soul was torn asunder and never heard from again. Those who had died could never be brought back, but due to the sacrifice of the boy conceived from sin, the killing had stopped. The end of days never came, and the humans continued on, blissfully unaware. Only two humans knew the truth. Jamie Bennett and Jessica Burns could be trusted to keep the secret. Jamie had already been doing so his whole life, and Jessica knew no one would believe her even if she wanted to tell.
Drago Black lived on, surviving off the last gift he had received from the Man in the Moon. If Manny hadn't sent him the moonshadow found on the darkest part of the moon, the Boogeyman and the spirit of Halloween would have been left without a son. Granted he had come into existence only due to Manny's gift to his mother eighteen years ago, the ever-smiling man, as always, had known more than he had let on. He had let Drago's mother have her cycles back, never telling her that her child would be the key to locking away the necromancer for good.
Eight years was long enough for apologies to be accepted, though the actions would never be forgotten.
Now Drago emerged from the shadows of a building in Nagasaki, Japan, feeling the tingle of his fear gathering run up his spine into his mind before settling in his gut. He stretched before putting his hands in his jeans pockets, navigating the narrow back roads of the city. It was almost time to meet his father to return home. The nightmare run had been successful, and left him well-satiated
He felt a rise in the air, familiar but different than he had felt before. It was similar to the vibrations of the ghosts that his mother worked with. Something didn't feel right about it. He turned around, seeing a young woman standing in the streetlight, a medical mask over her face. He thought nothing of it, knowing it had been a Japanese custom for a long time to wear one when sick. He only thought it strange that she would be standing in the otherwise dark streets alone, just staring at him.
She didn't say anything at first, and he almost resumed his path, finding no use in the girl. When she spoke, it was soft, and he had to step closer to hear her. "Anata wa watashi ga utsukushii toomoimasu ka?"
He shook his head. "I'm sorry, my Japanese isn't what it should be. I haven't had time to learn many languages." She had gone quiet again. "Um, do you get me?"
She merely tilted her head, her odd blue eyes reflecting the light of the streetlamp. When she spoke this time, it was still shy, but intelligible. "Do you think I'm beautiful?"
Drago narrowed his eyes in confusion at such an abnormal question due to the circumstances. "Ah, yeah?"
Her form seemed to shift phases as she twitched inhumanly, removing the mask, showing a Glasgow smile carved into her skin that had never healed. Her voice warped and she held up a pair of scissors, tilting her head to the other side. "What about now? Am I still beautiful?"
He drew his double swords from the shadows, taking a few steps back in precaution as the slits allowed her mouth to open far wider than it should have. Apparently the movement counted as an answer. In an instant she was on him. Only his swords prevented him from being gouged. Her speed made it difficult for him to keep up.
"Am I beautiful?" she screeched through her flurry of blows.
He slipped through the shadows, keeping to the darkness, leaving the spirit confused. At least he thought she was a spirit. She gave off the vibe of the dead, sure, but… she also gave off the vibrations of that of the living mortals. He crept around her, looking for a good chance to strike. He found his opening and took it without hesitation. However, her reflexes remained too good for him. She spun around, sending him flying back with a kick to the chest, knocking the wind out of him.
Before he could react, she was almost on him again. He couldn't match her speed. He would lose, and this time, a little moonshadow would not save his ass. "Suffer my fate."
"Drago, get down!"
He instantly did as he was told, and not a second too soon. A familiar massive scythe whizzed through the air, catching the woman around the middle. She shrieked and vanished to nothing, her scissors clanging against the cement.
Drago grasped at his skin, calming his terrified heart. "Thanks, Dad. I would have been a goner if you hadn't killed her. What was that crazy bitch?"
Pitch looked at the scissors, recognition passing over his features. "I didn't kill her. She is a creature damned to this earth, never to die." He frowned. "It's just strange that she's come out this often lately."
"Is that why you wanted to come to Japan?"
"More or less. This wasn't exactly the outcome I expected. I didn't think you'd find her first." He caught Drago's eye. "Don't tell your mother."
"Do I look suicidal?" He gestured with one of his swords to the spot the woman had been standing in the light. "So what is she then?"
"A kuchisake-onna." He picked up the scissors delicately, as if they were highly volatile. "She was a very vain woman married to a jealous samurai. She committed adultery, he found out, and carved her face up, cursing her to never die. So she wanders the streets at night, doing exactly what she did to you." He handed the scissors to his son.
Drago frowned at the weapon. "Why though?"
"Why not? Everyone thinks differently. This is completely logical for her."
"She's mental." He finally let his swords fade into shadows again.
"I never said she was in her right mind." He looked to the horizon, seeing it start to lighten. "We should get back. She won't be reappearing for a while now."
He looked to his father's retreating back. "Should we tell the Guardians?"
Pitch shook his head. "Not yet. If she starts targeting younger children again, or if she becomes a greater threat, then yes. Until then, we monitor it on your mother's globe." Onyx appeared under her master, tossing her head a bit with an ethereal snort.
Bellini, Drago's own mare, emerged from the shadows as well, happy to see her master. He patted her thick neck before hauling himself into the saddle.
"Besides this little mishap, did you complete your rounds?"
He nodded. "Plenty of nightmares to keep both the adults and children tossing in what remains of their sleep."
His father grinned. "That's my boy. Let's go relieve your mother of Evilyn duty before she's consumed by exhaustion again." He opened a portal before them, allowing them both to enter it. Drago stood in the entrance of the Void, still holding the scissors tight in his grip. With great effort he unlatched his fingers and tossed the weapon back into the street. He flicked Bellini's reigns, catching up to his father so the Void could close behind him.
Once the last traces of the portal disappeared, the street went silent, the only noise being from the main roads of the city. A breeze picked up from nowhere, disturbing the stillness of the air. A figure emerged from the alley close by, staring at the area the portal had been. She bent down and picked up the scissors, shoving them in her coat. She took a medical mask from her pocket and put it back in place. "Drago, is it?" She returned her hands to her pockets, gripping the scissors firmly, feeling faint traces of the boy's aura. She closed her eyes, trying to lock on to where he had gone. She surprised herself when an aura with traces of his own appeared under her radar. Female. Though this aura was vastly different from the young man's. Where his was dark and corrupted, this one was innocent and sweet. "Seems I have one more stop to make before my night is over…."
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