I'm back with a continuation of "A Different Intent" :3 I had planned to do another knock off of the first fic I wrote and here it is! Enjoy!
Reviews are loved and appriciated. :3 Thanks!
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Three hundred and twenty years have passed, since the coven sank in the dark.
A proposition
Lost memories
A two-faced Jester
Those who wear the mask of deception, stand next in line for the Devil's Dance.
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"Could this day get any slower?" Sakkaki whined, slowly spinning in his computer chair to look out the window of the STN-J. There were plenty of people walking along the sidewalk, just getting from point A to point B, others were probably heading home; which was exactly where he wanted to be on such a nice day.
"Stop whining already." Michael Said to him without turning around, he had his eyes glued on the computer screen, watching something load in the progress bar. "You're getting paid to be doing virtually nothing, don't complain. It could be worse."
He sighed heavily and ran a hand through his messy brown hair, spinning away from the window. "There has to be something going on somewhere." He said, re-stationing himself in front of his computer again.
"Anyone for Coffee?" Robin's quiet voice piped up from around the desks, where the coffee maker was. Michael could already smell it brewing and it was too tempting. He raised his hand lazily over the computer monitor where she could see it and waved, signaling he wanted a cup.
Suddenly there was a rather audible door slam and the sound of Dojima's raised voice wavered into the room. "I don't believe this! Ever since SHE had come here things have just been going from bad to worse! You should have just shot her Amon!" she snapped, stomping her way into the room, causing three heads to turn in her direction to see what was going on. With a loud huff she plopped down in front of another computer and bitterly muttered under her breath.
Once she had somewhat settled down, the same three heads turned to Amon, who looked as steely as ever. Apparently her little outburst had no effect on him, he simply shrugged. "That's what I had wanted to do in the first place, but we all can't get what we want now, can we?" He said calmly, disappearing into the darkened briefing room.
Silence. Robin blinked a few times before bringing a cup of coffee to Michael and glancing at Dojima with a slightly concerned look on her face. Nobody had said another word since her little break down, even Sakkaki knew what was up. Ever since Maori's startling appearance at the STN 2 months ago, poor Dojima had been suffering with the worst luck possible. The others tried explaining to her that it just didn't make sense to blame Maori for bad luck. There was no changing her mind. She was dead set on thinking Maori had cursed her before she left, under the new name 'Satu Olera'.
The odd thing that no one had really taken into account was Sakkaki's extremely lucky streak. The reason for this being, he never told anybody how his luck had been since then. He feared it would drive Dojima over the edge or put her in a really bad mental state. Worst of all, it would prove that she could very well have been right about Maori.
"What happened?" Robin asked casually, almost feeling the other people in the room wince at the question, preparing for another out burst. She kept her cool however, taking a seat next to Dojima.
She just shook her head. "I really don't want to talk about it." She stated with such finality that Robin had to take a hint. It must have been bad. She was about to get out of her seat when Amon paraded back into the room and produced a file.
"We're going to get started on this as soon as Karasuma arrives." He said, idly pulling up a chair to the desk where he placed the folder and propped his feet up on the desk, almost as if this were an everyday thing for him.
Robin swore she could see Sakkaki's ears perk up. "Please tell me that's a new case…" He trailed off, beside the table in seconds, excitedly picking up the folder to sift through the papers within it. Amon, who had closed his eyes, nodded slowly at him.
Sakkaki grinned and paced around with the folder, going through the info him self until Karasuma finally walked through the door. "Where'd you get to?" Michael asked, raising an eyebrow.
She sighed heavily. "The traffic today is horrible. I can't believe I'm saying this, but its almost too nice out. Everybody's heading to the beach." She explained, setting her things down at her desk. Her gaze shifted to Dojima, who hadn't moved from her seat since she got there. The only movement she had made was putting her head down on her desk. Karasuma frowned softly.
Sakkaki had noticed this and to avoid a potential question that could be asked, he suggested they all get into the briefing room so Amon could explain what the deal was. He gave the folder back and headed inside eagerly, waiting for everyone to take his or her places. Then the lights were dimmed and Zaizen's face appeared on a screen at the head of the table, Amon stood next to it obediently. "I understand you guys have been rather bored there this past month due to little or no witch activity. I can't have you sitting here at HQ doing nothing, so I have giving you a cold case to work on for the time being until something of more importance comes up. Good luck." With that said, his face disappeared and the screens in front of them lit up.
Amon finally took a seat and opened the folder, "The case he's given us is one from almost 60 years ago. Hiroshima. The police had ruled out a witch after the investigation because there just wasn't enough proof. Instead they deemed it a massive homicide…"
Sakkaki interrupted, "If it was just a homicide case that went cold, why would he give it to us?"
Amon threw a glare in his direction. "I'm getting to that. Upon further investigation, a detective had recently found pictures that had been hidden away and weren't used in the original case. Pictures that were damming evidence of what had really taken place there." The images slowly paraded across the screens one by one as he talked.
Most of the images were gruesome. Even more so than the nuclear ware fare that happened there. Thirty to forty people in one room were slaughtered ruthlessly, the pictures were black and white, but they could tell how much blood was on the floor due to the contrast. Robin just shook her head, until a single picture flashed onto the screen of a group of people surrounding what appeared to be a dead body. One of them appeared to be a woman.
Sakkaki had made the connection before she did. "Holy shit…It can't be…not again…"