Warm blood ran through his fingers. Blood that, just seconds ago, had belonged inside the body of a rat. The rat squeaked, and Feitan was sure that if it had a human voice, it would have screamed. He lifted the small knife and dug it into the rat's stomach, feeling the blade hit its spine and cracking it. The rat squealed and fell limp. Feitan gave a tiny frown and threw the critter away. He didn't want to play with it anymore now that the rat couldn't scream. Feitan lifted his bloodied fingers up and inspected them idly.
Red, the colour of blood. It was beautiful. He dropped the knife to the ground and stood up from the chair he had been sitting in, going to the tap in the corner to wash away the liquid that stained his fingers.
Danchou had recently told his Spiders to disperse until the order came for them to assemble again. Everyone had gone in different directions, all going to do their own thing for a few months or years.
Feitan had decided to go to the heavily populated Shigaru City, which was much like Yorkshin City, so that he could kill easily without too many people noticing. After all, in a big city, there were bound to be homeless citizens and whatnot that he could murder without the authorities having to investigate. Shigaru City was the place he normally went to in his free time.
Another thing to Feitan did in his time away from the Spiders was assassination. Since he normally went to Shigaru City after his missions with the Spiders had finished, he was well known in the city as a shadowy figure who would kill anyone anywhere, and that made him an ideal assassin. He normally lurked in the outskirts or downtown areas, in places normal people like you and I would never go to.
The big bosses in the criminal underworld would make contact with Feitan via messages left in his usual room at Kiterake Motel, which the motel owner always kept empty for him, and pay him huge amounts of money to assassinate someone. Of course, Feitan didn't really kill for the money; he did it for the thrill. He was well known as the Assassin of the Shadows. Feitan thought it was quite a corny name, but that's what everyone called him. The name itself installed fear into the souls of anyone, and that Feitan liked.
He was also a popular choice because of he could finish jobs in less than a second, and was never seen by anyone. The only downside was that if the killing was too easy and he became bored he would go back and would kill the clients themselves. Feitan always detested the men who wore black suits, surrounded by big burly bodyguards and thought that they were invincible. It was also quite amusing to see the looks on their faces whenever he sliced off the heads of their men without even batting an eyelid. The look of fear; that made the murdering fun.
Feitan went out of the dodgy hotel and out into the weak sunshine, pulling his bandana over his face, eyes roaming the corners of the neighbourhood. He set off at a fast walk, well, fast to any normal person, but since Feitan was one of the speediest within the Ryodan, this pace was nothing to him.
He had an assassination job today, and it was scheduled for this morning. He was a little bit late; since he had been busy torturing the rat. He headed for a nightclub, which, since it was daytime, was closed. He ignored the "Sorry, we're closed" sign and pushed the heavy door open. Weaving between chairs and table he went nonchalantly towards the "VIP MEMBERS ONLY" room and opened it, not bothering to knock.
Client's POV
The client, aka a Mafia boss, glanced up as a small man opened the door without any warning. He growled, irritated.
"What do you want?" he asked. The man looked at him with cold golden eyes. The Mafia boss shuddered. His eyes were not something you'd want to look at. They were icy, empty and merciless.
"I am assassin you ask for," the man said an emotionless voice. The Mafia Boss was pretty sure that the man was foreign, judging from his incorrect grammar. He looked the assassin up and down.
The man was quite small, and he had the appearance of a bandit. He couldn't see the lower half of his face either; it was covered with bandana which had a skull printed on it. The man had dark blue hair and pale skin. Overall, he didn't look like a killer. Then again, looks can be deceiving.
"Name?" the Mafia boss asked.
"You no need to know my name," the assassin said. The boss frowned.
"Well, straight to the point. I need this man killed," the boss stated, drawing out a picture from his pocket. Although he wasn't aware of it, the assassin knew the man.
Feitan's POV
Feitan glanced at the picture, and instantly recognised the man, although he made no indication whatsoever. Normally, he didn't ask his clients why they needed anyone killed, but he wanted to know this time.
"What he do to you?" Feitan asked. The Mafia boss gritted his teeth.
"He killed my brother only last week. I want you to find him and find out if he has a brother. If he does, kill him. It'll be an eye for an eye. If he doesn't have any family members, kill the man himself. But I don't care what you do, just make him suffer," the boss said, his voice strained. Feitan's lips twitched under his bandana.
"I pretty sure man has no brother or family member," Feitan said. The boss glanced up at him.
"Do you know him?" the boss asked.
"I know him," Feitan said. The Mafia Boss looked surprised.
"But how do you know him? You're only an assassin, and he's a member of the Genei Ryodan."
End chapter.
To tell you the truth, I was actually kinda freaked out by myself for writing the first paragraph that way. But I really hope I captured Feitan's character. Please review and tell me if he's weird or anything like that ^^