Warning: This story contains strong violence and strong language. If you do not like either, hit the back button now.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Macross, or the No More Heroes franchises, or the characters that are in said franchises. I only own the ocs.
Death was in the air. He knew it would be like this. He felt the pain from the numerous small cuts. That sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach, knowing that if he could not kill, he would be the one that died. A part of him wanted to run, leave this place and never return. He thought he wanted to do this, but he was wrong. But he knew that running was not an option, not this time. He looked down to his weapon, a standard beam katana. On first glance, he had thought it to be a normal sword hilt with no blade on it, with the only out of the ordinary thing about it was a button that had little business being there. But upon pressing the button a bright blue beam took the shape of the missing blade.
He was brought back to reality by the sound of approaching footsteps. Shaking the hilt, he ran out from behind the wall to see his opponent. A man with dark hair, wearing a buttoned up bloodstained coat that went to the knees of his bloodstained pants. A small dagger in his hand, the hilt in the shape of a screaming woman. Gordan pressed the button on the beam katana as he swung it, the blue beam extending as the man ducked under it. The man smirked as he kicked Gordan's legs, causing him to fall down and dropping the beam katana.
The man straddled on top of Gordan, raising the dagger above his head, "Heh, all you brats think your hot shit, but once you're actually fighting you're nothing! But I'll say this, I had fun with you. Let my Screaming Maiden lull you to an eternal sleep while I carve your organs out!" A loud scream was emitted from the dagger as Gordan struggled to reach his weapon. Then the man drove the dagger downward, only to stop and gasp as Gordan punched him in the stomach. Gordan took the chance to push the man off of him and grabbed the beam katana.
The man was stood up and turned around, only to find Gordan's beam katana at his throat, "Your name. What is it?"
The man scoffed, "Does it matter?"
"No, I guess not, I'll just ask Itsuki later."
"Later? Ha! I know how this will end! You'll go to kill me, but you won't for some dumbass reason, and I finish you off! So if you actually think that there is a later, go fuck yourself!" The man shouted as Gordan lowered his weapon, "See what did I tell-" He was cut off when Gordan beam katana sliced through his neck.
"Ugh, that sucked..." Gordan said laying in the backseat of the car, "Hey Itsuki, who was he? I asked, but he refused to tell me."
"His name was Gregory West. As the 11th rank he was the first assassin that new assassins fight, and as such many who realized they couldn't handle this life became easy targets for him to kill," said the driver of the car, Itsuki Yamashiro, a man who had dark bluish hair and wore a dark blue suit and a gray checkered shirt underneath.
"I see. When is the next battle?" Gordan asked sitting up.
"Next Saturday. You'll be able to bring others this time, so I recommend applying for some grunts at the UAA."
"Hmm..."Gordan sat back thinking while he ran his hand through his tan hair. 'The UAA allows assassins to have grunts with them...grunts are only meant to be meat shields...' "It would make things a little easier. I'll think about it. How much longer is the ride, these injuries are starting to get painful."
"We'll be there in a few minutes, I've already called Hilda," Itsuki said as he drove a little faster than before.
"Well, none of the cuts were to deep. I stitched them, so be careful and don't open them up. Also, you shouldn't have to worry about infections, but I want to check in a few days just in case," said Hilda V Bergen, a blonde woman with a German ascent, "But with the Serum in you, you'll be fine by Monday."
"Thanks," Gordan replied putting his shirt back on.
"Don't thank me, I'm merely doing my job. By the way, congratulation on wining the fight," She said looking through several files.
"Please don't congratulate me for killing someone. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth," Gordan said running his fingers through his tan hair.
"I remember that taste...it never goes away sadly. Anyway, sorry for doubting you," Hilda muttered.
"It was luck that won that fight, not skill. Anyway, I'm going home, See you on Monday."
Assassin Data
Name- Gregory West
Age-26
Rank-11
Weapon-Screaming Maiden: A small dagger with the image of a screaming woman. When the handle of the dagger is squeezed, it lets out a high pitch scream.
Bio- A serial killer from another fleet, he was sentenced to death. The Head of the UAA stepped in an offered him a place in the Ranks of the UAA, telling the judge that had sentenced him that he would eventually die a gruesome death that he deserved.
Status-Dead
Due to writer's block with an element that I had in before(Lieutenants for those curious), I had to remove it from the story in order to move on. While this chapter remains pretty much the same, most of the second chapter has been rewritten. Hope you enjoyed the read so far.