"Hh!!"
Ilya lunged upwards in reflex to her nightmares. Cold sweat beaded on her temple and her hands shook as she weaved them through her thin hair.
"Just a dream. Just a dream, Ly."
She told herself, stumbling towards the bathroom. Ilya Rider didnt bother to switch the lights, she turned the faucet the coldest it could and splashed the cold water on her face.
"Ilya...? 'Whatsa 'mattuh?"
A new voice slurred in light sleep. Ilyas eyes gazed at the silhouettes reflection in the mirror threw her fingers.
"Nuttin, Charlotte."
She mumbled, sleepily. The black-haired female shut off the water and turned to her friend.
"Another one of 'dose dreams?" Ilya nodded to her question, "I knew it!!"
Charlotte walked out of the bathroom and towards the kitchenette with Ilya in toe. The older woman flicked on the lights, much to Ilyas displeasure, and proceeded to start making Hot Coco. Charlotte has known Ilya for so long, she knows Hot Coco is the only way to get her out of a mood.
In much contrast to her friend, Charlotte has curly blonde hair and honey brown eyes framed by long black eyelashes. Tattoos are littered around her skin, usually representing something or another. Charlotte is an average height and extremely muscular, making her already large chest even more prominent.
A steaming cup of sweet Coco found it's place in front of Ilya.
"What was it about this time?"
Charlotte inquired.
"My aunt, haven't dreamt about her in a while. I feel bad because I don't think she really wanted her adopted-daughter to become a bomber."
She laughed dryly, cracking a half smile.
"Heh. I 'dun think mine would be too happy about what Im doin' either but, I'm making a living, right?"
Charlotte consoled the younger woman. "We're big girls now. It 'dun matter if our parents hate us. "
I love Hot Coco!
haha.
"Your right, Charlie "
The bomber said, distractedly spooning her Hot Coco. The two watched the sun rise quietly until a knock on the door interrupted.
Ilya froze listening, DitDit Dah DitDit DitDitDit DahDitDah DitDah DahDit DahDit DahDahDah DahDit.
You have to love Morse code. It literally translated to "It is Kannon". And judging from Kannons pace, she was calm and therefore alone. Ilya had known Kannon for a while so, she knew she got nervous easily. If the cops had caught Kannon, Ilya would be able to tell threw her pace in the Morse code. Pretty smart, right?
Ilya Rider moseyed to the door, yawning as she undid the multiple locks. What? She just doesnt appreciate being killed in her sleep.
"Ohayou, Kannon-san."
She greeted. The shorter woman stared up at the criminal in awe.
"Sugoi I-I mean, awesome! Kannon is sorry she is not very good with American Engish."
The orange-haired 18-year-old corrected herself.
Kannon was considerably shorter than Rider with short, choppy, oddly colored hair. She wore bright colored lipstick and eye shadow and regularAmerican-styled clothes.
"It's alright, if you want I can speak Japanese to you?"
"No, no, no! That is not necessary for Raida-sama to do."
Kannon insisted, waving her arms frantically.
"Well, then, come in."
The blue-eyed female half-smiled, opening the door to its full width. Kannon bowed her head and walked in, following Ilya into an office-like room.
"You are a representative for Washi Corporation, right?"
Ilya weaved threw her filling cabinet.
"Hai."
"And you scheduled the bombing of Yotsuba Corporation by June 20th 2008?"
"Hai"
"Alright, that means youre payment is due by gah, I hate math. . . uh May 31st 2008."
"Hai, We have brought it too you earlier, in hopes that you will finish the job before June 20th"
Kannon pulled a suitcase into Ilya Riders view.
She smirked, "Alright, Ill take that into consideration"
"Raida-sama, Kannon has been wondering; does Raida fear Kira?"
She stared up at her with those squinty eyes.
"No I'm not afraid of Kira. Kira is simply a sack of chicken-shit playing with justice, nothing more. "
The young woman hit her hand against the filling cabinet.
Kannon stared at her all wide-eyed; who knew the seemingly calm bounty hunter had such a temper?
Charlotte peaked her head threw the doorway.
"What do you think, Kannon-san? Most of the Japanese population is Pro-Kira, what about you? "
The Japanese woman only nodded discretely, in worry. It seemed the young criminal would explode on her either way, but it was safer to take a neutral side
"K-Kannon do not know very much of Kira. Kannon doesnt want to take any sides either!!" She confessed.
"Kannon was only worried for you, b-because you might be next on Kira's list."
Rider seemed to calm down a tad, sighing.
"Alright. You may go back to Washi and tell them I'll get right on they're project."
"Hai."
I OWN LLYA, KANNON AND CHARLOTTE! (number 2, coming soon)