The Nanten Theory
Takari2002:Hi!! This is my first ever fanfic based on digimon that is
located on fanfiction.net.
This is a Takari, and has no one except for Tai, Hikari, Takeru and Yamato.
Disclaimer:I own Digimon............ wait a minute, this ain't a dream DAMN don't own digimon..... *sniff* Sniff* *wahhh* ps.(________) means my notes, [___________] means their thoughts, if there are more then one character I use script. *____________* actions and sounds.This fanfic is in AMerica btw.
It was a cold night. [Especially if you are on top of a roof,] Takeru thought as he shivered benath his jacket. He withdrew a pack or cigarettes. He struck a match, sheltering the little flame as if it was a newborn babe with his left hand, lighting the cigarette then blowing it out. He puffed contentedly as he waited for his quarry to appear. A flicker of movement across the street, and Takeru changed from what seemed a relaxed pose into that of a predator. He lovingly handled the Steyr SSG 69 sniper rifle as he silently pulled the Mauser style forward locking bolt arming the rifle, he had greased the bolt so well that it didn't make a sound in the night air. Looking through the Night Vision scope looking for the target. He spotted him, a balding man, the rest of his hair shockingly white, with strong arms, and a trim build. Next to him stood two guards, armed with Colt 45's while another, lurking in the darkness held a Spectre sub-machine gun. he noted all this, yet they all were unimportant to him. [It was nice knowing you Mr.Arrivierro....], Takeru thought as a single 7.62 mm NATO round was loaded into the chamber. The bullet was perfect, Takeu had loaded it himself, along with 4 other bullets, but he would not need them. He squeezed the trigger ever so slightly, feeling the recoil of the rifle lightly upon his shoulder as the bullet was freed from its home. Mr. Arrivierro's head exploded in a shower of red blood, white skull fragments and grey brain tissue. The guards stood shocked as they gazed at their former employer, unable to see where the shot had come from. [The supressor had done its job,] Takeru smirked as he zipped it in a tennis bag and made his escape. Takeru, the most wanted assassin int he world had added another kill to his score. ***********************************************************************
The next day......... "Well, Takeru, you've made the headlines.........," Yamato said as he threw the paper at Takeru's side of the table. Both brothers were sitting at the table having their breakfast. Takeru gazed at the newspaper without any hint of interest. The headlines read: Drug Lord found dead in Washington DC, police unable to find the killer. "So, Yamato, how much is the guy paying us again?" Takeru asked casually. "About 25,000 dollars, in cash of course," Yamato replied as he took out a sheaf of 1000 dollar bills."Here's your share,' Yamato said as he handed over most of the money. While Takeru was doing the assassinating, Yamato was running the finances. It was a profitable job, as hired guns, especially professionals were in high demand these days. "We have another job......." Yamato said pleasantly. "Who's the target?"Takeru replied. An eminent politician by the name of Taichi Yagami. "Takeru snorted, "Lemme guess, the buyer is another power hungry politician?" he said. "No, the buyers are the Muslim Fundamentalists." Yamato said, a dangerous glint in his eye. "No shit?" Takeru replied as he leaned back into the chair. "Yes, but before we take him out, they want us to get rid of the head of his security detail, a mister Daisuke Motomiya, today." Yamato said as he leaned forward, his arms resting ont he table. "Ah, well, Mr. Motomiya aint gonna report to work today," Takeru said as he armed his SIG-Sauer P228 pistol with an audible click. Satisdied, he loaded a hollowpoint 9mm Parebellum round and waved good bye to Yamato as he walked out of the door.
Howdja like it? Flames and Reviews are greatly appreciated. *Flames help me improve the story :)* Email me at STORM_T3mplar@hotmail.com. I know its short but chapter 2 will be longer, I promise.
Disclaimer:I own Digimon............ wait a minute, this ain't a dream DAMN don't own digimon..... *sniff* Sniff* *wahhh* ps.(________) means my notes, [___________] means their thoughts, if there are more then one character I use script. *____________* actions and sounds.This fanfic is in AMerica btw.
It was a cold night. [Especially if you are on top of a roof,] Takeru thought as he shivered benath his jacket. He withdrew a pack or cigarettes. He struck a match, sheltering the little flame as if it was a newborn babe with his left hand, lighting the cigarette then blowing it out. He puffed contentedly as he waited for his quarry to appear. A flicker of movement across the street, and Takeru changed from what seemed a relaxed pose into that of a predator. He lovingly handled the Steyr SSG 69 sniper rifle as he silently pulled the Mauser style forward locking bolt arming the rifle, he had greased the bolt so well that it didn't make a sound in the night air. Looking through the Night Vision scope looking for the target. He spotted him, a balding man, the rest of his hair shockingly white, with strong arms, and a trim build. Next to him stood two guards, armed with Colt 45's while another, lurking in the darkness held a Spectre sub-machine gun. he noted all this, yet they all were unimportant to him. [It was nice knowing you Mr.Arrivierro....], Takeru thought as a single 7.62 mm NATO round was loaded into the chamber. The bullet was perfect, Takeu had loaded it himself, along with 4 other bullets, but he would not need them. He squeezed the trigger ever so slightly, feeling the recoil of the rifle lightly upon his shoulder as the bullet was freed from its home. Mr. Arrivierro's head exploded in a shower of red blood, white skull fragments and grey brain tissue. The guards stood shocked as they gazed at their former employer, unable to see where the shot had come from. [The supressor had done its job,] Takeru smirked as he zipped it in a tennis bag and made his escape. Takeru, the most wanted assassin int he world had added another kill to his score. ***********************************************************************
The next day......... "Well, Takeru, you've made the headlines.........," Yamato said as he threw the paper at Takeru's side of the table. Both brothers were sitting at the table having their breakfast. Takeru gazed at the newspaper without any hint of interest. The headlines read: Drug Lord found dead in Washington DC, police unable to find the killer. "So, Yamato, how much is the guy paying us again?" Takeru asked casually. "About 25,000 dollars, in cash of course," Yamato replied as he took out a sheaf of 1000 dollar bills."Here's your share,' Yamato said as he handed over most of the money. While Takeru was doing the assassinating, Yamato was running the finances. It was a profitable job, as hired guns, especially professionals were in high demand these days. "We have another job......." Yamato said pleasantly. "Who's the target?"Takeru replied. An eminent politician by the name of Taichi Yagami. "Takeru snorted, "Lemme guess, the buyer is another power hungry politician?" he said. "No, the buyers are the Muslim Fundamentalists." Yamato said, a dangerous glint in his eye. "No shit?" Takeru replied as he leaned back into the chair. "Yes, but before we take him out, they want us to get rid of the head of his security detail, a mister Daisuke Motomiya, today." Yamato said as he leaned forward, his arms resting ont he table. "Ah, well, Mr. Motomiya aint gonna report to work today," Takeru said as he armed his SIG-Sauer P228 pistol with an audible click. Satisdied, he loaded a hollowpoint 9mm Parebellum round and waved good bye to Yamato as he walked out of the door.
Howdja like it? Flames and Reviews are greatly appreciated. *Flames help me improve the story :)* Email me at STORM_T3mplar@hotmail.com. I know its short but chapter 2 will be longer, I promise.