The temperature of the air could be felt from all directions, leaving nothing unaffected from the harsh confines of the rather spacious building uptop the megafloat island. Specks of dust, shattered glass, and strewn out office supplies laid in a standstill with time on each floor. Outside, the sky was blanketed with a shroud of darkness and waves of rain. On one floor, a dim light shone over a hunched figure crouching on the floor, sifting through the small pile of rubble from the newly collapsed ceiling.
After a minute of mindlessly grumbling and wincing, a slightly dirtied picture surfaced, portraying a pair of twin girls wearing a pair of simple black dresses, each accented with luscious blonde hair that managed to shine through the ash coating the glass, the only difference with one having hers done up in a ponytail resting on her left shoulder whilst the other settled for a wild, savage look. The color of life in their deep blue eyes trailed with the smile of almost euphoria happiness as they joined in a hug with the male in the middle garbed in a strapping crimson suit, his face restricted from view.
''. . .I-It's still h-here. . .'' a voice croaked out, a faint trace of concern washed over the thundering skies outside, providing a silhouette of the four massive windows behind the figure. For the longest time, no sound dared break the wave of tears dripping onto the picture. Broken sobs, the sounds of mucus building up and the gasping of air seemed to be the only sound able to leave the confines of that one room. A twinge of pain blistered like a wild rash, forcing the light blue blanket tighter around the male's being like his savior, refusing to relinquish the iron grip he had on the fabric.
''I wasn't s-strong e-enough,'' the male cursed himself. ''I couldn't protect you girls in time, and that cost me more than you could ever know...thanks to me, you're no doubt dead,'' his fist shattered the frame with a furious speed, the tearing of flesh and bleeding of his knuckles being later ignored like a gnat on the wall. Growling with the ferocity of a raging lion, he threatened to strike the picture again in an attempt to vent his anger, or at least he would have if not for suddenly pausing to look over his left shoulder and listen.
A thud sounded.
''Where is he?!" a shout laced with a vengeance echoed through the halls. ''That idiot will pay for what he did!'' heavy footsteps invaded the quiet and causing a chain reaction. Hopping up and grabbing the small flashlight and picture, the male's mind went frantic as he sought to conjure up a plan of action. Timing his movement, he synced in tandem with the enormous rumble that masked his footsteps slipping into the elevator closest to him just in time to see a trio of people bend the corner.
''What makes you think he could be here?'' a dark skinned woman clad in a extravagant red dress with a set of purple braids surveyed the room with eyes that resembled a feline's. ''This place is a eyesore, for somebody like him.''
''Trust me, he's gotta be here,'' a slender man with a complete biker attire, down to the shirt, pants, and shoes combed his pompadour with one hand as the other held a pistol. ''For as long as we've known him, this is the first place he would go out of fear. . .''
''Even though this building was owned by the Nami Corporation and later abandoned 3 years ago back in 2014, I would not see why he would come back here,'' a young man wearing a black and gold suit dryly commented, brushing a few of his black bangs out the way as his hands typed away expertly on a tablet. ''Especially after our. . .involvement led to the Shinjuku and Hokkaido riots, subsequently pairing on top with the lawsuits that forced a hefty chunk out of the Association's budget. I am surprised that his pride got the better of him since he had the gall to come back. But what could he hope to do or find here?''
''. . .Pieces of what happened on the day of the Black Sun!'' the woman exclaimed, slapping a hand to her forehead in amazement. ''The boy hopes to reclaim his loved ones!''
''He's doing what? Oh. . .this will be all the more. . .fun,'' the first male cocked his gun back. ''Miyu, if you would do the honors of finding the little shit so we can move this along further. Seb, what's the status of the building?''
''I predict a 92.68% chance of the structure collapsing due to the foundation being unsound along with the intense rain.''
''Perfect,'' the first male cracked a smile, revealing slightly fanged teeth. ''Now the time of his damnation. . .begins.''
Meanwhile, in the elevator, the male held his breath for what seemed to be the longest time, absorbing the information he already knew, but hearing it again did not make him feel any better, in fact he made it worse. Clutching the blanket with a fierce passion, he felt a flame's ember spark inside his core, coming out in the form of a small snarl.
He needed to do something besides letting them talk lies and even more so taking responsibility for a accident that hurt so many innocents. But the odds were against him, the low thrumming in his head telling him of a even closer danger pushed him way past his comfort zone. Managing to crane his head ever so slightly, his near lifeless brown eyes met a boundless pair of orange cat eyes. Time slowed down between both of their eyes blinking as a finger poked his nose.
''Gotcha.''
''Ack!''
A sudden force dragged the male backwards, the door being thrown open in tandem, forcing momentum to slam his back onto the carpet. Eyes disoriented, a thousand yard scowl bored a hole into his very being as a small knife was put to his throat, limiting his movement.
''Well. . .it seems I have found my little rat. Hello there. . .Jamir,'' the man with the gun broke into hysterical laughter. ''How are you?''
''. . .G-Gin,'' Jamir growled. ''What do you want with me?''
Gin's Pov.
Laughing at what he asked me, I began to feel just a little more giddy about this whole ordeal. Hahahaha! . . .That traitor should have his tongue slit, stomped on a horse and die for chickening out. Seeing the voidness of life within his chestnut brown eyes only fueled my rage even more, but wait; how the hell can he be so easy going about this? I'm trying to kill him! But another thought, he looks different.
''Is it me or do you look different? Hair change? New duds? Something? What do you guys think?'' I turned to Sebastian and Miyu.
''It appears,'' Seb began. ''That he has acquired a type of blanket in a vain attempt to shield himself from the elements. Recalling what we found in the last scan, he appears to be wearing the same black boots with reinforcement buckles, worn blue jeans, a tacky blue turtle neck with longer sleeves than needed over a grey shirt. Barring the tattoo of a tribal dragon resting on a sword on his left arm and cherry blossom tree on his right, his almond skin is the same. The only thing that has changed would be his hair, contorted into what looks to be-'' he stopped to look something up in a web browser. ''a fauxhawk. Why do you ask?''
''Because, I just wanted a refresher of his stupid face so when we take our revenge on him, we can have a template to go by.''
''This is pointless, having your way beating me up or worse won't bring her back Gin, I thought you of all people should know that,'' Jamir shook what little of his head he could. ''I already apologized and grieved from taking her away from you and-''
SMACK!
''Shut it, you son of a bitch!'' Miyu yelled, fuming. Her hand shaking slightly as Jamir's head was whipped to the side from her slap. ''It was your fault for luring her to the stray Devils in this town, but you didn't seem to care!''
''No, Mi-Mi, let him speak his piece, it'll be the last thing he does,'' Seb advised. But I did not want to hear this come from that traitor's mouth. So I decided to pay him back a little of what he's been dishing out to us.
''By the way,'' I mockingly started. ''Kaori and Mitsu just cannot stop talking about you. Something about how 'he will save us' or 'you guys will be in really big trouble!' Troublesome girls, they are.''
''W-W-What? . . .They're a-alive?''
''Oh, yes they are,'' Seb mocked, waving his hand back and forth lazily. ''Locked away where you can never find them.''
''They're alive?'' he repeated.
''Most certainly,'' Miyu trailed her blade up and down his chest. ''But that's a juicy story to never reach your ears.''
''They're alive?''
''Oh my fucking- OF COURSE THEY ARE, YOU BABOON!'' I began to get fed up with his repetitive attitude.
''You bastards!'' Jamir bared his teeth at us. ''I ought to-
Sknt!
''Don't even try it.'' I leveled the barrel of my gun to his forehead. ''We'll have none of that here, at not until we fully take advantage of the situation in front of us.'' I could not help but the widest of smiles from his helpless face: now it seems that he knows just a little portion of what he did to us and how he'll never get away with it. Well, whatever, I can badmouth him all I please later. Time to-
SKREEEEEEEK! DONNNNNNNNN!
''What the-Oof!'' my body got thrown to the floor from the foundation suddenly creaking underneath its own weight. Trying my best to get up, the rain picked up, slowly masking the growl of anger in the air. Rolling with the flow and landing back on my feet, I looked to see Mi-Mi and Seb on their hunched on their knees in front of me. But where is the traitor?
''You bastards,'' Jamir growled, shaking. ''Don't fill my mind with false accusations of things you. . .had no chance to fix. I may not have been strong enough to protect them, but that does not mean I need a whole lot of power to defeat you!''
''Ha! You think you can take on us?!'' Seb smirked, taking a pair of his signature Emei Piercers out, maneuvering them with the speed of a samurai as he poised to strike. ''Combat may have been your niche, but we have gotten stronger.''
''I see the brat wishes to scrap with the big kids, such a shame too.'' Mi-Mi reached behind her dress, uncovering her bladed whip. ''This should be interesting.''
''Then prove it then,'' I uncovered my small flame-tampered dagger. ''You punk. . .huh?'' small specks began to linger around his body as he stood with his head down. The temperature of the room raised considerably and is that. . .no, it can't be! That's-
''Take this!''
. . .ZOOM!
WHOP!
''Auuugh!'' a pool of blood spurted out from Seb's backside. Holding his hand encased in white fire violently swirling like a wild maelstrom, Jamir's other held the bulk of Mi-Mi's whip, a long cut going from the right temple to the middle of his cheek, a soulless look in his eyes.
"Die!" he sped forward, carrying Mi-Mi along, slamming his palm into Seb's chest with a speed so quick that when he was hit, the force took him off of his feet and impaled him into an exposed steel pole, either not registering the sudden shift in time.
''How did you-Aaaaah!'' Mi-Mi was slapped, flying in head-first to a downed table, an audible singe of flesh and the smell of burning flesh following afterwards.
''Seb! Mi-Mi! Are you okay?'' I rushed over to check on them, while delivering a hailstorm of bullets from my gun.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
Only to find 6 of my 10 rounds meet the wall in front of me?
{Your aim always was sloppy,} a timid voice whispered in my ear.
BANG!
''Ack!''my gun fell out of my grip, the arm holding it being wormed painfully behind my back. Neck stiffening, I looked over to hear one of my casings hit the floor and a round barrel pointed to my forehead.
{I warned you; I didn't need a lot of strength to take out maggots like you..but I guess it would succumb to this one way or the other,}
''H-How did you move so fast, you never had this k-kind of speed!'' I panicked so much so the point where I almost crapped my pants.
{You may ask how,} the barrel of the gun began to smoke and gather white flames, minuscule parts began shifting and changing before I was face to face with a some type of futuristic laser launcher pistol with a white hue for the rectangular slotted barrel. {But all you need know is that I am not your tragedy and cannot allow myself to be treated as one. . .so I think its time to get your payback. I'll be sure to give Ruriko and Azazel my regards,} Jamir smirked.
''No. . .no. Don't! Stooooooooop!-''
{. . .Prepare to die. . .}
BOOM!
''Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!''
Meanwhile, in Akihabara. . .
''Boss, you may want to calm down, that's the 3rd bottle you had. Why not call it a night?'' a well-built bald man clad in all black clothing advised. His boss has been known to be somewhat of a heavy drinker, especially when stress prompted him to do so. Sigh, the job of a bouncer is a acquired one, for it is not for the faint of heart, or in this case, ignorance.
''N-Naaaaah,you're juuuuust beeing a p-pansy.''
''That's it, we are leaving,'' the man moved to pick his boss up.
"H-h-h-heeeeey! Wheeeere d'ya think yeeeeer goin'? Weeee have all n-night to-''
''Boss?''
''Weeeee. . .may h-have a problem. . .g-get Micheal, Odin, R-Rias, and Sirzechs on the phone. This'll s-smart in the morning.''