A/N: I've had this idea for a while, and I'm really excited to start working on this. Sorry if this seems choppy at first; it's late but I couldn't wait and put it up. Hopefully this will be a long fic with reasonable update times!
TOP SECRET
Plan Title: Make them hope suckers CRY!
Alt. Name: We're going to fucking win this war! Upupupuu
Agents: Enoshima Junko (in charge, the boss woman)
Mukuro Ikusaba (the suicide solider)
Plan: Infiltrate the hope's side with a suicide bomber. Make them feel sorry for her, and let her in. Little do they know she has a bomb strapped to her and she'll make them all die!
Alt. plan/Extra notes: Don't screw this up Mukuro. You find out how to get in.
Don't fail this. If you do, you're dead to me.
It was a simple plan. She was to get into the "Peak of Hope"s base, and kill them all, and herself, with a bomb. Nothing troublesome about it. They would let her in if she played a helpless girl who had no idea where she was.
No one knew who she was. They knew of her twin, but not her. They wouldn't suspect her, or think of her actions as suspicious. She was the secret weapon of the "Destruction Tragedy Despair"s side. Her only job was to stay hidden, stay secret, and help from the shadows. She trained everyone with weapons, she told them what to do on the field. She wasn't know as the secret solider for nothing; she earned her title.
The plan was simple. Walk in, press the button, everything gone.
It was simple. She wasn't afraid of dying, it's what she had to do to make her beloved sister proud.
Everything was simple. Little chance of error.
Simple. Simple. Simple.
"This is a fucking outrage!" The sound of stomping heels could be heard running down the long corridor. Clicking against the marble floor, echoing throughout the halls. "The plan was simple, and she failed! That IDIOT OF A SISTER!"
Enoshima Junko stomped into the main quarters of the DTD's base, and threw herself down into the large chair placed in the center of the room. It was the leader's chair; her chair. She had just gotten the news that her sister, Ikusaba Mukuro, had gone off the grid. She was sent on a suicide mission to defeat the opposing side once and for all. Her plan was simple and flawless, or so she thought. The bombs went off when they weren't supposed to, blowing up at the midpoint between the two bases. No word was heard from her sister, and no one could find her. It was best to assume that she was dead.
Enoshima let out a loud cry, before burying her face in her hands. "That IDIOT! That DEAD IDIOT!" She pounded her fists on the arms of the chair, hard enough to bruise herself. "She was supposed to end this once and for all!"
The two sides, Destruction Tragedy Despair (DTD) and Peak of Hope (PH) had been at war for years. They started off as small gangs, DTD with 17 members and PH with 14. A clash between hope and despair. It all started off with small fights here and there, but after a near death experience on the PH side it became more than that.
They got into a gang war. It had spun out of hand, fast. Fighting started off quickly, and mass destruction was soon reached. Families not involved fled the town, not wanting to get hurt. The families of those involved tried to stay and help their children, but were soon driven out as well.
They were now left alone in an abonded, destroyed town. High school students, left alone to fight and survive.
Each side had chosen a base to live in, each on the opposite side of town. DTD had chosen a museum, while PH had chosen a mall. The two bases were working out perfectly for them, since they were strong enough not to be destroyed, and were spacious enough for everyone to live in. A big plus was that the museum has giant windows at the top, perfect for sniping unwanted visitors.
Their main room, the control room, was in the main entrance of the museum. The walls were covered from floor to ceiling in pictures of the opposing gang. All their members, all their information. Plans were thrown on the floor, having failed before.
Enoshima threw their current plans onto the floor, and stood up. She glared out the entrance, before stabbing her heel into the pieces of paper. "Failure! Failure! FAILURE!" She shouted over and over again. She then walked over to the back wall, where the pictures of her gang were on the wall. She grabbed Ikusaba's picture, and stared at it. She stood quietly, as if waiting for it to talk to her.
"Where the hell are you?"
It was storming, thunder cracking loudly. The members of PH were gathered in the food court of their base, eating together. They were discussing their plans, but also had small talk every now and then. They were caught in a moment of silence when a loud pounding was suddenly heard.
They all tensed up, turning slowly to look at the large doors. A loud crack of thunder was heard, before another pounding sound. They all looked at each other, before three of them stood up and walked to the door; two males and a female. The leaders of PH.
The three of them stood in front of the door, hesitating to open it. The female stepped in front of the males after a short moment, and opened the door slowly.
It was dark outside, but they could make out the figure of a person. A female. A flash of lightening struck, lightening up the outside. They could then see that this female was in need of mecial attention; she had cuts all over her body, and she was covered in dirt.
She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but nothing came out. Instead she fell onto the female inside, muttering a small "help me..."