Yami
By Sonic Angel
Disclaimer: Don't own Noir except for Yami. And the made up D12 Bomb, now, on with the ficcy!
"Yami. It is the name of a predetermined fate. Two gentlemen, who preside over death; the destiny of the newborn and the unlucky, their dark souls defend."
In France, as the sun shined over the sky, two young men, two young adults were wearing black. The bigger one was wearing a black suit, while the smaller one was wearing the same thing, except he was covered in a black cloak and he had a rapier, whose blade, yes it was black too; and keeping the blackness of his self, he had a black rose on the top left side of his cloak. And as if to complete his costume, he had donned a black mask.
There was a difference with the duo as well. The larger one had dirty blonde hair, and blue eyes, while the smaller one had hair as black night, with streaks of gray hair, and brown eyes, almost as brown as pure chocolate.
The bigger one asked, "Are you sure that they are here?"
The smaller, the more mysterious and masked one of the black colored team replied calmly, "Of course. I know that they are here."
Then, the smaller one's earphone crackled with a voice on the other line; the person on the other side quipped, "Noir has been found."
The masked man smiled, "Good."
The man who was not wearing a mask asked, "Are we…"
'Mask' grinned, "No. People in our profession who are just as good as we are must deserve our introduction. Especially if they are our counterparts."
'Blonde' grinned, "Since they're girls, are they…"
That's when Mask hit Blonde with his fist, "Yes, they're beautiful. And do you think of nothing else than perverted thoughts?"
Blonde replied, "No."
Mask sighed, "Are there any gentlemen out there?"
Who are these two, shadowy people? They are Yami. They are the dark, deadly, skilled assassins for hire. No one knows their true names, but… Everyone knows, that they are admirable in their cases, and people have said that they are as good as Noir themselves. Because, in the past, Noir and Yami have worked together many a time before; and once, they have crossed paths as adversaries. The small, masked man is known in the underworld by two names. And they are:
Gentleman of Darkness; he is known by that name more prominently because he likes to do his work in shadows, or, darkness, because that is where the assassin works best. He especially treats female targets and clients very well, hence, Gentleman of Darkness.
He goes by another name. This name is feared by the underworld and secret organizations alike… Dark Blade. He is called that for his well-versed knowledge of bladed weapons, and his fatal expertise of them.
His compatriot, the big, dirty blonde unmasked man is known by a nickname in the underworld as well. Dark Arsonist. Why? He's a bomb freak, and the creator of a highly deadly and illegal explosive device known as D12. It is eight times more powerful than C4, but for close range combat, he likes to stick with his guns. Literally. He uses a Klobb; and for real stopping power, he uses the Cobra semi-automatic.
As they walked in the old, romantic streets of France, the Dark Arsonist asked, "Are your sources correct? Is Noir really based here?"
The Gentleman replied, "My sources are 99.9 accurate, Arsonist. And when they're that accurate, I'm sure we'll find Noir."
Arsonist looked worried. He asked, "But what about… You know, them?"
Gentleman looked more confident. He replied, "Them? One of their members is one of my sources. We can take care of them. We aren't known as who we are for nothing, right?"
Arsonist grinned, "Yeah. You are right. We can take care of them!"
Just then, Gentleman's head snapped. He said, "I know where they are."
Arsonist said, "Let's go."
And with the speed of darkness, the duo sped off to Noir's destination.
The Judge was holding himself well against Noir, especially the one who called herself 'The True Noir'. When suddenly, a voice called out, "Judge. You are finished."
Then, the Judge's door blew open, and what should come out the door than… the same theme of Kirika's pocket watch?
The first voice stated, "Yami. It is the name of a predetermined fate." Then, a second voice sneered, "Two gentlemen, who preside over death;" Then, the two voices said the final verse of the poem, "The destiny of the newborn and the unlucky, their dark souls defend."
The Gentleman of Darkness and the Dark Arsonist stepped out from the explosion.
The Judge stammered, "It can't be… How can it be… possible…How can you be Yami?"
Gentleman stated, "You call yourself a Judge. You're nothing but a very bad harbinger of death. In fact, you give Yami and Noir very bad names."
Arsonist snarled, "We are going to send you to the deepest pits of hell; where scum like you belong."
Gentleman sighed, "Nice line."
Arsonist said, "I've been preparing that line when we meet Noir."
Gentleman grinned, "My turn." Then, he got serious. His eyebrows narrowed, he opened his cloak, revealing nothing more than a pair of black Colt .45 caliber handguns; and a black .44 Magnum, and the rapier. Then, he smiled. He said, "Prepare to meet the devil."
Mireille asked, "Aren't you improperly equipped for an assassin?"
That's when Arsonist spoke up. He said, "Never judge a silencer until you can see what he can do."
The judge reached for his gun, when suddenly, the Gentleman threw something out of his right hand. He grinned, "When I say you're going to die, you are going to die."
The one who was called 'The True Noir' gasped, "That's a throwing knife." Then, she thought, 'I must report this to Altena. Noir are not the only assassins that have been reawakened.'
SA: Heh heh heh, say bye bye, Judge!
Judge: …
Arsonist: He has a reason to be afraid, you know. My friend is about to kill him.
SA: You are right, Arsonist. Next time, the Gentleman of Darkness shows Noir and the Judge why he's called the 'Dark Blade'! Will Noir and the 'True Noir' find out the true identity of Yami? Furthermore, how will the master of 'The True Noir' take the news of Yami's reawakening? And will the Noir girls find love in Yami? Next time… "Silencer of Darkness."