Okay due to many complaints about my first chapter, I've decided to begin project to repair some of my mess ups. This was my very first fanfic, so I think as an author with no editor, I have every right to mess up. So, I hope all my readers enjoy my story (with a few fix-ups) Thanks bringer-of-death-and sorrow & Kioruu-dono. Critism is important for becoming a good writer no? Well i would love to fix my chapters so i can get alot of reviews! sooo please R&R! Much appreciated!
2024 Japan - Tokyo
Kaoru POV
My name was Kaoru Kamiya. I changed it to suit my persona. My clients call me Kami. My enemies call me the devil. It's ironic that taking the last two letters off one's last name can change its meaning entirely.
I pondered this as I pulled the trigger of my MK-49 against the target's left temple, inwardly feeling no emotion whatsoever at the splatter of blood that pooled on the hard metal floors of the POE Corp's main building.
A feeling of relief swept through the very edges of my soul that the job was done; this means more money in the bank, and a shower awaiting me to clean off all the feeling of death. I walked solemnly out of the building, the guards running straight past me, unable to see my camouflaged body.
I am a hidden shadow, a mere puppet in the eyes of the NOIR, a group of power hungry government officials, a very powerful puppet.
I slid into my ride hidden in the garage of an adjacent building; the sports car that was had the the black-on-black leather interior and bullet proof with electronic/radar jamming capabilities; while a token of thanks from the NOIR on one of my more spectacular jobs, it definitely has saved my life more than a few times.
I pushed the car into 5th gear, slid the windows down, and enjoyed the rapid gust of wind combing tangles into my hair. I glanced at the rear-view mirror taking in my features in the mellow light of the Tokyo city. My hair was black as night and shimmered silver occasionally when a beam of light hit it. My eyes were currently black, a reflection of my dark mood I was currently in. I think men would find me attractive; however I don't have the time or necessity to find out. The only men I've ever come in close contact with are the ones that usually end up dead a second later.
I laughed out loud at my own little joke I played in my mind as I pulled into the driveway of my house. My house, more a mansion, was rather nice. It outclassed most houses in Tokyo. It was a 5-story brick house with a beautifully lit garden full of roses and lilies. A large fountain of a beautiful Greek man dressed in a toga pouring water from a vase into the fountain. Well, the house fits the alias that I was given to by the government. I am supposed to be Japan's number one actress.
I touched the fingerprint entry pad and let myself into my house.
"Madam, may I take your coat?"
Meet Mr. Soleir, my butler and my friend.
"Yes, Soleir, thank you. Is a bath…?"
"Yes madam. I drew it up not 3 minutes ago."
That's my butler, I thought admiringly to the man's promptness and confidence that I would finish the job in only 2 hours.
After the relaxing bath, I wrapped myself up in a soft cotton robe, my hair wet and combed. I felt refreshed. I laid myself down on my luxurious silk and feather bed, flipping through the channels of late night television when the phone rang.
"Madam, it's your client," Soleir said in a bass, low tone from the room's intercom speaker.
"Thank you, Soleir. I'll take it in here."
I sat up and picked up the phone next to my bed and heard a quiet voice say "Kami?"
"Yes, Mr. Sanzo."
"I trust you dispatched Mr. Nobu in…"
"Hai."
"Thank you. Your money will be waiting in your bank. Also, I have a warning for you. The NOIR syndicate has a bit of a problem. It seems you are on the hit list of one of our rival corporation's most dangerous assassin. I'll email you the details. Until your next assignment, please be careful, Kami."
"Hai."
Beep. I placed the phone gently back into its cradle. An assassin after me? I laughed at the thought of it. Still, a fool is a fool who does not heed advice.
I plopped down on my bed and pulled out my thin black laptop. The email was sent promptly to my account. I opened it and read the contents.
"HARM corporations. Worth in world wide market: $60 trillion (US). Currently first in profits this year, closely followed by NOIR corp. by $5 trillion (US). Top agent: Hitokiri Battousai. All opposition to corp. has been nullified"
"Hitokiri Battousai:
Date of Birth: unknown
Place of Birth, Japan
Current Residence: Classified
Height: 5'8
Weight: Approximately 150 lbs.
Fighting: Use of double katana; blades reversed
Kills: none
Jobs Completed: 99/year of 2024"
I sat gazing at the laptop, intrigued by this Battousai. It was very interesting for him to have no kills yet 99 jobs completed this year and its only spring. I continued reading the facts and found that all of his targets either committed suicide or are in hiding and have no contact with the outside world. Did this man use fear as his weapon along with his reverse blade swords?
A knock came at the door.
"Is everything all right madam?" Soleir asked.
"Yes, but it seems an assassin is after me. Please put on all defense systems on high security."
"Yes madam. Would you like your weapons?"
"Please."
He returned with an assortment of different weapons: a pair of spike studded gloves, my medium sized MK-49, a silenced tranquilizer gun, a pair of Sais, my high-heeled, thigh high black boots that had an assortment of weapons hidden in the straps, heel, and finally a pair of shamshir long swords. These Persian shamshir swords were a personal favorite with an engraving of a lion with its tail extending all the way to the tip of the sword on each one. I armed myself in my gear: black skin suit with a black half jacket snuggly tightened by thick silver clasps and a thin silver belt. I strapped my guns and sais to my belt, put on my gloves and boots, and slipped my shamshirs into the sheaths on my back. I make it a point not to wear just black and silver. I always wore a random color of my mood, perhaps as a signal to my enemies that a shred of humanity lives on in my soul.
I chose sapphire drop earrings that hung to mid-neck. I had them all my life. I don't remember where they came from but I feel an ethereal calm whenever I wore them.
As I was studying my gear in my mirror a sudden blaring noise erupted in the house. The intercom yelled over the annoying blaring of the alarm.
"MADAM! THE INTRUDER IS IN THE HOUSE. I REPEAT INTRUDER IS IN THE HOUSE! READY YOURSELF!" Soleir's voice thundered throughout the house in a unusual tone of panic.
I pressed the intercom pad in my room and answered.
"Stay there Soleir! I will finish this job and get you from the control room. You will be safe there. I repeat stay where you are! And turn off the alarm!" I yelled into the intercom. The alarm promptly was shut off.
Suddenly the door to my room was slashed into wooden slices. I pulled my MK-49 from my belt and waited. The door split into shards that fell apart slowly to the ground. No one was on the other side. I went into camouflage mode and placed myself in the center of the room where I could watch all 4 corners of the room. Then, a soft click of a sword sounded to my left. In a flash, a red haired man with a long katana was slashing at my torso with his sword with god-like speed. I didn't have time to aim while I dodged so I fired my gun in the direction of his stomach. The bullet missed the target, but I caught the metallic scent of freshly drawn blood in the air. I readied myself for the next attack but when I turned to face him, he was gone.
I heard another small sound, much like a whoosh, from my right. This time, however, I didn't get a chance to dodge. I maneuvered slightly out of the way but the katana still slit open my side. I panted slightly in dismay and ignored the sharp pain burning from my side. The assassin would be able to smell me now that blood was drawn. Not wanting to waste any more energy, I became visible to the naked eye and quickly pulled out my shamshirs from my back. If it was a sword fight he wanted, a sword fight he will get.
He didn't pause for a second. He jumped off the walls of my room and catapulted himself at me, katana first. I pushed the sword aside with one shamshir and slid the other one from the right, slicing open his left arm slightly. He caught that sword with his katana. Simultaneously, I attacked with my other sword which he parried with his sheath of his other katana.
We paused, frozen in a deadly stance of crossed swords and sheath.
"Not bad, assassin," I said in a soft voice.
"Same to you," he said, his voice rough.
I smiled at him and swung a kick to the back of his knee, causing him to stagger.
Using this distraction, I pushed aside his katanas and attacked slashing one sword at his heart, and the other one at his feet simultaneously. I heard a clang that vibrated through my swords. He had dodged my attack. And his sheathed katana was falling swiftly to my head. I felt it hit on the sensitive part of the back of my neck.
"You…bastard." I moaned as blackness filled my senses.
