Title: Whisper
Summary: In the present a New Tool has been created and discovered by the Government. Now with the Government after the New Tool, only a chosen few can stop the Government, or can they?
Category: Sci-fic/Angst/Romance Rated: PG-13 Started: 02.20.2005
Chapter 1
Whispers of Mystery
It rained heavily that night, while the wind blew gently through the mists. There was nothing in sight, for the fog blinded a naked eye. The streets were deserted, showing no signs of life. Hardly any cars passed by, for there were little to expect on such a rainy night like this one.
Through it all, she stood there perplexed. Her eyes struggled to see the time on her watch, yet the harder she struggled, the blurrier her vision got. She stood there for a long period of time. An exasperated expression took over her fine features. Her silken raven hair came loose from the pouring rain. Her figure soaked to the bone, the clothes revealing every contour of her slender figure. She was a fine woman to watch and maybe an easy woman to condemn. All alone she stood in the night, vulnerable and waiting for someone or something to pick her up.
The fog grew heavier each moment, as the rain remained merciless in its direction. Never once did the rain waver. Never did the strange woman decide to leave her spot. The streets were unsafe at the hour after midnight, for evil dwelled in the forbidden shadows. These streets were clearly unsafe, for they spoke of the horrors that happened, the countless of deaths; no one ever took time to pay attention to. Yet she stood exasperated of her situation. She watched her watch one moment, and then the next moment she lifted her face into the dark night, to let the rain wash over her.
Someone was there watching over her, looking right through her.
The sense of being watch made the woman uneasy. Her blood raced through her veins, as her heart race increased. Warily the woman looked around her, searching through the mist to see if anything was out of the ordinary.
Someone was there, waiting for her.
Finally, after long intakes of air, she gathered the courage to walk to the dark form. Slowly she moved forward, one footstep after another led her to a small alleyway, where the dark figure waited. Her body felt heavier with every step she took. Although her mind protested her from moving any farther, her feet still carried her. It felt like her body had a will of its own.
Someone was beckoning her, bidding her to obey.
The scene continued with every slow footstep. Something inside told her not to rush, just take her time and go to the figure. Suddenly from the dark alleyway, the woman saw the dark figure raise a hand toward her as if daring her to take it. The pointer finger pointed to her from the shadows, casting her to remembrance. Eyes glowed feral through the dark, making the woman gasp out loud. She stepped back all of sudden, fear raced through her body like a storm taking over the heavens. Her body trembled, as a hard hand clasped her small hand. The larger hand was rough, speaking of the harshness it knew about life. Eyes glowed dangerously in the dark; it never wavered from her vision. Before anything more could happen, the dark figure stepped back. Something else was here, and the strange figure sensed it. The figure hissed a horrible warning and then left the alleyway like it was never there in the first place.
Hastily the woman ran out the dark alley, only to approach a bright light ahead of her. Reflexively she lifted her hands over her eyes, to shield the bright light from damaging her sensitive eyes. There was more then one light. The bright lights came closer, inch-by-inch. Then they halted before her. Another dark figure stepped out before the light and called her by her name.
"Kaoru! What are you doing here?" asked the voice, now concerned for her safety. "You look like you saw a ghost." Automatically one hand left her face to travel her already soaked form. Her other hand traveled through her knotty raven hair. She paled, realizing her state of appearance.
"Only if you have come sooner," she retorted.
"How long have this been?" asked a woman now looking through her documents. All signs led to one symptom. Her raven hair pulled swiftly back in a bun began cascading, falling to her heart shaped frame. Her serious eyes did not look up to see the tall man before her. She immersed her senses to digesting her information accurately.
"I cannot say," said the man. His tone was heavy and rich.
"How do you expect me to do my job, if you are not providing me with useful information?" The situation was hopeless. One life can be lost today after all. The man before her did not look educated beyond Community College years. She had been around enough people to tell their status of education, after a couple conversations with them. The man before her appeared as if he had no class whatsoever. To her he looked disgusting. His over grown beard, his ragged clothes, not a pleasant smell, spoke of the days he never showered. She began feeling sorry for the sick figure in the hospital room.
"Tell me what happened."
"Well, I found the girl in a dark alleyway. She was bruised badly and mentioned something about someone stalking her."
"You found her and never called the police."
"Look miss, there was no phone nearby and..."
"And what?" The doctor looked at him suspiciously. There was something he was not mentioning. She knew from his personality, he seemed to be a furtive man, a desolated man who knew little about communicating with people.
"Nothing."
"I think you know something essential," added the doctor. "I believe you should report this case to the police."
All of sudden the doctor was interrupted by an intern, who seemed distressed about something. The intern gazed at the room as if it carried a heathen.
"What now?" asked the doctor. Now she became annoyed at both the strange man and her intern. For some reason this was not her day.
"The man brought us a forbidden thing," said the intern. His gaze hardened on the door. "I think we should notify the government about our findings."
"Notify the government about what?" she asked. She stared at the door her intern was watching intently. Her mind noticed something different about the room. The aura changed. The environment was darker, fiercer with raging emotions of despair and madness. For a moment the doctor felt a heavy burden on her shoulders and her vision saw red.
"Just as I confirmed. The man brought a Program."
"Damn!" He swore again. Punching the cupboards in his office, he threw aside the ornaments on his desk. He swore over and over again. He called God's name in vain, not caring about getting struck by lightening. His body tightened with such rage, that it felt so stiff. His office was thrashed; he almost turned his possessions upside down.
Never in his life had he failed. Never in his life had he attempted to keep a promise. It was over now.
She is gone, vanished into thin air.
He promised to take care of her. His pledge to her was to keep her safe from danger.
She was heaven, while hell grew in her.
An organization was created to protect her from danger. She became the new tool of evolution, one that the government hunted. The government needed her dead, for they believe she carried a threat. If she was eliminated, then government could proceed with forbidden experiments and not worry about having to pay consequences. The tools scientists made, proving they to be Gods, changed the world's aspects of life and society. He was sick of it all.
She was real. The world lived within her.
It was time the world became known as it was from the beginning. No human being should toy with lives. Every life was precious, for life had no social classes.
That was what she taught him. Without her everything was lost.
If the government found her, if they eliminate her, they would suffer the consequences dearly. His unit did not call him Enishi for nothing for they knew his reputation to well. Out of two hundred enemies he faced, never did he fail to cause their doom.
Where there is life, there is also death.
The men managed to gather a squad before sunrise. Each of them gathered secretly in the corner building of a deserted street not to far from a passing car. As the car pulled up to the parking lot, men rushed to greet the great Admiral they heard so much from the chief. However, they stopped dead in their tracks, when they saw a tall lean figure stepped out from the dark car. His shoulders squared as he rose to his fullest height. Some amber hair fell before his eyes, hiding the deadly expression in them. His hand automatically went to the sword at his hip. It was rumored by the Section 9 Department, that a great Admiral by the name of Saito Haijme, possessed great skill with a sword. Every man who faced him in battle suffered from severe injury. His enemies died in a flash. No one can compare to his sword skills as well as his gun skills. His reputation in Section 9 was highly honored. Without him Section 9 would have never existed.
Hastily, the men scurried from his way, seeing that their Admiral meant business. Apparently their Chief called him to forewarn him about the new threat.
"The information," Saito declared without explaining himself further. Automatically from this expression, the men learned that their Admiral was a man of few words.
"A Program has been spotted Sir," said one of the Juniors timidly.
"Location?" he took a cigar from his pocket and a match from the other pocket. Swiftly, but gracefully Saito struck the match and lit his cigar.
"Long Fork Hospital," replied the Junior.
The corners of the Admiral mouth curved, his eyes flared deeply. "I have you right where I want you."
AN- This is my first RK fic. The story starts out a bit confusing, but in the next chapter to come, the story will answer the questions you have, such as What Is a Program? If there anything particular you will like answered then I will answer them for you under Author Notes in the next chapter. Thank you for reading.