Blood Bath
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Disclaimer: As much as I worshipped GB characters, they still doesn't belong to me…ya, boo-hoo…*blows nose*
BakaTenshi Neko-san: Hey~oh minna-san…Muahahahahaha, can't believe I finally wrote a respectable GB fanfic. Though I haven't thought of the plot yet, I would try to continue as soon as I got some inspiration. Meanwhile, please R&R ne?
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~Prelude~
While the blackened walls swum enigmatically in faint shadows, lights flickered on and off in a constant familiarity of tempo. Far off, the melancholy voice of a dripping tap sung in echo to the suppressing silence, its sad music splattering onto the dirty ground in abrupt ends. Tugging slightly at the edge of his broad hat, Akabane peered discerningly from beneath, beady eyes sweeping up his surroundings in just one glance. Nothing. He could not sense any forms of life down here. Everything felt so dead in this suspicious alley. Could it be the pranks of a virtual image, teasing his mind with figments of surreal imagination? MakubeX…If not for the fact that computer boy had been kidnapped, he would have been most certain that this was one of his tricks.
A booted foot pressed forward, its heel crunching softly on the waste that lay askew on the floor, as Akabane continued on with his solemn walk. The momentum of movement gained, caused a slight heave of air against his coat hem and it flew daintily open in his wake; creating quite a dramatic effect. Clinging intimately to his body, the previously stagnant atmosphere sighed warmly for the disturbance of its casual serenity. For a fraction of that second, he 'saw' the dimension of the real room and the virtual projector before it faded back to the depressing scene of before. A slow smile crept over his thin lips while he hummed a single musical note of amusement; the irony of the situation impressing his weird sense of humor.
Scalpels, thin straight surgical knives, materialized in his gloved palm, sliding smoothly against the velvet cloth to come and rest in-between the crevices of his elegant fingers. Before that, the quick flick of his wrist was reflected by the dim light as the dangerously sensuous blades glinted in unison of glaring brightness. "Heh…" an almost non-existing laugh breathed into the surroundings, was punctured by the immediate sounds of something breaking. As though watching a dream being dissected, the image of the alley crashed into million slivers of puzzle and disintegrated into nothingness. The real room finally came into focus, its square dimension of pristine whiteness glaring nonetheless to his darkness-accustomed eyes. In natural reflex, Akabane drew close his eyelids, giving long fine lashes the chance to glaze his cheeks. Nearby, the virtual projector sizzled in cackling electricity, its metal demented by the embedment of sharp small scalpels… …