Chapter One
Author's Notes: Welcome to the sequel of Call of the Bluebird. I doubt you could understand this story if you haven't read the prequel, but hey, I could be wrong. This story will deal more with Jin and the Mishima Zaibatsu and will hopefully tie up loose ends I left in Call of the Bluebird. I will warn you that it starts off slow and…lovey-dovey. But if you know me, that stuff is a necessity in my stories. Thanks for reading and tell me what you think!
There is a fundamental belief in which states that the world follows God's recipe. Every action we take, every ordeal we encounter has been predestined by the Almighty. That He had decided, on the day of our birth, what we would become, what we would make of ourselves…what role we would play. Yet while we are given roles similar to one another, one young man believes that his given duty is to lead the people into the perfect world; the world he believes he was destined to create. In this ideal world there would be no strife or war, greed or misery. There would be no need to seek for endless riches or eternal life. There would be no need to dream. Everything you could ever want, you already had. When such a utopia awaited you, why defy this man?
Standing atop a skyscraper which had once belonged to a renowned business man only minutes ago, were two men; one clad in red armor, the other draped in a black trench coat. They stood in silence as police and ambulance sirens blared on the streets below them, all of them reporting to the scene of yet another assassination led by the Mishima Zaibatsu.
Lars stared at the younger man across from him and felt his jaw clench at the expression he wore. There he stood, calm and composed, remaining aloof despite the fact that just minutes ago, he had stolen yet another life. He pulled his gun from his holster and aimed it at the boy, at the same time asking solemnly, "Why did you do it?"
Jin passed the man a blank look as he looked his face over. The Swede before him radiated determination as he had come to learn. Always chasing him in a futile attempt to interfere with his plans, he would sacrifice life and limb to save one pitiful being. Ignoring the question completely, Jin replied back, "You're not like the others."
Confused by his reply, Lars slowly began shifting the gun downwards. "Others?"
"You don't follow God's recipe."
As he was contemplating the answer he received, Lars watched as the raven-haired man began backing up until his back was up against the railing separating him from solid ground and a twenty-story drop. Before he could wonder what he was planning on doing, Jin jumped into the air, causing all of Lars's limbs to launch into action. "What are you-?!" Lars stopped short in his attempt at reaching for the young man as he found that Jin had gracefully landed on the railing, unbothered by the fall that awaited him if even the slightest of breezes blew.
Looking back at Lars, Jin spotted the panic-stricken look he held and said assuredly, "I will not fall. God will not permit it."
"Jin," Lars yelled, "Get down!" He considered on threatening him with his gun, but seeing as how he was already in a life or death situation, he didn't see the need.
"You don't understand," Jin said from his higher position, "God will not allow me to die here or now because I have a duty to do in the future."
Lars gulped, worried for his half-nephew, and figured that the best way to save him was to play along, convince him that he believed whatever words poured from his mouth. "That so?"
Jin turned his back to him to look out at the thriving city around them. With open arms, he said, "My role is to lead these people to the perfect world…It is what God wants." He dropped his arms down to his sides to look over his shoulder at the soldier and with narrowed eyes, whispered, "Yet here you are, a single man standing up to me, trying to stop me…You are defying God's will."
"Jin…" Lars whispered his name as he watched him turn his eyes back to the city.
"Perhaps," Jin said as he made his plunge, "It is your role to stop me…"
Running over to the ledge, Lars looked over only to find that the young tyrant was now dangling on his helicopter's rescue rope, safe and sound. Despite all the trouble Jin had caused worldwide, Lars felt himself relax knowing that he was out of danger. Watching as they flew away, Lars replayed the conversation with Jin through his mind. "God's recipe, huh…?"
He heard footsteps begin to approach him and before the new arrivals even had a chance to speak, Lars answered, "He got away…" Turning to look at his soldiers, Lars began walking towards them, "Let's go. We can catch him if hurry."
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It had been a near five months since the restoration of Russia began and now it seemed all things were back to the way they should, if not, better. The trust of the people which had once been used as a tool by a certain tyrant had now returned to SPETSNAZ and its leader. Peace reigned and it was all due to the former White Angel of Death, Sergei Dragunov.
Five months…Sergei almost couldn't believe so much time had passed since he claimed his spot as SPETSNAZ leader and for once, began living a serene life. Although many would refer to his life as repetitive, constantly coming and going from the office to his home with no breaks in between, for him, it was the life he had secretly wished for so many years ago. In the daytime he would work to protect the people that adored and admired him while at night, after all the work was done, he would return home to the woman who loved him most. Call it monotonous all they want, but for once, Sergei Dragunov was at peace.
As Sergei returned home the following evening, he was greeted with the burbling of a baby. Following the sound, he found himself standing outside his bedroom door. Without the need to knock, he quietly opened the door and peered in, his heart fluttering at the sight that lay before him.
On the bed sat his love interest, Anna Williams, cradling a rambling baby in her arms. She had a soft look in her eyes as she admired the child before her and so indulged was she with the infant she had yet to notice her own love at the door until he stepped in and dropped his suitcase. "Hmm?" She looked up and spotted the soldier, causing a gentle smile to form on her lips. "You're home early."
She rose to her feet to greet him properly, landing a sweet kiss to his lips. Once they pulled away, Sergei looked down at the child while Anna went on to explain, "Annessa dropped her off today while she went shopping." She passed the baby a playful glare and raised her up to eye-level. "Guess I'm nothing more than a babysitter to that woman…" Without explaining why, she gingerly handed the girl off to Sergei before she left the bedroom and headed downstairs.
Alone in the room with the baby, Sergei stared at her, taking into account all of her features; platinum blonde hair that belonged to her mother along with doe-brown eyes that could belong to no one else but her late great father, Kliment. At the mention of the man, Sergei felt his jaw clench as he unknowingly began rubbing his finger against the child's chubby cheek.
"Sergei…?" A sweet voice broke him from his reverie. He turned to the doorway where he found Anna and Annessa standing.
With a smirk on her face, Anna said teasingly, "She wants her baby back Sergei…"
After having the baby deposited into her arms, Annessa gave him a smile and whispered, "Thank you for taking care of her." Landing a kiss on her daughter's cheek, the mother asked patronizingly, "Did you cause them any trouble?" As a reply, the child giggled and gurgled away, happy to be back in familiar arms.
After all thanks and gratitude were exchanged, Anna led Annessa to the front door to say their final farewells for the night while Sergei prepared himself for bed. "Thanks again for taking care of her, Anna."
"It's not a problem," the brunette replied.
Annessa nodded then looked over Anna's shoulder, making sure they were truly alone. With Sergei nowhere in sight, she asked in a quiet tone, "So have you two talked about it yet? About getting a baby?"
At this, Anna gasped, shocked at the question, and quickly averted her eyes downward. She opened her mouth to speak, but found that she didn't exactly know what to say. "You know how he is…He's too busy to think about things like that…"
Annessa wasn't convinced with her answer but found that she didn't want to pester her any further. With a gentle chuckle, she placed her hand on her shoulder and replied, "If you say so. But you know, maybe it should be your guys' next conversation in bed. Unless that is, you have other things to talk about?"
"Hmph." Anna replied haughtily, a slight blush reading on her cheeks, "How 'bout you and that golden child of yours get home now? It's getting late."
With a smile on her lips, Annessa took her baby's arm and gave Anna a wave goodbye. "We'll see you soon, Anna. Remember what I said." With that, she entered the awaiting cab and drove off, leaving a thoughtful Anna at the front door.
Later that night, Anna, after donning on lacy pink intimates, prepared to leave the bathroom until her own reflection in the mirror stopped her. It wasn't particularly her face that captured her attention, but rather her flat stomach. She placed her hands on her abdomen as thoughts from earlier raided her mind. Her, a mom? She scoffed at the idea.
"Sergei…" Anna's singsong voice emanated from the bathroom and before long Sergei was graced with her scantily-clad presence. He looked her over, noticing every curve she possessed, and wondered if she had gotten more luxurious over the months they've been together. He had been too indulged in her mental growths to notice her physical changes.
When they first met, she was nothing more than a flirtatious woman, using her charms to not only get what she wanted, but as a defense. She wanted to show the world that she didn't need anyone; that she needs only to rely on herself. However, when she came to live with him, her true self began to come out. It was true, she was still kittenish and…playful, but once in a while he was graced with a worried look or a concerned voice. It seemed as if he loved her most when she was vulnerable.
Taking her hand as she approached him, Sergei pulled her down atop of him and began to remove her long brown hair from its usual pin-up. Though she was stunning in his eyes with her bob cut, Sergei much rather preferred the long hair she wore now as there was so much more he could tangle his fingers in. Once her locks were free to roll down her shoulders and back, Sergei planted his nose on her crown and took in her scent.
As he did so, Anna planted her lips to his collarbone and gradually crept upwards until she was looking at his mouth. Not allowing Anna anytime to tease him, Sergei crushed their lips together, keeping her held in place by her hair. Anna would never admit it, but to be overpowered by the always aggressive and dominant Sergei was always one of her favorite parts of their lovemaking.
"Sergei…" she moaned as she broke free from his grip. "Can I ask you something…?"
She sounded serious with her tone so, sitting up with her straddling his waist, Sergei leaned down so her lips were by his ear. He listened to her question and when she pulled away, he granted her with a glare along with his simple answer of, "No." Before she could retaliate, as he knew she would, Sergei kissed her, keeping her quiet as well as initiating their lovemaking as the clothes began getting removed…
XxxxxxX
Lars froze at the latest report he received from his subordinate. "Repeat that," he ordered, his voice harsher than he intended it to be.
"Uh, y-yes sir!" The young man saluted. "From our latest investigation, it seems that Jin Kazama has made his next target to be SPETSNAZ's leader, Sergei Dragunov."
Keeping his eyes cast down on the floor, Lars nodded, regaining his composure. "Have you predicted when he'll strike?"
"Not as of now, sir. Though it is likely it won't be beyond two days."
"Then we're heading to Russia, ASAP," the Swede spoke. "Go gather the others." Before he could receive another salute, he walked off, rushing to get to the helicopter.
He knew that if Jin's attack happened, regardless of whether his target died or not, Russia would no longer be in peace. And not only was it for Russia's sake that he had to stop this strike, but Lars didn't plan on losing another friend to this tyrant…