Filling in the Dark Beats

by Hayashinkage17

A boy with a dark past had been executed on his mission. But his regrets (sadly unknown to him) made him be sent into the afterlife with almost no memories except his little memories as an assassin. With the SSS finding and helping him, could he recover his memory, finding his regret and pass on? My very first trial on Angel Beats!. Characters might be OOC but I'm trying not to.

1. An Ijuin Assassin's Demise

Story : Filling In the Dark Beats.

Inspired by the story: Angel Beats: Rifts and Beats by Urter

So after reading the story by Urter, and watching a little Angel Beats! anime, I started to try this fiction. And other than Kanade, I thought I liked the side-character Miyuki Irie better than the other GiDeMo members, so I think I'll try make an OCXIrie story just like author Urter had done.

Summary : A boy, with a dark past had been executed on his mission. But his regrets (sadly unknown to him) made him be sent into the afterlife with almost no memories except his little memories as an assassin. With the SSS finding and helping him, could he recover his memory, finding his regret and pass on? My very first trial on Angel Beats! Characters might be OOC but I'm trying not to.

Disclaimer: I don't own Angel Beats, its plot and its characters, I only own my OC Shugo Nishida and Gyuki Kinoshita. Ijuin is a made-up name. Any same names are purely coincidental

Without Further Ado, here goes the first chapter!

Chapter 1: An Ijuin Assassin's Demise

-Shugo's PoV-

I tried to move my body, but seems like my own body betrayed me, err...well, actually no, the surroundings betrayed me. My hands were tied on my back, so do my legs, and I was forced on a kneeling position. My dark golden eyes can't make out a vision except blurs of dirty white and dark red, well from what I had felt on my head, or at least how I managed to feel, I was also blindfolded. My clothes were ripped, my bare skin shivered from the unnatural coldness in the room. Damn, next time I had to turn off all air-conditioners in my HQ, this coldness is killing me.

Oh well, what a logic...

And well, that's if I could make this out, alive. With my condition right now, there's no way I could escape by myself. Not to mention all of my limbs are tied up. And where the hell is my pistol?

Wait, how should I know? It could be still on my belt, but again I can't feel it, and even if it's there, it's impossible to take it out from the "pocket".

I tried my best to move my body, even with tied limbs I should've been possible to make a little move. But...

"Not something you expected, eh?" An annoying, evil-like voice approached my ears. That voice was the most recognizable of all voices that I have heard before.

And ironically was the most hated voice I have heard before.

"Shugo Nishida," the voice spoke again, "Or in our "world" we know you as Shizu no Suraisa (Silent Slicer). Your reputation as the calmest and the most silent of all of Ijuin assassins had spread throughout the world of assassinations. You were always known on your perfectly silent assassination, and, unlike other assassins, you "kept mercy" by letting the victims die in peace or dying slowly without too much scars. And of course, your trademark is a five-inch slice on your victim's stomach. Heh, for standing in front of you myself, this is really an "honor"."

"Shut up, Gyuki! What do you want?" I retorted.

"Oh, so you already know me? Then I shouldn't waste my time for introduction, should I?" The man known as Gyuki chuckled in front of me.

Then I heard nothing, but I felt something on the back of my head, reaching on my blindfold tie and ripped it cruelly. Despite being an assassin for nearly nine years, I could still felt the intense pain of the sudden rip-off on my eyes.

With the strength I have left, I opened my hurt eyes and barely made out a vision of my arch-enemy, the gang-leader Gyuki Kinoshita.

He was supposed to be my leader, if not for some guys, probably another assassination group which I joined for roughly nine years, took me from that hell. This guy, if not ugly, could be recognized as a trans...well you know what.

"Shugo Nishida, the one that should have been my accomplice nine years ago, but turned on my back and joined the Ijuin, you think you could outsmart me by the sabotaging of my turf map? Sorry, but it takes more than a sloppy, weak assassin to fully understand my real plot. It was much more than that, but I appreciate your thoughts and your techniques." Gyuki stated. "It actually hurts that this world have to lose such a young and bright assassin like you, but it seems I have no choice."

I felt something on my back of my head, and this time I could make out that it was a pistol, but this one is a bit soft, like...a silenced pistol. I immediately looked down and saw that my signature silenced MK-23 was gone.

Darn it

Then, I looked in front again and saw Gyuki's standing figure. I looked up and saw his smirking face, and with that darn ugly make-up.

"Any last words, Shugo?"

"Yes, and it will be my first check to see if you're really a man or just an excuse of it."

Without thoughts, I slammed my forehead on his crotch, startling that shithead out of his mind, and I tried to get up, but to no avail. Then I felt something gently stabbing me on my right arm, I turned on my right and saw a syringe held by one of Gyuki's underlings.

"Hope this could calm you down." he said.

Slowly, I felt my strength seeping away, and slowly I felt my consciousness beginning to seep also. But again, now I felt the same silencer on my back of head again.

"Bold move, kid. But you made me lose my patience. So I have to explain now. You will die on my hands, but this time, I gave you an honorable death by killing you with your same method. You hear me, Shizu no Suraisa?"

Dammit, I should do something, but, my body...

"At least...I died...knowing your balls...be sterile..."

And so he punched me on my gut, then I could faintly looked at his hand, which was holding a knife.

"I messed up a little bit, so instead of leaving the mark after death, like you usually do, this time, you have the right to witness it before your death instead."

With that he stabbed and slowly sliced my stomach with the knife, creating exactly a 5-inch scar. I could faintly wince in pain."

"Goodbye, Silent Slicer."

And with that, I heard a gunshot, then everything faded to darkness.

-Afterlife-

"Urgh, my head..."

I felt my head hurt as I tried to open my eyes. They met a sight of moonlit sky and bright stars formation.

Is this a dream? Wait, if this was, then what about the previous one?

But that dream I had, why did I felt that wasn't a dream?

I looked down at my body, which was now strangely covered in black shirt and black pants, and lifted my shirt up. I could faintly see my 5-inch scar on my stomach, but it started to heal, somehow.

So it's not a dream. I really was sliced and shot on my head.

If so, am I dead? And what is this place?

I looked around me and saw a very big building complex, consisting of around four to six humongous buildings. Then I saw a basketball field, a baseball field, a soccer field, and lastly I saw a few people wearing some kind of uniform.

Wait, uniform?

That kind of uniform set...a shirt, trousers or skirt, shoes. Don't tell me, this is a...

"School"

Eh...who said that?

I looked back to see an orange-red haired tall guy holding a pistol behind me. He was aiming the pistol on somewhere else, definitely not on me.

At first I didn't care as such, but if I'm not mistaken, that guy mentioned the word "School" and he's, in fact, holding a gun, a pistol to be exact.

Wait, what school permitted its students to carry out a pistol? That must've been against the rules in every school, or at least, schools I knew.

But nevertheless, this world is new to me, and I really should know more if this place somehow became the place I live, and I felt it will.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Oh, sorry to startle you." The guy replied back, his hand was still holding and aiming his pistol. "Now if you wondered about the word "School" which I somehow say it out loud, well this place was surprisingly a big school complex." He continued

"If this place was a school, then why are you carrying a pistol? Isn't that against the rules?" I asked.

Truth to be said, I said that quite bitterly. Despite being sent to school by my trusted leader of the Ijuin before, I never wanted to experience schools and that overly strict rules, being in school from the morning till the afternoon, listening to teachers who are quite incompetent on their own teachings, and my inability to bring my MK-23 there, my time was wasted on boredom.

When I finally graduate after a few years, schools are becoming my worst memory and I will certainly forget about it.

Yeah, High Schools are the worst.

Okay, enough of my useless thoughts, and back to "reality".

"Uh...well...I somehow...err...joined this kind of organization that...err...legalized usage of weapons for our operation..."

"Organization? Operation? What are you talking about, and what's this pistol for?"

All of a sudden, I heard him shooting the pistol on a direction, of a GIRL!

"What the heck is wrong with this guy?" I thought. "Why are you shooting her, is she your enemy?"

"As crazy as you might think, but yes, she was our enemy, the organization called her "Angel"" the guy replied, still aiming his pistol at the girl.

Now I became confused. What kind of girl named herself "Angel"? And who is crazy enough to call someone "Angel"...oh wait, some did for...er...what did they call it...romantic purposes? But since when romantic purposes included a pistol?"

I looked on the direction of the so-called "Angel". It turned out that it was only a girl with long silver hair and golden eyes, wearing some kind of school uniform. From her appearance, she seems quite harmless.

"Wait a minute, on my eyes, she looked like an ordinary school girl." I said to the guy.

"I agree with you. In fact, the girl introduced herself as the school's Student Council President to me, it doesn't fit any descriptions as an angel, honestly.

"Then, why are you..."

"Otonashi-kun!" suddenly a magenta-haired girl joined us. "That's Angel, shoot her! And who's that with you?"

"Eh...Ah..."

Without hesitation, the girl shot her own pistol towards the so-called "Angel", piercing her left leg. The silver-haired girl began to crouch down, but her face, as I gazed, didn't show any pain. Instead, I noticed her mouth was mumbling something. Seconds later, she dodged all of the bullets and the bullet piercing her leg slowly omitted itself from her leg.

"What the hell is that?" I thought.

"Dammit, she used her ability again." the magenta-haired girl growled. "At this rate..."

She took something from her pocket, I recognized it instantly as a grenade, an HE one, to be precise. 'Wow, what's with this girl and her equipment?" I thought.

She threw the grenade at the silver-haired girl, and resulting in an explosion, which sadly didn't injure her.

"Dammit!" She cursed as she pulled out a knife, dashing towards the silver-haired girl, which now has...an Arm Blade?

"Does "Angel" even have that kind of weapon?" I thought again as I watched the two girls clashed in a melee combat. Those two looked like an expert with those knives, if I had to admit.

Although they looked like an expert, I saw the magenta-haired girl was on the disadvantage.

Should I help? But then, I don't know which one is on the right side.

Ah...to hell with it, I decided to help the magenta-haired girl instead, and when she was just going to be slashed, I charged on the two and slammed the silver-haired girl, making her sprawl on the ground.

"What the...who are you." The magenta-haired girl asked me.

I really wanted to answer that, but not with the silver-haired girl suddenly charged at me. I leapt on the side, and used the same technique to just dodge all of her slashes.

"How could he..."

Alas, after such dodges, I accidentally positioned myself in front of the magenta-haired girl, and when the silver-haired girl thrusted her blade onto me, not wanting the girl behind me to get hurt, I didn't move and flinched as the blade dug onto my chest.

And everything went black.

-Infirmary-

After some grueling pain, I managed to open my eyes and this time I was met with sights of lightings, white beds and pale green/red curtains. I wonder if I am in a hospital right now.

I tried to get up, and noticed that I was bare without shirt, but what shocked me the most, there is no stab scar on my chest!

So that stab was only a dream?

My eyes darted around and I found my shirt near me, but gasped when I saw blood stains on the chest area of the shirt,

"Oh, you're awake." A man with orange-red short hair, what's his name, Otonashi? if that girl called him right...

"Ah, you're the one I met when I first meet here." I exclaimed.

"Glad you remember. By the way, that's one heck of a sacrifice you had there. I honestly wouldn't expect you to stood in front of Yuri instead of dodging the stab, which ended in you being stabbed in the chest."

Yuri? Oh, so that's the name of the magenta-haired girl I...um...protected.

But wait a minute, so the stab was real? Then how come I didn't see any injuries on my chest right now?

"Er, thanks, I guess? But then, was the stab real? If so, how come I didn't have any scar right here in my chest?"

"It was real, and it seems like it was healing himself."

"Huh, how can we do that?"

"Because, uh..."

"Because we're immortal." A voice suddenly was heard and we saw the previous magenta-haired girl I protect, so this is Yuri, as stated by the guy I thought was called Otonashi. "By the way, thanks for not dodging and taking the stab for me. No one has done that on their free will before."

"Uh, Thanks, I guess?"

"By the way, I'm Yuri Nakamura, the leader of an organization called the SSS, and this is Otonashi, one of the members.

"Er...first name?" I asked.

"He didn't remember his first name. He had got kind of memory loss when he entered here." Yuri replied, "Who are you, by chance?"

I personally haven't trusted these guys yet, but somehow my mind told me to trust them.

"My name is Shugo Nishida. Nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you two, Nishida-kun."

I think this is the time I learn about this world, so I asked her.

"Can you explain to me about how we're immortal? What is SSS? And why do you call the silver-haired girl as "Angel"?"

I knew she would get pissed if I asked that much, Surely enough, I heard she growled a little and finally replied

"About that, I would explain to you back in my room, follow me."

A/N: Oh my gosh! Never thought writing the first chapter could be difficult enough. I watched Angel Beats many times, but still can't get the flow or logic, and this is the result of it. I tried my best to keep everything in character.

I repeat, although I took this scene from one of the episodes in Angel Beats! (I forgot which episode), I won't fully take from there. So of course some things wouldn't make sense or didn't happen in the anime.

And since I have three other stories to worry about, plus one Final Task (as a university student), I don't know if I can update this story or not, but please Read, Review and leave improvising critics for me so I could continue. No flames please.

See you real soon

H.S.K-17