Thirty Pieces

By Lilimundi

Notes: There is strong sexual and violent content within, as well as AU elements. This story takes place during the second part of Kapitel and will go to the end of Kaptiel.

Prologue

She wasn't that attractive, if Yamaguchi Haijme was to be completely honest. The secretary was very simple looking, but she was his secretary. The one that had the information he needed about what the Takatori clan had been investigating. He was so close to the knowledge of the group that took out Takatori Reiji, and from there what he was ultimately looking for. But this secretary... She was very unused to being considered a sexual being, so she was beyond ripe for seduction. In many ways, it was too easy to convince her to stay after hours, to pull her into his lap, and to trace the nylons up under her modest skirt.

She was too eager. It was pathetic and disgusting to watch her throw herself at him. She let out a disgustingly breathy giggle as he stroked her plump ass, wiggling in a way she must have thought erotic. Her hair was much too short, her face much too lumpy, and her legs much too short to even be considered if he hadn't wanted that information. Idly, he thought about Reiko, and her long hair and legs. Too bad about the bullet between the eyes, but that was expected when she tried to betray her employer. Not even her meager telepathy could have helped her there.

Yamaguchi started to roll down the nylons, wanting to get this over as soon as possible, when the lights suddenly went dark. This in itself was depressingly too common, as the building they worked in was very old, and the electricity had a tendency to, as young American Paula put it, "shit itself" constantly. It should have been a sending from the gods, that Yamaguchi wouldn't have to look at her as he drove himself into her.

The girl (her name didn't matter. She didn't even had the slightest psychic talent) pushed away, starting to stand. "Haijme-kun," she whined, the pout more than obvious in her voice, "I don't like this. I don't like the dark."

He sat up, very thankful that she couldn't see the darkly annoyed look on his face. But it couldn't stay for very long as unfounded worry trickled into his mind. True, blackouts in various offices weren't rare occurrences, but something about the darkness pressed into him, warning him of a danger that lurked behind the cover of black. Without his conscious consent, his fingers slowly lost their warmth and the air surrounding his skin dropped several degrees as his core temperature spiked, readying itself to spit the heat into the combustible air. The girl reached out for him and he impatiently slapped her hand aside. There was most likely nothing out there, but he wanted to be ready in case. Nothing was going to take him by surprise like-

"Haijme-kun!" Oh right. Idiot girl.

"Stay here," he ground out, happy at the moment that she hadn't gotten to unzipping his pants. His shirt was spread across the desk, but that was to be expected. He reached for the gun hidden in the room, wishing for enough light to check and see if it was loaded. It likely was, but that didn't change his training. He opened the door to let in weak light, seeing that only the nearby offices and hallway had lost power. Slowly, Yamaguchi eased his way out of the room, eyes flashing back and forth to catch any threat. None were forthcoming and he relaxed, the hold on his power loosening and heat flowing back out. He returned to the dark, silent room.

"Hey." He reached out to shake the girl out of her terror. At a slight touch, she collapsed bonelessly onto the floor, hitting the tile with a sickening squish. Metallic blood assaulted his nose, but before he could do more than twitch, strong lithe arms surrounded him. A hand touched his bare stomach, almost sexual if it wasn't for the slick, sticky blood feeling on the fingertips.

"Yamaguchi," a smoky voice purred in his ear. "How nice to see you again."

He mentally cursed at the sound of the deadly Eszett agent, a woman he had never been able to see but had left each encounter with a greasy aroused feeling. She licked his ear, drawing a pattern across his skin with the secretary's blood. "I've been-"

"Working? I can see how hard." Her fingers slowly pressed against his skin, just on the right side of pain. "You see, I've been watching you. Good idea, seducing the secretary of the late Takatori Reiji. What, my dear Yamaguchi, did you learn from her?"

He swallowed, uncomfortable with the violent hint in her fingers and the light brush of full breasts behind him. "The girl-" Yamaguchi took a deep breath, trying to keep from shaking. "N-nothing about the hospital... but there's information about Wei-"

She cut him off with a sudden motion, her fingers plunging into the soft skin of his belly. "I don't care about that idiotic group. You had your orders. You knew who I was looking for. But what did you do instead?" She plunged her hand deeper, her free hand sliding down to grip his wilted erection. "You investigated about them. Each time, instead of looking for her, you have given me information about groups I care little about." Slowly, she started pulling something out of him that slithered against his skin as blood bubbled against his lips.

"A-abyssion..."

"I care not," she hissed, dropping a wet handful of intestine. "Abyssion is not who I am looking for, and neither are the others. They are only gnats. Adam's Brood." She hummed, idly pulling something else out from the gaping hole. Yamaguchi felt his hold on consciousness waning, then her lips on his cheek and a sudden rush of lust that forced his eyes open again. The lights suddenly flicked back on, showing Yukiko (why was it now that he remembered her name?) laying on the floor, a large portion of her chest having been scooped out. Next to her body was a lump of what could only be his intestines. His legs buckled, and wonders of wonder, the agent lowered him to the floor gently, finally allowing him to look at her face.

She was beautiful. Inhumanly so, with clear green eyes and hair the same color as a lily pad. Her skin was clear and perfect, and a cruel smile had graced her face. With her bloody fingers, she unzipped his pants, each brush of skin against skin causing nauseating lust to pound through him. "You are quite useless," she said calmly, yanking his pants down with barely restrained hunger. "If you had focused on finding the host, you could have... died in a far more enjoyable manner, Child."

"Lilin..."

She smiled, demonically desirable. "But as it is..." Again, her fingers ripped his skin, this time lower. "You are simply... another one of my kills." She stood, the flesh she had ripped off in her hand. With her free hand, she smoothly took the gun from his hand, aiming. "I would love to watch you bleed out, but I have something to do."

The sound of the gun covered the sound of one silver coin landing in his abdominal cavity, a coin with the lesser known markings of an ancient Roman denarius.