Disclaimer: The Kenshin characters do not belong to me. The storyline, however, does, as do any characters I have created.
Author's note: Well guys, I'm writing a story again. It's been a while, and normally I don't finish my stories. I have finished two however, and so I will attempt yet another story. So read, comment, prop, anything. Just have fun!
Chapter 1: Confrontation in the Dark
A small smile caressed the lips of the assassin. The dark figure slithered through a maze of turns. Often enough, the assassin had to refer to a small map that was kept hidden in the depths of the small garment being worn. It was a full body suit, all black, and with tight leather. Of course, many people would overlook this assassin, due to the small figure.
Left, Right, Left Left...Or was it Left, Right, Left, Straight? Ugh! I can't remember this!
Frustrated the assassin took a left, and found the door to a room. Straining to read the number, the assassin declared it 666. Mentally of course. A smile took the place of the frustrated frown, and the door clicked open. The dark figure stepped through the room and noted a pile and a mess. Looking around, there were quite a few noticeable things. There were papers everywhere, ending at an upturned table. It seemed someone had lost patience earlier that evening.
The assassin stepped through the kitchen, and couldn't help but smile. A box of ramen noodles lay strewn near a boiling pot. Someone had left the flame on. Quietly, the assassin tiptoed to the room at the end of a dark hall. There were two rooms on the left, a bathroom at right, and the master room straight ahead. Destination.
The assassin put a hand on the doorknob and twisted it, entering the room. This room seemed to be a sitting room of sorts. However, now, a series of grunts and shrieks were audible, just beyond the door on the right. On the left was yet another bathroom. The assassin took a left, and took out a pouch from a belt. Dark bits were sprayed in the bathtub. Satisfied, the assassin turned back to the right and pushed the door open.
A strange, and embarrassing scene met the assassin's eyes. Two figures, not even close to asleep, were on the bed. They looked up and met the assassin's eyes, and immediately jumped from each other. It seemed the girl was a whore; it was obvious by the clothes that were strewn on the ground. A tight shirt, see through lay on the ground next to a short skirt.
The assassin pulled a knife from the belt, and immediately stabbed the slut. She fell back with a gasp, writhing and fell into a mirror. A loud thump met the slut's back, and the assassin punched her in the gut, causing the mirror to shatter into bits, as well as into the slut. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her head hung forward, gasping for breath.
The assassin turned to the stranger, who had pulled a gun from a drawer. He seemed shaky, his eyes trembling as well as his hand. He didn't even seem to notice the assassin inching towards him. The stranger took a deep breath, still shaky.
Just who does this guy think he is?
Instead putting seven bullet holes through this guy, the assassin dropped the gun. He put it on the floor and slid it to the man. The man bent down to pick it up. His eyes left the assassin for only a second; but that's all it took.
The assassin pulled out a hidden one-shot gun from the belt, and fired a hole right into the man. It hit him in the head, and his head exploded.
Satisfied, the assassin took something from the room, and stopped only at the bathroom. Finished, the assassin left the apartment.
There were too many damn things to do in one day. Sanosuke Sagara yawned, and couldn't shake the feeling that today would be one long day. It had started off quite terribly. For the first 4 hours he had been awake, it had been all because of the damn sirens that met his ears. His wife, Megumi, seemed shaken as well. She took a deep breath, continuing her work.
"Honey, are you awake?"
"Yeah...damn cops."
"I think it's time we moved..."
"Why would you say that Megumi?"
"Because we had a murder take place at the apartment next to us."
Silence. Then.
"Which apartment?"
"Apartment 665. It seems a man and a woman was murdered. The girl was gasping for breath when they found her, but she died by the time the ambulance came. Poor soul..."
"So you're saying that Kinosara died? And a woman with him? Strange. He was single."
"Well you know how he indulges himself..."
A groan took the place of Sanosuke's answer. Damn horny bastard. He yawned and shook his head.
"Alright. But first, some green tea?"
"Alright. Will do."
Sanosuke yawned again and headed for the shower, thoughts rolling over in his mind. Murder was becoming more and more common nowadays. Japan itself was struggling with it's own government. A group called Felix had made an appearance 2 years ago. Now it had more political power than the government itself. Their leader, Aoshi Shionomori, was a strong leader. He stuck to Japan's past, practicing swordplay, and the occasional gunblade.
He dried himself off with a blue towel, and walked out in just a towel. He walked into the kitchen, and nearly dropped his towel at what he saw.
His wife was on the floor. And she wasn't breathing.
Author's note: Alright guys. Short first chapter. Tell me what you all think!