Chapter Three: The Ice Wolf
Nao's Pov:
As I turned to my men who had assembled at the main room of my territory, I scowled at each of the cowering beasts. I had had use of them, but their failures all showed in an obvious form, a.k.a. meaning the bruises and cuts and broken jaws that they acquired while fighting The Ice Wolf.
I keep a hiss of dismay in my throat, since I'm unable to do anything else. I myself wasn't able to do anything when I found out who she really was.
"Kagu," I snapped at the minion of mine, "Get over here, simpleton."
"Yes, Ms. Yuuki?" He asked, shaking almost as he looked at me, so afraid of what I'd do to him if he disobeyed. I would have been amused, had it not been for the fact that I was both pissed and unnerved.
"Bring me as much information as you can on The Ice Wolf." I said stonily, well aware of what I just revealed. Almost everyone in the room gasped at the sound of that alias.
"The Ice Wolf?" One of my female goons, Midori Sugiura stated, more than disbelief in her voice, and if I'm not mistaken, excitement, "That's who our guys fought last night?"
"That's what I said, Midori." I sneered. I didn't like repeating myself, especially not with this overly hyperactive idiot that gets drunk almost every freaking night.
Midori, I suppose she shares an interest with Kagu. In other words, she has a tendency of hitting on me.
In fact, she's even more of an irritation than Kagu is. Kagu at least knows that he'll die if I choose to have him killed and is terrified. He knows to keep his distance, Midori on the other hand doesn't have a boundary. Seriously, if she wasn't of such use I would have left her to be raped and killed by dozens of gangs already.
Unfortunately, she is of use to me, so I'll just have to tolerate her trying to get into my pants.
I repeated angrily, "I want all the information on the cur to be brought to me! When she first appeared on the streets in general, how long ago did she show up in this territory, everything."
Even as I spoke, I knew that I was practically ordering the impossible. Like me, almost no information about The Ice Wolf, before her life on the streets was known about.
The little that was known was that she appeared ten years ago, her parents died because they got caught in the crossfire of a street gang fight or something, but that was all that was known about her past.
As I watched my men and women trail out the door, a sudden realization occurred to me when I retraced my thoughts.
The stories said that she appeared ten years ago, and the woman I saw last night must have been at least seventeen or eighteen. If she started this life ten years ago, she must have been only seven or eight!
I blinked a few times at realizing this. Well, it seemed she truly was more depraved than me, indeed. I started only a couple of years ago when I was twelve, but this exotic creature began at an even earlier age than I did.
Grinning at this most deliciously interesting piece of information that I concluded, I pull my already unsheathed claws up to my lips and lick them, my tongue making a 'slicking' sound as I do so,…..hungry for the future confrontations with this rare animal.
I cross my arms over my chest, my claws still unsheathed as I glared out the window of the building we're in. Damn it, it's taking forever for Kagu to deliver the information to me.
I scowl at my own green-eyed reflection in the glass window. The Ice Wolf. There's just something about her that troubles me…..what is it? Why does she affect me like this?
I felt a strange sensation run through me as I thought of that grin, those eyes and her strength…..who was she?
My thoughts were distracted when Kagu and Midori suddenly entered.
"Ms. Yuuki," Kagu said, holding some photos and papers in hand, "I've got the information on The Ice Wolf."
Those magic words came from his Neanderthal lips, and I temporarily forgot why I wanted to kill him sometimes.
"Give it." I order, outstretching my clawed hand to him.
Handing it to me with a shaky hand, he looked hopeful that I'd be pleased. However, as soon as my claws flicked against the pictures and articles, and spat, "Out, Kagu, you've done your job. Midori, you stay. There is something that I wish to speak with you about."
Kagu humbly nodded and scuttled out the door, closing it behind his cowardly rear. Midori on the other hand, looked pretty damn smug.
I had a fair idea of why, too.
"So, what did you want to speak with me about….your highness…?" She asked, almost purring suggestively as she leered at me.
God, kill me now and get it over with before I regurgitate.
"It's not that, you pedophile," I grumbled, rolling my eyes as I walked over to my chair at the end of the main hall and sat down in it, "It's the same thing that I keep you alive for, moron. You are one of my strongest fighters, and I need you to get rid of this pest….this Ice Wolf."
"Ah, I see." Midori said, her smirk becoming big, "Well, you can count on me, highness. You know there's nothing to worry about, right?"
I cocked my eyebrow at her. She had a tendency of saying that to me before she'd go out and attack an enemy, but I can never tell if she means it or not.
I just shrug and say, "Whatever, just go."
She nods and seems almost….disappointed? And walks out the door.
I sigh. Like I said, whatever. The main hall is mainly steel, with weapons from gang members all along the walls. There's a velvet red carpet all over the white stone floor, and there's a green marble table to the left that was imported as a gift to me from some of the people I have made a deal with overseas in the States.
The wooden, oak chair I'm sitting in has a shotgun strapped to the side and there's an oak, wooden table to the right of the chair where I've lain the papers and photos down before speaking to Midori.
Now that the idiot's left, I can look at the articles and photos about the Ice Wolf.
Picking them up with my claws, I look down at the photos of the two fallen bodies. The man and woman, that day, ten years ago. I, for the briefest moment, felt slightly sorry for the Ice Wolf.
Memories of my own families' dead bodies printed into my mind, just from looking at this picture of the Ice Wolf's parents' deaths.
I shook my head, voiding myself of any desire to know her feelings and shoved the photo behind the newspaper clipping that I was about to look at.
It had a headline that said, "Five killed at sixth Avenue, killer unknown." Reading the article, I snickered a little at the signature ways they knew that it was the Ice Wolf. An unmistakable carving of a wolf's paw against a piece of rotted wood that was pushed against the wall, at least, according to what the idiots had in these papers.
I couldn't stop several of my laughs as I stroked the tip of my claws across some of the papers. My prey left quite the impression on some reporters who helped investigate.
After about a few minutes of scrapping around through the various different crap, I realized that I had heard so little about The Ice Wolf because all of these crimes were committed in other cities, other states practically! The Ice Wolf had been very careful about hiding her tracks.
But there was still something that was itching away at my brain. At some point, the desire to know what it was pissed me off and I actually tossed the papers and photos to the ground, yelling angrily.
I stood up, glaring at the photos and papers. What was this? Why did I have this sensation whenever I thought of The Ice Wolf?
This insanity of all these thoughts plagued my mind for almost a minute before I realized my ridiculous thoughts, and laughed helplessly.
I couldn't help myself, I just threw my head back and started laughing, grabbing my stomach with my hands and cackling.
"Oh, god," came the words bursting from my mouth before I could stop them, "Ice Wolf, you clever beast, you got me to bring up these thoughts again and put me in a bit of a fix….hehe…well that won't last for long, don't be so arrogant."
I grin at this knew found confidence as I look down at the pictures I had thrown to the ground. The only thing that The Ice Wolf and I had in resemblance to each other was our pasts, and our presents. And even in that I was better than her….I had a whole army on my side. No need to think of the difference between The Ice Wolf and all the men who worked under me because they had at least a family to look after. No, I would hunt the Ice Wolf and she would be my prey!
In another Warehouse:
The Ice Wolf's Pov:
Standing before my….eh, I guess you could say employer, Nagi Homura, the son of a corrupt rich rat ass big shot, Mr. Homura, I had to say, I was getting irritated.
Hey, wouldn't you be, if the guy that was employing you was only as tall as your waist and he taunted you?
I believe many refer to me as The Ice Wolf. Killer of forty men in one battle, a stonehearted beast with no conscience, that's me. I'm 18 years old, I usually wear a black leather jacket, black leather pants, two black leather belts, two out of shape, leather, fingerless gloves, a black shirt underneath my jacket, and some small, thin chains that are clipped onto the pockets of my pants and connecting to my belts.
My two small guns are tied into the two separate breast pockets of my jacket on the inside. I have a larger hand gun that's strapped to my right hip and another that's strapped to my left. There are two battle knives that I have, strapped to each of my outer legs.
I rarely use these weapons unless I feel it's completely necessary. Most of the people I've fought are wimps that'll go down just from my fists, legs and arms.
However, the little venomous beauty that I fought last night may make me change my mind. I might have to take an exception with her.
I have to say, while in my ten years, since I was eight, of running around the streets and thieving and beating the shit out of people and committing as many assassinations as I have, I have never met such an exotic being such as The Poisonous Spider.
Whenever I pictured her, all always imagined a cruel, tall, pale, vampire looking bitch, not the little cute brat I saw last night.
I smirk to myself slightly at my own thoughts. I know I probably shouldn't be thinking the target that I'm supposed to be assassinating as 'cute' or as a 'beauty,' but I couldn't help it. Who in their right minds could resist?
Nagi, the brat that hired me, is presently smirking at how I look and said, "Getting comfortable, Ice Wolf? You know, you had the chance to kill her last night, yet you didn't. May I ask what was on your mind?"
His smirk was mocking, and I could tell he wanted badly to hear why I didn't try to kill the little spider last night, just so the bastard could mock me.
I didn't stop myself from grinning evilly. There was a difference between him and me. I had nothing to lose.
"Oi, Nagi," I sneered, "Does it look like I'm slacking behind? Come on, what's the point in taking assassination jobs, if I can't even have fun with the target before removing her life?"
"That's all well and good," Nagi said, almost laughing, "Have your fun, but just remember who it is that's controlling your payroll."
Almost as soon as the bastard said it, I hauled him off of his feet by his shirt collar and brought his now nervous face up to my own snarling, pissed off one.
This kid really ticked me off sometimes, yah know? Nagi existed to make people want to kill him.
"And you better keep in mind," I growled, "Who could easily break your scrawny little neck and make it look like some lowly gang member did it so that your daddy doesn't know who to blame. You should keep that in mind, shouldn't you?"
Sweating heavily, Nagi stuttered out, smiling a really scared smile, "Uh, right, no problem, could you put me down, please?"
"Hn." I sneered, dropping him to the ground and he yelped in pain from the impact. I swear, all spoiled, rich kids are the same: act like they're all knowing and think they own the world.
"Get outta here, you little bastard." I spat, kicking him a little, "I'll have the Spider dead by seven days, just let me play with her a little bit. And mind your own business, runt."
I turned and walked away, scowling over my shoulder at the blasted dwarf who was shrugging while smirking as he said, "Fine, fine, if that's what suits you."
I scowled back towards the road as I headed towards where I had parked my motorcycle.
The reason why the Homura family sees Nao Yuuki, The Poisonous Spider as a threat and not me, is because I am a lone fighter, I take things myself, not by using others.
Because Nao Yuuki uses others, she has more soldiers on her side. She practically has an army, and she uses it almost daily to her advantage, sometimes to threaten higher ups, like this rich, pompous family. That is why they hate her.
I, however, keep myself under a low profile, I've finished off all the low lives that have tried to expose me. Not even my true name is known. It is only known to myself.
That is why the Homuras have employed me to their use. However, I have no intention of doing things their way. I'll bring her death the way I see fit.
Strange, though. Whenever I think about her dying,…..it gives me an uneasy feeling.
However, like everything else in my life, I suppress it. I didn't get this far without denying the feeling of missing my mother and father for nothing.
I straddle my dark blue and black bike and put my helmet on as I grumbled angrily under the visor, "And she just had to be hot, didn't she?"
