Black Rock Shooter

Akarui Hoshi

Chapter 1

Part 2: Morning Flight and Run

Beep~ Beep~ Beep~

Rang the phone of Hiroshi. The boy shifted on his bed, ignoring the tone of the device. He turned and moved, disheveling most of the bed's comfort sheets and flipping the pillow over his head.

The beeping continued and it further annoyed him, wanting to throw that no good phone of his across the room to the window. He attempted to stop it by actually slapping the thing on the desk, already knowing for a long time that there was no use. Hiroshi then groaned in defeat, tossing his pillow aside and lifting himself upright from his bed while his arms were stretched forward, feeling a little dizzy from the sudden rise.

"Just shut up already.." He groaned again, snatching his phone from the table beside him. Hitting the buttons with his thumb, saying "shut up," At every miss with the tone of annoyance in his voice.

When finally the sound of beeping has stopped, he sighed and rubbed his eyes for a slight bit, little dots appearing at the side of his vision. Setting his phone back at the table, he stood abruptly from his bed and clumsily walked towards his closet. Opening its double doors and pulling out his usual uniform of a white polo shirt, and black pants. He yawned from his place, roughly ruffling his hair messily.

Walking towards the bathroom, he flipped the light switch on. Still feeling a little bit drowsy, he regretted sleeping late…

It was early in the morning and the sun stretched out far into the horizon with a warm orange light.

Black Rock Shooter stood up from her place. Taking a look around before looking beyond the structures that happened to block most of the sun's light to shine on her. The air smelt fresh, but the hint of stench was left behind. It always has been in this world…

Ron released himself from Rock's arm, making twirls and stretches as he yawned.

"Ahhhh.." The snake sighed. "That feels good~."

Rock looked down. A few hundred (maybe thousand?) feet below her were people and cars. There weren't that many as they used to yesterday night, with huge traffic and all. The lights were off and instead replaced by the gleaming lights from the sun, its rays shinning throughout the streets of Tokyo. It glimmered brightly at the windows and as well from the steel of the under construction building.

"Let's go." Rock said, moving a step closer to the edge, her hoodie still over the girl's head.

Ron followed suit, his flying serpent like body hovering from behind.

Hiroshi buttoned his polo shirt after putting on his black pants with a simple buckle.

Looking at the bathroom mirror while he buttoned, his hair looked a bit messy after the ruffling. A very dark blue hair. Almost in contrast to black, looking a little bit spiked and a short strand of hair like antenna sticking out from the right side. The boy did not mind leaving it like that (Nor does he even want to cut that strange antenna because it will just grow back anyway.) but going to the fifth day of collage like that would be embarrassing. He is, after all, a new student there.

Putting the last button at its last socket, Hiroshi began on his hair. Just a few strokes here and there and viola, Mr. Tidy guy.

Going out of the bathroom he reached out for his backpack. It was not that heavy…

Striding across the small living room, he was about to open the door out, but paused for a moment. He felt a little feeling that he may have forgotten something. Scratching his head to think, he snapped his fingers and rushed back to his cubicle like (Well.. Like.. A cubicle) bedroom, and saw his phone lying on the desk.

Snatching his said phone, he shook his head in disbelief. "Now why on earth would I forget you? Silly phone.."

Shoving the item into his pocket, he strode back to the door, closing it behind him and set off.

The Black Shooter and her weapon had their feet over the edge. Leaning in forward, Rock fell off the cliff into a steep dive as Ron followed her like a spiraling dragon in the air.

The wind blew wildly at their faces which causes Rock to narrow her eyes.

As they continued to descend down, Rock made a mid air flip, her legs apart and her cape like jacket flowing right behind her. A person would mistake this for someone like Batman that's doing a crazy stunt. If there were anyone looking at her, it would have been weird or epic.

Making a slight bend on her knees, she landed on thick stack of boards, which rope was tied firmly around it and hanged on a crane's hook. With the slight impact on the wood and a tight hold on the rope from falling, the tools rattled and one of them jumped a few inches.

Turning back she made another jump towards the building and grab hold at a chain. Unfortunately losing the grip and slipping from the metal rope, her hand slid down. Luckily and quickly returning the grip before she falls to her friction would have burned her palms, but thank Goodness for gloves.

The weight gave a pendulum like swing after a tight hold on the metal.

The chain turned and grinned on the building's steel. With right timing before she swung forward, she released her grip on the chain. Landing on an elevator that moved up.

She quickly hopped off from the moving object and after a long way down; she made a final land on a truck load full of sand.

The sand was hard to even produce little dusts flying, but only a little got to drift by.

Ron sniffed the air for a moment, "well. That was fun." He commented. Despite the little dirt devils that still remained floating. Rock hopped off the truck. Dusting herself from the shoulders to arms, patting off any left off sand.

The sun continued to rise, inch by inch.

Rock could hear the chattering of workers talking nearby. Something about finishing the building on time and food.

Sooner or later she began to move out of the area by jumping over a wrecked wooden fence, her hand holding on the slim board and pushing herself over to the other side. There was a little gap big enough for Ron to go through that also little children would go in without warning.

Hiding herself under the hood of her jacket. Some people in business suits, including women and other normal civilians would give glances at the girl, sometimes they would stare at the flying 'snake' hovering behind her.

It was, however, normal to Rock. Not caring what people would say about her appearance. Whispers of 'Hot' and 'Sexy' from men would linger through groups of two, three or perhaps more. Women would get jealous and so otherwise would hit their guys at the back of the head.

Ron would just have a red vein popped at every word and give death glares to young teenagers who dares look at Rock in any way that would piss him off.

He nearly was going to strangle one boy who called him a 'Rodant.' Shouting that snakes are, "Fucking reptiles!" Gathering the attention of people around them.

Rock would say nothing to his actions, continuing to walk.

Finally getting out of sight for a short time. Rock went into an empty alley way. Cats mewed behind the dumpsters and some rats scampered out of their reach.

"Dead Master shouldn't be too far away." Rock said. Going deep into the alley, finding a ladder that leads to the rooftop.

Ron was surprised to hear 'Dead Master' instead of-

"What ever happened to the name Yomi?" He asked from his train of thought.

Rock was about to reach out for the ladder until she heard the question, her hand stopping half way from the handles and slowly returning, giving a glance of guilt at the ground.

'Yomi..'

She frowned in frustration and kind of slammed her palm on the ladder's handle. "She's not Yomi." She insisted on herself like she was having a debate.

"And so are the others." Said Ron. Rock began to climb on the ladder as if she was ignoring the last sentence. But clearly registered it in her mind.

"Okay. Okay." Ron said as if he lost an argument and started to follow her. "No need to get too overreacted."

Rock would give a silent murmur or grumble. Her actions are clear to Ron even though Rock never shows them, because Ron, her long time 'friend.' Knows the silence itself is the emotions of Rock.

Finally reaching to the top. Startled birds jumped out of their places. Some going past her and creating a small wind from the flaps of feathers. The jacket swaying slightly at the little air.

Rock looked forward. There were rows of buildings that were high and low, looking like a path of nearly connected buildings together, but the truth is that it stretched out far that no ordinary human can jump that long… But she.. Is not any human.

Rock walked, speeding up her pace, to a small jog. Into a tight fitting run to the edge.

Stepping on the ledge, she jumped high, going over an alley to another building. Sprinting fast she would also Hop over pipes, air cons, side step around the huge, tall obstacles and as well as sliding under narrow paths.

To two, narrowed, symmetrical building structures. She would jump from wall to wall with her feet kicking off from the hard cement and fiber glass. A few steps up and a long two arm reach to the top, lifting her light and agile body with might.

Ron had no problems following her as he can just go over, under and around with flexible moves.

Sometimes they would get separated when both have different opinions on which side to go. Whether Ron would go to the narrowest gap and Rock would hop over and run forward. They would always land simultaneously meeting with each other at the end.

Children who would stare out of their apartment bedroom windows. Would look out, amazed and jaw dropped to see a girl in appealing clothes with a serpent like snake go through obstacles and blocked ways very swiftly like they do in movies.

Jumping out of their beds and landing on slippers. They would run to their parents and brag about what's going on outside. Getting replies like "Very nice imagination, sweet heart." Or "Very good, now have some breakfast." And perhaps. "Go back to sleep."

Sometimes if they would mention about the 'Appearance' (Especially if said out from younger little boys) to their parents. They would come stomping in their brother's or sister's room and accuse them of letting them see something beyond their age, or would rather blame the head of the Family. 'Like Father, like son.'

A few distance to where Rock and Ron were. A girl was sitting over a building's edge, with crossed legs and body leaned on the side with her left hand on the ground for support, while the other was laid beside her. She had been looking at the two Black Shooters with boring, but shinning green eyes that had the same pattern of white rings encircled on them like ones of Rock. Her right claw like finger tapped on the ground like one rhythmic beat per second.

She had been watching them since the night they slept. "She is so cute~." The girl admired.

Two huge skulls hovered silently behind the girl, their eyes and mouth glowing bright in green. Listening to their Master in every word she spoke.

"Isn't that right, skull chans?"The girl asked innocently.

The two skulls nodded slightly, agreeing.

The girl smiled a sadistic smile with the same eyes, but with a spark of huge interest in them. Lifting her right hand, she put her finger on her cheek and slid the tip down to her chin, giggling.

"Let's play a little game~.."

A/N: And here is another Edited version of the Story. Hope you liked it :)

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