Suspicions

Chapter 3

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Hei's eyes fluttered open and scanned the dimly lit room. His head throbbed badly as did his fresh wounds. The bandages on his hand and stomach were now blotched red, his previous injuries had reopened. Hei cursed loudly. He felt light-headed and weak. As much as he hated to admit, he wished Kirihara was here. He was in no condition to even stand, let alone try to escape. He could all too vividly remember the events that led to him being here. Those two men were most likely Sentinel. In fact, he was sure, which was all the more reason to get out of here. Nothing good could come out this.

Mustering the entirety of his strength, Hei pushed himself off the ground but immediately regretted it. Not only did the room spin a million times fast as a wave of nausea flooded through him but a sharp pain shot through his right leg. He groaned. Before he could make it halfway off the floor, he was back down again. The next thing he knew, he was doubled over, emptying the contents of his stomach. The metallic scent of blood filled the stuffy air as it gushed out of his wounds from his harsh movements. Combined with the putrid scent of the vomit, Hei was starting to feel sick all over again. By the faint light of a lantern perched not too far away from him, Hei could see a bullet wound in his right calf. The cause of the sharp pain, undoubtedly. Those bloody men had shot him in the leg.

Suddenly, a door creaked open and light flooded into the room causing Hei to cringe away and shield his eyes from the blinding light. The door shut and a man stood in front of him. He didn't say a word; he merely stood and watched Hei.

"BK-201." The man flashed a yellow-toothed grin, breaking the silence. He said nothing in reply.

"You must be wondering why we are keeping you alive out of all the others. You must be wondering why we didn't just kill you and be done with it." The man spoke again, his finger twirling a lock of black hair absent-mindedly.

"I'm dying to know." Hei answered, his tone dripping with sarcasm. The thought hadn't even crossed his mind.

Sadly, the man didn't see through the sarcasm, "I know." He grinned again. Hei grimaced. Those teeth.

"The reason is…" The unknown man dragged the last word out for dramatic effect. "We need you to get closer to Kirihara Misaki. We need you to use her to infiltrate Section Three."

Hei quirked an eyebrow and pretended to contemplate the idea. "No."

The man didn't seem too surprised but continued to twirl that annoying lock of hair. He then leaned forward towards Hei, his shoulder-length black fanning out on both sides of his face.

"Section Three recently acquired a weapon. A weapon belonging to Sentinel. A weapon Sentinel can use to eradicate the world of every living contractor. It's code-named The Scythe. You will retrieve it and kill Kirihara." The man went on as if Hei had not just refused. His toothy smile was plastered on his face but there was much more cruel glint to his eyes.

"What makes you think I would do such a thing for scum like you and your group? Why would I help you in killing off contractors?" Hei questioned, glaring fiercely at him.

"You break my heart, BK-201." The man gasped dramatically in a singsong tone and placed a hand over his heart.

Then, he turned serious and said; "You will do it for two reasons. One, we have a certain partner of yours in our possession. Mao was his name, I believe. I really cannot guarantee his safety if you do not do what you are supposed to do. And if that is not enough to boost you, number two, how would you like to have the death of every human being in Japan on your conscience? Hmm?"

Hei gritted his teeth, determined not to show his emotions. He stayed blank-faced.

"Despite your efforts, I am well aware of that beautiful conscience of yours. It is what makes you human. Unfortunately, it is also what makes you capable of being controlled. You are the perfect man for the job. I chose well, no? Master will be delighted with me " And with that he broke into a fit of incessant giggles.

"You're crazy." Hei told him, maintaining his stoic expression.

"And you are dying. Unless you want bleed out now, you will agree. You will steal the weapon from Section Three lest you want the blood of more than a 100 million people on your hands. And yes, I can do it." The man said in between giggles, making it sound very creepy. He then turned around to leave. "Oh and I'll send someone to look at your injuries. You don't look too good, hm?"

"Your name?" Hei's words stopped him.

"Yagami. Nice name, no?" Without waiting for Hei's reply, he opened the door and left Hei to his thoughts in the semi-darkness.

Misaki stirred with a light groan and dizzily sat up. She pressed two fingers against her forehead and was rewarded with a dull ache. Taking in her surroundings, she realized she was in her bathroom. And then it hit her, the memory of Hei being taken. Misaki shot up, ignoring her aching muscles and entered her bedroom through the adjoining door. Hastily, she grabbed her cell phone and typed a number in, one she hadn't called in quite a long time.

It rang and rang and rang and just as Misaki was about to quit her attempt, there was a soft click and then, "Misaki?"

Misaki sighed at hearing that familiar voice, "Kanami."

Kanami had not hesitated to come to her friend's aid when she had called her. She was surprised to say the least when Misaki had called her out of the blue, telling her about BK201 and some people called Sentinel. She had asked Misaki to wait for her in her apartment. And so here she was, in Misaki's apartment. The moment Kanami had crossed the threshold, Misaki had begun the conversation, talking at a maddening speed. Kanami only caught a couple of significant words like BK201 and Sentinel, though she hadn't a clue what Sentinel was.

"Misaki! Calm the hell down would you?" Kanami shrieked lightly at her friend, causing Misaki to stop her blabberings abruptly and draw in a long and much needed breath. "Now, begin. And slower."

Misaki started afresh, relaying all that had occurred in her bathroom, from BK201 being injured to Sentinel, the anti-contractor organization to BK201 being shot and taken away. Kanami wasn't too much amazed at the state Misaki was in. She knew that Misaki had deep but hidden feelings for the Black Reaper. Her friend was just too busy being obsessed with trying to arresting him to realize it.

"I see." Kanami stated finally.

"Is that all you have to say? 'I see'?" Misaki asked perplexed and mildly angry because she had wasted her time to the situation to her.

"Misaki. You have to understand. There isn't much we can do. We don't know where to begin the search. This 'Sentinel' you're talking about is a ghost. We don't have a trail to follow." Kanami patted Misaki on the shoulder sympathetically. Misaki stood there wide-eyed, taking in her friend's words with a lot of difficulty. She didn't want to accept that she had lost a chance to bring in BK201. This was the closest she had ever got to him. She sighed deeply and run her fingers through her hair fighting through her denial, trying to make herself understand the clear facts.

Popping out of her reverie, Misaki went over to the kitchen and began to make herself breakfast.

"Misaki?" Kanami watched her warily, not quite believing that Misaki had let the matter go.

"Hmm? You want some breakfast?" Misaki asked her.

Kanami shook her head in reluctant refusal. She was sorely tempted to stay and keep an eye on her friend, very sure she was going to attempt something insane. "Sorry. I have to go to work. I'll call you later, okay?" Kanami slowly retreated to the front door and left. Misaki spared a cursory glance in her direction before setting to work on breakfast.

Misaki was so drawn up in her cooking that she was unaware of the person standing on her window ledge. Said person lithely jumped onto another person's roof, his black trench coat swishing in the wind. He then took a phone out of his pocket and made a call.

"Hello?" greeted a sweet singsong voice.

"Yagami. It's me." A smooth but deep voice said. A voice muffled by a mask.

"Oh, BK201." The sweet tone turned malicious, "You know what to do. Failure is by all means not acceptable. Is that understood?"

"Yes." The other person replied shortly.

"One more thing. When you have finished with Kirihara, do not, I repeat, do not hesitate to take her life. Kill her. Is that also understood?"

BK201 paused, but grudgingly answered, "Yes."

A/N: How was it? Good or Bad? Review! I welcome all sorts of criticism. It helps me to write better.