Here we are again! Chapter Four! And since it's so short you'll be getting another Chapter in a few days!~ Ok, serious business. With Kubo being a troll i have to switch up somethings but no worrys! Everything is still right on track excpect one week updates—besides this week when ya get two!—for awhile k? K! Here ya go!
Chapter Four-Shadow Talk
The Traitorous Blade
Holds Only Death
And Despair
Without An Ounce Of Regret
"Did you see all you needed to?" A thin male leaned against a bar counter, a crimson drink in his hand. An equally red book poked out of his back pocket.
"Hmmmm? Yep, he's the one." Another shadowy figure partially illuminated by the low, dusky light of a lamp sat to his right and took a sip of his amber-colored drink. A cross-shaped pendent gleamed in the light when he leaned forward from his leather arm-chair to place it on the glass table in front of him.
"Bah! I don't see the need for all of this! Why can't we just go on a vacation or something?!" A shrill female voice rose up out of the darkened room's depths, her silhouette swinging its legs leisurely against the back of the black leather sofa it sat on.
"With whose money?" Another voice piped up, deadpanning without a hint of emotion with a young male tenor; while its owner clicked away at the device held in his hand.
"Ugh?! Don't talk to me!" The woman with pig-tails on the top of the sofa growled out at the hat-wearing boy to her left that was actually sitting correctly on the piece of furniture.
"Settle down, jeeze. Why do you two always fight?" The second female in the group with a jockey hat on sat cross-legged on a bar-stool a way aways from the man with the bloody drink, watching them play their roundabout game of hate and love—more so hate than anything else.
"They are young. The young always squabble amongst themselves. It is a fact of time." A tall man with a slim but heavy frame cleaned a glass with a cloth from behind the bar counter. The bare light showed he had an eye patch over one eye.
"Oho? Really? Well, it's a good thing we have all the time in the world. Right?" The same lanky male that was leaning on the other side of the counter turned around, swirling his glass with an impishly-friendly smile.
"..."
"Hmm? Hello? Is anyone in there? Calling planet-"
"Can your ability shut out a Captain-level or higher Reiatsu?" The man that sat in the arm-chair interrupted the teasing suddenly.
"Of course. It is invincible." The same male with the hand-held in his hands parroted this without pause in his maniacal smashing of buttons.
"Good. We'll be needing it tomorrow."
"So soon?!" The woman that diagonally next to the gamer jumped off the sofa's edge waving her arms around.
"Yeah, that town is crawling with spiritually aware people, best to get in and out as soon as possible." The drinker replied locking his brown eyes with her own, hard and glinting with malice.
"But?!-"
"There are Shinigami here do I need to remind you? Get caught by them and its-"
"Game over." Her rival spoke up for all of them.
"..." She slumped back into the sofa's back, pouting.
"So a drive-by it is." The woman leaned against the counter, a smirk dashing across her thin features.
"It's settled. Tomorrow night we'll all become even more powerful." The guy standing by the bar top murmured, a frightful grin settling on lips.
"And what about him?" The small female frowning with arms crossed, sulking grimly.
"What about him?" The man raised an eyebrow in question almost daring her to continue.
"Is he going to join?"
"No." His lips quirked, half-mocking, half-scolding towards the younger.
"Then what are we going to-" Her eyes widened in alarm.
"Do?" His grin turned sardonic and he as well as the older male sitting in the arm-chair answered the pig-tailed girl with unrestrained glee.
"We'll just have to get rid of the body."
So~ I know YOU know who these guys are and if not? Forshame!
Tarry a while. Thou art so fair. ~ Wild-Tama
