It was midday. The scolding hot sun burned everyone, and thus most people were hiding. Either indoors, or in the shade, so to see two people run was odd.

Even odder was the fact that the one was running away was obviously not a native. He was a skinny kid, jumping over obstacles, as a large man followed him.

Those who saw it, didn't intervene. The kid obviously had done something to piss the man off, most likely stolen something, and besides that, the one chasing the kid wasn't just someone.

He was obviously a man from a gang. The tattoo'd arm, neck and the jewelry. Wearing the bottom part of the suit in that area was a clear giveaway as well.

Issei remained with a apathetic face, turning into an alleyway, disappearing from the sight. His pursuer followed, as Issei stopped in front of a fence. He turned around, facing the pursuer.

He smirked, taking out a knife from his pocket. He spoke something, that Issei had no way of understanding. He remained poker-faced.

Behind the man, as he was walking closer, someone was approaching, silently.

He didn't notice it, and before he could move closer, the person towered over him, annoyance in her bright blue eyes.

She grabbed his head and twisted it violently. With a crack, the man went limp.

''C'mon, give me a hand.'' - She spoke, as she grabbed the man by his legs, whilst Issei grabbed him the by the arms. They moved him over to the dumpsters, and threw him in.

Closing the lid of the giant trashcan, Chevis looked at Issei, who was still sporting his usual, stone-etched face. Emotionless, uncaring for what had transpired.

''You took too long.'' – She stated, as Issei shrugged.

Their mission was simple. To kill a 3 people that Thirteen had marked and that's it. Nothing else.

It was funny, really. He was in a supposed ''bodyguard'' group, but up until now, he had only killed. What kind of guards were they?

Bad ones, he had to assume.

This was their 3rd target. The first one was killed by Chevis, the second by Issei. The one he had to kill was a woman in her mid-forties. He bumped into her in a busy crossing, merging with crowd, and left a knife right into her heart. By the time the woman fell over, he and the knife was long gone.

Chevis' glanced at her phone, as it began to ring. She opened it, listening to the speaker. Issei observed, as his eyes widened.

The air around Chevis changed. Her eyes became narrow, as she smirked, showing her teeth.

She spoke something in a language Issei's didn't understand. Was it Italian? Spanish, maybe?

She put the phone into her pocket, smiling rabidly. –''Misha...we are going hunting.''

Issei nodded, indifferent.

If the woman who showed him such kindness wanted to kill more people, he didn't mind. He would help, if she asked.


Night came, the city didn't die down. It seemed quite the opposite, really. Chevis and Issei walked next to each other. Did they look like a mother and a son?

Probably not.

Issei was on the edge. The glances, the gazes...the people around him. What was up with them? Was that part of the town a place of crime?

Unnerving, slight killing intent remained in the air. Issei glanced at Chevis, who was simply smiling, as she walked. She glanced downwards at him and winked.

Issei looked back at the road, indifferent, holding onto the gun that was in the front pocket of his grey hoodie.

As they threaded trough a few alleyways, they arrived at a really sleazy looking apartment. A slightly chubby man stood in front of the doors, acting as a guard. He was smoking a cigarette, and raised his glance upwards to Chevis, when the two of them stopped in front of him.

He asked something in Spanish, as Chevis simply looked at Issei.

''Who, you ask? The harbingers of death.'' – She spoke and made a gesture of a gun with her arm.

While the man was watching Chevis, Issei pulled out the pistol from his pocket and aimed below the mans chin.

''You are looking at the wrong person.'' – Chevis smirked.

BOOM.

The chamber ejected the empty shell, as the man's brain splattered the doors behind them. Chevis kicked the dead man away from the door, and then Issei shot out the door's lock.

Issei raised his eyes upwards, as Chevis nodded. –''Don't worry. We want them to know we are coming. This will be a slaughter.''

And thus, Issei rushed into the appartment, creating a knife in his hand. He held it under his right arm, in which the pistol was held.

Chevis pulled a pistol from her boot, as she ran past him, kicking in a door to his left, so he did the opposite, kicking in a door to his right.

A bunch of sleazebags and alcohol smell hit his senses. They were afraid, and rightfully so, as Issei fired without hesitation.

Acting on pure instinct from the battlefield, he opened the doors to next door and jumped to the side at the same time. The empty space was riddled with bullets, and Issei jumped in, headshotting the shooter that held an automatic, Chinese knock-off from the Russian Ak-47.

A woman screamed in horror, as she was received a bullet to her temple.

He cleared the next room in a similar manner, and then he looked at the ground, pondering the purpose of this killing.

What was Chevis after?

That answer came quickly, as someone jumped at him from behind. If not for years on the battlefield, if not for the years of abuse from his step-father, he wouldn't have felt the killing intent, as he lunged to the side.

The attacker punched a wall instead, punching a hole in it.

Was that really human? Issei's thoughts turned to mush as he focused to fight. He fired a few bullets towards it, as he simply continued to move, even with the bullet holes.

He punched at Issei, who dodged a few times and stabbed the man with his knife in the throat.

However, his eyes widened, and he became scared - the attacker still moved, punching down at Issei, who raised his left arm to block.

CRUNCH.

He was thrown backwards, together with his now broken arm. It went limp at the elbow, as he rolled along the ground, getting up.

His eyes went narrow from the pain, and anger, as he spawned blades in his right arm, flinging them at the attacker. They punctured his skin, remaining in his body, and he chuckled.

''Oh tell me, little boy, why are attacking my drughouse?'' – He laughed, as he came closer and closer.

Issei's heart meanwhile began to beat faster and faster.

So that was end.

He accepted it, as he was kicked in the chest, throwing him against the opposite wall, loosing balance.

''Crux sacra sit mihi lux!'' – Issei heard Chevis' voice from behind the person, no, rather demon, attacking him. It was a language unknown to him. The attackers eyes widened, as he spun around.

''An exorcist?!'' – He shouted.

Issei looked at Chevis, his mind going numb, as he observed the sword in her hand. His eyes widened and went bloodshot.

The sword in her hand was not a sword previously. It was the golden cross hanging around her neck. It had transformed into a sword. A sword that had a interesting property...as his mind cracked and creaked, him trying to figure out what it was.

The demon jumped at Chevis with inhuman speed, but she was faster. The attackers head went cleanly off, as she spun around on her heels.

Issei remained dazed, as he observed her elegant movement. His eyes, without his control, again went to her sword, but he was in pain.

''That Misha, was a devil. A true devil.'' – She smirked. –''And I...am a stray exorcist.''

Issei couldn't help but to think that she looked trully holy, with that stance. The golden sword in her hand shone off a briliant daze, enveloping her body in it. Her blue piercing eyes turned serious, as she noticed Issei...not his hand, but his bleeding eyes.

The sword turned into a cross, as she ran up to him.

He passed out, the golden sword spinning in his mind. What was that element to it, that he couldn't comprehend? Why couldn't he understand it? Why did his bring crack and crumble when he tried to ''understand'' the sword?

He dreamed of forging swords on top of a empty field.


Three and a half years later.


Russia was never famous for its good weather, and the current certainly didn't do that any favors. The darkness of the night, mixed with knee deep snow, as the ice petals whirled in the freezing cold wind.

Complete dead of the night, only the desolated coldness remained. Or it was like that, for while. That solitude was intruded on by an 8 man squad that was rushing downwards a mountain, jumping around trees, and trough the frozen brushes.

Through the pitch-darkness, only the green glow of their night-vision googles remained, leaving lines of green in their wake, like phantoms. All of them dressed in white combat clothes, their guns wrapped in white tape, even their night-vision googles were colored white.

Through the snowstorm, storm incarnated as humans came.

Silencers actually didn't silence guns. They simply made the sound become bearable to naked human ear, but one could take advantage of the surroundings, including weather.

Howling wind, coupled with wet snow and the sound it made as it rushed past naked trees was the perfect cover. One would have to be listening on purpose, to hear that.

Suddenly, they all heard a womanly voice from their ear pieces.

''Sniper, remain back.''

''Roger.''

The response came back, as one of the group, the one furthest back, remained there, dropping into the snow, near a bush.

''We're closing in, don't fire without my permission.'' – The woman spoke, as they were still running trough the blinding darkness, mixing with white. Of course, their destination was right in front of them.

''Four...3 o'clock.'' - A quiet, awkward voice was heard.

Four of the squad at the front raised their guns. The woman, two tall men and a single one who looked short in comparison.

''Fire.'' – The woman spoke, as they shot the four soldiers to their front with perfect accuracy. Three-round bursts each.

Their bodies barely had enough time to hit the snow, as the attacking squad was already jumping and stepping over them, as they moved, unhindered. They were fast and agile, as if the wet snow pooling on their white battle-suits didn't make them heavier.

''Seven to 9, Five to 6!''- A young voice was heard, as they all readied their weapons, the mountain slope coming to an end.

''Zero, Four, take 6 o'clock, others take 9!'' – The womanly voice was heard again, as they split. Four, Eighteen herself, and Zero, the smallest one, diverged to the their 6, while the others rushed to their 9.

''Front.'' – The woman spoke.

''Back.'' – The gruff voice of Four could be heard.

Zero raised his rifle at the middle soldiers, without saying a word

As they came closer, the men, also wearing night-vision, albeit worse ones, noticed them, even through the blizzard.

Without saying a word, the squad of 3 people unleashed hell from their guns, leaving the enemies grated, bleeding from every new orifice they had now had. They ran over their bodies without any hesitation, throwing snow over them. It was the final stretch of the first part of their plan.

In the blizzard, and the green glow of their vision, it was hard to notice the chain-link fence in front, as Zero almost ran into it.

''Fence!'' - He spoke up, hitting into it with his shoulder, throwing off the snow that was clinging to it.

''Jump over, kid!'' – Four shouted, closing in on it, throwing his rifle over, and running up the fence that looked about 16 feet tall. At the top, he jumped over without breaking a sweat, even with the combat gear.

''Misha, go!''

Eighteen, or rather, Chevis, did the same, only flipping over the top, landing in the snow, grabbing her rifle and firing at the nearby guards.

He grunted, chucked his Masuda riffle over the top, as he ran at the fence, jumping and getting a few steps higher, before he had to grab into it and climb up it. The barbed wire at the top punctured his gloves, but he didn't say a word, as he landed in the snow, rolled, and found his assault riffle.

Praying that it would fire, he raised his gun towards the few guards that were left. Acting on pure instinct, he jumped forwards, as a clutter of bullets shot at the place where he was previously, as Chevis killed the enemy that was firing, while he killed a few of the other ones, to his front.

''How is it looking, Aya?'' – Chevis spoke, holding her earpiece.

[Ah, they have yet to alert the base. Go in quickly.]

To their front, taking the blizzard head on was a 5 story building. It was a military base for a small-time militia.

[I'm at the circuits, ma'am.]

One of their other soldiers spoke, through the earpiece.

''Roger.''

They continued towards it, running over a small park, a snow-filled parking spot and they ended up against the end-part of the building – exactly where they wanted to be. After a small while of running, they found exactly what they wanted to find – garage doors. The base had a lot of vehicles, and thus, they were gigantic...and electronic.

''Aya, please.'' – Chevis spoke.

The doors opened, and the light from inside would have blinded the three mercenaries, if not for the fact that pulled their night-visions upwards.

A pair of mechanics froze up on the spot, noticing them. One was about to shout, but a knife lodged into his throat. Another 5 stabbed him in the chest, and the other received one knife in each of his eyes.

Falling over with a thud, ''Zero'' remained standing with his hand in a motion for throwing.

''Good. We couldn't shoot indoors. Not yet, at least.'' – Chevis spoke, opening her white jacket, and taking off the white pants, smeared with a bit of blood.

Issei and Four did the same, throwing off the excess weight. Under the uniform, they were wearing slim, black clothes.

The door behind them closed, as Chevis spoke in her earpiece.

''Operation is a go. Rendezvous at the front, cut the electricity.''

The three people standing amidst military trucks were suddenly pulled into complete darkness. For a small while, as they pushed their night-visions on top of their faces. Looking at each other, they nodded and ran into different directions.

Issei opened a few doors, as he jogged down a hallway, his assault rifle hanging at his side by a strap. He held a long knife in his right arm.

The darkness scares people. Or rather, they are afraid of what lurks within it. And they would be right to be afraid.

Two soldiers, speaking in Russian, were fumbling about. Most likely talking about the shitty weather, and how it always brought down electricity.

Their words cut off mid-sentence, as their blood splattered the walls, Issei jogging past them without batting an eye, only searching for his true target – a young woman, captured, and kept in this military base.

It was really run-down, the military base. The soldiers were weak. Did they really need everyone for this?

''Is...a catch?'' – Issei spoke, quietly, with his broken speech.

[Possibly. Be on guard.]

He heard from his earpiece. Without responding, he continued down the hallways, slaughtering enemies without mercy, as he searched for the correct room.

[I found her!] – A young voice could be heard from the earpiece.

[Good, everyone meet up at the front.] – Chevis' voice could be heard.

Issei turned backwards, turning the corner, before he saw the the sole of a boot coming his way, he leaned his head back, dodging the kick, but his night-vision were kicked off.

Suddenly, only darkness after the green tinted vision. He panicked, his heart beating in his chest, in the ambient silence.

His arm was kicked, his grip disappeared, and his knife went flying.

''Che...'' –He spoke in the earpiece, before than was knocked out of his ear by a punch to his head.

He jumped back, but he was hit in the face again. Then again, and again, and again. His nose broke, a few of his ribs probably cracked, and as he got back, he simply created knives from mid-air, throwing them in the attackers direction.

''Hooo?'' – The attacker hummed. It was...a woman's voice.

He grasped at his side, his stomach was impaled by a knife, that was not his.

Although he did understand the knife. It was a karambit knife. A good knife, seemingly dirty with blood. Although he could not see it, it was slightly larger than most karambit knives. It was odd. Did the woman wielding it liked to use it like a normal knife?

He suddenly jumped to the side, banging his body against the hallway's wall. The woman was holding another one, as it just passed his neck.

The lights came back in, as Issei looked upwards.

It was a woman, dressed in navy blue clothes. She took off her night-vision, cursing a bit. Her unrully red hair was tied in a knot on the back of her head, her blood red eyes piercing Issei's gaze.

Issei collapsed on the floor, holding on his bleeding stomach.

''Wait...'' - The red-haired woman spoke up. –''Are you one of Chevis' kids?''

Issei froze up.

''What? Are you deaf? I asked you a question.'' – She squatted in front of him, pulling on his hair.

He couldn't muster enough strength and braveness to speak, so he simply nodded.

''Ah, shit.'' – She sighed, raising her hands in the air, as Chevis came from one side of the hallway, while Four came from the other side.

''Calm down, I didn't know it was another one of your kids, Chevis.'' – The red haired woman spoke, while Chevis simply moved closer, lowering her rifle.

Four sighed, catching her rifle, as Chevis jumped into a fighting stance, throwing a kick at the other woman. With inhuman reflexes, she dodged and counter-attacked, but that was also dodged, as Chevis jumped into the air, spinning around.

Their fists and legs clashed a bit more, as they fought. If the opponent would be less skilled, it would probably end in death or severe injury, as they took out knives, clashing them.

A minute or two passed, as the red-haired woman disarmed Chevis and pushed her up against a wall, looking upwards into her azure, piercing eyes.

She smirked, but Chevis pushed her leg between her's, and used her bigger frame to exchange places. Now, as the red-haired woman was pressed against the wall, Chevis' eyes narrowed, looking down into her blood-red eyes.

''You know, I always loathe meeting you on the battlefield, you dog.''

''It's hound, you lanky bitch.''

...It was a cat-fight.

Four took out a cigarette, lighted it, and simply observed. –''You know, the kid is probably dying.''

Chevis stepped back, looking at Issei, who was crumpled up on the floor, his back against the wall, clutching his stomach.

She jogged over to him, leaning down, grabbing his face. Her eyes met his, and he tried to look away.

''Nah, he's fine, just bleeding.'' – She sighed, cutting off a sleeve from Issei's black henley shirt.

Once cut off, his arm came into view. It was muscular. If a few years ago Issei would have been called a skinny twig, that had changed. A good diet, and his regular exercise, coupled with fighting on the front lines did wonders for his body.

The red-haired woman, or rather ''dog'' observed his arm, noticing the old scars on his bicep, the cigarette burns on his forearm...and the pararel scars spanning across the bottom-side of his wrist. Obviously self-inflicted cutting scars.

The red-haired woman squatted down, looking Issei in the eyes, snapping her fingers. –''Hey kid, what's 15 times 5?''

Issei didn't respond.

''He can't talk.'' – Chevis responded, pulling Issei's shirt over his body, uncovering his now bare chest.

His skin was a bit on the dark side. Tanned, probably. Some assumed he was from Okinawa.

More scars, muscular chest, ripped abbs. An inch long incision just on the left side, between his ribs. Chevis opened the wound a bit with her fingers.

''Not deep. You'll be fine, here.'' – She said, wrapping the now cut in two sleeve around his waist.

Chevis helped him with his shirt, as he got up. Standing on his two feet, he noticed how he was a bit shorter than the red-haired woman.

''Hey, are you getting dull, Margit?'' – Chevis asked her.

''I didn't want to kill him. Just to interrogate.''

''Sure you did, dog-woman.'' – She threw back.

They walked down the hallway, towards the front exit. Issei, of course, stumbled about as he walked.

They arrived to the front, as two kinds of differently dressed mercenaries were at each other's throats. One were dressed in slim, black clothes, holding their Magpul Masada assault rifles with the white-out tapes, while the other's were dressed in dark blue, carrying some-kind of M4 variant. Their night-visions raised the same way as the black dressed ones.

In the middle of the raised guns, a small girl was holding the woman their team was supposed to save. Her slender arms wrapped around her neck, as she held her from behind. A cute voice followed. –''Chevis and Four. I should've known.''

She sighed, as Four began to smoke another, new cigarette.

''Is Thirteen with you?'' – She asked, her cute, almond like eyes narrowing, as she began to play with her straw-like hair.

It was odd, for the half-lucid Issei. The girl in front of him looked like a kid, and was wearing a stylish brown parka jacket, with high-heeled boots and black, striped leggings.

''Of course not. She never comes on the battlefield.'' – Four responded. –''So, what do you want, Maria?''

''I need this girl. I really, really need her.'' – She said, cutely smiling.

Four sighed. The girl that Maria was holding squirmed, as she cried.

Issei wondered what the girl had done to deserve being on this base, in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, Russia.

''Listen. We are getting paid in spades, in spades. It's a lot of money...and if you don't give us the girl, we are going to have a battle to death right here.''

Maria chuckled cutely, as she listened to Chevis speak. –''Kakaka.~ Don't be like that. Let's see. I'll thrown 5% on top of what you getting paid.''

''10.'' – Four spoke.

''6.''

''9.''

''7.''

''7 it is.'' – Four responded, after a short while of gambling. Chevis sighed.

''Sorry girl. Money is all.'' – She spoke, looking downwards at the crying girl.

Issei remained indifferent...until his eyes met Maria's.

He stumbled, his expression turning into anger. He grabbed into his gun, raising it towards Maria. Suddenly, about 5 guns were pointed at him, while other's pointed at each-other, ending in a crisscross of raised guns, nobody moving a muscle.

Maria smirked, her mouth pulling into a curvy smile.

''NOBODY MOVE!'' - A gruff voice could be heard from one of the soldiers.

What had happened? Simple. Her green eyes had met Issei's dull brown, and he had become afraid. So, so, so afraid that he raised his gun in reflex. His hazy mind was a mess of thoughts.

How could a girl like this reek of such killing intent? Like rotting meat? Like death itself? And where had he seen those eyes?

Right. His step-father. The same expression. The moment the girl called Maria got her hands on the girl, she smiled. She smiled, and her eyes showed only expression – the desire to hurt someone weak. The same way his step-father enjoyed beating him and his step-mother.

She enjoyed it with all her heart.

His heart was trying to punch out of his chest, his arms shaking, his breathing became erratic.

Maria walked closer, as Issei almost stumbled walking backwards. Even though he was holding a gun in his hands, he was afraid.

Suddenly, Chevis walked in front of his gun, with her back turned. –''Lower your guns. You scared my student, Maria.''

''He's quite the scaredycat then, don't you think?~'' - She smirked.

''No. Even I feel uneasy in front of you.''

''Is that so?'' – She smirked. –''Well...okay. Lower your guns, men.''

Everyone calmed down, lowering their assault rifles.

''Hey, you kid with the cute brown eyes.'' - She spoke up, much to Issei's dismay. -''If you ever need work apart from these beginners, get in contact with me or Margit over here.''

She said, pointing at her side. The woman with blood red hair and eyes smiled a bit. Or atleast Issei thought that she did.-''I would certainly enjoy playing with you.~''

Her voice was cute, but creepy. So much so, that Issei got goosebumps on his skin.

Her soldiers stood around her, with Margit touching her, and they disappeared from that spot.

''You know, magic and mercenary work pisses me the fuck off. They can teleport in and out like that, while we have to kill our way in.'' - Henry, one of the darkly dressed men, spoke up. He was a bit new in the team, only having been there for about a year and a half.

He was muscular, tall and with a scarred face. He sighed, scratching his head.

''Misha, you alright? I didn't expect for that damn wench to scare you so much.'' – She spoke, as she led him into a different room, apart from the other mercenaries from his group.

''I...'' – Issei began to speak, but stuttered...so, he raised his hand and used sign-language. –''She smelled like death.''

''Correct. Don't ever, ever even think of working with her. She is probably the most dangerous person I know.''

Issei nodded.

''Try to get some sleep before the daylight comes. A chopper will arrive once the blizzard sets.'' – She said, dropping her black jacket onto his shoulders and exited the room.

Issei sat down in the corner of the room, pulled his knees to his chest and hugged himself. Memories overflooded him, and he almost began to hyperventilate, so he began thinking of knives. It always worked.

He thought of the weapons he had seen his life. The bladed weapons he had made himself. He thought of his own two, now shortswords. They spun around in his head. He spawned one of them into his hand. It was warm.

His fingers wrapped around the handle, as his breathing normalized and he fell into a restless slumber.

Old memories, once again. Abuse of army officers, abuse from his father, bullying in barracks. Then came scenes of the people he slaughtered. Innocents, guilty, kids. Whoever was in the way.

He was indifferent to it, honestly.

Then he dreamed of old land. Rusty tools. Rusty blades. Coals and lava. An unending field of weapons.

Then darkness.

And then, he was shaken up. He blinked a few times, the blur disappearing. Chevis' gentle grasp on his shoulder lessened, as she grasped his hand, helping him up.

The dull throb in his side hurt a lot more, as he moved, but he didn't ask Chevis for help. He walked onward to the doors, with her jacket over his shoulders as a cape. He would have put it on, but it was too large for him. After all, even if he had grown in the ballpark of 20 centimeters in the past years, he was still about 15 centimeters shorter than Chevis.

Issei could hear a helicopter outside, as they opened the doors.

It was beautiful. The snowstorm, blizzard had passed, only the whiteness of the world had remained. Wind still rushed, but it was a lot slower than before. Issei's breath made small clouds of hot air.

Their clothes ruffled in the wind the helicopter made, as Issei grabbed Chevis' jacket by the collar, holding it in place.

The six other mercenaries, soldiers, bodyguards, or whatever else they could be called awaited for them. A few of them were smoking, as they smiled, noticing Issei. All of them holding their assault rifles. The only one who was indifferent was Four, who simply didn't heed any attention to Issei.

''Issei-boyo, you alright?'' – A japanese man, a bit taller than him asked, as he walked closer. He was worried.

''...Mhm.'' – He nodded, his lips twisting into a small, small, very slight smile. Chevis wrapped her hand around his shoulder, as she helped him get into the helicopter.

She was warm.

The other guys quickly jumped in, letting Issei sit at the window seat. It was small, but it was enough to see the white show, coupled with the slight outlines of dead bodies.

As the helicopter raised into the air, and the now empty, dead silent military base became smaller and smaller, Issei lost himself in thoughts.

This...this was his family now. They were a mismatch of nutcases, old war demons, young delinquents, however, all of them were extremely competent soldiers.

Undoubtedly, surely, absolutely, definitely...

He wasn't alone anymore. And he wasn't alone for quite a time now.

I travel with mercenaries.


Author's notes

Been a bit. It's 3.22 AM for me. Bursts of inspiration come and go, I try to catch them. Somehow this feels bad. I don't know, you be the judge of it

People from Broken Wings make cameo's. The story becomes faster. You probably didn't expect a timeskip. This makes Issei almost 18 years old. His Canon counterpart would be about 12/13 right now. Yes, that is a reference to Jormungand at the end.

Yes, I know that night-vision googles don't leave trails of green. I still write it like they do.

Anyways, yes. Stuff happens.

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