A/N Well it's been a long time. Sorry about that, with school stuff, getting sick etc. So here's the story of Chung's past, I didn't know how I was going to put this into the story so I made it a sub chapter instead .
Chapter nine and a half
A quiet blonde boy was busy reading the newspaper in the backyard of the Glenstid home. Right leg resting over his left, he hummed a cheerful song to himself, flipping the page.
The window behind him clicked almost inaudibly, before it slid open slightly. Suddenly the window fully opened, just as a small delicate arm shot out with a knife, aiming for the boy's neck.
Chung Seiker leaned to the left, grabbing his assailant's arm and pulling her out the window, throwing her right in front of him, the knife in her hand falling to his feet.
Aisha screamed as her body came into contact with the grassy ground.
Groaning, she lay there, her left shoulder aching.
"Pathetic attempt," Chung muttered. "You opening the window was way to loud, and your breathing was raspy that I could hear it before you opened the window."
Standing up, the blonde boy put his newspaper down.
"If you can come close to killing me I will accept you entering this world," the boy reminded her. "That's if you can."
Grabbing the knife, he placed it in her hand, and put the knife against his throat, beckoning for Aisha to slice him.
Slightly annoyed, the purple haired girl tried to push the knife, but found herself shaking instead, unable to deal the blow.
"That's your main problem right there," Chung muttered. "You are not prepared to take a life. If you can show me that you are not hesitant in taking my life, than I'll admit that you can be useful."
Taking the knife from her trembling hands, he threw it onto the bench.
"And don't give me that crap about that it's because I'm your friend," he continued. "Because I'm not your friend. Nor do I need really any need for any. I threw away those feelings a long time ago."
Sighing, Aisha nodded, before giving a sheepish smile.
"At least teach me to defend myself," the girl said. "I won't need to kill that way."
Angrily, the blonde boy flicked Aisha on the forehead, before making his way into the house.
"The easiest way for you to learn to defend yourself is to learn how to kill. The best offense is always a good defence."
And with that Chung made his way to the lounge, awaiting Aisha's next assassination attempt.
Chung stopped for a brief moment in the kitchen, staring out the window as depressingly Aisha picked up the knife.
"How should I do this…Ara?" the blonde boy muttered.
The blonde boy sat on the roof of Aisha's house, taking in a deep breath of the night air. He closed his eyes. A single piece of string was tied around his thumb, and followed down the roof, tied around the handle of the window at an angle which couldn't be seen it in the room. This would warn him if Aisha decided to try again.
"There must be some better way to train Aisha," Chung muttered.
He lay there, staring into the night sky, and before he knew it, he slowly dozed off.
The window opened slightly, a small slender arm came out and sliced the piece of string. The shadowy figure, cautious to make a sound, slowly crawled out of the window, and pulled herself onto the roof. Knife brandished, she walked towards the sleeping boy.
Then she sheathed it. Over he shoulders, she threw the blanket onto Chung, waking him up. The blonde boy sat up, and stared at whoever had thrown the blanket onto him.
"Ara?" he asked, dumb folded.
The ebony haired beauty smiled a playful smile.
"You're going to catch a cold up here you big idiot," she stated, sitting down next to Chung.
The blonde boy observed his surroundings. It was night time, and the streets of Hamel were nearly silent.
"You had the perfect chance to kill me, idiot," the 12 year old assassin said, scooting slightly away from the younger girl.
"You're the idiot," she said. "Besides, I'm a martial artist. I beat my opponents, not kill them."
"Yet here you are, coming to an assassin for fighting tips?" Chung answered, amused at the older girls excuse.
Ara pouted, and stuck out her tongue at the blonde boy.
"I'm four years older than you, respect your elders."
"Not mentally you are."
"Hey!"
Chung ignored her, smirking slightly.
"Hey Chung it's going to rain soon."
"And?"
"Do you know why I like the rain?"
Not caring anymore, Chung stood up, pushing the blanket into Ara's arms.
"Don't know, don't care. I'm going back to my room, because you're being to noisy."
With that, the blonde boy leapt of the roof, catching the bar of the balcony below. Leaping into Ara's apartment room, he casually walked past the kitchen area, stealing a cookie jar on the table and exited her apartment. Sighing, Ara grabbed her blanket, leaping back into her room. She stopped as she got to the kitchen table.
"Aww, you took my cookies again!"
The next day, Ara was eating at a nearby café with her friends. But before Ara could fully enjoy herself, Chung himself walked past the window, either ignoring Ara, or just didn't see her.
"Chung?" Ara suddenly burst out, causing the rest to turn around to see the blonde boy, staring into the distant.
"You know the kid?" one of her friends asked, just as Chung walked away from view.
"Yeah, he's my…little brother," Ara lied nervously, so they wouldn't ask any complicated questions. "Dad gave birth to him sometime ago and not many people know about him because, uh…because he likes pizza…Gotta make sure he's fine."
The martial artist zoomed off, leaving a small cloud of dust, leaving her friends confused.
"Did she say her dad gave birth?"
Ara ran roughly in the blonde boys direction. She scanned left and right as she ran, trying to catch a glimpse of the boy. The girl skidded to a halt at one of the alleyways, and watched as Chung backed the larger man into a corner. In his hand was a bloodied knife.
"Chung stop!" Ara shouted, causing the boy to turn his head.
While he was distracted the bigger man lashed out, striking his assassin in the head. Rushing to his aide, Ara leapt into the air at the last moment, sending her target flying into the back wall with a solid crack sounding. The ebony haired girl glared at the larger man, but he remained still. Confident that the man won't stand up anytime soon, Ara turned back to face the injured boy, a small trickle of blood coursing down his head.
"Why did you stop m-?" Chung was about to say, before he was slapped by the older girl.
"You could have killed him," she said angrily.
"He's a killer himself, he deserves to die," Chung answered coldly, looking up into Ara's eyes.
"Than what about you? You're a killer to remember?"
"The strong survive in this world, the weak die…I simply was strong."
Ara clenched her fists into a tight ball.
"Do you really believe that?"
There was a brief silence, before Chung nodded.
"Don't you have any compassion?"
"I threw my compassion out when my family was slaughtered, when I was sent to hell…even so, why do you care? You could have stopped me when you learnt I was an assassin," the blonde boy said. "You had the strength to stop me and you didn't, you too are a killer are you not?"
Ara stared dumb folded at the younger boy who was lecturing her. She relaxed her fists, and sighed heavily.
"Yes…yes I am," she muttered darkly, walking around the boy. "Go finish up your business. I'm going home."
A week passed and the two didn't talk with each other. Then it happened. The bell sounded for the end of school. Ara with her group of friends walked towards their school gate, where a strange white haired figure was waiting, leaning against the gates with a black mask of and a pair of glowing blue dice.
"Ara Haan?" the figure asked.
The ebony haired boy stopped, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes?"
"I need to talk to you in private. It concerns Chung Seiker."
Chung had a bad feeling. He didn't know what it was but he knew he had to see Ara. Getting up from his bed, he exited his apartment and made his way to Ara's, knocking on the door.
"Ara?"
There was no answer. He knocked again, harder this time.
"Ara stop ignoring me and open the door," he said, irritated.
Chung pounded against the door, and a single sheet of paper flew from the top of the doorway. The boy snatched it and begun to read it.
'I'll take care of this hindrance for you Chung. If you want her to live, meet me at the outskirts of Hamel bridge, you are important to me after all.
Sincerely,
A concerned friend'
The waterway of Hamel bridge tended to be empty at night. Especially one that was going to rain. A light shower poured down on the young blonde assassin, who stood in the muddy grass, dressed in a drenched white coat and black pants. In his right hand he held his trusty knife.
As he stood there getting drenched a single figure appeared from the shadows. White hair, an eerie mask, dressed in a long black trench coat. He was roughly Chung's size, so possibly near his age.
"Who are you, and what have you down with Ara?" Chung asked.
Without answering, the figure reached into his pocket and threw a silver pistol in front of Chung. As he did, a group of men walked out, holding Ara in her place who was bloodied and barely conscious.
"You mean, what I am about to do," the white haired boy replied. "That's a gun if you didn't know. I'll give you a chance to save her. Shoot me."
Without hesitation, Chung reached down and lifted the gun with ease. He pulled the trigger halfway and stopped. Would Ara want this? The blonde boy shook his head. He didn't care, he had to shoot.
"Do you think she would want for you to shoot me?" the white haired boy asked gleefully. "Don't care about her, kill me…or do you need some motivation?"
The white haired boy reached into his coat and produced another silver gun, pointing it towards Chung. Than almost immediately pointed it towards Ara.
"Let me see your desire to kill."
Chung's hand started to shake. He must shoot. He had to shoot. It didn't matter if Ara cared or not! A single shot was fired. Nobody moved. And slowly, Ara sagged slightly, a noticeable patch of red appearing through her clothing.
"A-Ara?" Chung asked almost inaudibly, lowering his gun.
Smiling through his mask, the white haired boy threw the silver gun onto the ground, before turning and walking away.
"You disappoint me Seiker," he said. "I'll let you off this time, so come find me in a couple years time. I'll be waiting."
Clicking his fingers, the men let Ara's body sink to the muddy ground. Coming to his senses as he watched the figures walk away, Chung threw the gun away and rushed to Ara's side, inspecting the wound. He had to get help. He was about to leave, but Ara grabbed his arm.
"It's…too late," she said weakly, coughing.
"You're going to be fine," Chung stated. "I'll call someo-"
"C-Chung…do you know…why I didn't stop you killing others?" Ara asked, smiling gently.
"Look Ara, save it when you recove-"
"B-Because I too…had m-my family killed," Ara continued. "I too know what you have b-been through…and killing will only bring m-more sadness. I-I'm you're friend Chung...f-friends help each other out..."
"So that's why…"
Smiling, Ara gently lifted her hand towards Chung's face, stroking it.
"S-So you do show compassion after all…crybaby," she said, wiping the tears streaming down the blonde boy's cheeks.
"I'm not crying…it's just the rain," Chung answered, trying to fight back the tears. "It's just the rain."
"T-That's what I like about the rain," Ara said, letting her arm fall beside her. "It tends to show the good in…a person…"
Chung smiled.
"Yes it does," he muttered, but she didn't respond. "Ara?"
Once again there was no response. Not holding it back anymore, he sobbed into his first and only friends body. Chung had seen many deaths before, why did he care about this one. Why is he crying over this one…
Chung wiped his tears away and stood up over Ara's body and made a silent prayer. There was the sound of a police siren in the air, slowly coming closer. No time to bury Ara…apologising inaudibly, he picked up the two silver pistols on the ground.
"I no this isn't what you want me to do...But I'll deliver the same fate to your killer Ara...count of it."
Chung awoke to a blanket being thrown onto him.
"You're going to catch a cold up here you idiot," Aisha said, standing over the blonde haired boy.
"You had the perfect chance to kill me, idiot," Chung answered smugly.
Aisha sighed.
"You're the idiot," the purple haired girl answered. "I told you, I won't kill you. Just teach me to defend myself."
The blonde boy sat up, smirking.
"Who was the one going on about 'teach me how to take a life'?" he mocked.
"I meant the skill needed to take a life," she answered back. "If you would actually train me I might ge-"
"Sure."
There was a brief silence between the two.
"What?"
"Sure, I'll start teaching you. I know a bit of martial arts from a friend before. Was the head of her club," Chung said standing up.
"Wait…you have friends? Where? When?"
Chung stared at the sky.
"With her family…hey look, it's going to rain soon, we better get inside," Chung said, picking up the blanket.
He made his way to the edge of the roof.
"I like the rain," Aisha said, making Chung halt in his tracks. "Always brings out the good in a person."
Chung smiled and all knowing smile.
"Sure does..."
Sorry if it was rushed and all, or if it was a bit corny. Anyway, I realised I miscalculated the amount of chapters left by a lot, because I don't want to spread out to much in one chapter soooo...I'm guessing this time roughly five more chapters...maybe...anyway like usual, review, tell me what you think and I'll hopefully be able to update as soon as possible.