To Love
Normal P.O.V.
Zakuro pulls away from the wood platform above her. An exaggerated sigh escapes her and she clenches her fist. Then she drags herself over to the small circular opening and pushes it up and tilts it slightly. Like you would do if you coming out of a sewer and wanted to make sure that you weren't going to be smushed by a car. (smushed… ah that was funny…) To her utter fury, the room above her is packed with guards. Obviously the canteen with guards clocking off for lunch and what not. She groans when someone steps on it and it almost crushes her fingers. She slowly lowers it back into position and curls up into a ball on her side. She closes her eyes. Granted that someone might have noticed her and called for back-up and she's sleeping right under the hatch, she'll be caught. However what was the point in resistance when you were trying to get in in the first place? It's better for them to do the hard work for her, and if she's not caught then she'll wake up refreshed and ready to formulate a plan. It's win-win.
Upon opening her eyes, the utter silence surrounding her is painfully loud. Despite the layer of wood and then steel which made up the sound proof wall between her and the canteen, it's far too quiet. Where's the noise from the machines below her? She slowly sits up and pushes the plank of metal and wood up and finds the place utterly empty. The entire place, there's something unnatural about it. Something grabs it and yanks it away and out of her grasp. She doesn't have the time to scurry away as arms snake around her waist and pull her up. The plank falls back into place and she flinches. Then he lets go of her. She spins around to see nothing at all… Then, at the very corner of her vision, the swishing of a black trench coat. She stares after the person, immediately remembering him from before. Only the approaching clunk, clunk, clunk of boots bring her back to reality.
She races for a wide pipe sticking out of a wall and leaps up onto it. She draws on her previous experiences and scales the pipe quite gracefully. She stops when she's quite close to the top. Her eyes glowering at the ground below her. If only she could have chased after him… Then she'd have all the answers she needed, presuming she found him of course. Then again, he wasn't likely going to want to be found. Like last time. She ducks behind the thick width of the pipe and grips onto the metal tightly.
"Commander?" a confused voice asks.
"Stand at ease officer!" the reply is barked… Zakuro can't help but note how familiar the voice sounds. "The plan is working well as it is, but it could be so much better if we only changed it!"
"Uh, sir. As amazing as that sounds," he gulps nervously. "it won't be accepted. The General won't let you change the orders. It came directly from the Source!"
"That's why we're not telling them!" the Commander barks. Then he leans in and hisses something to the hapless Officer.
"Yes sir!" the officer sighs in defeat.
They turn around and leave. Zakuro sighs and slumps against the cool metal. Slowly she opens her eyes. Her expression is almost pained. She recognised that voice, but from where? How does she know it anyway? She grits her teeth together tightly. She directs a glare of absolute burning, fiery hatred; yet sears with an icy coldness. Growling lowly under her breath she throws herself from the pipe and lands on the ground in a low crouch. She quickly gets up and strides out of the canteen, not bothering to hide from any cameras which might or might not be there.
All I wanted was to save Kisshu. Not get stuck in the making of a war!
Author's Note: Ah, don't you just love it when they lose their cool and go ballistic? That probably won't be happening here though, but it's actually a good way of lengthening the story! I love this too much for it to end so quickly. I didn't actually plan on that happening, but that happens when you just make it up as you go along! So good.
Smushed! That's funny.
I own the building (the Sanctum), the monstrous creatures, mysterious girl, the plot and I may or may not own the Commander. Oh well. Everything else goes to their rightful, respected owners.