Akiko Mikami Wants A Crazy Life! (2)

February 26th, 7:40 PM.

"Damn it," Akiko murmured under her breath, her twisted demeanor shifting as she frowned, clearly upset, "I didn't think he would be here…"

"You're mine," Clark spoke quietly, his beige jacket moving slightly as the cold breeze hit his wrinkled skin, his trained eyes staring through the scope of his rifle as he pulled the trigger, "I don't have to get too close yet, so I should be able to draw her away from the boy."

The Plot In You pulled out its enormous pair of scissors as it and its user approached the building that Clark had perched himself upon; before Akiko and her Stand could get any closer, she could feel the air crack, as if the seemingly invisible round he fired was moving at a supersonic speed.

Just as Akiko thought she could see a slight part of the air waver, it suddenly disappeared, as if it went in a completely different direction; her body shifting to look at the brick wall behind her, her ears picking up the sound of a small 'ting', not too far from Nico's unmoving body.

"Where the hell did he fire?!" Akiko shouted, her hands gripping her left leg as she felt a piercing pain resonate through it; she nearly choked on her own spit, nearly just from the surprise as she felt warm blood run down her leg.

"I haven't rendered her immobile yet," Clark whispered to himself, seeing his Stand scoop its hands against the frigid evening air, "Voltaire can keep this going for hours.. I won't let this psychopath get away this time."

"He's never been able to do that before," Akiko grunted, limping as she attempted to get over to the building that Clark was on top of, "So I'll make sure he never does it again!"

Before Voltaire could slip the next round into the sniper rifle, its user nearly fell from the edge of the building; the brick foundation of the house slowly broke away as The Plot In You continuously punched it, slowly breaking it down.

She's trying to make the house cave in! Clark thought to himself as he picked himself off from his belly, his feet allowing him to jump off the roof, his Stand helping him remain on his feet as he landed on the concrete.

"Surprised to see me?" Clark growled as Voltaire threw itself at The Plot In You, its camo colored fists making contact with the fleshy, crimson Stand's face, its blood fading in with its skin as Voltaire pummeled it relentlessly.

"Get off, you old shit!" Akiko cried in pain as her Stand quickly pulled back, attempting to jab the sharp end of its scissors into Voltaire's abdomen.

"You don't talk to your elders like that, you monster." Clark spoke calmly as a navy blue aura surrounded his body, though his voice seemed to have a tinge of unbridled rage inside it; Voltaire quickly countered by seizing the side of the scissor blade, its free hand suddenly balling up into a fist.

Suddenly, Voltaire's fingers suddenly opened up, clinging to the bottom of its hand; inside of its fingers seemed to be a metallic casing, though it seemed that it was too dark to see what was there.

"Fire!" Clark shouted as bits of rock and broken glass pelted The Plot In You's muscular body, one of its arms shielding its face from the makeshift bullets, its other arm pulling back to try and pull its scissor blade free from Voltaire's grasp.

"You're in my range!" Akiko laughed as she pulled Voltaire closer, her Stand pressing its open palm against its head, though it was rather calm and almost loving, like a mother's touch.

Clark's fighting spirit felt like it had almost completely dissipated as his surroundings changed, his eyesight becoming somewhat blurry as he saw the area around him fluctuate for what seemed like eternity.

Before he even knew it, Clark was sitting outside on a wooden porch, warm air brushing against his wrinkled face as his faded violet eyes looked to the sky, billions of stars shining above him as he heard a rocking chair squeak again and again.

He could see thick, wavy black hair move along with the breeze from behind the decrepit rocking chair, his eyes widening with shock but as he opened mouth, nothing would dare come out, as he slowly stepped around the chair.

Her face was a bit wrinkled, some of them around her eyes and some on the sides of her mouth; she slowly turned her head towards Clark, her violet eyes staring up at him as her bottom lip quivered, as if something terribly wrong had happened.

"Honey," she started, her voice like music to his old ears as she sighed heavily, "Why did you do it? Why did you have to go and shoot him?"

"Mama?" Clark's voice trembled, his body soon following as his mother slowly slipped out from the old rocking chair, her head slowly turning to see their old wooden house.

"You didn't have to do that, sweetie," She spoke softly, though her sad stare soon transformed into an angry glare, her shaking left hand slowly reaching into one of her pockets, "Who told you to do that? They'll throw you in jail for what you did, they'll have you killed, do you understand me, son?"

"Mama, I…" Clark could feel his body shaking even more with each passing second, feeling like he could scream, but his mouth simply would not let him as he watched her hand slip out from her pocket, brandishing a sharp switchblade.

"I'm going to have to punish you, honey. I am your mother after all!" She suddenly broke out into howling laughter as she slowly stepped forward, towards the frozen old man, his body refusing to even move an inch.

"DOWN STINGER!" An unfamiliar voice shouted, making Clark quickly turn his head both ways, watching as his surroundings turned back to normal; his eyes still wide, he quickly turned to see that Akiko had her back turned to him.

Akiko nearly screamed as she felt a cold, black wire stick into her abdomen for only a moment, since that was all it took for an intense electrical shock throughout her slender frame, making her scream in intense anguish.

Clark quickly ran to see what was going on, though he could not help but pull out his bulldog revolver, attempting to aim it carefully, but his muscular frame was still shaking.

He was able to see a young man with wavy black hair parted to one side of his head with a strange metallic Stand behind him, and an older man with a strange face, his nose seemingly pushed further in, with a black fog hanging around his body.

"Old guy, go take care of that other kid! Josiah and I can handle this!" Warut shouted as Stratovarius tightened around his body, allowing him to quickly fly over to the left side of Akiko's face and deliver a swift punch.

"Shit!" Clark growled angrily as he rushed over to Nico, his body still slumped up against the brick house that he had tried so hard to lure Akiko away from.

Clark kneeled down to meet with the younger man's face, and it seemed that he was still awake and watching everything that unfolded, his eyes slowly looking to meet with Clark's, shallow breaths exiting his lungs.

"Thank you," Nico murmured, a small smile forming on his face as he sighed, "But, I think my time is up… I want to pass something onto you, though. Quite a few things…"

"Don't say it's over," Clark said, panting heavily as his muscular body slowly stopped shaking, "Kid, you're gonna be fine. I'm sorry I didn't get here in time."

"No, it is over," Nico assured him, coughing as a bit of fresh blood fell from his mouth, "She completely destroyed my internal organs by just punching me… so, please, listen to what I have to say before my body gives out. When she put her hand on your head, you were just standing there, frozen… and she was prepared to kill you. I don't know what she did, but her range must be impressive, since before you arrived, my surroundings were changing… they might be connected. One more thing…"

"Okay," Clark nodded, not attempting to argue with this young man and waste time, though he desperately did not want to take his word for it, "I'll keep that in mind. What else do you need to say, soldier?"

"My love, Jin," Nico coughed, this time it was a bit more rough as tears formed at the edges of his eyes, "Please, tell her I did my best to protect her… she will be coming out of Bones once I pass, so please, make sure Akiko does not lay a single finger on her."

"I promise." Clark said firmly, slowly raising up one of his hands to salute the young man as he slowly closed his blue eyes, all tension leaving his beaten and bruised body.

"It's okay…" Nico murmured before one last breath left his worn body, his arms falling to the concrete underneath him.

Nico Andreaccio… has died.

"Get off, you little shits!" Akiko screamed in annoyance as The Plot In You swiftly threw a punch at Warut, sending him into the icy concrete, a pain filled groan following.

"You're not getting away!" Josiah declared as both of Downplay's fists embedded themselves into The Plot In You's gut, repeating the process until the enemy Stand retaliated, punching the metallic Stand in the chin.

"Today is not my day!" Akiko quickly stood back as her Stand brought its pair of scissors down the air, a portal suddenly appearing in front of her; before anyone could land another hit, she quickly dived inside, the portal closing almost instantaneously.

"Damn it!" Clark shouted, frustrated as Bones suddenly phased out from Nico's body, its jaw suddenly unhinging, which prompted the older man to look at it, confused as to just what it was doing.

Slowly, Jin stepped out from Bones' mouth, looking from left to right to try and spot Nico, only for her to look below Bones; her eyes widened, though they soon looked up at the hulking Stand, which bent down on its knees.

Bones gave a reassuring pat on Jin's head before slowly fading out of existence, its empty eyes looking into hers as it completely disappeared.

Jin's body didn't even shake as she stared down at Nico's corpse in silence, her hands weakly moving with the breeze as she turned away, her seafoam green eyes barely even wide as her feet slowly carried her away from the scene.

"I'll talk to you damn kids about this later," Clark said as he looked over to the young woman who had been slowly but surely walking away from her lover's body, "One of you needs to make sure Jin gets home safely."

"I'll go," Josiah replied as he walked towards the woman, his sky blue eyes focusing on her as he shook slightly, "I'm pissed that Akiko got away, but I think I better make sure she doesn't go after Jin on her way home. You said you're gonna talk to us later, right? Warut will give you my address, so stop by tomorrow."

"Josiah," Warut murmured, almost completely shocked as he watched his friend walk away calmly, despite having faced Sophia's killer, "I don't know how he's containing himself… come on, old man, we gotta take care of the body."

"Jin," Josiah spoke, his voice unfamiliar to the woman who slowly turned to face him, "I'm going to take you home, so she doesn't come after you. Are you fine with this?"

Jin merely nodded, not bothering to see if he was following as she continued to walk, her hands slipping into her jacket pockets as she did not even bother to make a sound, her lips not even quivering.

[Ten minutes pass…]

"I'm sorry for not coming sooner," Josiah said, his voice low as he looked down the snow covered road, "I probably could have done something, but… I wasn't fast enough."

"It's okay," Jin mumbled, her green eyes looking nowhere but forward, "I have a Stand, too, so I should have done something…"

"Don't say that," Josiah retorted, looking towards the smaller woman who did not dare to take her eyes off of the road, "You might have a Stand, but from what I understand, he wanted to keep you safe. It wasn't your fault."

"O-Okay." Jin stammered softly, doing her best to try and show him that she was alright, but that facade was obviously not working, shown by the fact that her voice was shaking.

It did not take too long for them to find her home, and Josiah had stopped her before she went inside; he quickly pulled out a tiny slip of paper, extending his hand over to her so she would take it from him.

"Here's my phone number," Josiah said as she took it from his hands slowly, her eyes staring down at the pavement, "You can help us with tracking Akiko down if you want, but I understand if you don't want to… it's probably stupid of me to even say that, but either way, feel free to call me if you want to talk. I know how it feels to lose someone close to you… goodnight, Jin."

Josiah gave her a quick nod before watching her take the first step towards her door, soon turning his back to her home after, unsure if he made the right choice in offering her to help him and his friends out with finding Akiko.

Jin opened her front door slowly, looking towards the street as Josiah walked down it at a steady pace, her bottom lip now quivering as a tear slipped down her face.

"Goodnight."

[The next morning…]

February 27th, 10:30 AM.

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Clark shouted as he slammed his fist against Josiah's apartment wall, his eyes filled with anger as he stomped towards the young man, "Do you have a death wish?! You were up against Akiko Mikami!"

"Yeah, I know," Josiah said calmly, sighing as he looked up at the older man who looked like he was about to burst like a balloon, "It's not like I was gonna let her kill me, if that's what you think, I might have been able to beat her."

"Do you think that just because you have a Stand, that you have the right to fight in a war you're not prepared for?!" Clark nearly screamed as he walked around the living room of Josiah's apartment, a heavy, annoyed sigh leaving his lips.

"What makes you so different? You had a Stand and you tried to fight her!" Josiah argued, who slipped out from his sofa, his feet carrying him over to Clark who had stopped in his tracks.

"I served my country, I've seen shit that would turn you white as ghosts. I'm probably the only one for miles that can go against a psycho like her, hell, I trained my body before I trained my Stand! You're nowhere near ready to fight against her!" Clark protested, leaving Josiah utterly speechless before he sighed deeply.

"She killed my friend," Josiah murmured, his sky blue eyes meeting Clark's faded violet eyes as he clenched his fists, "How do you know how dangerous Akiko is?"

"Don't be so impatient to see them again," Clark responded, shaking his head before turning away from the younger man, "I'm the reason she was in jail in the first place, and I was sure I scared her shitless, but I was wrong. She has an ability that I didn't even know about, so she must have learned it recently."

"Goddamn it," Josiah grumbled before walking back over to his sofa, "What else can she do? She has immeasurable strength, she can create a portal, what else could she possibly do?"

"I think she can alter reality, but I believe she can only do it for one person at a time," Clark answered, rubbing his chin, "When she altered reality for me, it didn't affect you or your friend, and I'm guessing her Stand's range is fairly short, at most it might be three meters."

"So, as long as we're in a group, we should be fine," Josiah replied, groaning in irritation as he stomped one of his feet against the floor, "I was so damn close! You better know that I'm not going to stop going after her."

"That'll be how you die," Clark responded, almost nonchalantly, "I'm going to be in town until I've managed to take her down, so you're going to see a lot of me. I left my phone number on your table, so you can call me if you find anything out."

"You can call the Speedwagon Foundation, too," Josiah offered, crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back into his sofa, "My mother and my grandfather are experienced Stand users, so you might like working with them a bit more."

"I'll think about it," Clark said as he stepped towards the front door to the apartment, "Let me know how that girl is doing the next time you see her."

"Will do." Josiah said, watching as Clark shut the door behind him, leaving the younger man to stare up at his ceiling.

He quickly walked over to his door, locking it as he stepped back, being able to feel tears form on the sides of his sky blue eyes, his hands shaking as he ran his two hands over his face.

"I was so close…"

[Elsewhere, hours later...]

11:00 PM.

Damon sighed, sitting on a bench in the local park with one leg crossed over the other, the cool winter breeze not bothering him one bit as he looked up at the sky, feeling slightly melancholy.

"You know, I know you're behind me," Damon turned his head to see Akiko standing behind him, her Glasgow smile uncovered, "You seem really mad, what happened? You look just as pissed off as I was."

"We're going to kill them," Akiko said, smiling widely as her body shook erratically, "We're going to kill all of them, slowly, and painfully. I'll kill everyone in this city just to get to them, I will kill every single one of them, especially that old man..."

"You're speaking my language," Damon chuckled, "Why don't you go on a spree? You've earned it, after all... I had to go on one after I was caught. Just thinking about it makes me want to take someone's neck, and bend it..."

"I can't wait to get my hands on that girl!" Akiko's angry demeanor changed to one of cheerfulness, her fingers wriggling as she slipped onto the bench, "And you're going to help me torture her!"

"Of course."

TO BE CONTINUED…

CHARACTER BIO
Name: Clark Kubrick
Age: 64
Stand: Voltaire
Stand Statistics
Power - A
Speed - A
Range - A for the bullets, E for the Stand itself.
Precision - B
Durability - D
Development Potential - E