Disclaimer: I do not own or make any kind of profit off K Project.
"K" - Talking
Red - Speaking in English
'Canary' - Thinking
Flashback - Flashback
You should have died
You're a disgusting little monster
It's all your fault
They died instead of you
My little murderer hehehe
Die
HAHAHA the brat got her first kill already
You shouldn't have runaway
Watch everything you love burn before your eyes
Brute
Fiend
Beast
Demon
Devil
Wretch
I love that look in your eye, one day you'll be just like me
Monster
"Where are we going, Daddy?"
"Don't worry princess. Daddy is going to send you somewhere safe. I promise I'll be right behind you."
"Mommy, where's Daddy? Isn't he coming with us?"
"Oh my sweet angel, I'm so sorry."
"Kid! Wake up! If you're not buying anything I gotta kick ya out!" a gruff voice awoke Eve who stared at the shop owner with bleary eyes.
"Sorry Shibata-san, I'll get going." She ran a hand through her messy hair. Shibata watched the girl stetch her stuff muscles, every about her screamed exhaustion; from her ruffled clothing to dark bags under her eyes. "Get yer ass over here, kid!"
"You should speak nicely to your customers, maybe you'll have more business." Eve chided on her way over, flinching when a bag was shoved in her face. The older man glared dagger at the wall with flushed cheeks and a pout. "My wife packed ya some dinner, said she would kill me if I let ya starve. I packed some free shit to so ya better not pass out somewhere! Everyone aint as kind as me!"
This made Eve smiled. "Guess I owe you one. Thanks a lot." She accepted the bag and dragged her feet to the exit. "You know what? You're actually kind of cute-eep!" she narrowly dodged the magazine aimed at her head. "OUT!"
Eve jogged down the street from the business where Shibata's curses could still be heard. She peeked inside the tote gifted to her, casting a weary smile at the contents. "Looks like I'll get by another week until I can leave Japan," she sighed "I miss everyone. Each day feels colder without them. They turned me into a sap." She stopped her musing when the device she stole from the Green began blaring with a notification.
UPDATE
Ambush the Blues and HOMRA (FAILED)
'Sending a bunch of low level players? The Green King can't actually be that dumb, can he?' Eve snorted, watching another update load. When it finally finished loading, she froze, the device fell to the ground; cracking upon impact. Eve felt numb to the pedestrians bypassing her, her ears rang and her breathing became ragged.
Mission Update
Team Fynn: Gun Them Down (In-Progress)
"I said NO!" an 8 year old girl screamed from her place under a princess themed bed. At least a dozen men and women stood around the room, nervously trying to coax the child from her hiding place.
"Miss, please. It's time for your lessons and you mustn't be late." A woman sputtered, kneeling to make eye contact with the child. Eyes shifting from her to the doorway. "Sir Fynn will be very unsatisfied."
"Tell Fynn he can suck it!" this caused a few of the occupants to flush, questioning where she learned such a thing.
"Suck it? Aren't you kind of young to know what the means, Little Miss?" a smooth voice spoke up, cause everyone to squirm. A young man stood in the entry way, sweeping a hand through cropped strawberry blond hair, walnut eyes glinting with mirth and a hint of irritation. "Everyone. Out." The lackies began filing out immediately, fidgeting and sending each other nervous glances.
"No one gets punished today. Little Miss here is going to tell me where she learned her new phrases." As the door closed behind the group he paced toward the bed. The tension was so thick you could cut through it with a knife. "What was it last week? Vous avez le corps d'un chien et le QI d'une durée de cinq ans? And the week before that Vai a cacare! Sei un rompicoglioni?"
He received no response.
"You know what? I'm sick of your shit, kid. You'd be dead if it was up to me." He hissed kicking the bed.
"But you can't! Harming me isn't allowed! You can't lay a finger on me!"
"True. Very true. But that doesn't mean I can't fix that attitude in other ways does it? …lessons are cancelled…see you tomorrow, Little Miss…" the surprisingly casual tone sent a shiver down the child's spine.
"What is this feeling? I don't like this." She allowed her eyes to flutter shut, deciding to sleep it off under the safety of the bed.
The next morning she wasn't awoken by the sun's bright rays or chirping birds but by the screams and sound of shattering glass from the other side of her door. Curiosity getting the best of her she emerged from her hiding place and crept towards the door. Halfway to her destination the door slammed open, in the doorway stood the woman from the day prior, bloodshot eyes instantly finding the girl. "You! It's all your fault!" she charged at the little brunette who fled back to her hiding spot only to be snatched back by her long hair and thrown to the floor. The woman straddled her and began swinging at her wildly, punching, slapping and scratching the child who raised her thin arms to her face to shield herself. "You had to be a smartass! What does that bitch in charge even see in you?!" she screeched, violently shrugging off the handing attempting to restrain her.
"My parents! My boy-boyfriend!" tears rolled down her cheeks. "My s-sister was just a child and he killed her! He made us watched before he killed her!" She forced the girl's arms aside, wrapping her hands around the dainty neck and lifted her before slamming her back onto the floor, knocking the breath out of her. She pinned the girl by her neck and pulled out a switch blade, ignoring the tiny hands slapping at her. "You get handed a position of power and I feared for my life! Nine months of suck up to your ungrateful ass! I don't give a damn in she executes me! You disgusting little monster-" "Hehe now I can't let you go that far." A bang echoed throughout the room. Thick, red liquid splattered across the girl's face. The blade clattered on the floor as the corpse slumped over.
Fynn traced his fingers of a hand shaped bruise on his cheek. "If you killed her Boss Lady would kill me. Thanks for your services but my life is more valuable than yours." Walnut eyes shifted to the gasping girl.
"What did I tell you? I can't harm you and seeing as all your loved ones are full of bullet holes and rotting I can't harm them. Well, I can't harm them anymore than I did when they were alive right?" he sighed blissfully.
"Ah! But I can harm them. Or better yet their loved ones! Too bad I can't be around 24/7 to stop them from killing you huh?" he aimed the smoking gun at the henchmen crowding the doorway. Fynn kicked the cadaver off the trembling girl. "Now, you have a lesson tonight to make up for your tardiness and absences, that disobedience of yours too. What is my number one rule?"
"D-d'don't be l-late." She answered in a small voice.
"Good. Now go clean yourself up. And one you come collect this thing before it starts to stink." Fynn exited the room as the crowd parted for him. Staring the into the woman's lifeless eyes she couldn't stop her own tears from spilling.
"I'm so sorry…"
Later that night Fynn and the girl stood in the room full of various weapons and mannequins with targets. The blond smirked but said nothing about the bandages on her arms or the bruises on her cheeks nor the white, knee length summer dress. "I'm impressed, I guess almost losing life your life works wonders on you."
He removed his suit jacket, revealing the gun holsters on each shoulder. Taking out both, he tossed one to the girl who barely caught it in time. "These are known as AMT Hardballer Longslides, otherwise known as my favorite. You're going to learn how to disassemble, reassemble and maintenance it."
"Yes, sir." She mumbled as Fynn knelt to her height and fiddled with bottom of her dress, eyeing the bruises on her neck.
"We're all monsters in someone's eyes. No matter how much you pray and wish it was nightmare it'll always be real. No matter how pristine you try to look and feel, no matter if you scrub your skin until you bleed. You're just another murder at the end of the day. Even as you take your last breath, you're just another murderer at the world will be overjoyed that you're gone. Don't forget that."
"…yes, sir…"
(French) Vous avez le corps d'un chien et le QI d'une durée de cinq ans - You have the body of a dog and the IQ of a 5 year old
(Italian) Vai a cacare! Sei un rompicoglioni – Fuck off! You're a pain in the ass/ball breaker