The sounds of heels echoed on corridor stone floor. Getting lounder and louder as whoever it was drew nearer. The ryodan was silent waiting for whoever it was to appear, the lords fearful face looked relived at the sound, as a new hope arrived.
"Ah, fuck me" a voice called from the shadows as Z stepped into view.
chapter 9
"Ah, fuck me" a voice called form the shadows as Z stepped into view.
"With pleasure~" purred Hisoka.
She scowled before stepping in front of her boss, Lord Jerrold Sacheverell, of course fate wanted her to be in this situation. The ryodan now the shouting statement clicked into place in their minds - the lord did seem to shout a lot.
"Z! You're late! I want their heads, give them to me!" screeched the lord, Z with a frowned in annoyance was looking up towards the ceiling.
"You got to be fucking kidding me," she grumbled before turning to the small sweaty male, "boss, will you kindly fuck off down the corridor and leave. To put it kindly you will just be in the way, I hold them off for as long as possible as its way to much effort to get the heads of all the Ryodan"
"R-Ryodan?" the man shuttered.
She turned towards her boss with a look of disbelieve, "you didn't fucking know?" not getting a response from the panicking male, she sighed massaging her temples before pushing her boss away with a quick shove. "Fuck off, now"
He ran away, as she roll her eyes at his retreating figure. God, she hated people like him – thinks that they have everything when they have money – but no spine. Narrowed black eyes filtered towards the ryodan, stopping on kuroro who was giving her a calculated look. How was she going to deal with this? Should she just let them take what they wanted? Delay them? Technically she just had to protect the boss nothing else nothing more…
"You're going to get our heads? like to see you try" snicker phinks, cracking his knuckles.
She glared at the man, "you shouldn't play with the dead, you'll get bit"
She unbuckled one of her bracelets, more specifically the bracelet with the Ryodan's vengeful ghosts trapped inside of them. She brought the beads up towards her mouth, before blowing on it. The multi-coloured beads crumbling to sand in her hand, before scattering on the floor around them like long forgotten dust.
"I don't think abit of dust is gonna kill us" chuckled uvogin.
She didn't comment, only leant against the wall arms cross as she waited, her nen already activated and moving. The world grumbled, a mini earthquake shook the room as the floor cracked. The crack growing from the base of her heeled feet to the thieves before her. Heads turned following the cracks as it grew like a spider web before something emerged from the ground. As if coming from hell itself, hands broke the surface. Kuroro raised an eyebrow as the sight necromancy? Did she bring them back from the dead? Or was it something else? He would have to ask as thoughts circled before he glanced towards the female, more questions were paling up for the raven hair angel.
phinks whistled, "Sweet"
Machi jumped back as a hand went to grab her foot, "what the hell?"
Soon the room was filled to the brim with stone like figures, figures that took the shape of those the group had killed but features were cracked and distorted. Even the previously dead figures got shakily to dead feet, there wounds still dipping with fresh blood.
"Have fun" she hissed, eyes narrow as the dead attacked.
Kuroro dodged, inflicting lethal wounds on the closest figures. He noticed no blood, only the dead stopping to place themselves back together like clay work, his eyes scanned the room stopping on one of the newly fresh corpse getting sliced by a sword, the arm hanging limply. His eyes narrowed in thought, these were different. The clay like creatures were different to the flesh and bone even if they looked alive they were just clay and stone.
It seems that other members of the Ryodan were also noticing that the clay like figures were not stopping anytime soon despite losing their heads. "Shit, there's no end to this!" yelled Nobu, after the dead around him continued to react their earthy limbs to each other.
In groups of earthy dead surround the individuals, leaving the ryodan surrounded, blocked off from help from others. Z could see their smiles, the group were enjoying this, she increase the nen into the stone dolls increase its power as the group continue to slay the clay works left right and centre.
Of course, they were enjoying the challenge, she mused. It wasn't every day that you would fight off against the dead that you had preciously killed with a shadow of their nen (if they had any) and physical abilities. "Fuck" yelled machi as the previously dead fuego burnt part of her kimono off, finding off the later part.
She couldn't hold this up for long, there were too many dead wanting to break free from her control… wanting to turn their clay and stone bodies back into flesh and blood. She sighed quietly feeling a headache threatening to erupt.
She felt a vibration in her pocket she looking down. She took out the phone and frowned. "Are you in a safe place?" she asked her boss down the line. If he was she could stop this madness and give the thieves what they wanted.
"Yes, I am. In my office, you have taken care of the fiends haven't you?" the man sounded smug down the phone like he hadn't being pissing himself minutes before.
"Nope, they are S class criminals It will harder than that" she mutter down the phone, dark eyes glaring at the ceiling. The office? A safe place he's got to be kidding?
"What! I want their heads, hurry up and do it!" she held the phone away from her ear as the man yelled.
"Yes boss" she grumbled, she didn't want to kill the ryodan. Way too much effort to deal with them now and in death, maybe some other time?
"And due to your rude manner and tardiness, I'm not giving you the book of sacrifice, like we promise. In fact, I have had a very good offer for it, which I am going to take them up on it"
"What?" her tone dropped, as her grip on the phone increased.
That cunt, the fucking cunt. She did not like be crossed when a deal had been made. "You heard, me now hurry up and bring me their heads" he hung up.
The headache vanishing as her anger and Nen rose – you should never cross the dead, they always collect their debts.
She dropped the phone to the ground not giving it a second glance before stepping forward, the dead on her path quickly moving out of the way, not wanting to be on the end of her wrath. The dead could feel it, the soul eating power brimming under the surface. She stopped face to face in front of kuroro, "what are you here to steal?" she asked bluntly.
"The Vidor collection of artwork, a 15th century vase and the golden horn of a unicorn" he stated clearly, his void like eyes watching her carefully.
"The horn is in his office, come with me" she stepped closer.
"Wait Z! Stop these things will ya!" yelled nobu.
She looked towards him eyes narrowed, "no, you're having too much fun"
Hisoka chuckled, as she and kuroro disappeared in a huff of black smoke.
Kuroro blinked, slightly disoriented with the sudden change in reality. Z was out in front of him holding his hand, her hand cold in his grip. He looked about with interest, the world they were walking thought was made of different shades of grey and full of black ghostly shapes. The world shifted and changed, never staying the same shapes or shades as time when by. How she knew to navigate such a strange dimension he would never know.
"This is a spirit road. The dead use it while traveling to the afterlife, I use it to get around quickly as time here is different compared to the living world." She answered his unasked question.
"I take it, if you're touching another living being, you automatically bring them with you too"
She nodded, "very true. I will also add, if I were to say let go off you. You would be stuck in here till the ground spirits devourer you or if you accidentally drop into another realm with is basically impossible unless you know the way."
"I make sure never to let go of you then" he gave a small smile towards the back of her head.
"Were here" she commented. Before the world changed again.
They were stood inside a grand office, in a large leather bond chair was a startled lord Jerrold Sacheverell, "Z! This is treason!" shirked the man.
Z stepped towards the man, dropping kuroro hand in the process. "Will you shut the fuck up for once, you jackass" she hissed back, the anger leaking out as she spoke.
Kuroro blinked at her voice, they was something unearthly about it, her voice layer which others from the void. He watched as shadows moved in the corners of the room, the things darkening before latching themselves into the shivering form of Lord Jerrold Sacheverell, keeping him form moving out of the chair. The lord's eyes flickered towards the shadows, his eyes widening in terror, as out of the shadows white bones shone. Skeleton hands were holding him in place, he sat frozen shaking as pure terror ran though him.
Z moved around the desk placing two hands on the arms either side of the man who tried to sink back into the seat, hoping beyond hope that he could disappear before the shadow shrouded hands could drag him to hell. It was then kuroro noticed the different in her appearance, it was still the same Z, raven hair, black eyes and pale skin but her bones seemed to glow though her outer layer of skin. The eerie look would even give the strongest of men nightmares. "I don't like being cross, you made a deal with the dead, I wouldn't advise you brake it- so you're going to give me what you promised, and the nice man here the codes to the vault and then and only then will I, maybe, let you live. Now," she leaned closer to the scared man, the darkness around them growing as her bones brighten though her almost translucent skin. The lord shrunk back trying and failing to move away from the nightmare before him.
"Do we have a deal?"
-Time Skippy-
"Who knew Z could make so many zombies?" asked machi, after taking out a few of the stone like creature around them.
"They're not actually zombies" a voice called from the shadows. The dead around stopped attacking, and stood still. The group turned their heads as one towards the voice, Z walked towards them beside her kuroro and behind them, Z dragged a shivering lord Jerrold Sacheverell by the ruff of his neck. "For zombies I need the original bodies, in this lot theirs only two zombies and one ghoul as it's a zombie with a soul, he's the hardest to control. These are clay puppets possessed which is way you're not able to kill them unlike the zombie and ghoul" Z stepped forward pointing towards three destroyed bodies, of the zombies and ghoul, lying still on the floor, "For dolls you need to purity or use the correct equipment to kill the doll. The soul I put into them needs to be under my control, probable wasn't the best idea to trust me with the ghosts that haut you – you have basically given me a army in dolls"
She walked to the closet one, thrusting her hand into the clay dolls chest before dragging it out. A sliver moving light came with her hand as she dragged it out of the crumbling figure, the ryodan peered closely at the sliver light but much to their disappointment the source of the light was covered by her closed hand. The clay continued to crumble to the floor as she spoke "think of them as puppets, you don't kill the puppet you need to attack its source" she told them with a pointed expression. Before placing the slivery substance back into the crest of the stone, the body instantly re-growing, returning to its former cracked appearance.
Kuroro took in the information, instead of attacking the puppets they needed to attack her… was that wise telling them this?
"Is that so?" machi responded watching the pair. Z looking normal and expressionless as never, kuroro however. She paused watching her male friend and boss. Kuroro looked like he was up to something, or he had a plan brewing. She frowned at the male, what was her boss planning now?
"I'm calling it possessed dolls – not original I know, but it works" she stated simply dropping the terrified lord in front of the vault. Hisoka paused studied the lord, the shouty man no longer there it was if he been to hell and back, his face haunted. The round face no longer round was pale and sickly looking. What on earth happen? The magician wondered licking his lips as the lord reluctantly opened for the ryodan to enter and steal.
She watched dully as they when about there business, gently tapping the book she was promised in the confinements of her coat. Something which didn't go unnoticed by a pair of black void like eyes. After the ryodan had collected all of the artifacts in the vault even ones they weren't here to steal, they stood around the fat lord, staring down at him with a thoughtful expressions. "What should we do with him?" voice shalanart breaking the silence.
"Kill him?" questioned phinks.
"Torturer him?" feitan spoke coldly, "this was quite anti-climactic,"
"I don't care" commented Z, who at this point wanted to go home and sleep, drowsiness overtaking her worn senses. Why did she do this too herself again? These people literally took the life out of her.
Her old boss spun towards her, finally building the courage to shout at her, "You fiend! I shal-" she stuck her fingers in her ears, blocking out the man's anger rants. For heaven's sake, she wanted to go home, she wasn't even supposed to be at work today... stupid lord, stupid ryodan making her life difficult couldn't they just let her sleep?
"You finished?" she asked after the man had finished ranting.
The man growled, before spitting at her. The. Spit. Landing. On. Her. Fucking. Coat. She frowned, he just spat on her fucking favourite coat. It better not ruin the fabric, she would have to wash it quickly so that spit would stain it. She really liked her coat. He's going to regret doing that…
She glared at her former boss, a snarl wanting to be escape from her lips. The lord took a fearful step back, as her glare narrowed. If looks could kill he would be dead along with a never-ending ice age the look brought with it. She stepped forward a pale hand gripping the mans collar.
"Z?" questioned a worried nobu.
She threw him out of the circle into the crowd of dead that still hovered around them waiting for the order to return the void. They was a moment of silence, no one moved watching as the doll like dead turned towards the shaking lord. She didn't even need to get the order.
The dead pounced on him, ripping the screaming man to spreads until there was nothing left of the lord. "Problem solved" she shrugged, breathing out. The dead turned to dust as she deactivated the nen ability, taking any evidence of themselves and lord Jerrold Sacheverell being here with them to the void. She felt the weight of bracelet return to her wrist under her coat selves.
Z looked towards the Ryodan, most were gapping at her. "What?"
"You just fed your former boss to some of dead earthy people" stated phinks.
"So?" she commented, not seeing the point the blonde was trying to state.
Uvogin busted out laughing, "HAHA this is great!"
"Dear z~" purred Hisoka from next to her, "you never sest to amaze me"
Z grumbled, "Since I wasn't here today, I'm going to have to deal with the police, now go. Sooner this is over the sooner I can go to sleep"
Shoeing the Ryodan out as the sirens roared in the street outside of the house. The group disappearing with the artifacts as she turned up behind the cars, acting like she had just arrived on the scene after an urgent phone call from her beloved boss.
to be continued...
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