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Never cared for what they do,
Never cared for what they know,
But I know…
Never opened myself this way…
Life is ours, we live it our way.
All these words I don't just say,
And nothing else matters…
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This confused man could only stand there, looking at an empty stretch of pavement that was as bare as his pockets had somehow become. A voice broke his shock.
"This is not a place for you," the voice called to him. The voice was soft, yet sharp… Alluring, yet defiant. It was everything and it was nothing to him, he could no longer decide with only a single sentence being spoken.
Zechs turned, to see the woman known as Twilight Suzuka standing, facing the north, but with her head turned to him and her boken held in her right hand. The katana, however, was relaxed within her grip and the tip touched the ground, as a sign that she would not attack him without just cause. "I could have sworn I saw—"
"You saw nothing but a foolish man's dream in which you spun around the reality. Now, hand over the book or there will be hell to pay for both you and I. The assassin will return to claim it from you when you least expect it."
"And what will become of you if I give this to you?"
"That is none of your concern."
"Then I shall not give this book to you."
"What uses have you for it? You do not know of its importance, or of its power, only I know of it, now hand it over or I will be forced to take it from you, and waste my time." The tip of the sword did not touch the ground anymore.
Although Zechs was not in his uniform, he carried his fencing sword at his side rather than a gun, which would attract more attention since that would be a faster kill. He had seen this woman's skill, and although he would never admit it, he knew that the outcome of the battle was clear – he would not win.
She spread her legs only slightly, enough to have a slender stance while holding the boken with both hands at her side. He put his hand on his sword hilt, but did not draw it. "I do not wish to fight you, but please tell me your name."
"You have no need of my name. Put the book down and draw your sword, so that you may die with your weapon in hand. It is quite noble despite the consequences."
He drew his sword, but instead of taking a fighting stand, he turned the sword, so that the blade pointed down to the ground. He held the sword out at arm's length with his right, then the book out with his left.
"Be satisfied."
The wind blew, and with it, he could have sworn a faint aroma of sweet cherry blossoms, and he was filled as the wind turned about him, through his hair and into his lungs. His eyes stayed steady upon the figure before him, who stood as still as a rock, with only her raven-black hair moving with the caressing wind. They stood, staring, for what seemed like moments on end, but not long enough for him. He was mesmerized, drawn, as if a shark keen to the smell of blood. But it was not blood he sensed, nor was it the aroma that filled the night's new breeze. But it was mystery, allure… Something he wished he could fight, but all his soldier's instincts were thrown away at the sight of this woman's noble face, of her skilled hands. Of her eyes that shone as bright as midnight's fire, and her skin as pale as the moonlight. Zechs found himself unable to stop his staring, his mind screamed at him to keep the book, to attack this beautiful foe with the weapon he possessed, but his body did not answer. He had never felt such a thing, it coursed through his body like a rapid-moving poison and he was powerless to stop it.
The sweet wind stopped. The woman known as Twilight Suzuka put down her sword, and he put down his. She took one step forward, then two, carefully calculating has he held out the book as hers for the taking. He was too intrigued with her to notice. He was too intrigued in this mysterious woman to notice the dark figure that seemed to just come from the sky. Intrigued.
It came fast. The figure seemed to come from thin air, and Suzuka only had time to turn her eyes to look as it came down hard on her, throwing her away from the scene and onto the ground. Zechs had no time to even breathe as the figure walked straight to him. The platinum-blonde-haired man had only time to look down as a knife was thrust deep into his stomach. He looked up, and met the eyes of the figure who had cast the blow. The figure held a sinister smile on a pale face, as he twisted the knife within Zechs' stomach, and then pulled it out. Even though this happened within the span of five seconds, this gave Suzuka enough time to go back and take her boken from where it lay on the ground. The figure snatched the book from Zechs' hand, and then backed away behind him, as he turned to face Suzuka.
Zechs' eyes were wide as he dropped to his knees. The wound was deep, made wider by the twist in the knife. Crimson blood flowed through his fingers; his life touched the asphalt and spread like wildfire. But still his eyes watched the scene which was about to come into play.
Twilight Suzuka only looked to Zechs once, and once was all she needed. She could tell by a wound how long a person might live, and she could tell that this man was not going to live long. Ten minutes at most, if left untreated. She had only limited time if she was to kill this man.
The figure drew his sword in a fluid movement, rushing for Suzuka. She parried the blow easily with her boken, jumping from her right foot to spin in the air, and then land behind him. She thrust her boken into the figure's back, but found that she had only hit air. It was as if the figure had simply disappeared, but in fact, he had not. He was trying to pull the same trick on her, and she had the wits enough to duck to the ground as straight above her head, the steel sword was thrust. With a flexible movement only a woman of skill could hope to achieve, she used her right had as support as she twisted her lower body upwards within a millisecond, capturing the sword between her ankles. She jumped into the air, drawing her legs in a jerking movement so that the sword hung in the air in front of her for a moment as she too, stayed in the air. In another fluid movement, she grabbed the hilt of that sword, and spun to the south to face the figure. As she landed, she had the steel sword with the tip directly to his neck, and her boken with the tip directly to his stomach. This entire feat was finished in a total of five seconds.
The figure's sinister smile was gone, but he had no time to plead for mercy as she pushed her left arm forward, thrusting his own sword into his neck and out behind him. His eyes were wide, and the sound of choking along with the movement of blood within the back of his throat was sickening as he fell onto his back, forcing the back of the sword to be pushed out of his neck with the force that he fell with. His body twitched, but only once, as his hand dropped to his side with the book being released.
Suzuka kneeled down by the mystery assassin's corpse, and took the book, without even bothering to take the cloak away to find out who he even was. When she stood, her eyes turned to Zechs, who now lied within the middle of the road, silent save for his breathing. He had been through pain before, and it was not the pain that bothered him. He was a soldier, but he did not contain any special ability. Anything cut will bleed, and he was bleeding his life away. His focus was blurring, and the last thing he remembered seeing was a beautiful woman kneeling by his dying form.
AN – What you say? All your base are belong to us? What happens to Zechs, you wonder? I don't know, actually. I haven't written the next chapter, so you get to wait. =P Please no flames, I did write this in the wee hours of a school morning. I hope you all like it, I thought it contained a fair amount of action.
Never cared for what they do,
Never cared for what they know,
But I know…
Never opened myself this way…
Life is ours, we live it our way.
All these words I don't just say,
And nothing else matters…
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This confused man could only stand there, looking at an empty stretch of pavement that was as bare as his pockets had somehow become. A voice broke his shock.
"This is not a place for you," the voice called to him. The voice was soft, yet sharp… Alluring, yet defiant. It was everything and it was nothing to him, he could no longer decide with only a single sentence being spoken.
Zechs turned, to see the woman known as Twilight Suzuka standing, facing the north, but with her head turned to him and her boken held in her right hand. The katana, however, was relaxed within her grip and the tip touched the ground, as a sign that she would not attack him without just cause. "I could have sworn I saw—"
"You saw nothing but a foolish man's dream in which you spun around the reality. Now, hand over the book or there will be hell to pay for both you and I. The assassin will return to claim it from you when you least expect it."
"And what will become of you if I give this to you?"
"That is none of your concern."
"Then I shall not give this book to you."
"What uses have you for it? You do not know of its importance, or of its power, only I know of it, now hand it over or I will be forced to take it from you, and waste my time." The tip of the sword did not touch the ground anymore.
Although Zechs was not in his uniform, he carried his fencing sword at his side rather than a gun, which would attract more attention since that would be a faster kill. He had seen this woman's skill, and although he would never admit it, he knew that the outcome of the battle was clear – he would not win.
She spread her legs only slightly, enough to have a slender stance while holding the boken with both hands at her side. He put his hand on his sword hilt, but did not draw it. "I do not wish to fight you, but please tell me your name."
"You have no need of my name. Put the book down and draw your sword, so that you may die with your weapon in hand. It is quite noble despite the consequences."
He drew his sword, but instead of taking a fighting stand, he turned the sword, so that the blade pointed down to the ground. He held the sword out at arm's length with his right, then the book out with his left.
"Be satisfied."
The wind blew, and with it, he could have sworn a faint aroma of sweet cherry blossoms, and he was filled as the wind turned about him, through his hair and into his lungs. His eyes stayed steady upon the figure before him, who stood as still as a rock, with only her raven-black hair moving with the caressing wind. They stood, staring, for what seemed like moments on end, but not long enough for him. He was mesmerized, drawn, as if a shark keen to the smell of blood. But it was not blood he sensed, nor was it the aroma that filled the night's new breeze. But it was mystery, allure… Something he wished he could fight, but all his soldier's instincts were thrown away at the sight of this woman's noble face, of her skilled hands. Of her eyes that shone as bright as midnight's fire, and her skin as pale as the moonlight. Zechs found himself unable to stop his staring, his mind screamed at him to keep the book, to attack this beautiful foe with the weapon he possessed, but his body did not answer. He had never felt such a thing, it coursed through his body like a rapid-moving poison and he was powerless to stop it.
The sweet wind stopped. The woman known as Twilight Suzuka put down her sword, and he put down his. She took one step forward, then two, carefully calculating has he held out the book as hers for the taking. He was too intrigued with her to notice. He was too intrigued in this mysterious woman to notice the dark figure that seemed to just come from the sky. Intrigued.
It came fast. The figure seemed to come from thin air, and Suzuka only had time to turn her eyes to look as it came down hard on her, throwing her away from the scene and onto the ground. Zechs had no time to even breathe as the figure walked straight to him. The platinum-blonde-haired man had only time to look down as a knife was thrust deep into his stomach. He looked up, and met the eyes of the figure who had cast the blow. The figure held a sinister smile on a pale face, as he twisted the knife within Zechs' stomach, and then pulled it out. Even though this happened within the span of five seconds, this gave Suzuka enough time to go back and take her boken from where it lay on the ground. The figure snatched the book from Zechs' hand, and then backed away behind him, as he turned to face Suzuka.
Zechs' eyes were wide as he dropped to his knees. The wound was deep, made wider by the twist in the knife. Crimson blood flowed through his fingers; his life touched the asphalt and spread like wildfire. But still his eyes watched the scene which was about to come into play.
Twilight Suzuka only looked to Zechs once, and once was all she needed. She could tell by a wound how long a person might live, and she could tell that this man was not going to live long. Ten minutes at most, if left untreated. She had only limited time if she was to kill this man.
The figure drew his sword in a fluid movement, rushing for Suzuka. She parried the blow easily with her boken, jumping from her right foot to spin in the air, and then land behind him. She thrust her boken into the figure's back, but found that she had only hit air. It was as if the figure had simply disappeared, but in fact, he had not. He was trying to pull the same trick on her, and she had the wits enough to duck to the ground as straight above her head, the steel sword was thrust. With a flexible movement only a woman of skill could hope to achieve, she used her right had as support as she twisted her lower body upwards within a millisecond, capturing the sword between her ankles. She jumped into the air, drawing her legs in a jerking movement so that the sword hung in the air in front of her for a moment as she too, stayed in the air. In another fluid movement, she grabbed the hilt of that sword, and spun to the south to face the figure. As she landed, she had the steel sword with the tip directly to his neck, and her boken with the tip directly to his stomach. This entire feat was finished in a total of five seconds.
The figure's sinister smile was gone, but he had no time to plead for mercy as she pushed her left arm forward, thrusting his own sword into his neck and out behind him. His eyes were wide, and the sound of choking along with the movement of blood within the back of his throat was sickening as he fell onto his back, forcing the back of the sword to be pushed out of his neck with the force that he fell with. His body twitched, but only once, as his hand dropped to his side with the book being released.
Suzuka kneeled down by the mystery assassin's corpse, and took the book, without even bothering to take the cloak away to find out who he even was. When she stood, her eyes turned to Zechs, who now lied within the middle of the road, silent save for his breathing. He had been through pain before, and it was not the pain that bothered him. He was a soldier, but he did not contain any special ability. Anything cut will bleed, and he was bleeding his life away. His focus was blurring, and the last thing he remembered seeing was a beautiful woman kneeling by his dying form.
AN – What you say? All your base are belong to us? What happens to Zechs, you wonder? I don't know, actually. I haven't written the next chapter, so you get to wait. =P Please no flames, I did write this in the wee hours of a school morning. I hope you all like it, I thought it contained a fair amount of action.
