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Your words can mean just a whisper,
Your face is so unclear.
I try to pay attention,
But the words just disappear.
Oh, `cause it's always raining in my head.
Oh, forget the things I should have said.
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Suzuka sat in darkness, save for the warming glow of the fire in front of her. She sat in a wooden chair, with her boken leaning against the un-polished wood. Her ebony eyes stared straight into the flames, reflecting their luminescent glow. She was confused, hurt, and even sad. He had had no reason to do what he did, and she had no reason to react to it, but she did. She now realized that she did not want to kill him, she couldn't know, and she cursed herself for it. She had never backed out of a job because she had never broken the `golden rule', to get attached to who she was contracted to kill.
She stood, slowly at first. Her eyes never blinked, nor did they leave the flame as she reached down and took the boken from the floor and into her hand. She had come to a decision, one that would save both her and Zechs as well from doing what she knew she could not do. She would kill the man who gave her the contract, and solve the problem.
A man named Treize Khushrenada.
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A dark-crimson liquid stained the sides of the wine glass, as Treize's hand moved to circulate the wine within the glass. He too, was sitting in front of a burning fire, in which every now and then he would take his eyes away from the flame to take a sip of the well-aged liquid. To the side of him, on a desk, sat his laptop, in which information about someone was being displayed. Over, and over, the same information, the same pictures, touched the screen, and then faded away. He watched the screen far more than the flame, far too interested in the person displayed to take his eyes from her. He was fascinated by this woman, this, assassin who he had hired. He knew, he knew that the bastard would have the charm to take her away from her work.
"I know you all too well, Zechs. You charmed her out of it. It seems that I have more work to do than I thought," he said as he took a drink of the wine, and then set the empty glass down. Slowly, he reached out his hand, and flipped the laptop off. He did not have much information, the past of this girl could not be found in any of his records. However, he had her house under constant surveillance. He had seen Zechs and her enter the house, stay, and leave.
This angered him beyond belief.
"Tsk, tsk, Suzuka..." He said, as he stood. His pale hand reached out, and pressed a small, red button after lifting the lid. He had a hunch of what her next move would be, and he would be ready. He would be ready.
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It was early morning, and Zechs stood in his soldier's garb at the foot of Noin's grave. The dirt was still fresh, the headstone still clean. It was only three days ago that she had been alive and well, talking to him... loving him in secret...
"Oh, Noin..." He whispered, as he knelt down in the dirt. "Please forgive me." He touched the dirt, which caved in at his touch. He immediately drew his hand away. The dirt had been disturbed, it seemed to have been dug up then placed back in a hurry, without even packing the black soil back into place. He shook his head quickly. "I'm paranoid..."
Zechs rose, with platinum locks falling into his hardened eyes. He wanted to talk to Suzuka, to explain to her the wrong he had done... But he felt like she would never come back, not after what he did. But she... kissed back. He kept repeating this in his mind, as if a broken record, to know that he did not do what he did all for nothing or for mixed emotions entirely. He couldn't place what it was, but it was something he had never truly felt before, and in truth, he feared it. He feared it more than death, because he had long ago chosen to accept death when it would come to him. He feared it so much, and he did not even know what it was. It ate away at his soul, at his core, which was not used to the fear, which was not used to the feeling of excitement and sensuality. It was all so new to him, and he was not ready for the change.
However, what bothered him as he moved to stand was who would have a contract to kill him, and who would pay Suzuka money to do so. What also vexed him is why she did not take the time to kill him when she had the perfect chance, when they were so close that barely a breath could be breathed, a word uttered out of numb lips. She would have found the perfect time had she done it, but she didn't, and it vexed him to no end. Had she changed? What of her pride?
These thoughts ran rapid through his mind as he walked back to the compound, the wind blowing his hair away from his face, while traveling through the green land...
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The manor was dark, as Suzuka entered using a key that was taken from a soldier who now lay dead at his post. It was quiet... Almost too quiet. Her bare feet made no sound on the green marble floor, she had removed her shoes and hid them upon entry, so as to make less sound. Her garments moved slightly around her ankles, but not a single rustle. She was expecting the place to be filled with soldiers, but the halls were quiet, and dark.
She realized she had fallen into an intricate trap.
Immediately she turned, to go back. Her reflexes were quick, she was able to turn and block a gunshot with her boken. But in the same instant, two strong arms wrapped around her in a choking hold; keeping her arms in place. She did not even have time to realize that her boken was being ripped from her hands, while about twelve more soldiers came from the shadows, with their guns aimed at her.
A voice whispered in her right ear, a voice that she knew all too well. "Why, Suzuka... How nice of you to drop in at such an opportune time. Did you honestly think you could kill me?"
Treize looked to the soldiers, as three grabbed her, while he let go. "Take her to the... questioning room, please. And put her sword somewhere."
She struggled against them, but found it to no avail. They only held her tighter, as she thrashed within their arms that seemed to be made of steel. She couldn't cry out, the walls would echo it, but it would do no good.
About a minute passed, as the soldiers carried her into a room that was completely white, save for the shackles that hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room, and the ones for feet that stayed on the floor. Her eyes widened, she had never been captured before, and from the looks of it, this questioning room went a little further then friendly babble.
As much as she struggled, the soldiers were able to shackle her wrists within the black steel. Her arms remained elevated above her head, her elbows bent slightly. However, before they could shackle her feet, she lashed out with one foot, successfully kicking one of the soldiers in the groin.
"Bitch!" He fell to his knees, groaning with displeasure. "Get her shackled!"
The soldiers did so quickly. Suzuka was completely immobilized. Her feet were shackled to the floor, while her arms were shackled above her head. Her eyes burned with anger at the soldier's backs as they left the room.
`Are they just going to leave me here to die...?'
Her question was proved in vain, as another figure walked through the door. It was Treize, with a confident smile upon his unscathed face. He looked to her, still keeping the smile. "Quite useless without your sword, aren't you? Too bad, too bad... No one is going to come and save you this time. Say la vi."
Suzuka successfully spat on his face, and he simply wiped it away with his sleeve. "Such spirit... Such pride. But of course, pride can be ripped away... As easily as..." He took out a pocket knife, holding it to her chest. "Cloth, for example."
He chuckled softly as he used the knife skillfully, cutting down the front of her garment until her stomach. From that point, he took both sides of the cloth in his hand, and ripped the rest away, so the pieces of white and red cloth lay gathered at her feet. Suzuka felt vulnerable and weak, she only had white cloth tied around her chest, and an undergarment for her bottom half. Her skin was pale, but unscathed as it seemed to stand out more in the completely white room, which now seemed to have no door. Her breath came in heavy gasps, as Treize laughed.
"Not so tough now, I see. But beautiful, might I add."
"If you lay a hand on me I will make sure that you die a thousand deaths." She spat.
"Such strong words..." He said, as he placed a hand on her stomach, and then circled around her, trailing his hand over her skin. She shivered involuntarily; no one had ever touched her like that. Her face was red with humiliation, her body shivering with her own vulnerability. The only sound that could be heard in the room was her own harsh breathing along with his.
"Surrender to me..." He said quietly, seeming to admire her with a distant look in his eyes. "And I will let you free."
"I would rather die."
"So be it." He drew back his hand, and slapped her across the face. Her head stayed to the left from the snap, with her eyes closed.
"I will take you in time. You should have just stayed by the contract... But until then, think about my offer. I have... business to attend to." With that, he turned off the lights, and left the room.
Suzuka cried out softly, in anger and pain. Her eyes could see nothing in the darkness, so she hung with her eyes down cast, defeated and alone.
AN: Please review, make me feel better.
Your words can mean just a whisper,
Your face is so unclear.
I try to pay attention,
But the words just disappear.
Oh, `cause it's always raining in my head.
Oh, forget the things I should have said.
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Suzuka sat in darkness, save for the warming glow of the fire in front of her. She sat in a wooden chair, with her boken leaning against the un-polished wood. Her ebony eyes stared straight into the flames, reflecting their luminescent glow. She was confused, hurt, and even sad. He had had no reason to do what he did, and she had no reason to react to it, but she did. She now realized that she did not want to kill him, she couldn't know, and she cursed herself for it. She had never backed out of a job because she had never broken the `golden rule', to get attached to who she was contracted to kill.
She stood, slowly at first. Her eyes never blinked, nor did they leave the flame as she reached down and took the boken from the floor and into her hand. She had come to a decision, one that would save both her and Zechs as well from doing what she knew she could not do. She would kill the man who gave her the contract, and solve the problem.
A man named Treize Khushrenada.
----
A dark-crimson liquid stained the sides of the wine glass, as Treize's hand moved to circulate the wine within the glass. He too, was sitting in front of a burning fire, in which every now and then he would take his eyes away from the flame to take a sip of the well-aged liquid. To the side of him, on a desk, sat his laptop, in which information about someone was being displayed. Over, and over, the same information, the same pictures, touched the screen, and then faded away. He watched the screen far more than the flame, far too interested in the person displayed to take his eyes from her. He was fascinated by this woman, this, assassin who he had hired. He knew, he knew that the bastard would have the charm to take her away from her work.
"I know you all too well, Zechs. You charmed her out of it. It seems that I have more work to do than I thought," he said as he took a drink of the wine, and then set the empty glass down. Slowly, he reached out his hand, and flipped the laptop off. He did not have much information, the past of this girl could not be found in any of his records. However, he had her house under constant surveillance. He had seen Zechs and her enter the house, stay, and leave.
This angered him beyond belief.
"Tsk, tsk, Suzuka..." He said, as he stood. His pale hand reached out, and pressed a small, red button after lifting the lid. He had a hunch of what her next move would be, and he would be ready. He would be ready.
-----
It was early morning, and Zechs stood in his soldier's garb at the foot of Noin's grave. The dirt was still fresh, the headstone still clean. It was only three days ago that she had been alive and well, talking to him... loving him in secret...
"Oh, Noin..." He whispered, as he knelt down in the dirt. "Please forgive me." He touched the dirt, which caved in at his touch. He immediately drew his hand away. The dirt had been disturbed, it seemed to have been dug up then placed back in a hurry, without even packing the black soil back into place. He shook his head quickly. "I'm paranoid..."
Zechs rose, with platinum locks falling into his hardened eyes. He wanted to talk to Suzuka, to explain to her the wrong he had done... But he felt like she would never come back, not after what he did. But she... kissed back. He kept repeating this in his mind, as if a broken record, to know that he did not do what he did all for nothing or for mixed emotions entirely. He couldn't place what it was, but it was something he had never truly felt before, and in truth, he feared it. He feared it more than death, because he had long ago chosen to accept death when it would come to him. He feared it so much, and he did not even know what it was. It ate away at his soul, at his core, which was not used to the fear, which was not used to the feeling of excitement and sensuality. It was all so new to him, and he was not ready for the change.
However, what bothered him as he moved to stand was who would have a contract to kill him, and who would pay Suzuka money to do so. What also vexed him is why she did not take the time to kill him when she had the perfect chance, when they were so close that barely a breath could be breathed, a word uttered out of numb lips. She would have found the perfect time had she done it, but she didn't, and it vexed him to no end. Had she changed? What of her pride?
These thoughts ran rapid through his mind as he walked back to the compound, the wind blowing his hair away from his face, while traveling through the green land...
---
The manor was dark, as Suzuka entered using a key that was taken from a soldier who now lay dead at his post. It was quiet... Almost too quiet. Her bare feet made no sound on the green marble floor, she had removed her shoes and hid them upon entry, so as to make less sound. Her garments moved slightly around her ankles, but not a single rustle. She was expecting the place to be filled with soldiers, but the halls were quiet, and dark.
She realized she had fallen into an intricate trap.
Immediately she turned, to go back. Her reflexes were quick, she was able to turn and block a gunshot with her boken. But in the same instant, two strong arms wrapped around her in a choking hold; keeping her arms in place. She did not even have time to realize that her boken was being ripped from her hands, while about twelve more soldiers came from the shadows, with their guns aimed at her.
A voice whispered in her right ear, a voice that she knew all too well. "Why, Suzuka... How nice of you to drop in at such an opportune time. Did you honestly think you could kill me?"
Treize looked to the soldiers, as three grabbed her, while he let go. "Take her to the... questioning room, please. And put her sword somewhere."
She struggled against them, but found it to no avail. They only held her tighter, as she thrashed within their arms that seemed to be made of steel. She couldn't cry out, the walls would echo it, but it would do no good.
About a minute passed, as the soldiers carried her into a room that was completely white, save for the shackles that hung from the ceiling in the middle of the room, and the ones for feet that stayed on the floor. Her eyes widened, she had never been captured before, and from the looks of it, this questioning room went a little further then friendly babble.
As much as she struggled, the soldiers were able to shackle her wrists within the black steel. Her arms remained elevated above her head, her elbows bent slightly. However, before they could shackle her feet, she lashed out with one foot, successfully kicking one of the soldiers in the groin.
"Bitch!" He fell to his knees, groaning with displeasure. "Get her shackled!"
The soldiers did so quickly. Suzuka was completely immobilized. Her feet were shackled to the floor, while her arms were shackled above her head. Her eyes burned with anger at the soldier's backs as they left the room.
`Are they just going to leave me here to die...?'
Her question was proved in vain, as another figure walked through the door. It was Treize, with a confident smile upon his unscathed face. He looked to her, still keeping the smile. "Quite useless without your sword, aren't you? Too bad, too bad... No one is going to come and save you this time. Say la vi."
Suzuka successfully spat on his face, and he simply wiped it away with his sleeve. "Such spirit... Such pride. But of course, pride can be ripped away... As easily as..." He took out a pocket knife, holding it to her chest. "Cloth, for example."
He chuckled softly as he used the knife skillfully, cutting down the front of her garment until her stomach. From that point, he took both sides of the cloth in his hand, and ripped the rest away, so the pieces of white and red cloth lay gathered at her feet. Suzuka felt vulnerable and weak, she only had white cloth tied around her chest, and an undergarment for her bottom half. Her skin was pale, but unscathed as it seemed to stand out more in the completely white room, which now seemed to have no door. Her breath came in heavy gasps, as Treize laughed.
"Not so tough now, I see. But beautiful, might I add."
"If you lay a hand on me I will make sure that you die a thousand deaths." She spat.
"Such strong words..." He said, as he placed a hand on her stomach, and then circled around her, trailing his hand over her skin. She shivered involuntarily; no one had ever touched her like that. Her face was red with humiliation, her body shivering with her own vulnerability. The only sound that could be heard in the room was her own harsh breathing along with his.
"Surrender to me..." He said quietly, seeming to admire her with a distant look in his eyes. "And I will let you free."
"I would rather die."
"So be it." He drew back his hand, and slapped her across the face. Her head stayed to the left from the snap, with her eyes closed.
"I will take you in time. You should have just stayed by the contract... But until then, think about my offer. I have... business to attend to." With that, he turned off the lights, and left the room.
Suzuka cried out softly, in anger and pain. Her eyes could see nothing in the darkness, so she hung with her eyes down cast, defeated and alone.
AN: Please review, make me feel better.
