Schwarz Blitz 12
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"Nice to see you're still here," Aki jeered, regarding the state Makoto was currently in. The sneer on her face only meant she was enjoying the sight of the younger girl in blood and bruises. Her eyes darkened in deeper disappointment when she recognised the four men known as Schwarz. "Shame on you for backing HER up. My father will be so disappointed."
"She isn't our concern as a matter of fact," Crawford replied as he stepped forward. "We're only here because you and your father are our main targets."
What was this all supposed to mean? Makoto's mind was completely confused. Great! So if she wasn't Crawford's concern, she could just walk out of here, right? However she would still be chased by Aki for a longer period of time, wouldn't she? Anyway what *did* Aki's father have to do with this? Was he a greedy bastard who wanted something from Schwarz? Oracle seemed to be a mind reader when he answered Makoto's question spontaneously. "Aki, your father doesn't deserve to take over Estet. The organisation functions perfectly well as it is."
Aki crossed the street towards them, still holding out her gun threateningly. "Let me tell you something, Schwarz. People like you don't deserve to be here, in MY town. My father is wealthy enough to take over any place, including the freak school you all attended to."
/What school does she mean?/ Makoto didn't stop to realise she was turning to Schuldig for an answer and knew he could pick up her thought.
/She's talking about Rosenkreuß/ The German replied then decided to comment to Aki. "You know, you talk too much," he remarked /You just want to get into Crawford's pants, right?/. Aki switched her heavily eye-shadowed gaze from Crawford to Schuldig. Well that little insult undoubtedly caught her attention all right. Did Mastermind insult her? Of course he did. It was his way of pissing her off. She was a true bitch. The word was across her forehead. Besides, women like Aki didn't have much class and anything to talk about except their hair. Schuldig naturally would have chosen Makoto to Aki when it came to deciding who was the best victim for mind games. Makoto's mind had more paths to explore.
Crawford was lucky to have had a vision of Estet being in a crisis two months ago and had prepared the little mission beforehand for Schwarz to investigate. Although their encounters with Weiß had become so little, nothing stopped them from doing the same sort of job as those boys did, which was to stop anything strange or dangerous from growing. Schwarz operated differently when it came to eliminating their targets. They had psychic powers. Weiss only had their weapons and their strategic minds.
"Since you're saying you want to get rid of anyone who's a freak." Makoto pushed herself forward from in between Schuldig and Crawford. "Guess I'm included then."
"Tch I knew you were a freak from the start," Aki said. "I knew you were *jealous* when you saw me talking to these two men here." She winked to Crawford. Schuldig thought he was going to laugh uncontrollably as he watched Aki flirt in a stupid way. He was right on that comment. She only wanted Mr Honda to take over Estet so she could have the American all to herself. But Crawford was a smart bastard and wouldn't be interested at all in this lady. He would be more concerned in destroying the targets and getting the job done.
Makoto refused to let a flush of embarrassment get to her tonight. She would have one captivated audience, in the form of four strange Bishounen who all acted individually in their group. She wasn't jealous when she saw Aki with them. She made that statement full of determination and to the point. Makoto thought the boss looked ridiculous while trying to flirt with Crawford. Anyone in the café could tell Oracle didn't give any shit about the woman. She was a complete nobody who had two sides to her. Makoto knew her cheeks had already started to heat up helplessly and her jade eyes slowly looked over to Schuldig, who was raising his eyebrows at her intriguingly. Shit now he would have more annoying crap to say to her later on.
"Look who cares about jealousy, Aki? I think you and I both want a piece of each other so let's get it on." Makoto swiftly moved into a front stance. She shortly swore when she felt a small stab of pain in her lower back.
"Ha, you're hurt," Aki said happily and covered a giggle. "This ought to be a piece of cake." Crawford gestured to his team members to leave the two women alone. Farfarello and Nagi were puzzled at this surprising move but didn't say anything as they obediently walked away as their leader instructed.
/You're kidding, right?/ Schuldig said as the other three members started to walk away /Why are we leaving her with the bitch?/.
/Aki is Makoto's target now/ Crawford insisted /We're going to drive to her father's office and 'deal' with him/. The orange haired man uncertainly observed the raring Japanese female who was keen to take out her latest opponent tonight. He'd seen her with the puncture from her back and knew she'd be physically weak during the fight. Surely Farfarello was being more than too convincing from that attack. But Berserker had to do something to convince the other two assassins that he and Prodigy were on their side and were having fun giving Makoto a hard time.
/Schuldig, we'll come back once we finish our other business/ Crawford said. Mastermind sighed and followed after the Schwarz leader silently. Jeez, she was getting into *his* head too much now, wasn't she? Did Makoto care that the four men who had been standing behind her had disappeared? Her head was still looking straight ahead at the other woman giving her a death glare.
"What's so funny?" Makoto asked as she watched Aki laugh out loud in an outrageously hideous sound. Aki's gun seemed to be pointing sharply past Makoto's head. If this was supposed to be a children's game where one person looked away while the other stole something off them or hit them in the face then it wasn't working well in Makoto's opinion. She wasn't in the mood to play kids' games. What she cared the most was to start a worthwhile pummel.
"Looks like your bodyguards have left you," Aki answered. Alarmed, Makoto swirled her head round. Four figures had disappeared without her noticing a minute ago. They were like ninjas, disappearing into the darkness without any sound and as though they were shadows. Aki was probably thrilled to see Makoto in a lot of inconvenience. This meant a better chance to kill her in one go now that Schwarz had gone somewhere. All this evidence was telling Makoto that this was a set-up. Schwarz had sent her to be killed by Aki.
They had to be acting in front of her to create a show. And Schuldig saving her was a meaningless scene. Everything she had said or did with the German was nothing. Fuck she was almost starting to like the guy too. How ridiculous could she be? She decided to deal with those four guys later and focus her concentration on this woman. Unfortunately Makoto had become a victim in this little children's game and received a heavy blow to the head, swelling her last bruise on her cheek to a fresher colour, thanks to the handle of Aki's gun. Damn she couldn't believe she let herself be fooled by a classic game that kids loved to tease each other with.
"Careless, aren't you?" Aki hissed nastily. "People fall for that trick every time." She smiled sadistically almost reminding Makoto of Crawford's infamous grin. She pushed her head back forward after taking in the new pain in her cheek. That was a pretty rough hit and not only did her cheek ache but more blood had begun to spread throughout the inside of her mouth again.
"You're gonna regret fighting me, you know!" Makoto said, twisting her jaw and hearing it crack. Aki held her gun out still, unaffected by the girl's warning. In other words, her face was saying 'Yeah like I believe you.' "I mean it, Aki. You don't know what I can do. Apart from cook, that is."
"Show me what you REALLY are capable of then," Aki encouraged. What the hell? She's trying to sound like Crawford Makoto thought surprisingly. Well if she wanted a piece of a former Sailor Senshi then she was about to get it.
Makoto shrugged her shoulders innocently. Without saying anything else, she punched Aki on the nose, enjoying the nasal bone crack against her fist. That was how real pain should be inflicted. To be honest the smack to the cheek wasn't THAT painful. OK it was at first but it went away in a matter of seconds soon after Makoto had to admit. The previous pain she had gone through tonight had made her more tolerant to any new attacks. Geez that sounded unusual out in the open. Aki winced as she felt her flattened nose. Ruby red stains started to trickle to her upper lip.
"Oh my…" She could only say then suddenly cried. "You…you broke my fucking nose. Grr, you're gonna pay for what you just did."
"How can I? You don't pay me enough on my salary," Makoto amusedly admitted, able to catch Aki curse her in between gritted teeth. Now that was a predictable reaction. Hey if she weren't careful she would break a tooth from applying too much pressure in her jaws. Makoto prepared a block as she noticed Aki was about to attack with her gun handle again. Their hands pressed against each other powerfully. The former Sailor Senshi couldn't believe this woman had some sort of strength inside of her. Was she a fighter as well? Why would she be hiding it? Makoto wasn't hiding her true skill in front of her bitchy manageress. This wasn't the kitchen. She wasn't showing her cooking skills. This was a fight using her bare hands. The hands that performed remarkably with cutting food and stirring liquids in saucepans.
Maybe it was the anger these two females had towards each other that made their strength strong. Yes, this could be the answer, couldn't it?
"This may sound a little late to say but we don't have to do this," Makoto blurted out as she struggled to push the gun away from her face. Aki didn't seem to have heard her kind suggestion and wouldn't loosen the tight handgrip. Looked like she wasn't willing to stop this hand-wrestling match until someone gave up. Well it was worth a try Makoto thought. Looked like she had to be serious with her manageress. Hell she shouldn't be calling Aki that. Who gave a shit about politeness? Now that Makoto knew for sure that Aki was truly a nasty-minded woman and had a right to be impolite. She was permitted to call the woman a bitch.
"OK that's it!" Makoto furiously remarked and slammed her body against Aki, pushing them both into a clothes shop window. The sound of shattering glass was so loud the vibration had spread down the rest of the street. Anyone could hear it from their apartment windows close by. After landing on the carpet inside the empty shop, Makoto released her hand from Aki's and started to punch mightily all over her face. Aki's helpless face switched from left to right as she forcefully let the facial attacks take its toll from the younger Japanese girl. Makoto was right about what she said. Aki didn't know what this cook could secretly do. She was a strong fighter whose fists were like powerful bricks.
Makoto's hands had switched from smashing the face to shaking Aki's shoulders and slamming her back onto the hard surface of the carpet. Her brain wasn't thinking properly while she continued to pummel the super bitch. There was no mention of stopping the assault. She just kept on punishing the woman non-stop with her fighting spirit. This was what you had to suffer if you pissed a Sailor Senshi off and particularly when it was Makoto you were messing with. Sailor Jupiter was the Sailor Senshi of Protection and didn't tolerate people attacking her friends or herself with brutality.
Makoto began to grab long sharp glass bits to scratch Aki all over her face, arms and stomach. She didn't care that her own hand was bleeding by the sharp surface of the glass piece she was holding as a make-believe weapon. She wanted to take out this mean lady lying in front of her, make her feel the pain she had created to people she was horrid towards, including the other waitresses. Talking would have been the more likely decision she would have chosen as the last resort. But pummelling Aki was the top choice Makoto would have wanted and here she was, doing just that. Her wish had come true at last and she had a good reason for beating this woman on the ground.
She wanted to see Aki battered, bleeding and crying. And it was all happening for real. Time had surpassed swiftly during the moment of punishment Makoto had taken part in. It may have been short but hell the damage she had done was immense. The sight of Aki bleeding with scratches and bruises was unbelievable. She looked worse than Makoto did. Wasn't this what the former Sailor Senshi wanted, see Aki bleed in suffering? Makoto's mind flashed back to the early hours of day.
"You want to see Aki bleed, don't you?" Schuldig had told her in the bar. What a pure chance! He was telling the truth! Makoto thought realistically. Her breathing had become fast and unequal when she realised the position she was in. Her hand was in the air, still clutching the jagged glass piece. Her own blood was trickling down her arm – not that she felt any pain. She wanted to see more blood leak from Aki. More blood meant more delight in torture. Schuldig could see the desire of violence before Makoto could.
Aki's enlarged eyes had the word FEAR screaming out. Was she really scared of Makoto? This was good. Oh it was definitely a good sign to say she wanted to give up.
"You're a bitch, Aki," Makoto said and dropped the bloodstained glass back to the ground. "We could have been friends from the beginning. But no you wanted to give me and the other girls a hard time just because you thought you were the boss! Pathetic!"
"You and Schwarz shouldn't have come to my town. I would have been nicer to you if you weren't such a freak," Aki rudely replied back and coughed up blood from her mouth. Hearing that sort of comment always made Makoto believe she was an outcast. She wasn't deformed on the outside like a Youma. The real identity was what she couldn't show to the public. She may not be a true Sailor Senshi anymore but the role from the past was still within her. To everyone else they thought she was a human who was just gifted in the talent she had shown in the kitchen and the fighting arena.
"You and your father are going to the police, Aki and you're gonna tell them what you've been up to," Makoto insisted. "It will make your life easier and you won't be punished any more." Aki's eyes grew more largely with worry. Guess the word 'punish' was something she didn't want to endure more of tonight. One look into Makoto's emerald irises and Aki knew she would have to go through more pain from the young cook. It wasn't worth the risk. Makoto had proven she was serious in fighting Aki.
"I have no choice, do I?" Aki murmured, wincing briefly from the pain in her body. Looked like she was doing the right thing in agreeing with Makoto, who had proven she was superior in the battle zone tonight. Aki had lost. She had to admit it. The two assassins she had hired had failed their duty and the ones known as Schwarz had betrayed her. Makoto slowly lifted her body up from Aki. The pain had come back into her body once the adrenalin wore off. Her hands had become runny and wet from the fresh blood leaking, even though it had lessened in quantity. She had won this fight - only by a close call though. Celebration would be done once she got back home after a nice shower to nurse her battered physique.
"Hey, Makoto," Aki beckoned. The longhaired brunette looked up from observing her own injuries when she heard name being called. Makoto's main thought was what Aki would want to say as her last minute plea. But she wasn't able to get a straight answer when something small flew into her left shoulder. Oh damn she forgot about Aki's gun that had been lying on the floor after she threw it out of Aki's hand while punching her face. Suddenly a sharp scrape flew across her stomach. It was Makoto's turn to see her blood spray across the room. She was bleeding heavily again.
"W-why? You could have…" Her hands clasped firmly on her punctured abdomen. She needed surgery to fix her stomach. This was the second time this part had been attacked again. Aki forced her onto her knees and looked down. Her eyes had changed from being scared to being sadistic. That was who she was. Aki dropped the empty gun to the floor and grabbed a fresh glass piece.
"I'm gonna do what you did to me," She taunted and aimed the glass into Makoto's chest. The target was the heart. Makoto knew it. The woman wanted her dead. She was more than a mere nuisance to the manageress. The so-called rivalry she had had to put up with was making Aki do something drastic. "Sayonara." Roaring, she pulled her arm back to prepare her deadly stab into the helpless victim. Makoto didn't have to wear hearing aids to know Aki was laughing. She awaited the end to her live body patiently in her kneeling position. However a last minute idea came. She had to pick her glass piece up. It was right next to her hand. All Makoto had to do was pick up and stick into Aki's stomach. Then it would be all over.
This was going to be one of the biggest regrets Makoto was going to encounter. But it was the only way to stop Aki from going more insane. She knew she could grab the glass near her. She was a fighter and Aki wasn't. Taking her eyes away from the woman, Makoto swiftly drew the jagged glass into her hand and did what she had to do. And that was to stab her in one shot. However the target wasn't the heart. It was across Aki's neck, which meant an instant kill. Makoto watched her choke and her hand reached to the long scrape across her throat. The redness in the blood was richly bright like the petals of a freshly bloomed rose.
No sound came from her open mouth when she attempted to speak in her kneeling position. It was obvious what she was trying to say. She had said the word 'Bitch' before dropping to the carpet, which now had a deep red colour rather than its usual cream coloured surface. Although Makoto's blood had dried onto her hands it had become stained yet again with Aki's blood and this only meant that she had become something sinister. She was officially a murderer. This wasn't how she expected her desire to fight to turn out. Had her craving taken her too far?
"Oh man…" Makoto whispered guiltily.
"Gott, look at the mess," Schuldig's familiar German tone came from behind her. Makoto pulled two of her front strands out of her eyes as she turned around to see the same four figures reappear in the night.
Crawford examined the dead body on the carpet. His light brown eyes squinted behind the thin rims of his glasses. "She's dead. The slice to the neck was an instant kill. Not bad…"
"Well, Fraulein, guess we underestimated you," Schuldig joked. Makoto still glared at him and Crawford. She looked angrier than Oracle did on a bad day. "What's wrong? You killed Aki. You should be celebrating, right?"
"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!!!!!!" Makoto shrieked heatedly. Her fists pulled into the air and the crackling sound of electricity emerged. She was going to take out Schuldig and Crawford for making a mess out of her. The guilt inside of the Japanese girl disappeared. Her mind had now become full of anger just like the first time she met them. Aki was one problem. Now she had another. She wanted to beat the hell out these guys. They set her up and she was going to get them back.
TBC.
Regarding the flames on Usagi Mary Sues okay D-chan said she didn't remember flaming my story because someone was using her name and she normally signs in when reviewing stories. She apologized anyhow. Just want to let you know that you guys don't have to worry too much and get any angrier now, ok? Everything is sorted out. But D-chan's points on there being millions of Mary Sues in Usagi at the crossovers section are all agreeable and make plenty of sense to me FYI. So I hope everything is cool now.