Title: Blutige Blume: Shadow Hunters
Author: Katt-chan
Rating: PG-13, may become R for violence later...
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Weiss Kreuz, kay? I DO own the rights to this assassin group though, but I wouldn't mind other people using them, even as villains! Just ask me first!
Note: The usage of the original characters in this fic by others is ABSOLUTLY PROHIBBITED except to those whom the characters are based off of (and you all know who you are. Most go to school with me!). If you wish to use these characters in any way, shape, or form you must first ask myself and the person they are based off of. Thank you.
"Arg! Damnit, Nilly you idiot!"
"Wha'd she do this time?"
"What she ALWAYS does! Trash our hard drive, practically blow up the monitor, AND to TOP IT BLOODY OFF, deleted that English essay that I spent THREE FUCKING HOURS writing!"
"Shyza, Tek, calm yourself!"
"What's wrong Ai-chan?"
"Nill-chan busted the computer again."
"AGAIN?! That's the third time this month!"
"Hey, come on guys! It's not like I TRY to bust up the computers!"
"I'm very much beginning to doubt that claim, Nilly..."
"Oh shut up Ru!"
It was a typical Sunday morning in the Takahashi Shrine on the outskirts of Tokyo. The sun was just beginning to make its way through the sky, light shining through the leaves of the surrounding forest. Barely audible was the buzz from the bees, hardly penetrating the lush forest, trying to be heard over the trickle of streams and springs, birds and crickets, screams of young teenage girls. The shine itself was several buildings and monuments, everything clean, orderly, and locked up. Within the walls of this home was a commotion to counter the still surroundings.
"Why were you using my computer anyways?!"
Nilly sighed and looked down, not wanting to look at Tek's wrath so early in the morning. "I just wanted to play Crystal Caves..."
Tek glared at her friend, fists clenched and shaking. "You go into 'DOS'! You press 'programs.run'! You type in 'caves_cc'! You type in 'cc1'! HOW DIFFICULT IS THAT?!"
Ai sighed as she flipped a warm crepe onto the plate next to her, which already had a mini-tower of the thin pancakes on it and placed it onto the table. "Tek, calm down, leave Nilly alone, and eat! You have three ceremonies and two classes today and we still have to get ready."
Tek sighed and took a crepe off the plate, dumping cinnamon, sugar, and banana slices into it. "But my REPORT--"
"Is fine," finished Ru, coming into the kitchen and looking pleased with herself. "She didn't delete the hard drive, she just accidentally put a wall up. I tore it down."
Tek was out of her seat and glomping her computer-genius friend in a matter of nano-seconds. "THANK YOU! You are a goddess on high!"
Ru smiled and tried to push her friend. "Tek, I kinda need to move..."
"Tek! Ru!" Ai snapped impatiently. "Food. Eat. Now! And that goes for you too, Nilly!"
Nilly grinned as she filled her crepe with whipped cream and chocolate sauce. "So I didn't totally bust up the computer?"
Ru looked at Nilly with skeptical look. "No, of course not."
Nilly's eyebrows raised, as she had apparently not caught the sarcasm in her friend's voice that morning. "Really?"
"Yea, other than you have to pay for a new scanner since you shorted ours with all the viruses you inserted," Ru replied, smirking, and biting into a strawberry-caramel crepe.
Ai smiled, eating her Kinder-Egg crepe as Nilly moaned and complained at having to spend even MORE on replacement technological parts.
It was a good thing assassination paid well.
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Blutige Blume: Sonnenaufgang
Bloody Flower: Sunrise
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"And today's top story, President of the Department of Foreign Affairs, Mitztashi Hakkani, was found dead last night in his apartment in the Tokyo Area. Mitztashi-san was murdered by what authorities believe to be either terrorists or assassins, though no definite conclusions have been drawn."
Ken glanced up at the small television in the Koneko's kitchen, pausing his cutting of vegetables to look at the newscaster. Mitztashi Hakkani was well known to be extremely paranoid of terrorists and assassins, keeping a large bodyguard around him at all time. The man was nearly untouchable...
"His fifteen bodyguards, who have yet to be identified, were also found dead in varying areas of the same building, some still in their cars. The manners of their death are unconfirmed, though no weapons seem to have been found and many look to have been caused by varying types of blades, one victim sporting evidence of a whip. However, some where found bleeding from their ears or poisoned."
Ken put down the knife and leaned against the counter. It had to have been more than one person who pulled this off... The manners of death for these men were too different from the others to have been one person. Was it Schwartz, perhaps...? No... It didn't seem their style to use so many forms, and besides, it never mentioned any of them being shot. Mastermind and Oracle both used guns...
"Hakkani-san himself was found with wounds on his body that showed something sharp, such as a knife, had been holding him against the wall while the death blow, a deep gash to his throat, nearly decapitating him, was given. The blades were no where to be found, but this is all we were able to gather until the authorities declared that media must leave the crime scene. We hope to bring you more news as this mysterious assassination case continues."
Frowning, Ken turned off the television and picked up his knife, continuing to cut veggies, though his mind was on the assassination. There had been several assassinations of different high-up businessmen lately, all with strange and unexplainable deaths. No weapons were ever found, no fingerprints were left, and there was never any arrest... It was possible they'd soon have a mission to find and kill these assassins... After all, wasn't it Weiss' job to take care of the Dark Beasts that could not be convicted by the police?
"Morning Ken-kun!" Ken turned and smiled at Omi as the young boy came into the kitchen, taking off his flower-shop apron and stealing one of the carrots he hadn't sliced yet. "What's for lunch?"
"Stir fry..." Ken said, turning his thoughts back to what he was cutting after narrowly missing taking off a finger.
Omi looked over at the black television, lowering his voice. "Another was killed today..." he murmured. "That makes five so far... All powerful men..."
Ken nodded as he dumped the raw vegetables into the pan that was already cooking the chicken. "I have a feeling Manx'll be by any day now with a new mission tape..."
Omi nodded, glancing out towards the flower shop where Yohji was attempting to get a date from several women who were over 18. Aya was quite calmly watering flowers, though Omi could tell he was getting irritated from all the girls swarming around him. Saturdays were the worst when it came to all the girls... No school, so some spent their whole day in the Koneko drooling and not making a purchase.
Omi sighed as he chewed on his carrot. "...In two weeks I'll be back to school..."
Ken smiled. "Hai...(yes) But you'll be a senior this year!" Ken snickered as he added soy sauce to the lunch. "But you'll STILL be the shortest kid in the school!"
"Hey!" Ken felt something hit the side of his head, probably the carrot, as Omi glowered at his friend. "I am NOT the shortest in the school! They're plenty of kids who are shorter than me!"
Ken rolled his eyes playfully and stuck out his tongue at the smaller boy, deciding to annoy him with the much-hated nickname of doom! "Sure, whatever you say Chibi!"
"Ah, are hearts only meant to lie...? Are people just puppets of fate...?
Ai looked over at her friend Ru, who was busy typing away at the computer with her headphones over her ears, blaring the music she loved so much. The blue-eyed girl's eyes were glued to the computer screen, flicking back and forth at the strange type that no one but she could read. No one could do as much with a computer as Ru, especially hacking and decoding. They all had their strengths... And weaknesses that were made up for in other things.
That was only one of the many reasons why they were such a good assassin team.
Ai sighed as she went back to her vase of roses, arranging the stems and blossoms into a lovely pattern among the ochrids and violets. The rose in her hand was red, a natural red rose... She didn't see that as often as she saw a white one drenched in blood.
Blutige Blume... Or rather "Bloody Flower" in German... It was the name of the team she had assembled at the small shrine outside the city, a name that described them well. There was so much blood on their hands from their victims, innocent or not, that their chances for getting into Heaven went they left that world were practically non-existent. They were assassins, cold-blooded killers who left white flowers drenched in their victim's blood at each killing sight. It was their mascot, their calling card, so to say. The bloods of the innocents would drown them in hell for all eternity, making them feel the pain and sorrow they have created.
But they knew that from the day they started, so it made little difference to them now.
"Ai?"
Ai looked up at her friend Tek, who was standing in the doorway, arms crossed. "You haven't seen my sunglasses have you?"
Ai shook her head. "No, I haven't. Don't you have an extra pair?"
Tek shook her head. "No... I don't. And I can't go outside without them..." Tek let her head hit the wall. "Damn it... Stupid eye condition... I hate not being able to wear colored contacts... Those sunglasses are annoying."
Sighing, Ai straightened. "Well, you need to wear them, since your eyes aren't exactly common or forgettable. I'll pick you a pair up later, if you need me to."
Tek nodded, sighed, and pushed some of her silver locks out of her face. "How're the orders coming?"
Ai sighed as she went back to arranging the flowers into their complicated patterns. "Alright... I should have them done by Friday, but we'll need to get some more flowers before then..."
"Will they last that long?" Both girls turned as Nilly walked into the room, wearing a robe since she'd just come out of a shower. "The flowers, I mean. That's five days."
Ai shook her head. "Not if Ru keeps their life-force up."
"What about me?" Ru asked, taking off her headphones and turning the music of.
"Nothing, Ru. So, finished decoding the message yet?" Ai asked, not looking up as her skilled fingers worked the delicate plants.
Ru grinned and nodded. "Yup. Get your clothes on girls, we get paid extra if we get it done tonight!"
"What?!" Nilly asked. "But I just got CLEAN! You mean I have to get all bloody right after I've had a nice, relaxing, stress-free shower?!"
Ai raised an eyebrow and tore her eyes from her work. "But you just finished the mission message. What about the research?"
"They included practically everything..." Tek breathed as she looked over Ru's shoulder at the screen. "The hotel... the room... stats... number of guards... everything!"
"Yea, but we get paid more money if we take this guy out tonight, since his big meeting is tomorrow. If he dies tonight and his place his filled in with his replacement, then his competition who is generously hiring us is a sure-fire win in the elections." Ru explained all this quite calmly while standing up and stretching. Sitting for hours decoding things made her sore...
"Ah, voting times are so profitable for people like us..." Ai sighed happily, standing up and brushing leaves off of her jeans. "Shall we be going, ladies?"
"ASSISTANCE! ASSISTANCE! BACKUP REQU --" The guard was cut off abruptly as he felt sharp paints in his neck as something tightened around it. His hands rose to tear it away, but he abruptly pulled them back when he felt pain in them as well, blood gushing out from several holes in his hands.
Spikes...?
"Now, now Hun!" an amused female voice whispered in his ear. "I can't have you making things more complicated then they already are!" With a slight giggle the whip circling the man neck was pulled with incredible force, impaling his skin with the 'thorns' even worse, and snapping the neck with a sickening CRACK.
The two-way radio was left on the ground, forgotten. "Charlie?! Charlie, what's going on down there?!"
"Charlie?! CHARLIE, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" The man looked at his radio, wondering what had happened to his friend. Pocketing the silent piece of machinery, he turned to go down to the bottom floor and check.
"Hold on!" an annoyed female voice called. "You're not going anywhere!"
The guard frantically looked around, but in the dimly lit room there was nothing much to see. "W-w-who's there?!"
"A pissed off assassin!" the annoyed voice answered. "Do you know how hard it is to kill twenty seven guards all on the same floor?! Thank god you're the last one..."
The man screamed in pain as something silver whipped out and hit his arm. Wait.... HIS ARM! The man looked in horror at the limb on the floor, and then looked up to only see a girl smiling and holding another silver object, drenched in blood at his throat.
Was that thing...a fan?
"Goodnight, and good riddance!"
The next instant there was a head on the floor, and a cheerful assassin walking away.
The young guard sighed as he lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, inhaling the fetal fumes. He was bored out of his mind... After all, who was crazy enough to attack his employer, will all the security he had hired? He was in for a long, boring night....
"You know, that habit is going to kill you someday, my love..."
The guard looked up and his eyes met a girl with stunning eyes, so blue they were almost....glowing. "Who are you?!" the guard asked, frowning.
"I'm a hunter. And you're the hunted," she answered, raising a katana. "But it's not like the dead need remember such things."
The man stared at the gleaming eyes, too stunned to even move. Those glowing orbs were hypnotic... He couldn't move his own eyes from their beauty, nor did he have any desire to. He just wanted to gaze into them forever.
"You men are all the same..." the girl muttered irritably as she impaled his heart and his body went limp. "Pathetic..."
Takakura looked out at the city from his balcony, wondering what the outcome of tomorrow's meeting would be. It was late, and he should probably have gotten to bed a long time ago, but he was too restless to sleep. What would happen? Would he gain the counsel's favor? Or would his competition move forward another space, eliminating him from the game all together?
"Rather pathetic men you've hired..." came a drawling female voice. Takakura whirled around, but no one was in the doorway. He blinked in confusion. "Up here."
Takakura looked up and gasped. Crouching on the edge of the roof only ten feet above him was a girl, shadowed from the moon behind her and something large and black producing from her body. Wings!
"Who....who are you?! What do you mean?" He stuttered bravely as he stared in awe.
"I'm a Bleeding Angel...." The girl said slowly, raising her hand, which had several sharp blades in it. "And I mean that my friends have already made corpses out of your little guard..."
Takakura's eyes widened in fear, eyes darting between the girl's shadowed face and her weapons. "No....NO! IT CAN'T BE!"
"....Die." A rain of silver fell upon the man, cutting, shearing and slicing. Impaling his body as though he were made of air. The balcony was soaked with blood before he even hit the ground, and it spilled over the edge for the rest of the night.
"Another strange murder has just occurred," reported the newscaster. "All guards in the hotel were found dead, many of the caused unknown. One of the men running for Minister of Japan, Takakura Machino, was also found murdered. The authorities only have one clue as to the culprit, which also links them to the other recent cases. Another rose was found at the site, a perfect white one, stained red with Takakura Machino's blood."
Blutige Blume.
A bloody flower.
Author: Katt-chan
Rating: PG-13, may become R for violence later...
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Weiss Kreuz, kay? I DO own the rights to this assassin group though, but I wouldn't mind other people using them, even as villains! Just ask me first!
Note: The usage of the original characters in this fic by others is ABSOLUTLY PROHIBBITED except to those whom the characters are based off of (and you all know who you are. Most go to school with me!). If you wish to use these characters in any way, shape, or form you must first ask myself and the person they are based off of. Thank you.
"Arg! Damnit, Nilly you idiot!"
"Wha'd she do this time?"
"What she ALWAYS does! Trash our hard drive, practically blow up the monitor, AND to TOP IT BLOODY OFF, deleted that English essay that I spent THREE FUCKING HOURS writing!"
"Shyza, Tek, calm yourself!"
"What's wrong Ai-chan?"
"Nill-chan busted the computer again."
"AGAIN?! That's the third time this month!"
"Hey, come on guys! It's not like I TRY to bust up the computers!"
"I'm very much beginning to doubt that claim, Nilly..."
"Oh shut up Ru!"
It was a typical Sunday morning in the Takahashi Shrine on the outskirts of Tokyo. The sun was just beginning to make its way through the sky, light shining through the leaves of the surrounding forest. Barely audible was the buzz from the bees, hardly penetrating the lush forest, trying to be heard over the trickle of streams and springs, birds and crickets, screams of young teenage girls. The shine itself was several buildings and monuments, everything clean, orderly, and locked up. Within the walls of this home was a commotion to counter the still surroundings.
"Why were you using my computer anyways?!"
Nilly sighed and looked down, not wanting to look at Tek's wrath so early in the morning. "I just wanted to play Crystal Caves..."
Tek glared at her friend, fists clenched and shaking. "You go into 'DOS'! You press 'programs.run'! You type in 'caves_cc'! You type in 'cc1'! HOW DIFFICULT IS THAT?!"
Ai sighed as she flipped a warm crepe onto the plate next to her, which already had a mini-tower of the thin pancakes on it and placed it onto the table. "Tek, calm down, leave Nilly alone, and eat! You have three ceremonies and two classes today and we still have to get ready."
Tek sighed and took a crepe off the plate, dumping cinnamon, sugar, and banana slices into it. "But my REPORT--"
"Is fine," finished Ru, coming into the kitchen and looking pleased with herself. "She didn't delete the hard drive, she just accidentally put a wall up. I tore it down."
Tek was out of her seat and glomping her computer-genius friend in a matter of nano-seconds. "THANK YOU! You are a goddess on high!"
Ru smiled and tried to push her friend. "Tek, I kinda need to move..."
"Tek! Ru!" Ai snapped impatiently. "Food. Eat. Now! And that goes for you too, Nilly!"
Nilly grinned as she filled her crepe with whipped cream and chocolate sauce. "So I didn't totally bust up the computer?"
Ru looked at Nilly with skeptical look. "No, of course not."
Nilly's eyebrows raised, as she had apparently not caught the sarcasm in her friend's voice that morning. "Really?"
"Yea, other than you have to pay for a new scanner since you shorted ours with all the viruses you inserted," Ru replied, smirking, and biting into a strawberry-caramel crepe.
Ai smiled, eating her Kinder-Egg crepe as Nilly moaned and complained at having to spend even MORE on replacement technological parts.
It was a good thing assassination paid well.
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Blutige Blume: Sonnenaufgang
Bloody Flower: Sunrise
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"And today's top story, President of the Department of Foreign Affairs, Mitztashi Hakkani, was found dead last night in his apartment in the Tokyo Area. Mitztashi-san was murdered by what authorities believe to be either terrorists or assassins, though no definite conclusions have been drawn."
Ken glanced up at the small television in the Koneko's kitchen, pausing his cutting of vegetables to look at the newscaster. Mitztashi Hakkani was well known to be extremely paranoid of terrorists and assassins, keeping a large bodyguard around him at all time. The man was nearly untouchable...
"His fifteen bodyguards, who have yet to be identified, were also found dead in varying areas of the same building, some still in their cars. The manners of their death are unconfirmed, though no weapons seem to have been found and many look to have been caused by varying types of blades, one victim sporting evidence of a whip. However, some where found bleeding from their ears or poisoned."
Ken put down the knife and leaned against the counter. It had to have been more than one person who pulled this off... The manners of death for these men were too different from the others to have been one person. Was it Schwartz, perhaps...? No... It didn't seem their style to use so many forms, and besides, it never mentioned any of them being shot. Mastermind and Oracle both used guns...
"Hakkani-san himself was found with wounds on his body that showed something sharp, such as a knife, had been holding him against the wall while the death blow, a deep gash to his throat, nearly decapitating him, was given. The blades were no where to be found, but this is all we were able to gather until the authorities declared that media must leave the crime scene. We hope to bring you more news as this mysterious assassination case continues."
Frowning, Ken turned off the television and picked up his knife, continuing to cut veggies, though his mind was on the assassination. There had been several assassinations of different high-up businessmen lately, all with strange and unexplainable deaths. No weapons were ever found, no fingerprints were left, and there was never any arrest... It was possible they'd soon have a mission to find and kill these assassins... After all, wasn't it Weiss' job to take care of the Dark Beasts that could not be convicted by the police?
"Morning Ken-kun!" Ken turned and smiled at Omi as the young boy came into the kitchen, taking off his flower-shop apron and stealing one of the carrots he hadn't sliced yet. "What's for lunch?"
"Stir fry..." Ken said, turning his thoughts back to what he was cutting after narrowly missing taking off a finger.
Omi looked over at the black television, lowering his voice. "Another was killed today..." he murmured. "That makes five so far... All powerful men..."
Ken nodded as he dumped the raw vegetables into the pan that was already cooking the chicken. "I have a feeling Manx'll be by any day now with a new mission tape..."
Omi nodded, glancing out towards the flower shop where Yohji was attempting to get a date from several women who were over 18. Aya was quite calmly watering flowers, though Omi could tell he was getting irritated from all the girls swarming around him. Saturdays were the worst when it came to all the girls... No school, so some spent their whole day in the Koneko drooling and not making a purchase.
Omi sighed as he chewed on his carrot. "...In two weeks I'll be back to school..."
Ken smiled. "Hai...(yes) But you'll be a senior this year!" Ken snickered as he added soy sauce to the lunch. "But you'll STILL be the shortest kid in the school!"
"Hey!" Ken felt something hit the side of his head, probably the carrot, as Omi glowered at his friend. "I am NOT the shortest in the school! They're plenty of kids who are shorter than me!"
Ken rolled his eyes playfully and stuck out his tongue at the smaller boy, deciding to annoy him with the much-hated nickname of doom! "Sure, whatever you say Chibi!"
"Ah, are hearts only meant to lie...? Are people just puppets of fate...?
Ai looked over at her friend Ru, who was busy typing away at the computer with her headphones over her ears, blaring the music she loved so much. The blue-eyed girl's eyes were glued to the computer screen, flicking back and forth at the strange type that no one but she could read. No one could do as much with a computer as Ru, especially hacking and decoding. They all had their strengths... And weaknesses that were made up for in other things.
That was only one of the many reasons why they were such a good assassin team.
Ai sighed as she went back to her vase of roses, arranging the stems and blossoms into a lovely pattern among the ochrids and violets. The rose in her hand was red, a natural red rose... She didn't see that as often as she saw a white one drenched in blood.
Blutige Blume... Or rather "Bloody Flower" in German... It was the name of the team she had assembled at the small shrine outside the city, a name that described them well. There was so much blood on their hands from their victims, innocent or not, that their chances for getting into Heaven went they left that world were practically non-existent. They were assassins, cold-blooded killers who left white flowers drenched in their victim's blood at each killing sight. It was their mascot, their calling card, so to say. The bloods of the innocents would drown them in hell for all eternity, making them feel the pain and sorrow they have created.
But they knew that from the day they started, so it made little difference to them now.
"Ai?"
Ai looked up at her friend Tek, who was standing in the doorway, arms crossed. "You haven't seen my sunglasses have you?"
Ai shook her head. "No, I haven't. Don't you have an extra pair?"
Tek shook her head. "No... I don't. And I can't go outside without them..." Tek let her head hit the wall. "Damn it... Stupid eye condition... I hate not being able to wear colored contacts... Those sunglasses are annoying."
Sighing, Ai straightened. "Well, you need to wear them, since your eyes aren't exactly common or forgettable. I'll pick you a pair up later, if you need me to."
Tek nodded, sighed, and pushed some of her silver locks out of her face. "How're the orders coming?"
Ai sighed as she went back to arranging the flowers into their complicated patterns. "Alright... I should have them done by Friday, but we'll need to get some more flowers before then..."
"Will they last that long?" Both girls turned as Nilly walked into the room, wearing a robe since she'd just come out of a shower. "The flowers, I mean. That's five days."
Ai shook her head. "Not if Ru keeps their life-force up."
"What about me?" Ru asked, taking off her headphones and turning the music of.
"Nothing, Ru. So, finished decoding the message yet?" Ai asked, not looking up as her skilled fingers worked the delicate plants.
Ru grinned and nodded. "Yup. Get your clothes on girls, we get paid extra if we get it done tonight!"
"What?!" Nilly asked. "But I just got CLEAN! You mean I have to get all bloody right after I've had a nice, relaxing, stress-free shower?!"
Ai raised an eyebrow and tore her eyes from her work. "But you just finished the mission message. What about the research?"
"They included practically everything..." Tek breathed as she looked over Ru's shoulder at the screen. "The hotel... the room... stats... number of guards... everything!"
"Yea, but we get paid more money if we take this guy out tonight, since his big meeting is tomorrow. If he dies tonight and his place his filled in with his replacement, then his competition who is generously hiring us is a sure-fire win in the elections." Ru explained all this quite calmly while standing up and stretching. Sitting for hours decoding things made her sore...
"Ah, voting times are so profitable for people like us..." Ai sighed happily, standing up and brushing leaves off of her jeans. "Shall we be going, ladies?"
"ASSISTANCE! ASSISTANCE! BACKUP REQU --" The guard was cut off abruptly as he felt sharp paints in his neck as something tightened around it. His hands rose to tear it away, but he abruptly pulled them back when he felt pain in them as well, blood gushing out from several holes in his hands.
Spikes...?
"Now, now Hun!" an amused female voice whispered in his ear. "I can't have you making things more complicated then they already are!" With a slight giggle the whip circling the man neck was pulled with incredible force, impaling his skin with the 'thorns' even worse, and snapping the neck with a sickening CRACK.
The two-way radio was left on the ground, forgotten. "Charlie?! Charlie, what's going on down there?!"
"Charlie?! CHARLIE, WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!" The man looked at his radio, wondering what had happened to his friend. Pocketing the silent piece of machinery, he turned to go down to the bottom floor and check.
"Hold on!" an annoyed female voice called. "You're not going anywhere!"
The guard frantically looked around, but in the dimly lit room there was nothing much to see. "W-w-who's there?!"
"A pissed off assassin!" the annoyed voice answered. "Do you know how hard it is to kill twenty seven guards all on the same floor?! Thank god you're the last one..."
The man screamed in pain as something silver whipped out and hit his arm. Wait.... HIS ARM! The man looked in horror at the limb on the floor, and then looked up to only see a girl smiling and holding another silver object, drenched in blood at his throat.
Was that thing...a fan?
"Goodnight, and good riddance!"
The next instant there was a head on the floor, and a cheerful assassin walking away.
The young guard sighed as he lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, inhaling the fetal fumes. He was bored out of his mind... After all, who was crazy enough to attack his employer, will all the security he had hired? He was in for a long, boring night....
"You know, that habit is going to kill you someday, my love..."
The guard looked up and his eyes met a girl with stunning eyes, so blue they were almost....glowing. "Who are you?!" the guard asked, frowning.
"I'm a hunter. And you're the hunted," she answered, raising a katana. "But it's not like the dead need remember such things."
The man stared at the gleaming eyes, too stunned to even move. Those glowing orbs were hypnotic... He couldn't move his own eyes from their beauty, nor did he have any desire to. He just wanted to gaze into them forever.
"You men are all the same..." the girl muttered irritably as she impaled his heart and his body went limp. "Pathetic..."
Takakura looked out at the city from his balcony, wondering what the outcome of tomorrow's meeting would be. It was late, and he should probably have gotten to bed a long time ago, but he was too restless to sleep. What would happen? Would he gain the counsel's favor? Or would his competition move forward another space, eliminating him from the game all together?
"Rather pathetic men you've hired..." came a drawling female voice. Takakura whirled around, but no one was in the doorway. He blinked in confusion. "Up here."
Takakura looked up and gasped. Crouching on the edge of the roof only ten feet above him was a girl, shadowed from the moon behind her and something large and black producing from her body. Wings!
"Who....who are you?! What do you mean?" He stuttered bravely as he stared in awe.
"I'm a Bleeding Angel...." The girl said slowly, raising her hand, which had several sharp blades in it. "And I mean that my friends have already made corpses out of your little guard..."
Takakura's eyes widened in fear, eyes darting between the girl's shadowed face and her weapons. "No....NO! IT CAN'T BE!"
"....Die." A rain of silver fell upon the man, cutting, shearing and slicing. Impaling his body as though he were made of air. The balcony was soaked with blood before he even hit the ground, and it spilled over the edge for the rest of the night.
"Another strange murder has just occurred," reported the newscaster. "All guards in the hotel were found dead, many of the caused unknown. One of the men running for Minister of Japan, Takakura Machino, was also found murdered. The authorities only have one clue as to the culprit, which also links them to the other recent cases. Another rose was found at the site, a perfect white one, stained red with Takakura Machino's blood."
Blutige Blume.
A bloody flower.