This WAS my first fanfic, and no one reviewed until recently, so I just now
bothered to edit it. Hopefully, people will feel more inclined to review
now...
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He was a tall, striking figure, first seen astride a motorcycle and later within the confines of a hospital, visiting his little sister in a manner not unlike Aya's. Black, body armor molded comfortably to lean muscles and long limbs, always so casual and confident, hair bleached white standing in gelled spikes and eyes.eyes rather like a rose's color, he thought, or at least a late rose. Surreal and loving, not really scarlet, but perhaps a dropping petal of the said flower, no longer in its prime, but still beautifully reddish-brown. Dark. Fair skin made him seem ghostly in the shadows; a crooked grin looked jeering every time it revealed itself to the assassin. His name was Akira - and he was pointing a gun at Ken.
Ken didn't quite know what to think of the current events, eyes wide and breath accelerated, panic pressing in on him as Omi twisted his fists tighter in the back of his shirt, fearful and unbelieving. They weren't enemies...right? After all, he had just faced down Yoji and his razor wire in Akira and Kaori's defense, and his hands - cut and dripping blood from being twisted in the merciless grasp of the sharp string - could attest to it. That in itself was a sacrifice, a betrayal to both Yoji and Aya, to his dedication as part of Weiss. It was a stupid, stupid thing to do. They had been ordered to kill Akira, a rebel police officer who had stolen weapons, but.
Kaori clung to her older brother's arm, pleading sharply. The barrel of the weapon had only been fastened in the direction of Ken's head for a few seconds, and now, he chuckled and let his arm drop, murmuring a vague apology, an allusion that he had been joking in that playful voice of his.
"You scared me," she breathed on a sigh, letting her head drop to his chest in exhaustion. She had just been released from the hospital - or rather she had escaped. A hacker that had gleaned some substantially important information from an American base in what she had thought to be a 'game', she was the last of the four high-school students who had known what she now secretly carried. A burden that had almost finished her off just as it had her three friends.
Omi moved beside Ken in a jaunty little step, not yet releasing his sleeve. His boyish face broke into a grin, honey blonde hair falling every-which way across his face. "I was worried for a moment, Ken-kun," he declared in a relieved voice, husky and young and sweet.
Ken merely nodded, watching as Akira slung an arm across Kaori's slender shoulders. "Ok, ok. I'm sorry."
Brown eyes flickered as Ken's tan face lowered suspiciously, his thick, chocolate-colored bangs overshadowing the orbs briefly as they turned away in regret. ...what had he done?!
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Akira's eyes, gleaming, red-mahogany, gazed listlessly out the ajar door of the small shack they had spent the night in, drifting from the carousel horses to the cotton candy stands, and all around the abandoned fair and finally coming to a stop at the two young men standing quietly outside.
Kaori, a blanket drawn up to her chin and her back to the wall, shifted against him in her sleep.
He didn't feel right about Ken or Omi. How trustworthy could two assassins be? He frowned. Especially when their teammates were out to get him. And who knows who else was looking for Kaori. He sighed. They sure had a lot of government problems.
He saw Omi grabbing Ken by the shoulders and propelling him forward with encouraging words, and although the taller man's boots skidded in the snow, protesting, he finally started to walk on his own and Omi trailed along behind.
White eyebrows drew together in surprise. Where were they going.? Akira had the distinct feeling he didn't really have to guess.
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Ken and Omi weren't coming back. That much was apparent after a few hours and a squad of surrounding American soldiers later. The shack wasn't holding up so well, glass shattered and nearby carousel horses bitten through with bullets.
Blood oozed from an angry gash in Akira's forehead, his gloved hands trembling as he loaded his gun. Only three shells, which wasn't near enough to save him or Kaori, unless...
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Kaori, huddled in a trembling heap beneath her blanket on the floor, listened to the words that left Akira's lips, but didn't really hear them. It was too impossible. How could he do something so.....so...foolish?!
"Don't worry. You're brother's going to get you out of here. Just wait until it's safe."
She wanted to reach out and catch him, stop him from slipping through her fingers, but he was standing, as if in slow motion, and readying to leave. The words she wanted to cry out would not leave her throat, and she knew...she just knew it then...that she was going to lose him.
Akira was reckless as he burst through the door of the shack, running as if believed himself to be an unstoppable force straight into the midst of the enemy and not stopping even as he felt bullets tearing through his skin and ripping apart his body. Still, he barreled on, face contorted in hate and anger, in pain, and he thought fleetingly of Kaori, back behind him, but he didn't really have time. His screams drowned out by the gunfire, he fell, no longer that formidable man, and he hit the ground - heavy - scarlet seeping into the pristine snow all around him.
Kaori watched through the window, tears streaming down her cheeks, and finally, she forced out those words she had not been able to say before. "Brother...don't leave...!"
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Ken bit his lower lip in distress as he trudged back to the carnival, his feet dragging heavily. Aya and Yoji had orders to...to kill him, as well as Omi. And Yoji was VERY upset. 'We're friends, aren't we?' Omi had said before when they had headed off to apologize, and Ken had shook his head at the thought, admitting silently he had never thought of it that way. Judging from the manner that Yoji had told them he intended to carry out the mission, he was more right than Omi.
A sheep that tastes blood becomes a wolf.
Yoji had said something like that, although Ken was a little foggy on the exact wording, when he had fought with the man beneath the hospital, trying to buy time for Kaori, Omi, and Akira to escape. The words had come back when they saw him at the flower shop. Aya had been absent at that time, and good thing too, because if he had been present, a fight would've broken out for sure. But it had only been Yoji, and the young man was pretty calm about the whole ordeal - until Omi pushed a bit too far and his temper exploded, causing him to yell in their faces. The time would come, he had basically said, when they would fight to the death, but he would not do so alone. He would wait for Aya, and they had better leave.
Omi looked up from drawing the toe of his boot in some slush and frowned deeply, spotting first the ruined carousal horses, eaten away by bullets, and then the broken window, and then the prone form in the snow. With a sharp gasp, he jerked to a stop, and Ken could almost see the world spinning around the boy, crashing down upon him and sucking the breath from his lungs. Our punishment shouldn't have to be fighting our friends, he had insisted before, but the youngest member of Weiss had forgotten all about that now.
Ken followed him in what felt like a very slow run, considering the atmosphere seemed to have thickened. While Omi ran on ahead to the shack he drew to a stop a long time before and chose to approach much more slowly, drawing in long, steadying breaths in horror.
Inside the shattered shelter, Omi, who had been moving in such a flurry of activity, seemed to freeze in time when his feet hit the floor. In the center of the room sat Kaori's laptop, and playing across the screen were the frequency waves of a recording, spiking each time there was a catch in her voice and it cracked in desperation. Trembling, the pitiful pleas played over and over again. "Help me...Omi-kun... Help me...Omi-kun... Help me.Omi- kun."
Outside, Ken looked over Akira, his body stretched out across the snow on his back, black clothing torn at the chest and revealing his fatal wounds. Still, his mouth gaped; his pale skin was blotched with deeply contrasting crimson blood. His eyes were still open, staring lifelessly at the sky with a terrified, wild expression still frozen in their glassy depths. Dark pools of ruby, like the late rose. Destroyed. Crushed as if ground into the snow by the heel of a careless boot... A trampled rose...?
Omi was suddenly in the doorway of the shack, hands gripping the frame tightly. His chest heaved and arms dropped to his sides, raising rapidly once more to gesture with wildly as he exclaimed breathlessly, "They have Kaori! We have to rescue her!"
But Ken wasn't looking at Omi. Anxiously, turned to halfheartedly face the horizon, he peered into the night-shadowed, snow-covered distance and at the two approaching figures, lean in frame and steady in their course. Both wore flowing trench coats, one in white to match his ivory skin but clash sharply with his flaming hair and amethyst eyes, and the other in a darker color, his golden hair falling to barely brush his broad shoulders in gently rolling waves, emerald eyes hidden beneath dark shades. Aya and Yoji.
Omi's jaw hung open, head slowly wagging back and forth as he shook it in disbelief. From where he stood some yards behind Ken and on a slightly raised platform, he cried out, "No! We have to rescue Kaori!" His hands clenched into fists when he saw that neither Aya nor Yoji deterred their path, or their objective. At that place and time, his blue eyes saddened, looking about to shed the tears he had been holding back.
Like two phantoms the elder assassins moved closer in eerie silence, grim faces set as if in stone. A night for their backdrop, a frosty, snow- covered plain for their fighting field, the confrontation was about to begin. A team divided would see who the strongest member truly was. Who had the most brute strength? The most skill and will? Katana against crossbow against razor wire against bugnuks. They'd find out soon enough.
After such a duration of partnership and teamwork, the time of truth had finally come.
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Ok, most people don't get this fic cuz it's based on the OVA, which a lot of people haven't seen (I guess). I didn't make Akira up or anything - he's my fave character, in fact. Well, in the OVA, anywayz. As for the stuff I wrote here, this is my portrayal of some of my fave scenes from the OVA...a lot of people think I made this up. And I didn't. But, since someone asked what happened next, I thought, 'Hey, I didn't even like the ending to the OVA! I'll just make up my own ending!' And I did. So read it. Cuz it's sad.
Onto the next chapter!
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He was a tall, striking figure, first seen astride a motorcycle and later within the confines of a hospital, visiting his little sister in a manner not unlike Aya's. Black, body armor molded comfortably to lean muscles and long limbs, always so casual and confident, hair bleached white standing in gelled spikes and eyes.eyes rather like a rose's color, he thought, or at least a late rose. Surreal and loving, not really scarlet, but perhaps a dropping petal of the said flower, no longer in its prime, but still beautifully reddish-brown. Dark. Fair skin made him seem ghostly in the shadows; a crooked grin looked jeering every time it revealed itself to the assassin. His name was Akira - and he was pointing a gun at Ken.
Ken didn't quite know what to think of the current events, eyes wide and breath accelerated, panic pressing in on him as Omi twisted his fists tighter in the back of his shirt, fearful and unbelieving. They weren't enemies...right? After all, he had just faced down Yoji and his razor wire in Akira and Kaori's defense, and his hands - cut and dripping blood from being twisted in the merciless grasp of the sharp string - could attest to it. That in itself was a sacrifice, a betrayal to both Yoji and Aya, to his dedication as part of Weiss. It was a stupid, stupid thing to do. They had been ordered to kill Akira, a rebel police officer who had stolen weapons, but.
Kaori clung to her older brother's arm, pleading sharply. The barrel of the weapon had only been fastened in the direction of Ken's head for a few seconds, and now, he chuckled and let his arm drop, murmuring a vague apology, an allusion that he had been joking in that playful voice of his.
"You scared me," she breathed on a sigh, letting her head drop to his chest in exhaustion. She had just been released from the hospital - or rather she had escaped. A hacker that had gleaned some substantially important information from an American base in what she had thought to be a 'game', she was the last of the four high-school students who had known what she now secretly carried. A burden that had almost finished her off just as it had her three friends.
Omi moved beside Ken in a jaunty little step, not yet releasing his sleeve. His boyish face broke into a grin, honey blonde hair falling every-which way across his face. "I was worried for a moment, Ken-kun," he declared in a relieved voice, husky and young and sweet.
Ken merely nodded, watching as Akira slung an arm across Kaori's slender shoulders. "Ok, ok. I'm sorry."
Brown eyes flickered as Ken's tan face lowered suspiciously, his thick, chocolate-colored bangs overshadowing the orbs briefly as they turned away in regret. ...what had he done?!
~~~~~
Akira's eyes, gleaming, red-mahogany, gazed listlessly out the ajar door of the small shack they had spent the night in, drifting from the carousel horses to the cotton candy stands, and all around the abandoned fair and finally coming to a stop at the two young men standing quietly outside.
Kaori, a blanket drawn up to her chin and her back to the wall, shifted against him in her sleep.
He didn't feel right about Ken or Omi. How trustworthy could two assassins be? He frowned. Especially when their teammates were out to get him. And who knows who else was looking for Kaori. He sighed. They sure had a lot of government problems.
He saw Omi grabbing Ken by the shoulders and propelling him forward with encouraging words, and although the taller man's boots skidded in the snow, protesting, he finally started to walk on his own and Omi trailed along behind.
White eyebrows drew together in surprise. Where were they going.? Akira had the distinct feeling he didn't really have to guess.
~~~~
Ken and Omi weren't coming back. That much was apparent after a few hours and a squad of surrounding American soldiers later. The shack wasn't holding up so well, glass shattered and nearby carousel horses bitten through with bullets.
Blood oozed from an angry gash in Akira's forehead, his gloved hands trembling as he loaded his gun. Only three shells, which wasn't near enough to save him or Kaori, unless...
~~~~
Kaori, huddled in a trembling heap beneath her blanket on the floor, listened to the words that left Akira's lips, but didn't really hear them. It was too impossible. How could he do something so.....so...foolish?!
"Don't worry. You're brother's going to get you out of here. Just wait until it's safe."
She wanted to reach out and catch him, stop him from slipping through her fingers, but he was standing, as if in slow motion, and readying to leave. The words she wanted to cry out would not leave her throat, and she knew...she just knew it then...that she was going to lose him.
Akira was reckless as he burst through the door of the shack, running as if believed himself to be an unstoppable force straight into the midst of the enemy and not stopping even as he felt bullets tearing through his skin and ripping apart his body. Still, he barreled on, face contorted in hate and anger, in pain, and he thought fleetingly of Kaori, back behind him, but he didn't really have time. His screams drowned out by the gunfire, he fell, no longer that formidable man, and he hit the ground - heavy - scarlet seeping into the pristine snow all around him.
Kaori watched through the window, tears streaming down her cheeks, and finally, she forced out those words she had not been able to say before. "Brother...don't leave...!"
~~~~
Ken bit his lower lip in distress as he trudged back to the carnival, his feet dragging heavily. Aya and Yoji had orders to...to kill him, as well as Omi. And Yoji was VERY upset. 'We're friends, aren't we?' Omi had said before when they had headed off to apologize, and Ken had shook his head at the thought, admitting silently he had never thought of it that way. Judging from the manner that Yoji had told them he intended to carry out the mission, he was more right than Omi.
A sheep that tastes blood becomes a wolf.
Yoji had said something like that, although Ken was a little foggy on the exact wording, when he had fought with the man beneath the hospital, trying to buy time for Kaori, Omi, and Akira to escape. The words had come back when they saw him at the flower shop. Aya had been absent at that time, and good thing too, because if he had been present, a fight would've broken out for sure. But it had only been Yoji, and the young man was pretty calm about the whole ordeal - until Omi pushed a bit too far and his temper exploded, causing him to yell in their faces. The time would come, he had basically said, when they would fight to the death, but he would not do so alone. He would wait for Aya, and they had better leave.
Omi looked up from drawing the toe of his boot in some slush and frowned deeply, spotting first the ruined carousal horses, eaten away by bullets, and then the broken window, and then the prone form in the snow. With a sharp gasp, he jerked to a stop, and Ken could almost see the world spinning around the boy, crashing down upon him and sucking the breath from his lungs. Our punishment shouldn't have to be fighting our friends, he had insisted before, but the youngest member of Weiss had forgotten all about that now.
Ken followed him in what felt like a very slow run, considering the atmosphere seemed to have thickened. While Omi ran on ahead to the shack he drew to a stop a long time before and chose to approach much more slowly, drawing in long, steadying breaths in horror.
Inside the shattered shelter, Omi, who had been moving in such a flurry of activity, seemed to freeze in time when his feet hit the floor. In the center of the room sat Kaori's laptop, and playing across the screen were the frequency waves of a recording, spiking each time there was a catch in her voice and it cracked in desperation. Trembling, the pitiful pleas played over and over again. "Help me...Omi-kun... Help me...Omi-kun... Help me.Omi- kun."
Outside, Ken looked over Akira, his body stretched out across the snow on his back, black clothing torn at the chest and revealing his fatal wounds. Still, his mouth gaped; his pale skin was blotched with deeply contrasting crimson blood. His eyes were still open, staring lifelessly at the sky with a terrified, wild expression still frozen in their glassy depths. Dark pools of ruby, like the late rose. Destroyed. Crushed as if ground into the snow by the heel of a careless boot... A trampled rose...?
Omi was suddenly in the doorway of the shack, hands gripping the frame tightly. His chest heaved and arms dropped to his sides, raising rapidly once more to gesture with wildly as he exclaimed breathlessly, "They have Kaori! We have to rescue her!"
But Ken wasn't looking at Omi. Anxiously, turned to halfheartedly face the horizon, he peered into the night-shadowed, snow-covered distance and at the two approaching figures, lean in frame and steady in their course. Both wore flowing trench coats, one in white to match his ivory skin but clash sharply with his flaming hair and amethyst eyes, and the other in a darker color, his golden hair falling to barely brush his broad shoulders in gently rolling waves, emerald eyes hidden beneath dark shades. Aya and Yoji.
Omi's jaw hung open, head slowly wagging back and forth as he shook it in disbelief. From where he stood some yards behind Ken and on a slightly raised platform, he cried out, "No! We have to rescue Kaori!" His hands clenched into fists when he saw that neither Aya nor Yoji deterred their path, or their objective. At that place and time, his blue eyes saddened, looking about to shed the tears he had been holding back.
Like two phantoms the elder assassins moved closer in eerie silence, grim faces set as if in stone. A night for their backdrop, a frosty, snow- covered plain for their fighting field, the confrontation was about to begin. A team divided would see who the strongest member truly was. Who had the most brute strength? The most skill and will? Katana against crossbow against razor wire against bugnuks. They'd find out soon enough.
After such a duration of partnership and teamwork, the time of truth had finally come.
~~~~~
Ok, most people don't get this fic cuz it's based on the OVA, which a lot of people haven't seen (I guess). I didn't make Akira up or anything - he's my fave character, in fact. Well, in the OVA, anywayz. As for the stuff I wrote here, this is my portrayal of some of my fave scenes from the OVA...a lot of people think I made this up. And I didn't. But, since someone asked what happened next, I thought, 'Hey, I didn't even like the ending to the OVA! I'll just make up my own ending!' And I did. So read it. Cuz it's sad.
Onto the next chapter!
