Osoroshii (Afraid)
The alarm began the dreaded wailing sound signaling any dreamers the time for sleep is over and time for crashing into reality was now.
Omi, befalling the same rules as the aforementioned, awoke with a start.
His sweet dream smashed into hundreds of pieces as his mind wandered to the solution of the buzzing sound. He glared at the time, "It's 7:00 PM?! Why didn't anyone wake me up?"
Omi quickly jumped from his bed and undressed. Grabbing his black shirt and dark gray- almost black shorts, his white socks, red canvas sneakers, jacket, goggles, hooded jacket, gloves and hair wrap. As he slid on his shorts he heard a loud jarring sound at the door. Omi jumped at the sudden, and unexpected sound.
"Who is it?" He quickly asked, still fastening his shorts.
"Are you up?" The voice still held no identifying tones. Omi's eyes narrowed.
"Who is it?" Reiterating he grabbed a dart and walked towards the door in stealth mode. Noticing the shadow at the door, he opened the door and with a start saw Aya there, looking perplexed.
Aya's eyes narrowed to match Omi's and then trump them. "What do you MEAN who am I?" He muttered something that sounded quite. colorful.
"Domo gomen nasai!" Omi clapped his hands and bowed. Then he noticed Aya's swollen groin. He winced, moved his hand to the door while his head was still bowed and slammed it on Aya. "I'll be down soon!" His voice sang.
Once the door was bolted and he heard Aya's steps place him towards the stairs he shuttered violently. Aya- with a HARD ON?! Something in him was quick to anger about that, 'who would have given him a hard on that he'd see. Sakura? .She isn't even supposed to be in Kyoto! She's supposed to be in Kagoshima visiting her grandparents. Then who.?'
Omi pulled the rest of his clothing on, loading his darts in his pockets and crossbow in the insert of his jacket's back. A few spare darts lined the sleeves ready to be drawn out in case of any. occurrences that are less than anticipated.
***WK***
Omi slid onto the rooftop, his usual position with his choice of weapons being projectiles. Omi waited diligently for the plan to come into effect he was on the third floor, waiting for the first few guards to come out. Once they did it would be easy picking and their lives would be ended within moments once the darts pricked their skin.
And once the perimeter was secured, he'd double back and assist them with the targets, insuring the communications are down and maybe save some kids, though that was not the priority and he knew it.
Weiss didn't work with hostages. Weiss killed people without falter, if a hostage's life would be lost Weiss would mourn for it but they wouldn't try to prevent it if it risked one of their own lives. That simply wouldn't be tolerated or allowed.
Omi thought to himself about that, he and Aya seemed to be the only ones ever able to break that rule though. Ouka, Sakura, and yes, even Shinji, but each time there were strong words exchanged and the moral victory short- lived as the brutal psychological and physical punishments were dispensed through Manx's orders.
Omi recalled having to watch a video of several people be murdered through surveillance and informed that had he let any of those killers go for one of the slain, three more bodies just like THAT could appear because of it. The lesson was in the GREATER good, which of course held the darker sin and the higher cost. Omi was WELL aware of that, and he got that lesson twice. Lest he view the lesson- live the lesson a third time Manx might just be encouraged to skin the eager boy herself to demonstrate the PAIN those victims lived through before they died.
Omi regained focus. Zoning out now wouldn't be much better of a death then what Manx would devise, particularly if any of his friends were hurt as a result of this.
The first two guards scurried out, in a panic and splotched in blood. Omi sighed, he raised his darts, Aya was getting sloppy in his old age-- and as an assassin he WAS getting a bit old, well comparatively.
Fwwt. Fwwt. Plop. Plop.
Two darts whooshed past his hands and two guards fell almost as rapidly.
Omi hopped off the roof and blocked the door as he left with a rather interesting device- a PENNY! One of the few kiddy-tricks he ever found a use for. By putting pennies into the door it halts them from opening that same direction. Yoji once did that to the house door, entered the shop and locked them all out until he was pleased with letting them in.
Granted, that was before Aya, also granted is that Omi used a paperclip to knock them out of position and thusly use the door. But here and now the people aren't slightly peeved, they are scared for their lives- and with just cause might he add- and they aren't trained in this, even if they are they won't have all that long to figure it out anyways.
***WK***
Aya sliced one, then two, then three and four guards and a bonus target.
There were far more guards then Omi had calculated. That made him nervous. Were they set up? Was it a trap? Was it a leak? Or coincidence? Does Omi know how many people are IN here?
Yoji strangled another guard the bodies were becoming a haphazard. Ken slid his claws through four more lucky minimum waged fools.
The floor was now blanketed in crimson. Yet another hazard, Aya was glad his shoes were textured to prevent slipping. All he could imagine is just some morbid scene of slipping in the blood he spills and being laughed at by his targets before he killed them. I mean, hell-o! Major embarrassment, one, the people he KILLED laughed at him, and that would mean one of those anxiety dreams where he fears for his Freudian sense of self as his sword is compared to his anatomy. then there's the unfortunate demise of any members of Weiss who witnesses such an occurrence, because they would HAVE to go if they saw that. and lastly-THE DRY CLEANING BILL. That stuff isn't cheap, nor is it easy to explain to your neighbor on just HOW 50 pints of 'pig's blood', meh, close enough. got onto his leather jacket. He pulled back his sword and sent it into his next victim slashing a "Z" three new heaps met the floor.
***WK***
Omi stalked the hallways quietly; the rooms were so quiet something was alien about them. Using an arrowhead as a mirror he peered into the room. His breathing stopped until thirty seconds past and he reminded his body vehemently that he needs oxygen to live.
Three men sat hunkered in the room, armed for bear.
Apparently somebody not only kidnapped children, murdered the innocent and was over-all not nice, apparently he also seemed to lie about the number of employees and cheat the IRS.
He quickly arranged for three darts to fly into each of their necks as he opened the door, tossed and ran. He hoped they were slow to moving at the sound of the door opening.
Three more drooping figures were added to the masses of life lost.
He had to find the others pronto. There had to be fifty guards here. at least.
***WK***
A shriek scream filled the air. Aya grunted; did he have to die so horribly? He just humiliated himself and lost his warrior's honor by bellowing a gurgled screech.
Yoji started to whine. "Abyssinian! I just got blood on my SHIR~RT! Bombay is going to get a piece of my mind for this."
Aya rolled his eyes, "Shut up Balinese."
"Make me." Yoji taunted, he flung a body playfully towards Aya, which made Aya roll his eyes, how could he be so immature especially in this kind of situation?
Omi burst into the door. Sending five darts through the next five unfortunate objects to collide with that space of air, five of the six guards left fell. Yoji strung up the next one.
He panted, "Abyssinian. I know where they are. They're mounting a counter- strike. *pant* in the *pant* .basement. *heave* .with the hostages!"
Omi took in a deep breath and then started the sprint back to where he saw some guards go.
Aya sprinted after him, "Bombay! Wait! You don't know if it's a trap!" He caught up to the winded blond with ease. "Damn it Bombay. try to think straight."
Omi and Aya reached the door. Omi slid it open, finding only four guards, Omi turned around. "I'll pick them off really quick." Aya nodded.
"I'll look around." Aya informed as he crept off.
Four arrows hit the guards, Omi reloaded as the final guard hit the ground. The reflection of the arrow showed someone hiding behind the stairs.
Omi turned around quickly to see the shrouded figure extending a gun to take aim at him.
Quick to action, Omi threw a dart at the figure sending them to the ground even faster. He let out a gasp in relief. He scouted the area and came to see a hallway that seemed to lead further into the labyrinth.
He followed down it, Aya taking the same notion stood before Omi, sword drawn.
***WK***
Three of the seven targets fell in that room, snicker-snap, snicker-snap. Blood spurted from the last target Aya had the pleasure of skewering.
Omi slid his goggles to the ON position, and smirked at Aya. For someone who hates the dry-cleaners he asks for it an awful lot with his. enthusiastic. methods.
Two more targets rushed to board a van. Aya rushed them, Omi glared at the van trying to find the third and final target to cut them down.
He heard a footfall come from the corner. Omi turned, quickly seeing the peril, he grabbed for a dart only to realize the only ones left were in his pocket. that would take too much time-Omi stopped thinking and started reacting, the gun aimed towards Aya's back.
The trigger pulled.
A sudden shrill scream filled the room.
***WK***
Yoji tackled the man hiding and started to strangle him barehanded as Ken finished up the two lucky winners that Aya had impaled- but not killed- in the van.
Aya held Omi in his arms, looking at him in terror.
"Bombay. Bombay.? Omi!"
Blood dripped out of Omi's mouth as he reached up to Aya's cheek. ".A-Aya. he. has a. gun. out. of darts. duck."
Omi's eyelids drooped. Aya screamed with a rage as bright as when he screamed Takatori's accursed name at his final battle with the son of hell's darkest demon.
TBC.
A/N: ^__^ I am SO evil. If you review, I will finish it. ^___________^ VERY evil. I'm not saying if I left him for dead or saved him. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Meh, I'll be working on the next part soon, fear not. or maybe you SHOULD be Afraid! (~~Shameless plugging of the title goes here).
Bai All! R&R Please!
The alarm began the dreaded wailing sound signaling any dreamers the time for sleep is over and time for crashing into reality was now.
Omi, befalling the same rules as the aforementioned, awoke with a start.
His sweet dream smashed into hundreds of pieces as his mind wandered to the solution of the buzzing sound. He glared at the time, "It's 7:00 PM?! Why didn't anyone wake me up?"
Omi quickly jumped from his bed and undressed. Grabbing his black shirt and dark gray- almost black shorts, his white socks, red canvas sneakers, jacket, goggles, hooded jacket, gloves and hair wrap. As he slid on his shorts he heard a loud jarring sound at the door. Omi jumped at the sudden, and unexpected sound.
"Who is it?" He quickly asked, still fastening his shorts.
"Are you up?" The voice still held no identifying tones. Omi's eyes narrowed.
"Who is it?" Reiterating he grabbed a dart and walked towards the door in stealth mode. Noticing the shadow at the door, he opened the door and with a start saw Aya there, looking perplexed.
Aya's eyes narrowed to match Omi's and then trump them. "What do you MEAN who am I?" He muttered something that sounded quite. colorful.
"Domo gomen nasai!" Omi clapped his hands and bowed. Then he noticed Aya's swollen groin. He winced, moved his hand to the door while his head was still bowed and slammed it on Aya. "I'll be down soon!" His voice sang.
Once the door was bolted and he heard Aya's steps place him towards the stairs he shuttered violently. Aya- with a HARD ON?! Something in him was quick to anger about that, 'who would have given him a hard on that he'd see. Sakura? .She isn't even supposed to be in Kyoto! She's supposed to be in Kagoshima visiting her grandparents. Then who.?'
Omi pulled the rest of his clothing on, loading his darts in his pockets and crossbow in the insert of his jacket's back. A few spare darts lined the sleeves ready to be drawn out in case of any. occurrences that are less than anticipated.
***WK***
Omi slid onto the rooftop, his usual position with his choice of weapons being projectiles. Omi waited diligently for the plan to come into effect he was on the third floor, waiting for the first few guards to come out. Once they did it would be easy picking and their lives would be ended within moments once the darts pricked their skin.
And once the perimeter was secured, he'd double back and assist them with the targets, insuring the communications are down and maybe save some kids, though that was not the priority and he knew it.
Weiss didn't work with hostages. Weiss killed people without falter, if a hostage's life would be lost Weiss would mourn for it but they wouldn't try to prevent it if it risked one of their own lives. That simply wouldn't be tolerated or allowed.
Omi thought to himself about that, he and Aya seemed to be the only ones ever able to break that rule though. Ouka, Sakura, and yes, even Shinji, but each time there were strong words exchanged and the moral victory short- lived as the brutal psychological and physical punishments were dispensed through Manx's orders.
Omi recalled having to watch a video of several people be murdered through surveillance and informed that had he let any of those killers go for one of the slain, three more bodies just like THAT could appear because of it. The lesson was in the GREATER good, which of course held the darker sin and the higher cost. Omi was WELL aware of that, and he got that lesson twice. Lest he view the lesson- live the lesson a third time Manx might just be encouraged to skin the eager boy herself to demonstrate the PAIN those victims lived through before they died.
Omi regained focus. Zoning out now wouldn't be much better of a death then what Manx would devise, particularly if any of his friends were hurt as a result of this.
The first two guards scurried out, in a panic and splotched in blood. Omi sighed, he raised his darts, Aya was getting sloppy in his old age-- and as an assassin he WAS getting a bit old, well comparatively.
Fwwt. Fwwt. Plop. Plop.
Two darts whooshed past his hands and two guards fell almost as rapidly.
Omi hopped off the roof and blocked the door as he left with a rather interesting device- a PENNY! One of the few kiddy-tricks he ever found a use for. By putting pennies into the door it halts them from opening that same direction. Yoji once did that to the house door, entered the shop and locked them all out until he was pleased with letting them in.
Granted, that was before Aya, also granted is that Omi used a paperclip to knock them out of position and thusly use the door. But here and now the people aren't slightly peeved, they are scared for their lives- and with just cause might he add- and they aren't trained in this, even if they are they won't have all that long to figure it out anyways.
***WK***
Aya sliced one, then two, then three and four guards and a bonus target.
There were far more guards then Omi had calculated. That made him nervous. Were they set up? Was it a trap? Was it a leak? Or coincidence? Does Omi know how many people are IN here?
Yoji strangled another guard the bodies were becoming a haphazard. Ken slid his claws through four more lucky minimum waged fools.
The floor was now blanketed in crimson. Yet another hazard, Aya was glad his shoes were textured to prevent slipping. All he could imagine is just some morbid scene of slipping in the blood he spills and being laughed at by his targets before he killed them. I mean, hell-o! Major embarrassment, one, the people he KILLED laughed at him, and that would mean one of those anxiety dreams where he fears for his Freudian sense of self as his sword is compared to his anatomy. then there's the unfortunate demise of any members of Weiss who witnesses such an occurrence, because they would HAVE to go if they saw that. and lastly-THE DRY CLEANING BILL. That stuff isn't cheap, nor is it easy to explain to your neighbor on just HOW 50 pints of 'pig's blood', meh, close enough. got onto his leather jacket. He pulled back his sword and sent it into his next victim slashing a "Z" three new heaps met the floor.
***WK***
Omi stalked the hallways quietly; the rooms were so quiet something was alien about them. Using an arrowhead as a mirror he peered into the room. His breathing stopped until thirty seconds past and he reminded his body vehemently that he needs oxygen to live.
Three men sat hunkered in the room, armed for bear.
Apparently somebody not only kidnapped children, murdered the innocent and was over-all not nice, apparently he also seemed to lie about the number of employees and cheat the IRS.
He quickly arranged for three darts to fly into each of their necks as he opened the door, tossed and ran. He hoped they were slow to moving at the sound of the door opening.
Three more drooping figures were added to the masses of life lost.
He had to find the others pronto. There had to be fifty guards here. at least.
***WK***
A shriek scream filled the air. Aya grunted; did he have to die so horribly? He just humiliated himself and lost his warrior's honor by bellowing a gurgled screech.
Yoji started to whine. "Abyssinian! I just got blood on my SHIR~RT! Bombay is going to get a piece of my mind for this."
Aya rolled his eyes, "Shut up Balinese."
"Make me." Yoji taunted, he flung a body playfully towards Aya, which made Aya roll his eyes, how could he be so immature especially in this kind of situation?
Omi burst into the door. Sending five darts through the next five unfortunate objects to collide with that space of air, five of the six guards left fell. Yoji strung up the next one.
He panted, "Abyssinian. I know where they are. They're mounting a counter- strike. *pant* in the *pant* .basement. *heave* .with the hostages!"
Omi took in a deep breath and then started the sprint back to where he saw some guards go.
Aya sprinted after him, "Bombay! Wait! You don't know if it's a trap!" He caught up to the winded blond with ease. "Damn it Bombay. try to think straight."
Omi and Aya reached the door. Omi slid it open, finding only four guards, Omi turned around. "I'll pick them off really quick." Aya nodded.
"I'll look around." Aya informed as he crept off.
Four arrows hit the guards, Omi reloaded as the final guard hit the ground. The reflection of the arrow showed someone hiding behind the stairs.
Omi turned around quickly to see the shrouded figure extending a gun to take aim at him.
Quick to action, Omi threw a dart at the figure sending them to the ground even faster. He let out a gasp in relief. He scouted the area and came to see a hallway that seemed to lead further into the labyrinth.
He followed down it, Aya taking the same notion stood before Omi, sword drawn.
***WK***
Three of the seven targets fell in that room, snicker-snap, snicker-snap. Blood spurted from the last target Aya had the pleasure of skewering.
Omi slid his goggles to the ON position, and smirked at Aya. For someone who hates the dry-cleaners he asks for it an awful lot with his. enthusiastic. methods.
Two more targets rushed to board a van. Aya rushed them, Omi glared at the van trying to find the third and final target to cut them down.
He heard a footfall come from the corner. Omi turned, quickly seeing the peril, he grabbed for a dart only to realize the only ones left were in his pocket. that would take too much time-Omi stopped thinking and started reacting, the gun aimed towards Aya's back.
The trigger pulled.
A sudden shrill scream filled the room.
***WK***
Yoji tackled the man hiding and started to strangle him barehanded as Ken finished up the two lucky winners that Aya had impaled- but not killed- in the van.
Aya held Omi in his arms, looking at him in terror.
"Bombay. Bombay.? Omi!"
Blood dripped out of Omi's mouth as he reached up to Aya's cheek. ".A-Aya. he. has a. gun. out. of darts. duck."
Omi's eyelids drooped. Aya screamed with a rage as bright as when he screamed Takatori's accursed name at his final battle with the son of hell's darkest demon.
TBC.
A/N: ^__^ I am SO evil. If you review, I will finish it. ^___________^ VERY evil. I'm not saying if I left him for dead or saved him. WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Meh, I'll be working on the next part soon, fear not. or maybe you SHOULD be Afraid! (~~Shameless plugging of the title goes here).
Bai All! R&R Please!