Chapter Three
Megumi hugged her Daddy. She didn't hold any delusions. Daddy was dead. Being raised as the daughter of a doctor she was well aware that dead was dead. And her daddy was dead.
She neatly deposited her late lunch by the right front wheel trying not gag at the foul, sour taste invading her mouth. Her throat burned, and she hastily wiped away the leftovers with the back of her small hand. Strand of midnight hair clung to the sticky mess on the corners of her mouth, but she didn't bother to brush them away. Her daddy was dead.
She stared hatefully at the tall man in the shadows. He did this. He killed her daddy.
She watched grimly as he picked up a scary gun and fiddled around with it. Although her young mind was immature and she was rather sheltered, but she picked up quickly enough on what he intended. And she wasn't going to let him do it.
Slowly, she started to creep away. She tripped over the hem of her sun dress and tumbled down. She bit back a shriek as the rough ground tore the tender skin from her palms and knees.
The man's head swiveled and she almost screamed. Instead she picked herself up and scrambled under the car. It was uncomfortably close and dirty even for someone as small as she was. Her hair tangled up becoming sticky with oil and grit stuck to her face.
Breaths tore painfully in her throat which was dry with fear and sour with the taste of her vomit. She dug her fingers into her dress watching as the boots came closer. She could hear them fall softly with extreme deliberateness. He certainly was taking his time. She scooted to the furthest corner near the back tire. Metal scraped her back, but she pressed closer with wide, fearful eyes.
The footfalls stopped, but she could no longer see the boots. Where was he? Suddenly a grim face appeared right beside her. Terrified she stared soundlessly taking in the sharp planes of his face, his slant amber eyes, and his rather odd looking bangs framing the top of his face. A humorless smirk was pressed into his thin lips and a wicked gleam lurked in his eyes.
She felt paralyzed, but not enough. Mustering all her courage and strength she sucked in lungfuls of air before belting out a hearty scream. At the same moment she scrambled away taking refuge behind the tire on the opposite side. Dimly she realized that he could easily shoot through her flimsy protection with a few well placed shots. She didn't care; she wasn't going to die like daddy did. He wasn't going to get her too.
"Come here." He commanded and she shrank back sullenly still scared practically out of her wits. Deep down her six year old self was insulted that he thought she would walk up to him so willingly.
"You killed Daddy." She accused suddenly finding her voice. She was angry. More furious than she had ever been in her life, "My daddy didn't do anything to you! You shot him and he's dead. Why? My daddy's dead because of you. You're a bad, bad man. And you want to kill me too. Just like you did my daddy."
She chanced a peek around the tire and was surprised to see the man was still on the other side of the car. She thought he would be after her.
"You are obnoxious." He stated in a dead tone and she flinched. No one had ever insulted her before. She was the perfect little angel, daddy's little angel. No one had ever given her anything but praise.
My, what a delightful child or she's so well behaved! She always enjoyed going to parties where the woman cooed and babied her. She didn't remember much about her mother. Somehow, she had always hoped that Daddy would find Mommy. Make them a family again. That dream was now as shattered as her father's skull.
"Come out here." He ordered again, and she retreated back around the tire cowering and hugging herself. She didn't think running would do much good. He was so much bigger than her and he had a gun. Maybe she could lock herself in the car? Screaming didn't do anything. Desperately her mind ran in circles. How could she escape the tall, mean man with the gun bent on murdering her?
"Hey, Saitoh." A new voice rang out in a mellow tone, "Geez, you're not done yet?"
The man with the scary, bug face disappeared from a moment and she could hear his cold voice cut through the air, "Moron, why are you here?"
"Making sure you didn't mess everything up, why else? Hey, why are you still here?"
"I was given false information."
There was a horrified pause from the other man and Megumi started to crawl halting towards the bushes to the side. Her raw knees and palms stung fiercely bringing tears to her hazel eyes. If she could just get away...
"So you knocked off the wrong guy?"
Dead silence. Megumi shivered at the sudden chill.
"So why are you still here? Take off man."
Again, a palatable silence reigned. Megumi closed her eyes and pushed on with one hand in front of the other with knees following suit. She could make it. Once in the bushes she could run... run and go where? She shook that thought away. It didn't matter. Now there were two of them and she had to get away.
She bumped into something expectedly and her eyes snapped open. The original man, the one who shot her daddy stood barring her way. He glared down with the gun leveled down at her.
She stared up at him, feeling something warm trickle down her legs and pooling on the ground.
"Holy shit." The other man, now in view said horrified. His chocolate eyes were wide with shock, "Saitoh, you can't shoot a kid!"
The older man never took his eyes off her. She felt a heavy shot of despair. She never had a chance. Never ever. He had been playing with her. Like that one time she found her kitty, before he died run over by a fast moving SUV, had cornered a mouse. She broke into the deadly game of velvet paws and curled lips scolding soundly. The mouse escaped.
"Saitoh! You can't. My god, she's just a child." The other man pleaded.
Megumi looked towards him then back at the man called Saitoh. The anger, which had been pushed down by fear, suddenly rekindled. She wasn't going to die like Daddy!
Gathering her short legs up she sprang forward and bolted for her defender.
Saitoh grabbed her easily with rough hands and tossed her back to the ground. He stared at her with an unreadable expression just as sirens wailed sharply in the distance.
"Shit man! The cops, someone called the cops. We have to get out of here."
Saitoh lowered his gun thoughtfully and ordered, "Grab the child. We are taking her with us."
Reviewers:
Fyyrrose: You don't want to imagine what goes on in my head, believe me. And Meg-chan is based off my sister so of course you like her.
eriesalia: Mwahaha, oh yes, little Megs. Poor, poor Saitoh.
i ate the lotus: Hmm, pairings. Well, to be honest, I suck at romance. However, there will be a few moments. I can't really say because that would be giving it away ^^;;; Obviously this isn't a Sano/Meg fic
Megumi hugged her Daddy. She didn't hold any delusions. Daddy was dead. Being raised as the daughter of a doctor she was well aware that dead was dead. And her daddy was dead.
She neatly deposited her late lunch by the right front wheel trying not gag at the foul, sour taste invading her mouth. Her throat burned, and she hastily wiped away the leftovers with the back of her small hand. Strand of midnight hair clung to the sticky mess on the corners of her mouth, but she didn't bother to brush them away. Her daddy was dead.
She stared hatefully at the tall man in the shadows. He did this. He killed her daddy.
She watched grimly as he picked up a scary gun and fiddled around with it. Although her young mind was immature and she was rather sheltered, but she picked up quickly enough on what he intended. And she wasn't going to let him do it.
Slowly, she started to creep away. She tripped over the hem of her sun dress and tumbled down. She bit back a shriek as the rough ground tore the tender skin from her palms and knees.
The man's head swiveled and she almost screamed. Instead she picked herself up and scrambled under the car. It was uncomfortably close and dirty even for someone as small as she was. Her hair tangled up becoming sticky with oil and grit stuck to her face.
Breaths tore painfully in her throat which was dry with fear and sour with the taste of her vomit. She dug her fingers into her dress watching as the boots came closer. She could hear them fall softly with extreme deliberateness. He certainly was taking his time. She scooted to the furthest corner near the back tire. Metal scraped her back, but she pressed closer with wide, fearful eyes.
The footfalls stopped, but she could no longer see the boots. Where was he? Suddenly a grim face appeared right beside her. Terrified she stared soundlessly taking in the sharp planes of his face, his slant amber eyes, and his rather odd looking bangs framing the top of his face. A humorless smirk was pressed into his thin lips and a wicked gleam lurked in his eyes.
She felt paralyzed, but not enough. Mustering all her courage and strength she sucked in lungfuls of air before belting out a hearty scream. At the same moment she scrambled away taking refuge behind the tire on the opposite side. Dimly she realized that he could easily shoot through her flimsy protection with a few well placed shots. She didn't care; she wasn't going to die like daddy did. He wasn't going to get her too.
"Come here." He commanded and she shrank back sullenly still scared practically out of her wits. Deep down her six year old self was insulted that he thought she would walk up to him so willingly.
"You killed Daddy." She accused suddenly finding her voice. She was angry. More furious than she had ever been in her life, "My daddy didn't do anything to you! You shot him and he's dead. Why? My daddy's dead because of you. You're a bad, bad man. And you want to kill me too. Just like you did my daddy."
She chanced a peek around the tire and was surprised to see the man was still on the other side of the car. She thought he would be after her.
"You are obnoxious." He stated in a dead tone and she flinched. No one had ever insulted her before. She was the perfect little angel, daddy's little angel. No one had ever given her anything but praise.
My, what a delightful child or she's so well behaved! She always enjoyed going to parties where the woman cooed and babied her. She didn't remember much about her mother. Somehow, she had always hoped that Daddy would find Mommy. Make them a family again. That dream was now as shattered as her father's skull.
"Come out here." He ordered again, and she retreated back around the tire cowering and hugging herself. She didn't think running would do much good. He was so much bigger than her and he had a gun. Maybe she could lock herself in the car? Screaming didn't do anything. Desperately her mind ran in circles. How could she escape the tall, mean man with the gun bent on murdering her?
"Hey, Saitoh." A new voice rang out in a mellow tone, "Geez, you're not done yet?"
The man with the scary, bug face disappeared from a moment and she could hear his cold voice cut through the air, "Moron, why are you here?"
"Making sure you didn't mess everything up, why else? Hey, why are you still here?"
"I was given false information."
There was a horrified pause from the other man and Megumi started to crawl halting towards the bushes to the side. Her raw knees and palms stung fiercely bringing tears to her hazel eyes. If she could just get away...
"So you knocked off the wrong guy?"
Dead silence. Megumi shivered at the sudden chill.
"So why are you still here? Take off man."
Again, a palatable silence reigned. Megumi closed her eyes and pushed on with one hand in front of the other with knees following suit. She could make it. Once in the bushes she could run... run and go where? She shook that thought away. It didn't matter. Now there were two of them and she had to get away.
She bumped into something expectedly and her eyes snapped open. The original man, the one who shot her daddy stood barring her way. He glared down with the gun leveled down at her.
She stared up at him, feeling something warm trickle down her legs and pooling on the ground.
"Holy shit." The other man, now in view said horrified. His chocolate eyes were wide with shock, "Saitoh, you can't shoot a kid!"
The older man never took his eyes off her. She felt a heavy shot of despair. She never had a chance. Never ever. He had been playing with her. Like that one time she found her kitty, before he died run over by a fast moving SUV, had cornered a mouse. She broke into the deadly game of velvet paws and curled lips scolding soundly. The mouse escaped.
"Saitoh! You can't. My god, she's just a child." The other man pleaded.
Megumi looked towards him then back at the man called Saitoh. The anger, which had been pushed down by fear, suddenly rekindled. She wasn't going to die like Daddy!
Gathering her short legs up she sprang forward and bolted for her defender.
Saitoh grabbed her easily with rough hands and tossed her back to the ground. He stared at her with an unreadable expression just as sirens wailed sharply in the distance.
"Shit man! The cops, someone called the cops. We have to get out of here."
Saitoh lowered his gun thoughtfully and ordered, "Grab the child. We are taking her with us."
Reviewers:
Fyyrrose: You don't want to imagine what goes on in my head, believe me. And Meg-chan is based off my sister so of course you like her.
eriesalia: Mwahaha, oh yes, little Megs. Poor, poor Saitoh.
i ate the lotus: Hmm, pairings. Well, to be honest, I suck at romance. However, there will be a few moments. I can't really say because that would be giving it away ^^;;; Obviously this isn't a Sano/Meg fic