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Chapter 6 Song of the Fat Lady
"Takatori Mamoru." The still picture was replaced by a film clip.
Ken watched in stunned silence as the boy on the screen, the boy that was so obviously Omi, leaned casually against a wall, looking bored. It took a trained eye to know that he was studying the room, about to do something. He was in a large conference room of some sort. There were twelve men sitting around a table, a few had wives and girlfriends (or boyfriend) but most of the women and a few men in the room were obviously hookers. Omi fell into the boyfriend group. He was wearing tight black pants and a shiny black shirt, open most of the way, but unlike the hookers, he wasn't hanging on anyone.
A few minutes into the tape the man sitting at the head of the table, (who was obviously in charge) gestured for Omi to come over and ordered all if the "interlopers" (hookers not high up enough to here about business) out of the room. Omi went and sat on the bosses lap as the hookers cleared out, leaving the twelve men, about four women, eight big tall guys that were probably bodyguards, and Omi. No, not Omi, Mamoru.
The door closed and everyone was settling into their discussion. Mamoru wiggled around a bit, giving the crime guy a little lap dance.
Suddenly all of the women in the room were dead, small darts sticking out of their necks.
Abruptly the room was in an uproar. No one seemed to know where the darts had come from. Even the three assassins watching the video weren't entirely sure. The body guards stared around stupidly as the men all started accusing each other. The crime boss gave Mamoru a peck on the lips and told him to wait outside.
Mamoru made his way to the door, and when he got there he disposed of four of the guards with a cross bow he had pulled out of. . . Ken did not want to know where (it was actually in a specially designed harness on his back, but Ken has a perverted mind).
The rest of the guards were down a moment later and then the twelve crime lords knew who the culprit was. Their guns having been left outside for the duration of the meeting, the lazy, flabby men didn't have a chance. Mamoru pulled a knife out of his boot and slit the first one's throat. He gutted the next two and left his knife in the fourth. The fifth man he attacked with his bare hands, driving the heel of his palm into the man's sternum in such a way that it broke of his xygomatic process and punctured a lung (you can really kill someone like that). Six and seven were killed with some ninja stars Mamoru flung at them as they were trying to get out the door (the door with four big burly dead bodyguards blocking it). Eight nine and ten were run through with the retrieved knife and eleven got his throat slit, twelve put up one hell of a fight which ended when Mamoru decapitated him with a ceremonial sword off the wall.
Mamoru was completely unaffected by what he had just done. After all the macabre (kudos to me on finally using macabre in a sentence) he calmly lit a cigarette and cleaned himself with a towel and the jug of water left on the table. Before he left the room he smiled winningly into the security camera.
"This footage was taken earlier today" Ken let out a small wimper "The victims are a crime family that posed a threat to Hirofumi. We believe that Mamoru is also responsible for the deaths of several Kritiker agents and police officers. Because of his wealth and political as well as criminal connections, it would be impossible to prosecute him. We have recently confirmed that he will be in. . ."
"No need," Aya cut him off "he's upstairs right now, I'll go."
Ken whipped around to face Aya. Without thinking he barreled past the red head, knocking him into the wall, and ran up the stairs to his room, not sure what he would do when he got there.
He didn't have to worry, Mamoru was gone.
***
"What happened?"
"Weiss. She was in the park with Swartz to protect her, and Weiss came and killed her for being connected to the Takatoris. I'm so sorry Ma-kun."
Mamoru felt numb. Ken would never. . . but Oka was dead.
Oka his darling baby sister, who helped him hide his relationship and offered quiet support and sound advice when life got to be too much. Oka who consoled him after he made a kill. . .or after someone he loved died. But there was no one to console him now.
***
It was midnight, and Ken was standing outside of the Takatori Estate (or more specifically, Mamoru and Hirofumi's house) trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing. He was having quite a bit of trouble.
No matter how many times he told himself that Mamoru was a cold-blooded killer, it didn't change the fact that he was in love with him.
***
Yoji scaled the fence that bordered the Takatori estate with relative ease. Aya was waiting on the other side, already surveying the perimeter. It had taken a lot of convincing to get Ken to sit this one out. He had been very upset, but he understood that Mamoru was a threat to society. Hell, Mamoru probably didn't really love him anyway. Killers weren't really capable of that kind of unselfish love. Probably.
Yoji had gotten to like Omi, the little that he had seen him. The kid was generally a bundle of sunshine. And he called Yoji 'Yoji-kun' just to make Ken happy.
But Omi was a lie. He didn't really exist. Mamoru existed and Mamoru was evil. Manx had explained to them earlier that Mamoru had probably had the whole thing planned from the start, a way to eliminate Weiss. Yoji didn't question her. He never questioned Kritiker, even when there was a nagging question in the back of his head asking why Mamoru had bothered to wait a year when he could have easily killed them all in there sleep a million times over.
Yoji slid against the wall until he reached the door to Hirofumi's office. Peeking inside, he gave a start to find Mamoru in there as well, both men were standing near the desk, talking. Yoji didn't think he was making any noise, but Hirofumi must have heard him anyway, because in a flash, he had Mamoru around the torso with a gun to his head.
"I know you're there Weiss. Show yourself or I'll kill your little squeeze toy." And then Hirofumi was on the ground dead. Mamoru wiped his dagger on Hirofumi's pant leg and then cautiously turned toward the door.
"K-Ken-kun?" Yoji eased the door open so he could be seen. Mamoru ran out the opposite door.
***
Mamoru ran from Yoji, using his assassins grace to maneuver through halls and passages he was familiar with. He had a distinct advantage, and soon he had lost his pursuer in the labyrinth of his home.
Mamoru was a professional. He would never have made such an amateurish mistake. But he was distracted. He had lost his entire family as of now. Killed his entire family. By the time he had shaken Yoji he was running more haphazardly then with any sort of destination in mind. He ran without noticing his surroundings until he slammed into a hard body.
"I'm sorry Mamoru" and Ken pushed his bugnuks into his lover's chest.
***
It tore at Yoji's heart to see his friend in such pain. Ken sat on the floor covered in blood, clutching Mamoru's body to him like a life preserver. He wasn't crying or screaming, he just had a resigned look on his face.
It scared Yoji to death.
"Come on Ken, we have to go. If we don't go soon Aya will blow the building up with us in it." Yoji forced a grin.
"No, you're coming with me." "You go ahead."
"I will in a minute, just go, I need a second, I'll be right behind you." Aya appeared behind Yoji and started to tug him out the door.
"I don't like this Aya."
"just give him a second, he's grieving."
They went out and around to get the car. Almost the second they were far enough away, the building blew.
(NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, But Ken was so pretty)
Review, the pygmies are watching you.
Chapter 6 Song of the Fat Lady
"Takatori Mamoru." The still picture was replaced by a film clip.
Ken watched in stunned silence as the boy on the screen, the boy that was so obviously Omi, leaned casually against a wall, looking bored. It took a trained eye to know that he was studying the room, about to do something. He was in a large conference room of some sort. There were twelve men sitting around a table, a few had wives and girlfriends (or boyfriend) but most of the women and a few men in the room were obviously hookers. Omi fell into the boyfriend group. He was wearing tight black pants and a shiny black shirt, open most of the way, but unlike the hookers, he wasn't hanging on anyone.
A few minutes into the tape the man sitting at the head of the table, (who was obviously in charge) gestured for Omi to come over and ordered all if the "interlopers" (hookers not high up enough to here about business) out of the room. Omi went and sat on the bosses lap as the hookers cleared out, leaving the twelve men, about four women, eight big tall guys that were probably bodyguards, and Omi. No, not Omi, Mamoru.
The door closed and everyone was settling into their discussion. Mamoru wiggled around a bit, giving the crime guy a little lap dance.
Suddenly all of the women in the room were dead, small darts sticking out of their necks.
Abruptly the room was in an uproar. No one seemed to know where the darts had come from. Even the three assassins watching the video weren't entirely sure. The body guards stared around stupidly as the men all started accusing each other. The crime boss gave Mamoru a peck on the lips and told him to wait outside.
Mamoru made his way to the door, and when he got there he disposed of four of the guards with a cross bow he had pulled out of. . . Ken did not want to know where (it was actually in a specially designed harness on his back, but Ken has a perverted mind).
The rest of the guards were down a moment later and then the twelve crime lords knew who the culprit was. Their guns having been left outside for the duration of the meeting, the lazy, flabby men didn't have a chance. Mamoru pulled a knife out of his boot and slit the first one's throat. He gutted the next two and left his knife in the fourth. The fifth man he attacked with his bare hands, driving the heel of his palm into the man's sternum in such a way that it broke of his xygomatic process and punctured a lung (you can really kill someone like that). Six and seven were killed with some ninja stars Mamoru flung at them as they were trying to get out the door (the door with four big burly dead bodyguards blocking it). Eight nine and ten were run through with the retrieved knife and eleven got his throat slit, twelve put up one hell of a fight which ended when Mamoru decapitated him with a ceremonial sword off the wall.
Mamoru was completely unaffected by what he had just done. After all the macabre (kudos to me on finally using macabre in a sentence) he calmly lit a cigarette and cleaned himself with a towel and the jug of water left on the table. Before he left the room he smiled winningly into the security camera.
"This footage was taken earlier today" Ken let out a small wimper "The victims are a crime family that posed a threat to Hirofumi. We believe that Mamoru is also responsible for the deaths of several Kritiker agents and police officers. Because of his wealth and political as well as criminal connections, it would be impossible to prosecute him. We have recently confirmed that he will be in. . ."
"No need," Aya cut him off "he's upstairs right now, I'll go."
Ken whipped around to face Aya. Without thinking he barreled past the red head, knocking him into the wall, and ran up the stairs to his room, not sure what he would do when he got there.
He didn't have to worry, Mamoru was gone.
***
"What happened?"
"Weiss. She was in the park with Swartz to protect her, and Weiss came and killed her for being connected to the Takatoris. I'm so sorry Ma-kun."
Mamoru felt numb. Ken would never. . . but Oka was dead.
Oka his darling baby sister, who helped him hide his relationship and offered quiet support and sound advice when life got to be too much. Oka who consoled him after he made a kill. . .or after someone he loved died. But there was no one to console him now.
***
It was midnight, and Ken was standing outside of the Takatori Estate (or more specifically, Mamoru and Hirofumi's house) trying to convince himself that he was doing the right thing. He was having quite a bit of trouble.
No matter how many times he told himself that Mamoru was a cold-blooded killer, it didn't change the fact that he was in love with him.
***
Yoji scaled the fence that bordered the Takatori estate with relative ease. Aya was waiting on the other side, already surveying the perimeter. It had taken a lot of convincing to get Ken to sit this one out. He had been very upset, but he understood that Mamoru was a threat to society. Hell, Mamoru probably didn't really love him anyway. Killers weren't really capable of that kind of unselfish love. Probably.
Yoji had gotten to like Omi, the little that he had seen him. The kid was generally a bundle of sunshine. And he called Yoji 'Yoji-kun' just to make Ken happy.
But Omi was a lie. He didn't really exist. Mamoru existed and Mamoru was evil. Manx had explained to them earlier that Mamoru had probably had the whole thing planned from the start, a way to eliminate Weiss. Yoji didn't question her. He never questioned Kritiker, even when there was a nagging question in the back of his head asking why Mamoru had bothered to wait a year when he could have easily killed them all in there sleep a million times over.
Yoji slid against the wall until he reached the door to Hirofumi's office. Peeking inside, he gave a start to find Mamoru in there as well, both men were standing near the desk, talking. Yoji didn't think he was making any noise, but Hirofumi must have heard him anyway, because in a flash, he had Mamoru around the torso with a gun to his head.
"I know you're there Weiss. Show yourself or I'll kill your little squeeze toy." And then Hirofumi was on the ground dead. Mamoru wiped his dagger on Hirofumi's pant leg and then cautiously turned toward the door.
"K-Ken-kun?" Yoji eased the door open so he could be seen. Mamoru ran out the opposite door.
***
Mamoru ran from Yoji, using his assassins grace to maneuver through halls and passages he was familiar with. He had a distinct advantage, and soon he had lost his pursuer in the labyrinth of his home.
Mamoru was a professional. He would never have made such an amateurish mistake. But he was distracted. He had lost his entire family as of now. Killed his entire family. By the time he had shaken Yoji he was running more haphazardly then with any sort of destination in mind. He ran without noticing his surroundings until he slammed into a hard body.
"I'm sorry Mamoru" and Ken pushed his bugnuks into his lover's chest.
***
It tore at Yoji's heart to see his friend in such pain. Ken sat on the floor covered in blood, clutching Mamoru's body to him like a life preserver. He wasn't crying or screaming, he just had a resigned look on his face.
It scared Yoji to death.
"Come on Ken, we have to go. If we don't go soon Aya will blow the building up with us in it." Yoji forced a grin.
"No, you're coming with me." "You go ahead."
"I will in a minute, just go, I need a second, I'll be right behind you." Aya appeared behind Yoji and started to tug him out the door.
"I don't like this Aya."
"just give him a second, he's grieving."
They went out and around to get the car. Almost the second they were far enough away, the building blew.
(NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, But Ken was so pretty)