No Love Lost
Disclaimer: I do not own FFX-2 nor the characters or the story line. I just write fanfiction.
--It all started, when I first met you. It wasn't the most romantic meeting, but it was a meeting none the less. From that moment, because of you, my life changed. Working with you gave it meaning. Although you never recognized how much your generosity or your presence meant to everyone, none of us seemed to mind. You can be harsh or demanding at times, but we… no… I will stay with you to the end. Because… if anything should happen to you…I mean, because I lo-… For some reason, I can't tell this to you to your face. But… From the first day we met, I felt something…--
The faulty stench of nausea and alcohol filtered through the air. I could not apprehend how I ended up here in the first place. Working for Yevon was not the most fulfilling job. I could never remember why I joined anyway. Now that the Calm was here, Yevon had disbanded for reason I have forgotten, and is now called "New" Yevon. Frankly, I could not care the least bit. Sin is gone and now I am a free man. I recalling hearing about some new groups forming all over Spira, such as Machine Faction, "New" Yevon and what not. New Yevon did not really strike my interest. But this group that was just newly form, Youth League… I was still young, right? Even though I don't really look it. My distinct, elegant features did not really pass through the mind as youthful. More… how should I say this, spiteful. My eyes were always squinted, I always glare at the fools around me, and my advanced vocabulary was not easily matched. And where I was now, wasn't exactly what you would call a "country club". Surrounded by foul smelling drunkards. And here I was, trying my best to "fit in". I swallowed the foul tasting ale and signaled the bartender.
"Bartender, another drink."
My wardrobe was not the only thing that stuck out like a sore thumb. My accent was of a high breed. Unlike the urban trash these idiots were more spewing out of their mouths than talking. What am I doing here you ask? With the original Yevon gone, and no longer working under that slave driver, Kinoc, who I am thankful is dead, I am about as worthless as these imbeciles around me. But as I thought things could not get worse, it did. Because I stuck out like a sore thumb with my clean uniform from my days of working under Kinoc, I was bound to draw attention. I just prayed I would not draw miscreants. Unfortunately, I did.
"Well, well, boys. Look w'at we 'ave 'ere." Their leader, I assumed, said in his thick accent as he sat next to me.
He and his gang wore leather jackets, tattered pants, dirty, torn shoes and their faces were begging to be shaved.
"So boy, w'at are you doin' 'ere, eh? You look like you're goin' to some kinda ceremony than out drinkin' at our bar. So I'm assumin' you're new 'ere. So I'm gonna let you off easy now." He explained as his three cronies were snickering and smirking in the background, "We don't like you. So we're gonna drag you outside, beat the livin' crap outta ya, then take every single bit o' gil ya got! Got it?"
Lovely. Well I can tell you this, I was not going to take this sitting down. I stood up and glared at him and his gang of idiots. My expression soon turned into a smirked as an idea crossed my mind.
"Instead of beating me to a pulp, which I am sure you'd fail at anyway, I purpose a little game." I smirked.
"W'at do ya mean?" One of the three cronies asked.
"Are you gentlemen familiar with the manly game of… Russian Roulette?" I asked as I drew a gun from my belt, twirling it around my finger and catching it as I finished my sentence.
"Russian Roulette you say?"
"Yes, I do say. This gun holds six bullets but I only have four left. The catch is there are five of us and four bullets only one of us will be left standing. Which means the last man standing gets everything one else's gil and lives to see another day. While the others… rest in peace." I explained.
The four of them seemed to get a bit nervous. I merely smirked.
"You gentlemen aren't scared are you?" I asked.
"O-Of course not! Jus' don't be sorry when yer brains get splattered all over the place." The leader smirked.
"B-But boss!" one spoke up.
"Shut it! If say we're playin', we're playin'!" The leader snarled.
"Well then, since you are so eager to get this started, why don't we step outside and begin. Shall we?" I asked, gesturing toward the door.
"After you, chump." One of the three cronies shoved me toward the door.
I gave him a hard glare, then began to lead them out the door. As we exited that putrid bar, I was blinded by the moonlight that filtered into the urban alleyway. Dirty, grime covered alley seemed perfect for a situation like this. The brick walls were stained with blood and vandalized by graffiti. The smell of smoke and rancid smell of rotten food floated through the air. This was, indeed, the bad side of Luca. The heavy echoes of leather boots caught my ear as the scumbags from the bar walked up to me. Their smug looks didn't seem to waver as they approached.
"Well w'at are ya waitin' for, man? Let's pass the gun!" One of the cronies said, causing the whole group of them to laugh.
I rolled my eyes as I spun the barrel on the revolver then handed them the gun. They quickly handed it back.
"You start." Said the leader with a smug look.
I let out a small chuckle as I held the gun to my head. The four of them watched closely in anticipation. I then pulled the trigger…
*click*
Nothing. I was safe, for now. I smirked as I handed the gun to one of the cronies. The guy looked at the gun nervously. He slowly raised it to his head. His hand was shaking nervously. He pulled the trigger…
*BANG!*
The guy just scattered his own cerebrum all over the alley wall. His friends watched in horror as he fell to the ground with a thud. His blood spilling onto the ground, washing against our boots. I looked up at their shocked faces and gave them a serious look. Telling them silently to pick up the gun and continue. Another gang member picked up the gun and held it to his head. His smug look made it look like he was sure he would get the next blank shot. He pulled the trigger…
*BANG!*
Dead wrong. Two bullets left, and one last blank shot. The last of the cronies picked up the gun from his comrade's cold, dead hand. He let out a sob, mourning the death of his friends. His tears dripped into the pool of blood bellow. He closed his eyes and held the gun to his head. He let out another loud sob as he pulled the trigger…
*BANG!*
The last gang member was dead. Now that was left was the leader of the former group and I. His smug expression was now a nervous, scared to death look. There was only one bullet left, and one blank shot left. I knew right there and then, I wasn't the one who was gonna die tonight. I kicked the revolver toward him. Signaling it was his turn. He nervously picked up the gun. He held it to his head. He pulled the trigger…
*click*
The leader opened his eyes. He was in disbelieve. He patted his body trying to make sure he was alive. Once he apprehended that, he looked up and me with an sinister grin. I kept my stern look.
"Well, well. Looks like you are out of luck." He smirked as he pointed the gun at me, "Bye, bye."
He pulled the trigger…
*click*
The man looked down at the gun. I could tell he was confused.
"You said t'ere were four bullets in this thing!" He snarled at me.
"I never said there were four bullets in THAT gun. I just said I had four bullets left." I explained to him smugly.
"Then where is the last bullet!?" He demanded.
"Right here." I said with a smile as I pulled out a second gun.
His eyes grew twice their original size. I opened the revolver and loaded my last bullet into the barrel. I closed it and spun the barrel and aim for the center of his chest. He tried to run away, but…
*BANG!*
He let out a bloodcurdling cry and he fell to the ground, adding to the pool of blood. I looked down at him with an emotionless expression. I leaned over and retrieved my other revolver from the puddle of blood. I spun it on my index finger and seethed it its holster and did the same with the other. I was about to reenter the bar when I heard the oddest sound, slow clapping. I slowly turned my head in the direction of the sound. A figure stepped out of the darkness. And, if I must say, a lovely figure indeed! What stepped out of the shadows was the perfect hourglass figure of a young woman. She wore a quite revealing magenta dress that showed off her fabulous figure. I could tell she wasn't the most modest person in the world, but still, she did look wonderful in that dress. I watched as those well-toned legs approached me with such grace. My eyes traced her body from her legs, to her hips, to her toned stomach, then stopped at her breasts for a while. What can I say, I'm male! I noticed she had a heart shaped tattoo on her chest. After a while I found myself staring for a bit too long. Although she did not seem notice because the whole time she approached me, she had a large fan hiding her face.
"I must say, that was a very impressive display, love." Her came from behind the large fan.
Her voice was husky, sexy and angelic to my ears. She slowly folded her fan to revealing her face. She was indeed beautiful. Her chocolate brown eyes sparkled with intrigue and desire. Her short blonde hair was nicely layered and feathered. Her ruby red lips curled with a smile as she approached me. Her hips swaying with each step, luring my gaze. I swallowed hard. It had been awhile since I had a chance to admire young women.
"You've deeply caught my attention, boy. Shall we go inside and talk?" she asked.
"O-Of course." I replied as I opened the door for her.
As we entered, I noticed that many eyes were on her and the loud Neanderthal voices became hush whispers. We sat down at the counter and ordered drinks. I ordered a whisky and she ordered a margarita.
"If I may ask," I said to break the silence, "What is a woman of such high caliber such as yourself, doing in a place like this?"
"I'm here on business. And what is a man with such talent as you doing here as well?" She asked.
"I hate to admit this, but, I am unfortunately without a profession at the moment." I told her.
"Just what I wanted to hear, love." She smiled sipping her margarita.
"Pardon me?"
"I'm a sphere-hunter, love. I'm looking for people who are interested in joining me. And with talents such as yours, I would deeply appreciate it if you considered it."
"A sphere-hunter, you say? Hunting for spheres… I'm not sure if finding people's old "home movies" is something I would consider."
She laughed, "We don't hunt for any old spheres, love. People are more interested in spheres of Spira's past or interesting events. And if you sell it, you can make thousands of gil."
"Why would you want me to join? I have no experience in that field."
"I haven't had any experience in this field either, love. But, I find hundreds of spheres in a week. It's easy with the proper equipment."
"I'm not too familiar with machina either. You see, I used to work for Yevon…"
"Ahh, say no more, love. I'm sure I can help you with that."
"I have no place to stay…"
"You can stay in my guest quarters."
"…You seem pretty desperate for help."
"It's… not easy doing this on my own. I need the best help I can get."
"I see. Well, a deadbeat like me is of no use to you then. I can assure you I am not the best." I told her as I stood up and began to head out the door.
"Wait! Please!" I could hear her shout the second before the door shut behind me.
I was tired of this joke. A woman such as herself could never be a sphere-hunter. It was probably just a rouse to make a fool out of me. I wasn't paying attention and suddenly bumped into someone. I looked up to find a large muscular man. He seemed infuriated, dirty and drunk. Not my best luck today.
"DID YOU DO THIS?!" He shouted in my face hold me up by my collar with one hand and pointing with the other.
I looked to where he was pointing. It was the bodies from the "little game" of Russian Roulette. I looked back at him and could tell he was probably a friend of the group.
"I ASKED YOU, DID YOU DO THIS?!" He repeated.
"I…well… I…" I began.
"YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS!!! I"LL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!!!" He interrupted me.
He took his hand that was pointed and now turned it into a fist. The next thing I knew my jaw hurt like hell and I was thrown back by the impact. I landed on the hard cement, crying out in pain. I placed my hand on my face and winced. Even my own touch made it worse. I could hear his heavy steps approach me. They stopped short. I looked up to see a figure blocking his path. It was her…
"I saw him first. You want him, you'll have to go through me."
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! And what's a woman like you gonna do about it, eh? You gonna tickle me with your weak little punches?"
"Don't you DARE mock me!"
"Oh boo-hoo. Is the young lady gonna cry now? Why don't you go of and clean a house, bitch!"
"You asked for it!"
She raised her hands into the air. I could hear her muttering lightly, no, not muttering, chanting! Clouds from above gathered together. Thunder crashed, and rain poured. The sweet soothing droplets landed gently on my already cold, yet pain-filled face as I watched her conjure up this massive, raging storm.
"This is goodbye, love." She whispered she pointed her fan toward the Muscle-bound ruffian and shouted: "THUNDER!"
Thunder clapped as a streak of lighting descended from the heavens and struck her opponent. The electric shock ran through his veins until it reached his heart. I watched as he fell to the ground, smoke escaping his body. I slowly made my way to my feet. I turned to the young woman. She held her head in her hand. She seemed a bit faint from both the sight of the smoldering body at her feet and the energy for that attack.
"Rest in peace." I heard her whisper as she turned to me, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I am quite fine. Thank you." I replied with a nod, "Why did you come out here?"
"I wasn't gonna let you get away that easily." She pointed her finger at me, "I never take no for an answer! Because for me, anything goes!"
"So… you actually want my help? This isn't some joke?" I asked.
"Of course it's not a joke, love! I saw you fight off those losers without breaking a sweat. I was deeply impressed. I know you'll be the perfect partner!" She said with a sexy smile.
"P-Partner?"
"So will you join me?"
"O-Of course! Why not!"
"Wonderful! I'm sure you'll get along well with my other partner."
"Other partner?"
"Oh don't worry, he's very friendly. By the way, my name is Leblanc. And you are…?"
…Logos…
…Logos…
…Logos wake up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Logos awoke groggily. He stuffed his face into his pillow hoping to fall to sleep again.
"Logos! Yous better get up or I'll jump on ya!" An obnoxious voice shouted in his ear.
"Ugh, Ormi, do shut up! I still have…" He looked up at his bedside clock, "…five hours of sleep left!? What the hell are you doing up this late!?" Logos demanded in his elegant tone.
"The boss wants you to help her with something tomorrow." Ormi yawned.
"What?!" Logos sat up quick, "With what? When did she tell you this?!"
"She told me yesterday. I believe it was during lunch." Ormi thought aloud.
"And you couldn't tell me this yesterday, why!?" Logos sighed.
"…I dunno." Ormi simply answered.
"You pinhead." Logos smacked him.
"Ow! Anyway, it was something about how she needs you, blah, blah, blah, you should be prepared, then she winked and left." Ormi told him.
"I see. Maybe she's finally coming around?" Logos thought aloud.
"Yeah, right." Ormi rolled his eyes.
"Alright then. You can go now." Logos lay back down and tried to get back to sleep.
"Um… I can't." Ormi told him.
"Why?" Logos asked with an annoyed tone.
"I can't sleep." Ormi told him.
"So? What does that have to do with me?" Logos asked.
"…Can I sleep in your bed?" Ormi asked.
"What!? Over my dead body!" Logos hissed.
"If yous don't let me in, I'll tell the boss about the spheres of her changing into her nightgown you got stashed under your bed!" Ormi threatened.
Logos's eyes shot open, "…Fine."
Ormi smirked to himself and crawled in, forcing Logos right to the edge of the bed.
"Good night, buddy." Ormi yawned to Logos.
"…I hate you." Logos hissed.
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GB666: Yeah… I'm not too fond of the Syndicate, well I think Leblanc is pretty kick-ass :P, but I thought this would be an interesting idea to put things in their point of view in the game, toss in a weird pairing and some humor and we got a fanfic that no one else ahs thought of yet! I actually got the idea from a friend and I bet he will enjoy every single chapter of this LOL. Anyway, remember this is only the first chapter so it WILL get better!
Disclaimer: I do not own FFX-2 nor the characters or the story line. I just write fanfiction.
--It all started, when I first met you. It wasn't the most romantic meeting, but it was a meeting none the less. From that moment, because of you, my life changed. Working with you gave it meaning. Although you never recognized how much your generosity or your presence meant to everyone, none of us seemed to mind. You can be harsh or demanding at times, but we… no… I will stay with you to the end. Because… if anything should happen to you…I mean, because I lo-… For some reason, I can't tell this to you to your face. But… From the first day we met, I felt something…--
The faulty stench of nausea and alcohol filtered through the air. I could not apprehend how I ended up here in the first place. Working for Yevon was not the most fulfilling job. I could never remember why I joined anyway. Now that the Calm was here, Yevon had disbanded for reason I have forgotten, and is now called "New" Yevon. Frankly, I could not care the least bit. Sin is gone and now I am a free man. I recalling hearing about some new groups forming all over Spira, such as Machine Faction, "New" Yevon and what not. New Yevon did not really strike my interest. But this group that was just newly form, Youth League… I was still young, right? Even though I don't really look it. My distinct, elegant features did not really pass through the mind as youthful. More… how should I say this, spiteful. My eyes were always squinted, I always glare at the fools around me, and my advanced vocabulary was not easily matched. And where I was now, wasn't exactly what you would call a "country club". Surrounded by foul smelling drunkards. And here I was, trying my best to "fit in". I swallowed the foul tasting ale and signaled the bartender.
"Bartender, another drink."
My wardrobe was not the only thing that stuck out like a sore thumb. My accent was of a high breed. Unlike the urban trash these idiots were more spewing out of their mouths than talking. What am I doing here you ask? With the original Yevon gone, and no longer working under that slave driver, Kinoc, who I am thankful is dead, I am about as worthless as these imbeciles around me. But as I thought things could not get worse, it did. Because I stuck out like a sore thumb with my clean uniform from my days of working under Kinoc, I was bound to draw attention. I just prayed I would not draw miscreants. Unfortunately, I did.
"Well, well, boys. Look w'at we 'ave 'ere." Their leader, I assumed, said in his thick accent as he sat next to me.
He and his gang wore leather jackets, tattered pants, dirty, torn shoes and their faces were begging to be shaved.
"So boy, w'at are you doin' 'ere, eh? You look like you're goin' to some kinda ceremony than out drinkin' at our bar. So I'm assumin' you're new 'ere. So I'm gonna let you off easy now." He explained as his three cronies were snickering and smirking in the background, "We don't like you. So we're gonna drag you outside, beat the livin' crap outta ya, then take every single bit o' gil ya got! Got it?"
Lovely. Well I can tell you this, I was not going to take this sitting down. I stood up and glared at him and his gang of idiots. My expression soon turned into a smirked as an idea crossed my mind.
"Instead of beating me to a pulp, which I am sure you'd fail at anyway, I purpose a little game." I smirked.
"W'at do ya mean?" One of the three cronies asked.
"Are you gentlemen familiar with the manly game of… Russian Roulette?" I asked as I drew a gun from my belt, twirling it around my finger and catching it as I finished my sentence.
"Russian Roulette you say?"
"Yes, I do say. This gun holds six bullets but I only have four left. The catch is there are five of us and four bullets only one of us will be left standing. Which means the last man standing gets everything one else's gil and lives to see another day. While the others… rest in peace." I explained.
The four of them seemed to get a bit nervous. I merely smirked.
"You gentlemen aren't scared are you?" I asked.
"O-Of course not! Jus' don't be sorry when yer brains get splattered all over the place." The leader smirked.
"B-But boss!" one spoke up.
"Shut it! If say we're playin', we're playin'!" The leader snarled.
"Well then, since you are so eager to get this started, why don't we step outside and begin. Shall we?" I asked, gesturing toward the door.
"After you, chump." One of the three cronies shoved me toward the door.
I gave him a hard glare, then began to lead them out the door. As we exited that putrid bar, I was blinded by the moonlight that filtered into the urban alleyway. Dirty, grime covered alley seemed perfect for a situation like this. The brick walls were stained with blood and vandalized by graffiti. The smell of smoke and rancid smell of rotten food floated through the air. This was, indeed, the bad side of Luca. The heavy echoes of leather boots caught my ear as the scumbags from the bar walked up to me. Their smug looks didn't seem to waver as they approached.
"Well w'at are ya waitin' for, man? Let's pass the gun!" One of the cronies said, causing the whole group of them to laugh.
I rolled my eyes as I spun the barrel on the revolver then handed them the gun. They quickly handed it back.
"You start." Said the leader with a smug look.
I let out a small chuckle as I held the gun to my head. The four of them watched closely in anticipation. I then pulled the trigger…
*click*
Nothing. I was safe, for now. I smirked as I handed the gun to one of the cronies. The guy looked at the gun nervously. He slowly raised it to his head. His hand was shaking nervously. He pulled the trigger…
*BANG!*
The guy just scattered his own cerebrum all over the alley wall. His friends watched in horror as he fell to the ground with a thud. His blood spilling onto the ground, washing against our boots. I looked up at their shocked faces and gave them a serious look. Telling them silently to pick up the gun and continue. Another gang member picked up the gun and held it to his head. His smug look made it look like he was sure he would get the next blank shot. He pulled the trigger…
*BANG!*
Dead wrong. Two bullets left, and one last blank shot. The last of the cronies picked up the gun from his comrade's cold, dead hand. He let out a sob, mourning the death of his friends. His tears dripped into the pool of blood bellow. He closed his eyes and held the gun to his head. He let out another loud sob as he pulled the trigger…
*BANG!*
The last gang member was dead. Now that was left was the leader of the former group and I. His smug expression was now a nervous, scared to death look. There was only one bullet left, and one blank shot left. I knew right there and then, I wasn't the one who was gonna die tonight. I kicked the revolver toward him. Signaling it was his turn. He nervously picked up the gun. He held it to his head. He pulled the trigger…
*click*
The leader opened his eyes. He was in disbelieve. He patted his body trying to make sure he was alive. Once he apprehended that, he looked up and me with an sinister grin. I kept my stern look.
"Well, well. Looks like you are out of luck." He smirked as he pointed the gun at me, "Bye, bye."
He pulled the trigger…
*click*
The man looked down at the gun. I could tell he was confused.
"You said t'ere were four bullets in this thing!" He snarled at me.
"I never said there were four bullets in THAT gun. I just said I had four bullets left." I explained to him smugly.
"Then where is the last bullet!?" He demanded.
"Right here." I said with a smile as I pulled out a second gun.
His eyes grew twice their original size. I opened the revolver and loaded my last bullet into the barrel. I closed it and spun the barrel and aim for the center of his chest. He tried to run away, but…
*BANG!*
He let out a bloodcurdling cry and he fell to the ground, adding to the pool of blood. I looked down at him with an emotionless expression. I leaned over and retrieved my other revolver from the puddle of blood. I spun it on my index finger and seethed it its holster and did the same with the other. I was about to reenter the bar when I heard the oddest sound, slow clapping. I slowly turned my head in the direction of the sound. A figure stepped out of the darkness. And, if I must say, a lovely figure indeed! What stepped out of the shadows was the perfect hourglass figure of a young woman. She wore a quite revealing magenta dress that showed off her fabulous figure. I could tell she wasn't the most modest person in the world, but still, she did look wonderful in that dress. I watched as those well-toned legs approached me with such grace. My eyes traced her body from her legs, to her hips, to her toned stomach, then stopped at her breasts for a while. What can I say, I'm male! I noticed she had a heart shaped tattoo on her chest. After a while I found myself staring for a bit too long. Although she did not seem notice because the whole time she approached me, she had a large fan hiding her face.
"I must say, that was a very impressive display, love." Her came from behind the large fan.
Her voice was husky, sexy and angelic to my ears. She slowly folded her fan to revealing her face. She was indeed beautiful. Her chocolate brown eyes sparkled with intrigue and desire. Her short blonde hair was nicely layered and feathered. Her ruby red lips curled with a smile as she approached me. Her hips swaying with each step, luring my gaze. I swallowed hard. It had been awhile since I had a chance to admire young women.
"You've deeply caught my attention, boy. Shall we go inside and talk?" she asked.
"O-Of course." I replied as I opened the door for her.
As we entered, I noticed that many eyes were on her and the loud Neanderthal voices became hush whispers. We sat down at the counter and ordered drinks. I ordered a whisky and she ordered a margarita.
"If I may ask," I said to break the silence, "What is a woman of such high caliber such as yourself, doing in a place like this?"
"I'm here on business. And what is a man with such talent as you doing here as well?" She asked.
"I hate to admit this, but, I am unfortunately without a profession at the moment." I told her.
"Just what I wanted to hear, love." She smiled sipping her margarita.
"Pardon me?"
"I'm a sphere-hunter, love. I'm looking for people who are interested in joining me. And with talents such as yours, I would deeply appreciate it if you considered it."
"A sphere-hunter, you say? Hunting for spheres… I'm not sure if finding people's old "home movies" is something I would consider."
She laughed, "We don't hunt for any old spheres, love. People are more interested in spheres of Spira's past or interesting events. And if you sell it, you can make thousands of gil."
"Why would you want me to join? I have no experience in that field."
"I haven't had any experience in this field either, love. But, I find hundreds of spheres in a week. It's easy with the proper equipment."
"I'm not too familiar with machina either. You see, I used to work for Yevon…"
"Ahh, say no more, love. I'm sure I can help you with that."
"I have no place to stay…"
"You can stay in my guest quarters."
"…You seem pretty desperate for help."
"It's… not easy doing this on my own. I need the best help I can get."
"I see. Well, a deadbeat like me is of no use to you then. I can assure you I am not the best." I told her as I stood up and began to head out the door.
"Wait! Please!" I could hear her shout the second before the door shut behind me.
I was tired of this joke. A woman such as herself could never be a sphere-hunter. It was probably just a rouse to make a fool out of me. I wasn't paying attention and suddenly bumped into someone. I looked up to find a large muscular man. He seemed infuriated, dirty and drunk. Not my best luck today.
"DID YOU DO THIS?!" He shouted in my face hold me up by my collar with one hand and pointing with the other.
I looked to where he was pointing. It was the bodies from the "little game" of Russian Roulette. I looked back at him and could tell he was probably a friend of the group.
"I ASKED YOU, DID YOU DO THIS?!" He repeated.
"I…well… I…" I began.
"YOU KILLED MY FRIENDS!!! I"LL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB!!!" He interrupted me.
He took his hand that was pointed and now turned it into a fist. The next thing I knew my jaw hurt like hell and I was thrown back by the impact. I landed on the hard cement, crying out in pain. I placed my hand on my face and winced. Even my own touch made it worse. I could hear his heavy steps approach me. They stopped short. I looked up to see a figure blocking his path. It was her…
"I saw him first. You want him, you'll have to go through me."
"HAHAHAHAHAHA! And what's a woman like you gonna do about it, eh? You gonna tickle me with your weak little punches?"
"Don't you DARE mock me!"
"Oh boo-hoo. Is the young lady gonna cry now? Why don't you go of and clean a house, bitch!"
"You asked for it!"
She raised her hands into the air. I could hear her muttering lightly, no, not muttering, chanting! Clouds from above gathered together. Thunder crashed, and rain poured. The sweet soothing droplets landed gently on my already cold, yet pain-filled face as I watched her conjure up this massive, raging storm.
"This is goodbye, love." She whispered she pointed her fan toward the Muscle-bound ruffian and shouted: "THUNDER!"
Thunder clapped as a streak of lighting descended from the heavens and struck her opponent. The electric shock ran through his veins until it reached his heart. I watched as he fell to the ground, smoke escaping his body. I slowly made my way to my feet. I turned to the young woman. She held her head in her hand. She seemed a bit faint from both the sight of the smoldering body at her feet and the energy for that attack.
"Rest in peace." I heard her whisper as she turned to me, "Are you alright?"
"Yes, I am quite fine. Thank you." I replied with a nod, "Why did you come out here?"
"I wasn't gonna let you get away that easily." She pointed her finger at me, "I never take no for an answer! Because for me, anything goes!"
"So… you actually want my help? This isn't some joke?" I asked.
"Of course it's not a joke, love! I saw you fight off those losers without breaking a sweat. I was deeply impressed. I know you'll be the perfect partner!" She said with a sexy smile.
"P-Partner?"
"So will you join me?"
"O-Of course! Why not!"
"Wonderful! I'm sure you'll get along well with my other partner."
"Other partner?"
"Oh don't worry, he's very friendly. By the way, my name is Leblanc. And you are…?"
…Logos…
…Logos…
…Logos wake up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Logos awoke groggily. He stuffed his face into his pillow hoping to fall to sleep again.
"Logos! Yous better get up or I'll jump on ya!" An obnoxious voice shouted in his ear.
"Ugh, Ormi, do shut up! I still have…" He looked up at his bedside clock, "…five hours of sleep left!? What the hell are you doing up this late!?" Logos demanded in his elegant tone.
"The boss wants you to help her with something tomorrow." Ormi yawned.
"What?!" Logos sat up quick, "With what? When did she tell you this?!"
"She told me yesterday. I believe it was during lunch." Ormi thought aloud.
"And you couldn't tell me this yesterday, why!?" Logos sighed.
"…I dunno." Ormi simply answered.
"You pinhead." Logos smacked him.
"Ow! Anyway, it was something about how she needs you, blah, blah, blah, you should be prepared, then she winked and left." Ormi told him.
"I see. Maybe she's finally coming around?" Logos thought aloud.
"Yeah, right." Ormi rolled his eyes.
"Alright then. You can go now." Logos lay back down and tried to get back to sleep.
"Um… I can't." Ormi told him.
"Why?" Logos asked with an annoyed tone.
"I can't sleep." Ormi told him.
"So? What does that have to do with me?" Logos asked.
"…Can I sleep in your bed?" Ormi asked.
"What!? Over my dead body!" Logos hissed.
"If yous don't let me in, I'll tell the boss about the spheres of her changing into her nightgown you got stashed under your bed!" Ormi threatened.
Logos's eyes shot open, "…Fine."
Ormi smirked to himself and crawled in, forcing Logos right to the edge of the bed.
"Good night, buddy." Ormi yawned to Logos.
"…I hate you." Logos hissed.
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GB666: Yeah… I'm not too fond of the Syndicate, well I think Leblanc is pretty kick-ass :P, but I thought this would be an interesting idea to put things in their point of view in the game, toss in a weird pairing and some humor and we got a fanfic that no one else ahs thought of yet! I actually got the idea from a friend and I bet he will enjoy every single chapter of this LOL. Anyway, remember this is only the first chapter so it WILL get better!