Chapter 15: ??
A/N: Sorry guys, I want to apologize for how short the last chapter was compared to my last ones...I'm just getting over a writer's block you know! And I'm trying to decide exactly where I'm taking this, because I really don't know! Any suggestions would be IMMENSELY helpful! Honestly they would! I'm working on getting to this, hold your horses. What? You don't have horses? Hold your shoelaces then. What? Don't have shoelaces?! GO FIND SOME.
Disclaimer: I don't own RK.
~6~6~6~
The assassin crept silently through the corridor. His breath, though silent, came more quickly than normal, and his regularly deep blue eyes were cold and hard with anger, not at himself, but at the ones that brought this upon him. It was so like them to force him into murder again. He'd been doing this for near 13 years of his life, and still he despised it. The bloodspray sickened him, and he was wont to hasten himself.
He knew that the fate of his world could stand upon this one moment; this one night could determined the outlook of his future. Would he be able to carry on, like he had so many times before? Or would this time someone catch him? He needed, no, he LONGED for his sadistic lie to be brought into light. He was tired of living such a blatant untruth when everyone around him thought he was so pure.
Not that they didn't know of his treachery. No, they knew. He knew she'd heard him, coming and going as the awful plague of darkness. She knew, and yet she'd never said anything, not one plain, straightforward word had slipped from her lips. Maybe she wanted to maintain his altruistic bubble of falsity. Or was she simply biding her time, waiting for the accidental slip-up to affirm her suspicions.
Then there was him. Yes, he knew too of course. It's terribly hard to be someone's best friend and not know his or her deepest secrets, even if he or she DOES try to hide them. Friends are woven too closely in the tapestry of his heart, for it is not very often that true friends like his are found.
He cursed his blasted existence.
He didn't want to live like this anymore.
Why did he have to be the best?
Was it his fault that he excelled at the most dangerous sport of all?
He knew he was thinking too much, but could do nothing to stop it. He had to cut off his senses, this atrocity of purity couldn't be viewed by one thought so pure, it would drive him mad. His guilt battled with his wits furiously, common sense assailed his sense of duty. Love for her warred with hate for them.
WHY COULDN'T THEY HAVE JUST CHOSEN SOMEONE ELSE?!
Why was it him?
Why had it always been him?
He took a deep breath. Soon it wouldn't matter. Either his life would be over, or someone would stop him from doing the horrendous act he was being forced to commit. Could he do it? Could he kill her? She was substantial to his plan. If he was to succeed for his people, he must first cede his willpower totally to them. He would have nothing between him and them, and that included significant others. The woman had to go. If he were to be forced into this, he would not go halfway.
She wouldn't want to live with so many around her dead anyways. So he was really doing her a favor, shortening her existence on this sad, sad plane of life. Or was he? Would she look into his eyes as he slaughtered her? Would she beg for mercy, or cry out his name with her dying breath? Would she ever forgive him if he did this?
He knew the answer, though he be loathe to admit it. She would never forgive him for this. Not this that he would soon set into action. He knew that once this dirty sin was committed he could never again look into a mirror, for the only reflection looking back at him would be one of misery and hypocrisy. The thin lines of guilt would be etched forever in his features, the creases of hidden sin would only deepen with time as they continued to use him as their shield.
Would his death be as haunted as his wretched life? He paused now outside her door, moments away from the eternity it would take to kill his beloved, his precious. Why had he agreed? He could never do this! There was always a way out...he just had to find his. Could he run? Would they find him if he left for good? Surely not...but he knew in the back of his mind they would, that he would always be hunted, a marked target with a price on his title. Why did people want to be the best?
'It's a very obvious thing called power.' he remarked stiffly to himself.
And with that he strode silently into her room.
He prowled through the shadows of her room, the blackness of his bent figure matching exactly the blackness in his heart. When he approached her sleeping form he finally drew his weapon. The wickedly sharp, gleaming blade of the long dagger seemed to resonate with the same blackness.
A sword would have been much too noticeable and unwieldy in the circumstances. There was a huge risk that she would awake at any moment, being the light sleeper she was. He carefully slunk closer and peered down at her features anxiously, as if looking for a sign that would stop him in his tracks. He had faith, he knew someone would stop him, all he had to do was believe.
Surely they wouldn't let him kill her?
Someone would notice. They had to. He raised the knife, poised it close to her throat and prepared it for the final strike it would make. He paused, giving the person that was sure to stop him a moment more. He wavered indecisively, knowing that she would be gone forever. Could he deal with that?
He sighed quietly and pushed his thoughts out of his head. Time to do what he had to do. The knife still trembled, poised above her throat. A single slash would be all it took, and she would be dead before she awoke. He could do it, it would be simple.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. If it were so simple, why was he having so much trouble doing it? Sure, he could talk about it all day, but that didn't mean it was going to happen. His anger at his own weakness grew, and he used it to fuel his determination. This was something that had to be done, and he would do it.
He raised the dagger slightly higher, and the slashed.
Hitomi rolled sharply to her left, crying out in anguish as the knife missed its original target and sliced deeply into her shoulder instead."Damn." she heard her attacker curse softly. "WHO'S THERE!!!" she shrieked in a panic. "FJORK!!! FJORK HELP!!!"
Her attacker froze before turning to run out of her room. Hitomi had forgotten her psychic powers, had forgotten she was a goddess at all. All she cared about was getting away, was saving herself. Tears of pain and fear were coursing down her cheeks, further inhibiting her mental eye. Had she had a clear mind about her, she would have reached for the aura of her attacker.
She sobbed into her pillow, making no effort to stem the blood flowing heavily from her right shoulder. Hiko burst into her room and earned a shrieking wail from Hitomi. "Hush girl, I'm not here to hurt you." he said sternly. "What happened?" Hitomi couldn't answer, the pain was too much. The knife had been soaked in a chemical. It felt as if liquid fire, or perhaps boiling mercury, was spreading through her shoulder. She could feel the heat, the flames, and the torturous, acidic ashes it left behind as it devoured her alive. She had to tell Hiko, and yet, the words wouldn't come out.
Hiko teleported the remaining distance to Hitomi's bedside. Someone had slashed her pretty well, but from the angle evidently slashing was not what the attacker had had in mind. He searched for something to slow the blood flow, she was losing too much too fast. Hitomi's screams of pain confused him. He knew it must hurt, but he was not used to such strong reactions to simple evasive action. Hitomi herself had been slashed before for Pete's sake!
"Che-che--CHEMICAL!" Hitomi gasped.
Hiko stood stunned. Someone had used a chemical? That wasn't good...not good at all. "Stay here, what am I saying, of course you'll stay here, what am I going on about, Hiko you're so stupid, stupid, stupid!"
Hitomi sobbed. That brought Hiko to his senses. If he didn't do something, and soon, Hitomi would lose consciousness, and all traces of her attacker would be gone, for he was sure they'd have taken that precaution. He teleported to the Medical Examining room. "Flewrind!!!!!!!!!" He roared.
A short, eccentric, and slightly pudgy looking man appeared before him. "What do YOU want?" he drawled. His defiant demeanor was usually accepted with impatient tolerance by Hiko -- after all, he had been alone most his life -- but not today. "FLEWRIND I HAVEN'T GOT TIME! HITOMI'S BEEN ATTACKED!!!"
"Oh my that's the third one tonight...it seems the Others are busy tonight." Flewrind remarked, quickly gathering his essential devices together and preparing to teleport after Hiko. "Ready?" He asked. Hiko regarded the doctor's slightly squashed face skeptically. "And away we go!" Flewrind disappeared, leaving Hiko glaring heatedly at the spot he had just been occupying. "I hope he got the room right this time." he growled.
Hiko teleported to Hitomi's room. She whimpered from her bed. Hiko sighed. The idiot had gotten the wrong room again. "Hitomi, it's Hiko." he said. "Flewrind will be here shortly."
'If he ever decides to teleport to the correct room.' his mind added dryly.
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Fjork slammed his hand against the wall of his room, uncaring of the disturbance he was causing. He'd wanted someone to stop him, to do just what Hitomi had done herself, but why did it have to be her?! Had she seen him?! THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!!!!
He paced his room frantically.
If she had seen him, would she turn him in?
He cursed himself for adding the chemical to the knife, for he could only imagine the pain she was in now. It was used to speed up her blood flow, but since he had missed, she would be feeling the other effect it had also: the burning fire. She would be consumed alive by her belief that it was consuming her alive!
Any minute now, any minute now the Voyridal would come for him. Then it was over. His life would be over forever. He wouldn't even get to explain, not once they found out he was one of the others. What disgusted him was that though he'd wanted badly to be caught, a part of him was gleeful that he hadn't been. Subconsciously he'd WANTED to hurt Hitomi...and it was tearing him apart.
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A/N: The only author's notes I have is to say...I GOT A PUPPY YAY!
CurlsOfSerenity: Eeek! Well, I'm afraid this chapter may end up shorter than the last one, I really don't know, because I'm writing these responses before I actually finish the chapter. Ya, I know, I should be working on the chapter, but right now the emotional roller coaster I'm about to send them all on is killing me. In other words...I'm stalling. Believe it or not, it hurts me just as much to WRITE this stuff as it hurts you guys to READ it. *sigh*
dark-luv-dove: SURE! Actually...I'm not sure...hehe. Well, that's a lot of stuff to go on an ice cream, if only I had some Ice cream...-_-;;;;...I don't. YAY! YOU WIN THE LONGEST REVIEW AWARD!
kenshinzgurl: Yes, I did update, and by the time you read this I will have updated TWICE! OOOOOH!
Tigereyes9: *grins evilly* I can't tell you right now whether he will or not, but if the chapter goes as I'm wanting it to...hehe you might know a little...*shrug* or not. I don't know, I haven't written the chapter.
Falling_from_the_sky: *beams as a result of hug* YAY I GOT A HUG! Even though dark-luv-dove got the longest review award, you get the 'Made HCT Feel the Specialest' award. *sigh* I understand if you need more, but I'm really at sort of a loss here...you could give me a little prod in a direction that looks profitable from your position, or you...could not. NO MORE BLACKMAIL YAY!!! *sulks* Can I have my teddy bear now?
smorsel01: Hehe, thanks for the review, and If I do have time, I'll be sure to check that story out...*rolls eyes but grins nonetheless at Smorsel01's cheesy smile*
koishii-glory: GEEZ YOU'RE SO LAZY! I HATE YOU I HATE--Wait a minute...you're one of my reviewers aren't you? AHHH! JUST KIDDING I DIDN'T MEAN IT DON'T LEAVE! NOOOOO! *Throws self at koishii-glory's feet* Gomen...*smiles* No question! YAY...but...nothing for me to answer! DARN!
Shaolin and Amakakeru: NOOOOOOO! UPDATE NOW! *GRRRR* You really think my story is good? I'm seriously having doubts here...Dude, don't torture your reviewers simply cause of MY writer's block. GEEZ GROW SOME CONSIDERATION! YOU'RE SO...hehe I'm kidding I hope you know....
Playing In Traffic: Why haven't you updated any of your stories?? Am I going to have to kick your butt into high gear again? Come on, I really want to know what happens in your pool story, it's really funny, and btw, I still hate you for seeing the entire series...I HATE YOU SO MUCH! DO YOU SEE THIS?!!! MY EYES ARE GREEN WITH ENVY AND HATE! *shows eyes that are just as brown as they normally are*
A/N: Sorry guys, I want to apologize for how short the last chapter was compared to my last ones...I'm just getting over a writer's block you know! And I'm trying to decide exactly where I'm taking this, because I really don't know! Any suggestions would be IMMENSELY helpful! Honestly they would! I'm working on getting to this, hold your horses. What? You don't have horses? Hold your shoelaces then. What? Don't have shoelaces?! GO FIND SOME.
Disclaimer: I don't own RK.
~6~6~6~
The assassin crept silently through the corridor. His breath, though silent, came more quickly than normal, and his regularly deep blue eyes were cold and hard with anger, not at himself, but at the ones that brought this upon him. It was so like them to force him into murder again. He'd been doing this for near 13 years of his life, and still he despised it. The bloodspray sickened him, and he was wont to hasten himself.
He knew that the fate of his world could stand upon this one moment; this one night could determined the outlook of his future. Would he be able to carry on, like he had so many times before? Or would this time someone catch him? He needed, no, he LONGED for his sadistic lie to be brought into light. He was tired of living such a blatant untruth when everyone around him thought he was so pure.
Not that they didn't know of his treachery. No, they knew. He knew she'd heard him, coming and going as the awful plague of darkness. She knew, and yet she'd never said anything, not one plain, straightforward word had slipped from her lips. Maybe she wanted to maintain his altruistic bubble of falsity. Or was she simply biding her time, waiting for the accidental slip-up to affirm her suspicions.
Then there was him. Yes, he knew too of course. It's terribly hard to be someone's best friend and not know his or her deepest secrets, even if he or she DOES try to hide them. Friends are woven too closely in the tapestry of his heart, for it is not very often that true friends like his are found.
He cursed his blasted existence.
He didn't want to live like this anymore.
Why did he have to be the best?
Was it his fault that he excelled at the most dangerous sport of all?
He knew he was thinking too much, but could do nothing to stop it. He had to cut off his senses, this atrocity of purity couldn't be viewed by one thought so pure, it would drive him mad. His guilt battled with his wits furiously, common sense assailed his sense of duty. Love for her warred with hate for them.
WHY COULDN'T THEY HAVE JUST CHOSEN SOMEONE ELSE?!
Why was it him?
Why had it always been him?
He took a deep breath. Soon it wouldn't matter. Either his life would be over, or someone would stop him from doing the horrendous act he was being forced to commit. Could he do it? Could he kill her? She was substantial to his plan. If he was to succeed for his people, he must first cede his willpower totally to them. He would have nothing between him and them, and that included significant others. The woman had to go. If he were to be forced into this, he would not go halfway.
She wouldn't want to live with so many around her dead anyways. So he was really doing her a favor, shortening her existence on this sad, sad plane of life. Or was he? Would she look into his eyes as he slaughtered her? Would she beg for mercy, or cry out his name with her dying breath? Would she ever forgive him if he did this?
He knew the answer, though he be loathe to admit it. She would never forgive him for this. Not this that he would soon set into action. He knew that once this dirty sin was committed he could never again look into a mirror, for the only reflection looking back at him would be one of misery and hypocrisy. The thin lines of guilt would be etched forever in his features, the creases of hidden sin would only deepen with time as they continued to use him as their shield.
Would his death be as haunted as his wretched life? He paused now outside her door, moments away from the eternity it would take to kill his beloved, his precious. Why had he agreed? He could never do this! There was always a way out...he just had to find his. Could he run? Would they find him if he left for good? Surely not...but he knew in the back of his mind they would, that he would always be hunted, a marked target with a price on his title. Why did people want to be the best?
'It's a very obvious thing called power.' he remarked stiffly to himself.
And with that he strode silently into her room.
He prowled through the shadows of her room, the blackness of his bent figure matching exactly the blackness in his heart. When he approached her sleeping form he finally drew his weapon. The wickedly sharp, gleaming blade of the long dagger seemed to resonate with the same blackness.
A sword would have been much too noticeable and unwieldy in the circumstances. There was a huge risk that she would awake at any moment, being the light sleeper she was. He carefully slunk closer and peered down at her features anxiously, as if looking for a sign that would stop him in his tracks. He had faith, he knew someone would stop him, all he had to do was believe.
Surely they wouldn't let him kill her?
Someone would notice. They had to. He raised the knife, poised it close to her throat and prepared it for the final strike it would make. He paused, giving the person that was sure to stop him a moment more. He wavered indecisively, knowing that she would be gone forever. Could he deal with that?
He sighed quietly and pushed his thoughts out of his head. Time to do what he had to do. The knife still trembled, poised above her throat. A single slash would be all it took, and she would be dead before she awoke. He could do it, it would be simple.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. If it were so simple, why was he having so much trouble doing it? Sure, he could talk about it all day, but that didn't mean it was going to happen. His anger at his own weakness grew, and he used it to fuel his determination. This was something that had to be done, and he would do it.
He raised the dagger slightly higher, and the slashed.
Hitomi rolled sharply to her left, crying out in anguish as the knife missed its original target and sliced deeply into her shoulder instead."Damn." she heard her attacker curse softly. "WHO'S THERE!!!" she shrieked in a panic. "FJORK!!! FJORK HELP!!!"
Her attacker froze before turning to run out of her room. Hitomi had forgotten her psychic powers, had forgotten she was a goddess at all. All she cared about was getting away, was saving herself. Tears of pain and fear were coursing down her cheeks, further inhibiting her mental eye. Had she had a clear mind about her, she would have reached for the aura of her attacker.
She sobbed into her pillow, making no effort to stem the blood flowing heavily from her right shoulder. Hiko burst into her room and earned a shrieking wail from Hitomi. "Hush girl, I'm not here to hurt you." he said sternly. "What happened?" Hitomi couldn't answer, the pain was too much. The knife had been soaked in a chemical. It felt as if liquid fire, or perhaps boiling mercury, was spreading through her shoulder. She could feel the heat, the flames, and the torturous, acidic ashes it left behind as it devoured her alive. She had to tell Hiko, and yet, the words wouldn't come out.
Hiko teleported the remaining distance to Hitomi's bedside. Someone had slashed her pretty well, but from the angle evidently slashing was not what the attacker had had in mind. He searched for something to slow the blood flow, she was losing too much too fast. Hitomi's screams of pain confused him. He knew it must hurt, but he was not used to such strong reactions to simple evasive action. Hitomi herself had been slashed before for Pete's sake!
"Che-che--CHEMICAL!" Hitomi gasped.
Hiko stood stunned. Someone had used a chemical? That wasn't good...not good at all. "Stay here, what am I saying, of course you'll stay here, what am I going on about, Hiko you're so stupid, stupid, stupid!"
Hitomi sobbed. That brought Hiko to his senses. If he didn't do something, and soon, Hitomi would lose consciousness, and all traces of her attacker would be gone, for he was sure they'd have taken that precaution. He teleported to the Medical Examining room. "Flewrind!!!!!!!!!" He roared.
A short, eccentric, and slightly pudgy looking man appeared before him. "What do YOU want?" he drawled. His defiant demeanor was usually accepted with impatient tolerance by Hiko -- after all, he had been alone most his life -- but not today. "FLEWRIND I HAVEN'T GOT TIME! HITOMI'S BEEN ATTACKED!!!"
"Oh my that's the third one tonight...it seems the Others are busy tonight." Flewrind remarked, quickly gathering his essential devices together and preparing to teleport after Hiko. "Ready?" He asked. Hiko regarded the doctor's slightly squashed face skeptically. "And away we go!" Flewrind disappeared, leaving Hiko glaring heatedly at the spot he had just been occupying. "I hope he got the room right this time." he growled.
Hiko teleported to Hitomi's room. She whimpered from her bed. Hiko sighed. The idiot had gotten the wrong room again. "Hitomi, it's Hiko." he said. "Flewrind will be here shortly."
'If he ever decides to teleport to the correct room.' his mind added dryly.
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Fjork slammed his hand against the wall of his room, uncaring of the disturbance he was causing. He'd wanted someone to stop him, to do just what Hitomi had done herself, but why did it have to be her?! Had she seen him?! THIS WAS NOT SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!!!!
He paced his room frantically.
If she had seen him, would she turn him in?
He cursed himself for adding the chemical to the knife, for he could only imagine the pain she was in now. It was used to speed up her blood flow, but since he had missed, she would be feeling the other effect it had also: the burning fire. She would be consumed alive by her belief that it was consuming her alive!
Any minute now, any minute now the Voyridal would come for him. Then it was over. His life would be over forever. He wouldn't even get to explain, not once they found out he was one of the others. What disgusted him was that though he'd wanted badly to be caught, a part of him was gleeful that he hadn't been. Subconsciously he'd WANTED to hurt Hitomi...and it was tearing him apart.
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A/N: The only author's notes I have is to say...I GOT A PUPPY YAY!
CurlsOfSerenity: Eeek! Well, I'm afraid this chapter may end up shorter than the last one, I really don't know, because I'm writing these responses before I actually finish the chapter. Ya, I know, I should be working on the chapter, but right now the emotional roller coaster I'm about to send them all on is killing me. In other words...I'm stalling. Believe it or not, it hurts me just as much to WRITE this stuff as it hurts you guys to READ it. *sigh*
dark-luv-dove: SURE! Actually...I'm not sure...hehe. Well, that's a lot of stuff to go on an ice cream, if only I had some Ice cream...-_-;;;;...I don't. YAY! YOU WIN THE LONGEST REVIEW AWARD!
kenshinzgurl: Yes, I did update, and by the time you read this I will have updated TWICE! OOOOOH!
Tigereyes9: *grins evilly* I can't tell you right now whether he will or not, but if the chapter goes as I'm wanting it to...hehe you might know a little...*shrug* or not. I don't know, I haven't written the chapter.
Falling_from_the_sky: *beams as a result of hug* YAY I GOT A HUG! Even though dark-luv-dove got the longest review award, you get the 'Made HCT Feel the Specialest' award. *sigh* I understand if you need more, but I'm really at sort of a loss here...you could give me a little prod in a direction that looks profitable from your position, or you...could not. NO MORE BLACKMAIL YAY!!! *sulks* Can I have my teddy bear now?
smorsel01: Hehe, thanks for the review, and If I do have time, I'll be sure to check that story out...*rolls eyes but grins nonetheless at Smorsel01's cheesy smile*
koishii-glory: GEEZ YOU'RE SO LAZY! I HATE YOU I HATE--Wait a minute...you're one of my reviewers aren't you? AHHH! JUST KIDDING I DIDN'T MEAN IT DON'T LEAVE! NOOOOO! *Throws self at koishii-glory's feet* Gomen...*smiles* No question! YAY...but...nothing for me to answer! DARN!
Shaolin and Amakakeru: NOOOOOOO! UPDATE NOW! *GRRRR* You really think my story is good? I'm seriously having doubts here...Dude, don't torture your reviewers simply cause of MY writer's block. GEEZ GROW SOME CONSIDERATION! YOU'RE SO...hehe I'm kidding I hope you know....
Playing In Traffic: Why haven't you updated any of your stories?? Am I going to have to kick your butt into high gear again? Come on, I really want to know what happens in your pool story, it's really funny, and btw, I still hate you for seeing the entire series...I HATE YOU SO MUCH! DO YOU SEE THIS?!!! MY EYES ARE GREEN WITH ENVY AND HATE! *shows eyes that are just as brown as they normally are*