Hello, anyone getting sick of Hans yet?
Fan#1: Yeah, will Long kill him now?
Fan#2: Yeah, yeah! Let's kill him!
But he can't die yet, he's got to stay alive at least untill I get to the part where BR1 happens.
Both Fans: Aw...
Hey, cheer up! Afterall death isn't the worst fate in the world right? ^_~ Anyway... let's just say that Van's not gonna be happy when he finds out what Fox has been saying about him and Long.Flirting with Death "I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!!!" he insisted, clenching his fists and stomping his feet in and unrestrained fury. "He put makeup on my face... AND MESSED WITH MY HAIR! FOR THIS HE MUST DIE!!!"
"Now be reasonable Long." Alica chastized him. "You know what Van will do to your family if you kill him."
"I DON'T CARE! I'll find a way, somehow... I'll find a way to blame his death on someone else, or maybe... I'll make it look like an accident! YES!"
"Hate to burst your bubble dear, but that won't work. Van knows you want to kill him, no matter what you do it's only a matter of time before he finds you out and decides to force you back into submission again by killing someone you love. Besides, you're already going to be in trouble for beating up Busuzima as it is."
"What?"
"Busuzima. Don't you remember kicking his @$$?"
"No."
"He's the ugly guy with green hair. You sent him to the hospital, he's in the critical care unit because of you!"
"I just remember drinking a couple beers after you left, and the next thing I remember after that is seeing this cylindrical brush, covered in black goop coming towards my eye!" He put his arms up over his face as though sheilding himself from the imaginary brush. "AH! THE HORROR!"
"It's your own fault for wandering around the place in a drunken stupor you know."
"How can you say that? It's not my fault that the local psycho bitch has a crush on me! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM! I'll spend the rest of the day planning exactly how to do it, and then, once night falls..."
"What's with all the racket out here!?!" An angry voice down the hall demanded. Long and Alica turned around to see a sleepy-eyed Stephen glaring from behind his door. "I could've slept in for another hour or two, why did you have to wake me up?"
"Sorry..." Alica apologized.
"I am going to kill him you know." Long repeated.
"Kill who?" Dr. Goldberg wondered.
"Hans, Fox, that detestable psycho bitch upstairs and down the hall!"
"What did he do this time?"
"He tried to give me a makeover!"
"Oh, I see... Well, I guess I don't blame you for killing him then."
"Stephen!" Alica protested. "This is no time to joke!"
"I'm not joking." he replied, seriously.
"Do you know he threatened to help me take my clothes off!?!" #318 asked, demanding to know if that wasn't a good enough reason to kill him.
"Ugh..." Stephen moaned.
"That doesn't surprise me one bit." Alica stated.
"Yet another reason why I should KILL HIM!!!" Long insisted.
"I'm surprised he only threatened to take your clothes off and didn't actually do it." she said, wondering why he hadn't. "Don't you have any idea how lucky you are that he didn't-"
"Exactly why I should kill him! NOW! Before he has another chance!"
"Knock it off!" she commanded. "You are obsessed with killing Hans!"
"Yes I am." he proudly admitted.
"Look, will you just wait untill a little bit later? Then I'll play that tape I made and you can tell him what happened, I'm sure Van's going to want to punish him for all this."
"Damn, you're right... I hate it when you're right!"
"Me too, but as much as I'd like to see Hans dead it wouldn't be any good for you to get your family members all killed off because of it, now would it?"
"No."
"Exactly. Now let's get down to the assassin room before we're late and Van has to send Vark up here to find us."
"Good, maybe I can go back to sleep." Stephen said hopefully.
"Have a nice rest, Stephen." Alica wished.
"I'll try." he replied, ducking back into his dorm and closing the door behind him.
"What's with you two anyway?" Long asked.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well you two were cuddling on the couch the other night, and now..."
"We're just getting to know each other... you're not jealous by any chance are you?"
"What? Jealous!?! Ridiculous! There's nothing to be jealous of!"
"Good, glad we cleared that up."
"I know what this is, it's because of his optimism, isn't it? He's all bright and cheery while I'm constantly pissy and moody. He's got a good sense of humor and all I've got are a bunch of issues."
"What are you talking about? Stephen and I are just friends, Long!"
"And so were you and I." he slyly replied.
"Are you so possessive that you feel your position is threatened if I so much as talk to another man?" she demanded. #318 was stunned at how right she was.
"I'm not going to talk to you." he said, turning and running down the hall.
"You're not going to run away from this one, get your @$$ back here!" she called, running after him. He ran all the way down the stairs. She assumed that he was going to the waiting room, since they had to meet there anyway, and took the elevator. She still didn't catch up to him though. By the time he got back he was sitting back in his chair, shooting angry glances around the room and then glaring at Fox in undisguised fury. She could tell that he intended to kill him, but not right now, there were too many witnesses. Greg and Bakuryu were there in their usual spots so she sat down on the couch, wondering what would happen next.
Long looked at her for a minute, and then decided not to talk about anything while the others were there. He was already thinking about how he would kill Hans. He wanted to do it with his own hands of course. He wanted to feel himself crushing the other's bones as he died, but killing him that way would be too obvious. He wondered what he could do to make the death look like an accident. Some kind of poison maybe... and then he could fake a car accident. He tried to think of something better, but then he felt a sneeze coming on. He had almost forgotten he'd had a cold, he hadn't sneezed for quite some time. He had been holding it back, but it had all built up and could no longer be contained.
"Uhhh...ehhhhh...AHHHH...AH-CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he sneezed so hard that he almost tipped his chair over. Everyone in the room stared at him in surprise, and when he tried to ask them why a soft roar came out of his mouth. He looked down at his fur covered arms in astonishment, and wiggled his clawed fingers. He had sneezed so hard that he'd morphed into his beast form without even realizing it. "Aw, how cute!" Fox said, petting his head as though he were a house cat.
"GROOOOOWR!!!" he roared, baring his teeth.
"Eeep!" Hans cried, nearly falling off his stool. Alica started laughing insanely as he got up from his seat, stomped on the ground, and morphed back to his human form. Greg and Bakuryu were still staring at him when he sat back down in his seat. Fox turned back to his vanity, ignoring everyone besides himself. Long resumed glaring at everyone as though they'd all done something to make him terribly angry, and after awhile Alica stopped laughing and everything went back to the way it had been before.
All was silent when Van walked through the door. Tension filled the room, so thick he could almost feel it's unwelcome touch on his skin, or see it floating in the air. It made him as uneasy as a chill running down his spine, in spite of his usual resistance to such feelings. He glanced around the room, searching for the source of this discomfort. Bakuryu appeared as cool and confident as ever, silently waiting for his call to bring more death. Greg looked nervous as usual, possibly afraid he'd botch up another job. Alica looked a bit angry, and yet emotionally stricken somehow. A half smirk edged along his mouth as he focused on her, it was the kind of look he liked to see her wear, the kind that made him feel an undeniable sense of attraction for her. She made a point of ignoring his stare, waiting patiently untill he looked away. Long was obviously angry about something, sunken down into his chair and glaring at Hans with a look of pure hatred. The latter was sitting by his vanity, casually brushing through his bangs, seemingly unaware that anything was wrong.
"Did I miss something here?" Van asked.
"Several things." #318 muttered darkly. Alica sighed, realizing that this was her cue to bring out the tape and play it for Van. She completely despised him, and she hated him even more when he looked at her with that self-righteous smirk on his lips. She really couldn't put her finger on the reason it bothered her so very much, but somehow she sensed that something about it was wrong. She decided that she didn't want to have anything more to do with him that day. But then, I have to play the tape for him eventually anyways, don't I? Doesn't he deserve to know what's going on behind his back? Hell no! Whatever made me think that? But I would like to see the look on his face when he hears what Fox has been saying about him and Long... She changed her mind and took the little tape recorder out of her pocket.
With a self-righteous smirk of her own on her face she walked up to Van and handed it to him, then she stepped back and sat down in her seat. Van stared at the thing curiously for a moment, as though wondering why she would give him such a thing. What could this tape possibly have on it that would be worth my time? he wondered. He glanced over at Alica for a moment and after noticing the smug look on her face, decided that it must be something important. When he turned back towards #318 he was staring at the tape with an expression so gleeful it was almost insane. Hans sat around twirling his hair, oblivious to it all. Van looked down wonderingly at the thing once more and then pushed the play button.
"...and maybe stroking his ego a bit." The tape began with this solemn male voice, obviously Long, and then turned to Fox's high-pitched whine. "I bet that's not all of his you'll be stroking." Fox whirled around on his stool and gaped at the tape in horror, aware that he wasn't in trouble quite yet, but would be before the tape was over. The voice changed to Long's again, "Grrr... that does it!" Then they heard the sounds of movement and a slight struggle.
"Who are they talking about?" Van asked.
"You'll see." Long replied, grinning.
Alica's voice came on the tape. "Long, don't! You remember what will happen if you kill Fox? Don't do it!" Long growled. "Listen, I'm taping this conversation as evidence of what he's been saying. I'm going to play the tape to Van. Then he'll be in a whole world of trouble, so let's just wait this out and see what happens, okay?" Long answered: "Alright Alica." and there were more sounds of movement as things settled down. "Well, if there's no work then I'm off." Greg's voice announced. "no reason to stick around here any longer, see you guys tomorrow." Then the sound of foot steps and a door being opened and shut. "Hm... I think I'll be leaving too." Bakuryu's voice agreed. Then the sound of a light explosion.
"That's one thing I hate about those ninjas." Hans's voice commented. "It's really a shame there's no work today, I would love to find out what happens when Van calls you into that office of his!" Long came back on "Then I'll tell you... ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! There, you satisfied?" Hans answered: "Of course not. You two were so obviously flirting back there, there's definately got to be a relationship. What will you say if Van asks you to f**k him I wonder?" Van's mouth gaped wide at the statement and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Fox looked completely petrified atop his stool, Alica started laughing so hard she though she'd cry, and #318 watched with a look of prideful satisfaction.
"It's not going to happen." Alica's voice on the tape stated.
"Indeed!" Van agreed, obviously insulted.
"What if it did?" Hans's voice on the tape argued. Van glared at him and he cringed and nearly swallowed his adam's apple. "You wouldn't risk your job, your reputation, not to mention your dear family just for the sake if your own pride, would you? Don't tell me you'd have the gall to turn him down, Long." Back to Alica, "This question is irrelevant since it's not going to happen!" Then Long, "Que zhi bu gong.*"
"What?" Van asked.
"Just as I thought!" Fox's recorded voice cried. And then Alica asked: "What did you say, Long?" He replied: "It doesn't matter." And then Fox started up again. "Now all that remains to be decided is who's going to be uke and who's going to be seme!" Van glared at Hans again, getting very angry. The latter got so scared he fell backwards off his stool. "You are both so assertive, very seme in nature, but I think Van is even more agressive than you are! If you sumbit to Van then you would most obviously be uke... unless of course he decides to become sasoi uke... Ooo, I like the sound of that! Van, the vile master of seduction!"
"WHAT!?!" Van yelled.
"Translate to english, please?" Alica's recorded voice requested. Long answered: "You don't want to know." And then he groaned and Hans continued. "I can just imagine it now... Van requests that you accompany him to his personal quarters... and you agree, too afraid of his power to refuse! Once inside he crawls onto his bed and strips off his clothing piece by piece! Enticing you to join him atop the luschious cushions for-"
"UGH!!!" Van cried, shutting off the tape.
"You see? This is why he must DIE!!!" #318 insisted.
"Yes, I am inclined to agree." A wicked grin spread across Long's face as he leapt from his chair towards the unlucky transvestite.
"N-no! Please, Van! Oh, glorious, merciful, almighty leader... HELP!" Singh Long started to laugh gleefully as his fists punched into Hans, the pressure form the blows squashing him into his vanity. Van smiled evilly as he watched.
"Knock it off you two, this isn't funny!" Alica demanded, rising from her seat. Van and Long turned to look at her for a minute while Hans slumped weakly to the floor.
"Whatever should we stop for?" Van asked.
"You need me!" Fox insisted, drawing his attention and unfortunately Long's as well. #318 reached down and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up untill his feet no longer touched the ground.
"Long!" Alica yelled. He turned to glare at her, but didn't put him down.
"Please, Van!" Hans whispered, barely able to talk. "You need me, you can't afford to lose another assassin! You can't replace me!" Long tightened his hold on his neck, cutting off his air supply as well as any other words.
"Damn, he's right." Van reluctantly admitted. "Put him down Long." #318 growled in fury, throwing the Fox straight into the mirror of his vanity, the impact of his body smashing the glass. Then he turned away as Hans fell to the floor. "Tsk, tsk, such a temper." Singh Long stood there trying to control his anger. All that he could see had turned red, he could feel his heart beating against his chest, and the adrenaline rushing through his body. He was panting heavilly, and he clenched his fists so tightly with the effort to control himself that a little bit of blood trickled down the sides of his fingers. "You've already caused enough mischief for me these past few days, don't you think?"
"Yes, Van." he replied obediently, his voice strained with the effort to contain himself. Tylon's leader then turned his gaze back to the beaten form of Fox.
"And as for you... If I ever so much as hear about you saying such things again, I certainly won't stop anyone from killing you." Hans cringed in terror.
"Thank you Van." Long replied, finally able to start calming down a bit. The red faded from his eyes and his heart beat started to slow down a bit. He sat back down in his chair trying to relax.
"Don't thank me." Van replied, casting a cold glare in Fox's direction.
"What did you come in here for anyway?" Alica asked. She was sitting down on the couch again, and wondering why Van had come in. She knew that Van wouldn't leave his office and make an appearance without a reason. Even stranger still was the fact that Vark, his personal gopher, was absent.
"I came to announce that I'm going to take another day to re-work my schedule." he explained. "So many complications... anyway, you are all dismissed." That said, he walked towards the door.
"Wait, Van..." Long requested. He couldn't believe there wouldn't be any work for him that day. He hated to think what might happen if he had the day to himself again.
"Yes?"
"You have nothing in the way of assignments?"
"No, I'm afraid not. Anxious to get back to work are you? Don't worry I'm sure this will all be done by tomorrow." After he was done Van walked out the door, #318 staring after him with a dissapointed look on his face. Greg and Bakuryu left almost just as quickly, but Fox sat around at his vanity finishing his hair.
"You were really going to kill him, weren't you?" Alica asked Long. He groaned in annoyance and shook his head a bit, refusing to verbally answer her question. Then he climbed out of his seat and left the room, with her following closesly behind him. "I don't understand you. I mean, I know you were pissed, by why kill if it's unnecessary? He only put a little makeup on you afterall, and you're going to kill him for it? Why add to your guilt over all the kill's you've commited when no one's forcing you to?"
"It would be a pleasure to kill him." the top assassin replied. "Besides, I really don't think I would feel guilty about it."
"Now you're just lying to yourself."
"You're right, as usual. Perhaps I would feel a bit guilty... but let me ask you this: What is worse? To have to put up with his constant teasing and flirting, or to just kill him and get it over with?"
"How can you be serious about this!?!"
"I'm not like you, Alica. I've lost any reguard I ever may have had for the worth of human life. And today hasn't changed my mind. One day I will kill him." She stopped in her tracks and just stood and watched him as he dissapeared down the hall. That was one thing she didn't understand about him, and refused to accept. Has his anger blinded him to the consequences of his actions? Does he really put so little value on the life of another human being? It was plain that he did. Still she wished that she could find something about him, some redeeming quality, that would prove that there was still a shred of humanity inside him. Otherwise he was like any of the other assassins, a cold-hearted killer, barren of any emotion. She didn't want to believe that about him, perhaps because she didn't want to believe that it would happen later to herself. She was searching for a reason to hope that she could survive.
Fan#1: Yeah, will Long kill him now?
Fan#2: Yeah, yeah! Let's kill him!
But he can't die yet, he's got to stay alive at least untill I get to the part where BR1 happens.
Both Fans: Aw...
Hey, cheer up! Afterall death isn't the worst fate in the world right? ^_~ Anyway... let's just say that Van's not gonna be happy when he finds out what Fox has been saying about him and Long.Flirting with Death "I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!!!" he insisted, clenching his fists and stomping his feet in and unrestrained fury. "He put makeup on my face... AND MESSED WITH MY HAIR! FOR THIS HE MUST DIE!!!"
"Now be reasonable Long." Alica chastized him. "You know what Van will do to your family if you kill him."
"I DON'T CARE! I'll find a way, somehow... I'll find a way to blame his death on someone else, or maybe... I'll make it look like an accident! YES!"
"Hate to burst your bubble dear, but that won't work. Van knows you want to kill him, no matter what you do it's only a matter of time before he finds you out and decides to force you back into submission again by killing someone you love. Besides, you're already going to be in trouble for beating up Busuzima as it is."
"What?"
"Busuzima. Don't you remember kicking his @$$?"
"No."
"He's the ugly guy with green hair. You sent him to the hospital, he's in the critical care unit because of you!"
"I just remember drinking a couple beers after you left, and the next thing I remember after that is seeing this cylindrical brush, covered in black goop coming towards my eye!" He put his arms up over his face as though sheilding himself from the imaginary brush. "AH! THE HORROR!"
"It's your own fault for wandering around the place in a drunken stupor you know."
"How can you say that? It's not my fault that the local psycho bitch has a crush on me! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM! I'll spend the rest of the day planning exactly how to do it, and then, once night falls..."
"What's with all the racket out here!?!" An angry voice down the hall demanded. Long and Alica turned around to see a sleepy-eyed Stephen glaring from behind his door. "I could've slept in for another hour or two, why did you have to wake me up?"
"Sorry..." Alica apologized.
"I am going to kill him you know." Long repeated.
"Kill who?" Dr. Goldberg wondered.
"Hans, Fox, that detestable psycho bitch upstairs and down the hall!"
"What did he do this time?"
"He tried to give me a makeover!"
"Oh, I see... Well, I guess I don't blame you for killing him then."
"Stephen!" Alica protested. "This is no time to joke!"
"I'm not joking." he replied, seriously.
"Do you know he threatened to help me take my clothes off!?!" #318 asked, demanding to know if that wasn't a good enough reason to kill him.
"Ugh..." Stephen moaned.
"That doesn't surprise me one bit." Alica stated.
"Yet another reason why I should KILL HIM!!!" Long insisted.
"I'm surprised he only threatened to take your clothes off and didn't actually do it." she said, wondering why he hadn't. "Don't you have any idea how lucky you are that he didn't-"
"Exactly why I should kill him! NOW! Before he has another chance!"
"Knock it off!" she commanded. "You are obsessed with killing Hans!"
"Yes I am." he proudly admitted.
"Look, will you just wait untill a little bit later? Then I'll play that tape I made and you can tell him what happened, I'm sure Van's going to want to punish him for all this."
"Damn, you're right... I hate it when you're right!"
"Me too, but as much as I'd like to see Hans dead it wouldn't be any good for you to get your family members all killed off because of it, now would it?"
"No."
"Exactly. Now let's get down to the assassin room before we're late and Van has to send Vark up here to find us."
"Good, maybe I can go back to sleep." Stephen said hopefully.
"Have a nice rest, Stephen." Alica wished.
"I'll try." he replied, ducking back into his dorm and closing the door behind him.
"What's with you two anyway?" Long asked.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well you two were cuddling on the couch the other night, and now..."
"We're just getting to know each other... you're not jealous by any chance are you?"
"What? Jealous!?! Ridiculous! There's nothing to be jealous of!"
"Good, glad we cleared that up."
"I know what this is, it's because of his optimism, isn't it? He's all bright and cheery while I'm constantly pissy and moody. He's got a good sense of humor and all I've got are a bunch of issues."
"What are you talking about? Stephen and I are just friends, Long!"
"And so were you and I." he slyly replied.
"Are you so possessive that you feel your position is threatened if I so much as talk to another man?" she demanded. #318 was stunned at how right she was.
"I'm not going to talk to you." he said, turning and running down the hall.
"You're not going to run away from this one, get your @$$ back here!" she called, running after him. He ran all the way down the stairs. She assumed that he was going to the waiting room, since they had to meet there anyway, and took the elevator. She still didn't catch up to him though. By the time he got back he was sitting back in his chair, shooting angry glances around the room and then glaring at Fox in undisguised fury. She could tell that he intended to kill him, but not right now, there were too many witnesses. Greg and Bakuryu were there in their usual spots so she sat down on the couch, wondering what would happen next.
Long looked at her for a minute, and then decided not to talk about anything while the others were there. He was already thinking about how he would kill Hans. He wanted to do it with his own hands of course. He wanted to feel himself crushing the other's bones as he died, but killing him that way would be too obvious. He wondered what he could do to make the death look like an accident. Some kind of poison maybe... and then he could fake a car accident. He tried to think of something better, but then he felt a sneeze coming on. He had almost forgotten he'd had a cold, he hadn't sneezed for quite some time. He had been holding it back, but it had all built up and could no longer be contained.
"Uhhh...ehhhhh...AHHHH...AH-CHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" he sneezed so hard that he almost tipped his chair over. Everyone in the room stared at him in surprise, and when he tried to ask them why a soft roar came out of his mouth. He looked down at his fur covered arms in astonishment, and wiggled his clawed fingers. He had sneezed so hard that he'd morphed into his beast form without even realizing it. "Aw, how cute!" Fox said, petting his head as though he were a house cat.
"GROOOOOWR!!!" he roared, baring his teeth.
"Eeep!" Hans cried, nearly falling off his stool. Alica started laughing insanely as he got up from his seat, stomped on the ground, and morphed back to his human form. Greg and Bakuryu were still staring at him when he sat back down in his seat. Fox turned back to his vanity, ignoring everyone besides himself. Long resumed glaring at everyone as though they'd all done something to make him terribly angry, and after awhile Alica stopped laughing and everything went back to the way it had been before.
All was silent when Van walked through the door. Tension filled the room, so thick he could almost feel it's unwelcome touch on his skin, or see it floating in the air. It made him as uneasy as a chill running down his spine, in spite of his usual resistance to such feelings. He glanced around the room, searching for the source of this discomfort. Bakuryu appeared as cool and confident as ever, silently waiting for his call to bring more death. Greg looked nervous as usual, possibly afraid he'd botch up another job. Alica looked a bit angry, and yet emotionally stricken somehow. A half smirk edged along his mouth as he focused on her, it was the kind of look he liked to see her wear, the kind that made him feel an undeniable sense of attraction for her. She made a point of ignoring his stare, waiting patiently untill he looked away. Long was obviously angry about something, sunken down into his chair and glaring at Hans with a look of pure hatred. The latter was sitting by his vanity, casually brushing through his bangs, seemingly unaware that anything was wrong.
"Did I miss something here?" Van asked.
"Several things." #318 muttered darkly. Alica sighed, realizing that this was her cue to bring out the tape and play it for Van. She completely despised him, and she hated him even more when he looked at her with that self-righteous smirk on his lips. She really couldn't put her finger on the reason it bothered her so very much, but somehow she sensed that something about it was wrong. She decided that she didn't want to have anything more to do with him that day. But then, I have to play the tape for him eventually anyways, don't I? Doesn't he deserve to know what's going on behind his back? Hell no! Whatever made me think that? But I would like to see the look on his face when he hears what Fox has been saying about him and Long... She changed her mind and took the little tape recorder out of her pocket.
With a self-righteous smirk of her own on her face she walked up to Van and handed it to him, then she stepped back and sat down in her seat. Van stared at the thing curiously for a moment, as though wondering why she would give him such a thing. What could this tape possibly have on it that would be worth my time? he wondered. He glanced over at Alica for a moment and after noticing the smug look on her face, decided that it must be something important. When he turned back towards #318 he was staring at the tape with an expression so gleeful it was almost insane. Hans sat around twirling his hair, oblivious to it all. Van looked down wonderingly at the thing once more and then pushed the play button.
"...and maybe stroking his ego a bit." The tape began with this solemn male voice, obviously Long, and then turned to Fox's high-pitched whine. "I bet that's not all of his you'll be stroking." Fox whirled around on his stool and gaped at the tape in horror, aware that he wasn't in trouble quite yet, but would be before the tape was over. The voice changed to Long's again, "Grrr... that does it!" Then they heard the sounds of movement and a slight struggle.
"Who are they talking about?" Van asked.
"You'll see." Long replied, grinning.
Alica's voice came on the tape. "Long, don't! You remember what will happen if you kill Fox? Don't do it!" Long growled. "Listen, I'm taping this conversation as evidence of what he's been saying. I'm going to play the tape to Van. Then he'll be in a whole world of trouble, so let's just wait this out and see what happens, okay?" Long answered: "Alright Alica." and there were more sounds of movement as things settled down. "Well, if there's no work then I'm off." Greg's voice announced. "no reason to stick around here any longer, see you guys tomorrow." Then the sound of foot steps and a door being opened and shut. "Hm... I think I'll be leaving too." Bakuryu's voice agreed. Then the sound of a light explosion.
"That's one thing I hate about those ninjas." Hans's voice commented. "It's really a shame there's no work today, I would love to find out what happens when Van calls you into that office of his!" Long came back on "Then I'll tell you... ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!!! There, you satisfied?" Hans answered: "Of course not. You two were so obviously flirting back there, there's definately got to be a relationship. What will you say if Van asks you to f**k him I wonder?" Van's mouth gaped wide at the statement and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. Fox looked completely petrified atop his stool, Alica started laughing so hard she though she'd cry, and #318 watched with a look of prideful satisfaction.
"It's not going to happen." Alica's voice on the tape stated.
"Indeed!" Van agreed, obviously insulted.
"What if it did?" Hans's voice on the tape argued. Van glared at him and he cringed and nearly swallowed his adam's apple. "You wouldn't risk your job, your reputation, not to mention your dear family just for the sake if your own pride, would you? Don't tell me you'd have the gall to turn him down, Long." Back to Alica, "This question is irrelevant since it's not going to happen!" Then Long, "Que zhi bu gong.*"
"What?" Van asked.
"Just as I thought!" Fox's recorded voice cried. And then Alica asked: "What did you say, Long?" He replied: "It doesn't matter." And then Fox started up again. "Now all that remains to be decided is who's going to be uke and who's going to be seme!" Van glared at Hans again, getting very angry. The latter got so scared he fell backwards off his stool. "You are both so assertive, very seme in nature, but I think Van is even more agressive than you are! If you sumbit to Van then you would most obviously be uke... unless of course he decides to become sasoi uke... Ooo, I like the sound of that! Van, the vile master of seduction!"
"WHAT!?!" Van yelled.
"Translate to english, please?" Alica's recorded voice requested. Long answered: "You don't want to know." And then he groaned and Hans continued. "I can just imagine it now... Van requests that you accompany him to his personal quarters... and you agree, too afraid of his power to refuse! Once inside he crawls onto his bed and strips off his clothing piece by piece! Enticing you to join him atop the luschious cushions for-"
"UGH!!!" Van cried, shutting off the tape.
"You see? This is why he must DIE!!!" #318 insisted.
"Yes, I am inclined to agree." A wicked grin spread across Long's face as he leapt from his chair towards the unlucky transvestite.
"N-no! Please, Van! Oh, glorious, merciful, almighty leader... HELP!" Singh Long started to laugh gleefully as his fists punched into Hans, the pressure form the blows squashing him into his vanity. Van smiled evilly as he watched.
"Knock it off you two, this isn't funny!" Alica demanded, rising from her seat. Van and Long turned to look at her for a minute while Hans slumped weakly to the floor.
"Whatever should we stop for?" Van asked.
"You need me!" Fox insisted, drawing his attention and unfortunately Long's as well. #318 reached down and grabbed him by the neck, lifting him up untill his feet no longer touched the ground.
"Long!" Alica yelled. He turned to glare at her, but didn't put him down.
"Please, Van!" Hans whispered, barely able to talk. "You need me, you can't afford to lose another assassin! You can't replace me!" Long tightened his hold on his neck, cutting off his air supply as well as any other words.
"Damn, he's right." Van reluctantly admitted. "Put him down Long." #318 growled in fury, throwing the Fox straight into the mirror of his vanity, the impact of his body smashing the glass. Then he turned away as Hans fell to the floor. "Tsk, tsk, such a temper." Singh Long stood there trying to control his anger. All that he could see had turned red, he could feel his heart beating against his chest, and the adrenaline rushing through his body. He was panting heavilly, and he clenched his fists so tightly with the effort to control himself that a little bit of blood trickled down the sides of his fingers. "You've already caused enough mischief for me these past few days, don't you think?"
"Yes, Van." he replied obediently, his voice strained with the effort to contain himself. Tylon's leader then turned his gaze back to the beaten form of Fox.
"And as for you... If I ever so much as hear about you saying such things again, I certainly won't stop anyone from killing you." Hans cringed in terror.
"Thank you Van." Long replied, finally able to start calming down a bit. The red faded from his eyes and his heart beat started to slow down a bit. He sat back down in his chair trying to relax.
"Don't thank me." Van replied, casting a cold glare in Fox's direction.
"What did you come in here for anyway?" Alica asked. She was sitting down on the couch again, and wondering why Van had come in. She knew that Van wouldn't leave his office and make an appearance without a reason. Even stranger still was the fact that Vark, his personal gopher, was absent.
"I came to announce that I'm going to take another day to re-work my schedule." he explained. "So many complications... anyway, you are all dismissed." That said, he walked towards the door.
"Wait, Van..." Long requested. He couldn't believe there wouldn't be any work for him that day. He hated to think what might happen if he had the day to himself again.
"Yes?"
"You have nothing in the way of assignments?"
"No, I'm afraid not. Anxious to get back to work are you? Don't worry I'm sure this will all be done by tomorrow." After he was done Van walked out the door, #318 staring after him with a dissapointed look on his face. Greg and Bakuryu left almost just as quickly, but Fox sat around at his vanity finishing his hair.
"You were really going to kill him, weren't you?" Alica asked Long. He groaned in annoyance and shook his head a bit, refusing to verbally answer her question. Then he climbed out of his seat and left the room, with her following closesly behind him. "I don't understand you. I mean, I know you were pissed, by why kill if it's unnecessary? He only put a little makeup on you afterall, and you're going to kill him for it? Why add to your guilt over all the kill's you've commited when no one's forcing you to?"
"It would be a pleasure to kill him." the top assassin replied. "Besides, I really don't think I would feel guilty about it."
"Now you're just lying to yourself."
"You're right, as usual. Perhaps I would feel a bit guilty... but let me ask you this: What is worse? To have to put up with his constant teasing and flirting, or to just kill him and get it over with?"
"How can you be serious about this!?!"
"I'm not like you, Alica. I've lost any reguard I ever may have had for the worth of human life. And today hasn't changed my mind. One day I will kill him." She stopped in her tracks and just stood and watched him as he dissapeared down the hall. That was one thing she didn't understand about him, and refused to accept. Has his anger blinded him to the consequences of his actions? Does he really put so little value on the life of another human being? It was plain that he did. Still she wished that she could find something about him, some redeeming quality, that would prove that there was still a shred of humanity inside him. Otherwise he was like any of the other assassins, a cold-hearted killer, barren of any emotion. She didn't want to believe that about him, perhaps because she didn't want to believe that it would happen later to herself. She was searching for a reason to hope that she could survive.