By Hotaru Hope Maxwell
I do not own any anime I use. So there!
Hotaru sighed, staring at herself in the mirror. It was a lucky thing that the ball itself was a masquerade or else, involving herself with the Wiess would have become a bit more on the difficult side. She smirked, impressed by the attire. She wore a long sleeved, high neck collared, white button up shirt with a black rose arrangement within the single pocket above her left chest area. Around her neck was a slim black tie. She also wore a black jacket that had a skillful back and no real front, it was as though it was made of just the sleeves and back. It was sparkled silver making it look as though it were the night sky and the jacket's velvety inside was a pale violet purple that appeared only during setting and rising suns. Upon her hands were cut black gloves that covered her fingers skillfully, yet revealed some of the snow-white complexion. Her legs were covered by a silk skirt that went to her upper ankles that had little tiny frills just above the endings of the clothing. There was a silver belt with a bow tied in the mid front that had long ends reaching knee length. Her shoes and socks were black and had the same types of sparkles on them as her jacket. However, the shoes had bright silver sparkled buckles in the front of the tiny heals. On her face, just above the top of her lips, came a dark purple mask. It was so purple, one might mistake it for black. Small stars encased the mask that covered dark violet orbs. Even then, her eyes were covered by contact lenses that made them appear a good five shades lighter and more blue than normal. Grinning again, the girl put her hair up with simple bun that held blacks roses and white baby sprouts. "Well…No time like the present." She snickered. Shifting to pick up a little silver chained, black with sparkles purse, the teenager escaped out the back window. As she left, she heard the phone ring. Probably Haruka again…Or Serenity-sama…. She shrugged, disappearing a good two stories down to reappear inside her black convertible.
The beeping of the tiny white answering machine was heard throughout the apartment. "Hello…. This is the Tomoe residence, I'm not home right now…But if you leave you're name and number I might call you back." The voice of Hotaru rang throughout the room. "Hello…Taru-chan. This is Ami. I got some bad news. If you get this message, please sit down first…." The voice trailed on, a sad sniffling heard in the background….
Lynx, or rather the last of the Tomoe Heirs, deposited her car with the valises and entered the building quietly ignoring the offers from the gentlemen, young or old to dance. Leaning against the wall, she waited in the shadows for Manx to appear. As expected the red haired secretary made her appearance, the identifiable police commissioner a.k.a. Persia not too far away. Rolling her eyes, she moved toward the woman, most definitely going unnoticed through the crowds. When she stood, back against back with the much taller woman, she snickered. Manx slipped a note into her hand and the young raven-haired woman walked onward. Slipping back against the walls, Hotaru undid the note. It read in bright red letters;
Dear Rouge Kitten; (At which again, Hotaru growled)
I am pleased you made it. Wiess are around the dancing hall. I bet if you look towards the entrances you'll find them easily.
Hotaru paused to look about. She saw a handsome young blonde twirling around a younger brunette, a smoke in his mouth near the stairs. Snickering, "Yohji…" She turned to the doorway were Aya stood guarding, his red hair unmistakable through the crowd. Glancing, she caught Ken and Omi, a.k.a. Siberian and Bombay eating next to the largest exit. Both were looking content, their masks covering their faces.
Turning back to the letter, she let out a sigh and continued reading; they know not to kill you, though you would probably make for a hard target, and have been given a same layout of the mission. The assassins, also known as the Starched Wind, consist of these three.
Hotaru stopped to glance at the picture profiles. One was a man who could have been mistaken for a prince grinned madly at a picture. He had the darkest black eyes and even darker blue hair. Hotaru was almost reminded of Endymoin by the look. But if one were to glance deeper into the orbs, they could clearly see the love of blood. The next man was a bulky looking fellow, green hair with yellowish colored eyes. He was dark and depressive, even though he wore a smirk. Lastly, there was a female. She had long blonde hair and scarlet eyes with pink trimmed bangs. She was very pretty, but seemed a bit on the sultry side.
Sighing as she looked up from the pictures, her eyes scanning around, she hid herself further into the shadows. Plunging herself back into the note, the teenager read onward.
Now my little kitten…As much as I know you do not want to reveal anything about your true self; if the emergency arises, you will have to work with Wiess again. Do to snoopy reporters, you will be assigned to drop off mission information directly to me, or the Wiess Cats. Is that understood, and don't snicker at me young lady! Sounds like my mothers Hotaru grinned, and continued; That is all, have a safe mission, little Lynx. Glaring Hotaru jabbed the note into her jacket inside left pocket before moving backwards. She slammed into someone, both falling to the ground. Blinking wildly, Hotaru looked to see whom she'd hit.
To the teens' surprise it was a boy. He and three others were leaning against the wall. "Oh…I apologize." She stated, bending down to assist him in getting up. She noticed the three turning to look at her. The boy was her own age, maybe a year below herself. He had dark brown hair that draped around his face. His dark blue eyes glanced at her through a mask that was split in half. He wore a white suit and the mask was one from the Phantom and the opera. He took her hand gently, and she felt waves of emotions run through her. He sent off a sad, hating and displeased aura that almost made her shiver. She turned, looking to the others. One was a man wearing sunglasses. His suit was also decked white and he had the strangest orange red hair she'd ever seen. It was long and nearly reached his butt. He was looking at her body, she could tell. He had a weird sense of pain about him. Next to him was a dark haired glass wearing brown-eyed male who had to be around Setsuna's age. He was tall, and his stature showed defiance under most circumstances, he radiated past and future aggressions. Finally, a white haired male with a single gold eye and too many scars on his face was there. His mask was pushed up atop the strangely colored almost silver hair and he was scanning the crowd with an evil look. He seemed like a maniac with way too much enjoyment. Bowing slightly, she again repeated, "Please excuse me for being so rude to bump into you like that." With that, the girl turned and began walking away. Do to her skilled hearing she heard the orange haired male state, "The black rose doesn't speak to me, Crawford…I can't hear what her mind says…." His tone was crazed. The other man must have sighed and the conversation died. When Hotaru was a good ways away, she shivered. "Mystics…" She whispered, remembering that many of the Silver Alliance were reawakening their powers. As such, Setsuna and the outers referred to them as Mystics. 'The black rose doesn't speak to me…' She repeated over again. Flowers don't speak…Their merely there for aura… She snickered. And this black rose is going to make sure you Mystics don't harm Wiess in any way.
TBC…
Hope you guys like Chapter 7. Can't wait for 8 to come out! Next time on this wondrous story; let the teamwork begin as Lynx and the others track down the Starched Wings.