A big thank you go out to:
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kat: The next chapter will be soon! I think. ;;
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Omakase Shimasu: ;; Really? The animecon was real fun! Sorry you couldn't go. Maybe next time? . Yeah, life can suck big time. x.x Especially when you live in Holland, apparently. The Ghost of Future will be appearing soon! Really soon! I think in another chapter or two.
The motivator for this fic has been the alarmingly low amount of AxY fics lately. . Darn it! No offence! But if I see one more AxK fic, I'm gonna explode.
A Christmas Wish
-Chapter 10: Angel of Death-
Walking through a crowd of people who can't see you and who will pass straight through you, sounded a lot easier than it actually was. Sure, I could march straight on...but it still felt awkward. So I tried to avoid that as much as possible. Unfortunately, that also slowed me down considerably. By the time I reached the place where I saw the red hair, the owner had disappeared back into the crowd. Just my luck.
"Boo!"
I startled and whirled around to discover my guide.
"Ken!" I growled. Frustration usually didn't make me a happy man.
"Woa, buddy. Relax! What happened?" He inquired cheerfully.
I groaned, wondering when Heaven will finally smile upon me and I, just for once, get a guide who could gui...
Then I suddenly remembered. "You're the Ghost of Present!"
"Yeah? I thought we already established that." He frowned.
I grabbed him impatiently by the collar of his shirt. "Where is Aya?"
Ken tried to pry my fingers away, but it just forced me to tighten my hold.
"Where is he?" I repeated.
He sighed when he realized that I wasn't going to let him go until I had my answer.
"I'll tell you...but I need to warn you first."
A little surprised at his answer, I released him abruptly.
"It's probably going to be very bloody and a little messy."
Concerned that Aya would be hurt, I asked :"Is he going to be al right?"
Ken raised his eyebrows. "Why would you care about....oh wait." He rolled his eyes. "Aya's going to be fine. He's a pro. I'm sure he's probably not even getting a drop of blood on him."
I sighed in relief. "Then what were you talking about?" "If you follow him, you're going to see him kill somebody." He explained, with a hint of sadness in his voice.
"But why would he..."I couldn't say it. It seemed horrible. Aya, who cried in my arms on the rooftop. Aya, who looked so beautiful when he smiled. Aya...killing someone, taking life. Life, one of the most precious things one could loose, because its only given once. The possibility seemed surreal, but...somewhere, deep inside of me, something told me it was true. And that same something told me that it wouldn't be the first time it happened.
"Is it a man?" I hoped silently that it was a man. I always hated to see a woman hurt. So, a man, would make the terrible deed less horrible, maybe even less real.
Ken saw the inner turmoil on my face and patted my shoulder sympathetically.
"It's really not that bad. The guy has done more than his share to deserve a seat on death row. The cops just weren't able to hold unto enough evidences or witnesses involving him. Aya is actually doing a favor for justice."
In the name of justice? Does it make it okay to kill someone, when they're the bad guys?
Maybe. I don't know. I guess there is only one way to find out. A co-worker once told me that curiosity never pays off. I had strongly argued that life would be meaningless if you weren't curious. He had simply replied that ignorance could be a bless.
"I want to see."
And I added silently, I just hope I won't regret it.
And just like that, we were chasing after Aya. Down corridors and stairs, we walked, ran or maybe even flew. I don't remember. It was all a blur. I didn't remember how we caught up with him, but there he was. Just from a look behind, you could already see the perfect build of his body. Not muscular, not thin, not feminine. And yet at the same time, just the right amount of all those qualities. If a Greek statue was brought to life, it would look like him. No, less perfect than Aya. . The white tuxedo, lined with different shades of purple and blue, suited him like a second skin. I had sped up my pace to see the front of him and I was a little disappointed. Aya was wearing one of those Zorro-masks, brown contact lenses and had done something to darken his skin. I didn't know how I knew it, but I knew that no sun had ever managed to tan him, so something artificial must have been used. He still looked handsome, but it was almost an ordinary sort of handsome. His hair was still eyecatching as always, but the rare color of his eyes and his skin was what made him seem unreal. Without these characteristics of him visible, he could blend in easily with the crowd. I guess, that must be handy if you want to kill someone and leave, without attracting too much attention. I just wish I could see him without his disguise in this tux. The perfect Angel of Death, with thin treads of violet that make his eyes stand out even more than usual, add to it the echoing whiteness of his complexion...
Ken nudged an elbow at my ribs and effectively brought me out of Lusting-Ayaland. He pointed at the man walking just a few steps in front of us.
Aya's target was a giant man in a bulging tuxedo. He had come to a stop before two heavily decorated wooden doors. Inserting a golden key, the doors opened without much noise. The man, who must be the host of the event, took off his mask to take a seat behind his black desk. He was in the middle of searching through some drawers, when Aya entered the room shortly after him. I wondered what he thought when he saw the exquisitely dressed young man. Some inexperienced and ambitious young man, who wanted to ask his kind and elder colleague some business tips? Or maybe, something else that involved power and lust?Nothing good, most likely. He had raised one thickly bushed brow in amusement and moistened his lips.
"What can I do for you, young man?" The old pervert asked.
"Die." Aya replied coldly.
And the man only managed to utter a single 'what...?' before he was lying in a pool of his own blood with his throat slit. Frozen forever on his face, was a look of utter shock.
The katana that had appeared mysteriously out of nowhere, vanished just as suddenly. Without sparing another glance at the body, Aya calmly walked away and closed the door. I looked back at the dead man on the floor and felt strangely nothing. I wasn't horrified. I wasn't scared. I simply felt blank, and a faint shimmer of relief.
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