Disclaimer: See chapter one.
Well, that last chapter was writer's block overcome with a teddy bear found randomly sprawled out on the floor. STV: Absolutely. He is Jeans Khaki. It's an odd name, but Jiinzu-chan's going to have to live with it. Now, the Interpretations are finished for anyone who's curious about Jin's POV. Warning, she is VERY evil. Infact, the really long (3000 words), really descriptive last chapter has the kind of content that might bump it up from PG-13 to R.
BTW, has anyone noticed that quite a few of the chapters have ended with Piccolo going to bed?
"Work continued per-usual. Uwaki was your average nymphomaniac; Shuran continued the path of a philanderer; Mari kept to her unruffled comfort zone. Questions weren't asked; they all assumed that I was ill. Overall, everything was quite stable.
"We already tracked down our quarry to a group in one of the more decrepit neighborhoods (not too far from Jin's old room, which wasn't unexpected). After keeping surveillance for a while, we decided to begin by having some fun warnings dropped on them.
"Jin smirked as she peered through the smudged glass. 'I say we make it look like a shooting.'
"'So they'll suspect one another, right?' I chortled, knowing that since they all had a piece, they were all likely to have done it, especially when we're on the 15th floor.
"She opened the window slowly and without a sound. We both picked a pebble from the concrete and 'shot' an unsuspecting gang member, complete with a mimicked sound. She shut the window hurriedly and we flattened against the building, listening as several running steps came to the area, followed by loud yelling and accusations. We grinned to each other and jumped down, then ran off, howling with laughter.
"Unfortunately, suspicion dies as fast as it's borne in those guys. Instead of lashing out at one another, they immediately went searching around the other gangs, and outward battles started. Underground warfare isn't too interesting, really. It's always kept at a low scale to not attract attention, and all their half decent fighters rely on hidden weapons and steroids to get anything done. Watching their battles could be about as amusing as a cockfight: two lower life-forms, smacking at each other with razors.
"No more large incidents occurred, however the murder patterns remained: in inside politics. Our target, Jiinzu Kaaki, seemed to be working on his own. He was slowly getting rid of his enemies and the people in his way with this technique. We weren't quite sure why he targeted the whole club that night until we eavesdropped on one of his conversations with a lackey he gained.
"'This city,' he cackled, 'will be mine. It needs a guy with brains and youth, not sentimental rubbish and superstition. I mean, all those guys, braggin' on how they were released from prison by Piccolo Daimaou and managed to keep out when the large crackdown of law came after that "Great Devil King" got killed. Is that something to brag about?'
"If I actually had kept a written list of everyone I wanted to kill, this kid would have just gained some stars beside his name.
"His underling tilted his head. 'But they're going to notice that something's up, right? I mean, someone's going to notice.'
"'This,' Jiinzu continued to beam his arrogance. 'is an act of the new Hidan no Kami-sama! If need be, I will bring down another warning and slaughter my unbelievers!'
"I glanced over to Jin with a deep grimace. 'He mutters a lot of stupid words.'
"'I have to agree.' She sighed. 'How do you want to go about killing him then?'
"Her casual tone lightened my mood a bit. 'We could flog him to death.'
"'That sounds pretty fun, actually. How about we get bamboo rods and cut slits in them, then soak them with salt-water?'
"I covered my face to keep my laughter from becoming too audible and waved for her to quit her japes. It would seem difficult as we were standing on a concrete ledge at the side of a hotel building, which would normally require minimal movement when you're up about 30 or so floors.
"'We'll have a new batch of tablets for Jailbait,' Jiinzu continued, 'just in case we need to do to them as we did to Loam Bistro. Those ammonia matches are hard to make though, and even harder to get someone to make. Are you sure that everybody who goes to that club uses Ecstasy?'
"The lackey scratched his head. 'Some use meth. Actually, meth is growing again, I think.'
"'Well,' Jiinzu leaned back in his chair again, trying his best to imitate a crime boss. 'I can disguise it as ice, too. And I've already perfected a version that can dissolve into alcohol without losing its power. If a demonstration is needed,' A wide grin stretched across his face, 'St. Patrick's Day would be the perfect time to do it.'
"Jin and I both groaned. 'I will not,' Jin said, 'deal with him on that day. I refuse! I have better things to do than smack around a baby on my last day here.'
"I was about to agree with her before she spat out those last words. 'You're leaving after St. Patrick's Day?'
"She looked at me as if a secret had just been slipped, but then smiled. 'I can't stay any longer than that, Dorai. I'm actually supposed to leave before that. But, I figured, I should at least stay for that day, right?'
"It took me a while before I could say anything. I wasn't listening to the gabbing in the room, nor was I really trying to think of anything to speak. I was only staring. But I suddenly crashed back into the subject. 'Then we better get him before-hand.'
"The phrase 'formula is on the flagpole' snatched my attention back to the boy's constant muttering. 'Did you hear that?' asked Jin.
"'The flagpole..' I repeated, 'Which flagpole was he talking about?'
"'The one three floors up and two windows to the right,' She pointed to the metal stake above us. From it hung the flag of some forgotten country. Even from the little light that came through the windows, marks of blue ink, crowded onto both sides, were visible. We left the one-sided conversation of the pseudo-crime-boss and quickly jumped up the floors to the pole. Perched upon the concrete ledge on either side of the bar, we stared at the fluttering piece of cloth. Jin reached for the rope and began pulling it in. As it came closer, I released the rings from the hooks and pulled it towards me. But then, a large tremor rattled through the building's frame, and a gust took the flag from my weakened grasp into an obscure corner below.
"'Idiot,' Jin hissed at me before jumping after it. She disappeared into the opaque shadows, over a particularly black rectangle of surface. In many of the rooms in the hotel, there was commotion. People inside were trying to figure out what the quake, which I figured to have originated from the basement, was.
"I, however, didn't have much time to ponder this myself. From the area of darkness that both Jin and the flag fell in, I heard a sound which I could most associate with a frog landing heavily on a lilly-pad, then Jin's voice, shouting some sort of obscenity, accompanied by the frantic splashing of water. I lept down to a lighted area and walked quickly towards the four-square area.
"Peering into the shadows, I could dignify a wrangled, black tarp floating on the surface of a pool, shimmering with the lights from the hotel. I smirked, tempted to laugh at the idea that Jin had fallen in, but I managed to stifle it and looked around to see if she had climbed out yet. I didn't see anyone. I didn't hear anything except the inquisitions and pattering about in the institution behind me. I tried to stare into the water, but the beams only bounced off the surface as glare, leaving the resivoir underneath with its inky appearance.
"'Jin?' I called out. There was no answer. I called her name again. The response was the same. Could she have drowned? was my first thought. To this, I shook my head. A woman like her barely seemed capable of dying, even if the Apocalypse threatened her, let alone drowning in a hotel pool. Despite this string of logic, worry was already seeping through me. I stepped closer to the edge and squinted even harder to see past the reflections into the sooty space whilst straining my ears to try to hear any reverberation of a current that could be caused by her movement. Not a wrinkle went across the glaze; Not a waft from beneath.
"Quite suddenly a hand shot from the water and its heel bashed into my forehead, sending me back a few meters. I brought my palm to the assaulted spot above my brow as I heard a body drag itself from the pool, followed by a string of insults.
"Despite what names that were being hurled at me, I smiled. 'Jin! You're all right!'
"'What do you mean by that? Did you think I would die from something so stupid!' Her drenched clothes clung to her body, as did her hair, and were dripping into a puddle on the cement ground. She had the flag clutched in her right hand. 'It's a good thing this bloody thing was written in permanent ink! If it wasn't, your fatuity would have had the thing diluted in the water! Imbecile! Moron!'
"Her verbal attacks didn't phase me. 'You look quite wet...'
"'Care to rephrase that?!'
"I would have offered her the light jacket that I had on since it was still February, but I refrained since I knew it would only be refused with more insults and rants. She briskly walked by me, her hands in fists at her sides and her shoulders hunched in anger. As I went after her, she threw the flag at my face and sputtered another line of curses. 'That is the last time I go hanging off the side of a skyscraper with you.' I heard her spit.
"Even after I pulled the soggy mess from me, I still couldn't help but to smile."
I do not own Mark Twain from the last chapter =p. Hidan - Gang, though that wasn't the word that bothered Piccolo =p. And SilverWolfe3636, since you and James Brown so want to know when Jin figures out who Dorai really is, here's a hint: She doesn't know he's Piccolo when the story is being told. XD Oh... and Chi-Chi seemed to have kept her interjections to a minimum this chapter!
Well, that last chapter was writer's block overcome with a teddy bear found randomly sprawled out on the floor. STV: Absolutely. He is Jeans Khaki. It's an odd name, but Jiinzu-chan's going to have to live with it. Now, the Interpretations are finished for anyone who's curious about Jin's POV. Warning, she is VERY evil. Infact, the really long (3000 words), really descriptive last chapter has the kind of content that might bump it up from PG-13 to R.
BTW, has anyone noticed that quite a few of the chapters have ended with Piccolo going to bed?
"Work continued per-usual. Uwaki was your average nymphomaniac; Shuran continued the path of a philanderer; Mari kept to her unruffled comfort zone. Questions weren't asked; they all assumed that I was ill. Overall, everything was quite stable.
"We already tracked down our quarry to a group in one of the more decrepit neighborhoods (not too far from Jin's old room, which wasn't unexpected). After keeping surveillance for a while, we decided to begin by having some fun warnings dropped on them.
"Jin smirked as she peered through the smudged glass. 'I say we make it look like a shooting.'
"'So they'll suspect one another, right?' I chortled, knowing that since they all had a piece, they were all likely to have done it, especially when we're on the 15th floor.
"She opened the window slowly and without a sound. We both picked a pebble from the concrete and 'shot' an unsuspecting gang member, complete with a mimicked sound. She shut the window hurriedly and we flattened against the building, listening as several running steps came to the area, followed by loud yelling and accusations. We grinned to each other and jumped down, then ran off, howling with laughter.
"Unfortunately, suspicion dies as fast as it's borne in those guys. Instead of lashing out at one another, they immediately went searching around the other gangs, and outward battles started. Underground warfare isn't too interesting, really. It's always kept at a low scale to not attract attention, and all their half decent fighters rely on hidden weapons and steroids to get anything done. Watching their battles could be about as amusing as a cockfight: two lower life-forms, smacking at each other with razors.
"No more large incidents occurred, however the murder patterns remained: in inside politics. Our target, Jiinzu Kaaki, seemed to be working on his own. He was slowly getting rid of his enemies and the people in his way with this technique. We weren't quite sure why he targeted the whole club that night until we eavesdropped on one of his conversations with a lackey he gained.
"'This city,' he cackled, 'will be mine. It needs a guy with brains and youth, not sentimental rubbish and superstition. I mean, all those guys, braggin' on how they were released from prison by Piccolo Daimaou and managed to keep out when the large crackdown of law came after that "Great Devil King" got killed. Is that something to brag about?'
"If I actually had kept a written list of everyone I wanted to kill, this kid would have just gained some stars beside his name.
"His underling tilted his head. 'But they're going to notice that something's up, right? I mean, someone's going to notice.'
"'This,' Jiinzu continued to beam his arrogance. 'is an act of the new Hidan no Kami-sama! If need be, I will bring down another warning and slaughter my unbelievers!'
"I glanced over to Jin with a deep grimace. 'He mutters a lot of stupid words.'
"'I have to agree.' She sighed. 'How do you want to go about killing him then?'
"Her casual tone lightened my mood a bit. 'We could flog him to death.'
"'That sounds pretty fun, actually. How about we get bamboo rods and cut slits in them, then soak them with salt-water?'
"I covered my face to keep my laughter from becoming too audible and waved for her to quit her japes. It would seem difficult as we were standing on a concrete ledge at the side of a hotel building, which would normally require minimal movement when you're up about 30 or so floors.
"'We'll have a new batch of tablets for Jailbait,' Jiinzu continued, 'just in case we need to do to them as we did to Loam Bistro. Those ammonia matches are hard to make though, and even harder to get someone to make. Are you sure that everybody who goes to that club uses Ecstasy?'
"The lackey scratched his head. 'Some use meth. Actually, meth is growing again, I think.'
"'Well,' Jiinzu leaned back in his chair again, trying his best to imitate a crime boss. 'I can disguise it as ice, too. And I've already perfected a version that can dissolve into alcohol without losing its power. If a demonstration is needed,' A wide grin stretched across his face, 'St. Patrick's Day would be the perfect time to do it.'
"Jin and I both groaned. 'I will not,' Jin said, 'deal with him on that day. I refuse! I have better things to do than smack around a baby on my last day here.'
"I was about to agree with her before she spat out those last words. 'You're leaving after St. Patrick's Day?'
"She looked at me as if a secret had just been slipped, but then smiled. 'I can't stay any longer than that, Dorai. I'm actually supposed to leave before that. But, I figured, I should at least stay for that day, right?'
"It took me a while before I could say anything. I wasn't listening to the gabbing in the room, nor was I really trying to think of anything to speak. I was only staring. But I suddenly crashed back into the subject. 'Then we better get him before-hand.'
"The phrase 'formula is on the flagpole' snatched my attention back to the boy's constant muttering. 'Did you hear that?' asked Jin.
"'The flagpole..' I repeated, 'Which flagpole was he talking about?'
"'The one three floors up and two windows to the right,' She pointed to the metal stake above us. From it hung the flag of some forgotten country. Even from the little light that came through the windows, marks of blue ink, crowded onto both sides, were visible. We left the one-sided conversation of the pseudo-crime-boss and quickly jumped up the floors to the pole. Perched upon the concrete ledge on either side of the bar, we stared at the fluttering piece of cloth. Jin reached for the rope and began pulling it in. As it came closer, I released the rings from the hooks and pulled it towards me. But then, a large tremor rattled through the building's frame, and a gust took the flag from my weakened grasp into an obscure corner below.
"'Idiot,' Jin hissed at me before jumping after it. She disappeared into the opaque shadows, over a particularly black rectangle of surface. In many of the rooms in the hotel, there was commotion. People inside were trying to figure out what the quake, which I figured to have originated from the basement, was.
"I, however, didn't have much time to ponder this myself. From the area of darkness that both Jin and the flag fell in, I heard a sound which I could most associate with a frog landing heavily on a lilly-pad, then Jin's voice, shouting some sort of obscenity, accompanied by the frantic splashing of water. I lept down to a lighted area and walked quickly towards the four-square area.
"Peering into the shadows, I could dignify a wrangled, black tarp floating on the surface of a pool, shimmering with the lights from the hotel. I smirked, tempted to laugh at the idea that Jin had fallen in, but I managed to stifle it and looked around to see if she had climbed out yet. I didn't see anyone. I didn't hear anything except the inquisitions and pattering about in the institution behind me. I tried to stare into the water, but the beams only bounced off the surface as glare, leaving the resivoir underneath with its inky appearance.
"'Jin?' I called out. There was no answer. I called her name again. The response was the same. Could she have drowned? was my first thought. To this, I shook my head. A woman like her barely seemed capable of dying, even if the Apocalypse threatened her, let alone drowning in a hotel pool. Despite this string of logic, worry was already seeping through me. I stepped closer to the edge and squinted even harder to see past the reflections into the sooty space whilst straining my ears to try to hear any reverberation of a current that could be caused by her movement. Not a wrinkle went across the glaze; Not a waft from beneath.
"Quite suddenly a hand shot from the water and its heel bashed into my forehead, sending me back a few meters. I brought my palm to the assaulted spot above my brow as I heard a body drag itself from the pool, followed by a string of insults.
"Despite what names that were being hurled at me, I smiled. 'Jin! You're all right!'
"'What do you mean by that? Did you think I would die from something so stupid!' Her drenched clothes clung to her body, as did her hair, and were dripping into a puddle on the cement ground. She had the flag clutched in her right hand. 'It's a good thing this bloody thing was written in permanent ink! If it wasn't, your fatuity would have had the thing diluted in the water! Imbecile! Moron!'
"Her verbal attacks didn't phase me. 'You look quite wet...'
"'Care to rephrase that?!'
"I would have offered her the light jacket that I had on since it was still February, but I refrained since I knew it would only be refused with more insults and rants. She briskly walked by me, her hands in fists at her sides and her shoulders hunched in anger. As I went after her, she threw the flag at my face and sputtered another line of curses. 'That is the last time I go hanging off the side of a skyscraper with you.' I heard her spit.
"Even after I pulled the soggy mess from me, I still couldn't help but to smile."
I do not own Mark Twain from the last chapter =p. Hidan - Gang, though that wasn't the word that bothered Piccolo =p. And SilverWolfe3636, since you and James Brown so want to know when Jin figures out who Dorai really is, here's a hint: She doesn't know he's Piccolo when the story is being told. XD Oh... and Chi-Chi seemed to have kept her interjections to a minimum this chapter!
