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Ooooooooook, onto the story which has officially stopped making sense to me! ONWARD READ!
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Riena stared out the window at the pouring rain, and sighed a shaky sigh. The more I wait, the more likely he is to reach me first. "It is only a matter of time…" She trembled lightly, shrugging it off as the draft floating through the window. She was well aware of Amon's plan. His secret ambition, finally in the hands of his …compound servant. She thought bitterly.
Below, a small snake like man with board straight black hair snuck through the undergrowth. His sights were set on a second story window. A nearby tree caught his attention, and he wound his way up the trunk until he was at eye level with the window, peering anxiously through the highly leaf populated branch which threatened to entirely obstruct his view.
His small green tinted lips parted into a smile, and a small pleased hiss followed. As soon as he had come, he had wound back down the tree and was gone.
Riena took a look around the room, her mind suddenly in action. She stood in the middle of the hard wood floor for a long time, the gears spinning at the speed of sound. A small, and nearly impossible to spot forcefeild cropped up around her, and at a run she left the house. The door slammed shut, waking her from her sudden and short lived trance of determination. She turned slowly, calmer now, and eyed the door, suddenly wondering about Kurama, and how long it would be until he came looking for her. A long, shuddering exhale condensed in the cold mixed season air. The rain bounced off the forcefeild, giving it an odder appearance then before.
With a final glance at the house, she sprinted off down the street, and four houses later, into the woods.
Amon grunted. There had been no word since he had sent out the assassins to find her, and her body guards. "How long does it have to take? Between Riena and the team, they should be easy enough to find." He groaned softly. "It will be worth it, for the look on Koenma's face." He reminded himself, in a mostly unconvinced tone.
The door was thrown open, the sound of wood crashing into wall echoed through the entire compound, stopping many in their tracks. The snake like man strutted in, and bowed deeply before his commander.
"Edric, what did you find?" Amon asked seriously, his voice finding foundation in threat and anger. Edric recovered from his bow, a long confident grin spreading over his green lips.
"Her."
"Already?" Amon asked suspiciously. Edric was a new assassin, still causing Amon great worry and distrust. He never quite has his head on right…
"Yesss. She was in a window." Edric stopped, simply silent. Amon realized that was all Edric had planed to say.
"And?" He prodded excitedly.
"And…"
"There must be more to tell me. This town is littered in windows, how will we find a person on that simple feed!" Amon scolded, the controlled rage in his voice threatening to turn unbound. Edric dropped onto the floor in a worshiping position, trembling. He had long heard story's of the Master's punishments.
"Our records show that the house is the one you stationed her at when you handed her over to the Detectives!" Eric squealed into the floor, trembling almost visibly now. Amon grinned.
"Good. Arrange for a lockdown." He ordered, standing. Edric stood as well, and began to back out, bent into a bow. With a loud and dramatic "oof", he knocked into a person. The person simply pushed Edric to the side, as if he were a swinging door, and took a quiet barefooted step into the office.
"A lockdown will hardly be necessary, My lord, unless of course you wish to take this outside." Riena teased, stepping briskly to the desk.
"Who gave you permission to enter this office!" Amon roared
"I did. Though I have been excommunicated, I still answer to no one." She responded calmly, her forcefeild disappearing, leaving a small ring of water on the floor. The office doors slammed themselves shut, receiving a small yelp from Edric, who had failed to move and almost lost a finger to Amon's now rising temper.
"Why are you here Riena? I specifically ordered you to stay!" Amon continued to rage, eyeing her white clothing with an angry eye.
"You no longer are my boss. Since you have turned me over to the Spirit Detectives, I have taken on a new master as punishment." She continued, still as unphased as when she entered. Amon started to become red in the face. He opened his mouth to continue the verbal assault, but Riena cut him off. "I believe that we should settle this, as the two of us. The other four do not deserve to fight a battle they know nothing of, do you agree?" Amon couldn't answer. He turned, and from a wall he snatched the largest, blood stained sword. Three slow steps, and with all his rage less might, he brought the sword down in a perfectly straight line, into what should have been Riena, but instead was thin air. Riena dove, rolled and landed neatly on her feet. Her eyes flickered over each wall of the office. Assorted swords and daggers, or firearms.
Amon charged, bringing the sword down in the same way as before. Riena dove again, rolling behind his desk and hitting the chair. She groaned quietly and returned to her feet, ducking a horizontal swing from Amon.
"You ungrateful wentch! I took you in, and this is how you repay me!" He swung again, now swinging with only enough vision to keep the blade of the sword in the general direction of Riena's head. Riena used an assortment of dodges and rolls to avoid the blade, and on her final roll, she landed once again on her feet in a cat like fashion, and mid step caught the hilt of a katana, spun, and caught the blade of Amon's sword mid swing. They stood there, swords touching, glaring at each other for a moment. Amon took deep, raging breaths, reminding Riena of a bull mid fight.
After a moment of tense silence, Riena stood back, withdrawing her borrowed weapon. Amon did the same, his breathing slowing down considerably.
"What are your orders?" Amon asked, using the same tone of voice a father uses when his daughter has made him angry, but he wants to give her a second chance.
"To kill you." Riena answered simply, a mistakably bright tone of voice used. Amon's breathing began to deepen.
"Are you going to?"
"To kill you?" Her hard outer core started to soften. "This is not a job I would like complete, but Lord Koenma has assigned it to me as my punishment, rather then allowing me to rot in the Spirit World jail."
"So you'll kill me to save your own skin?"
"It is not like I have a choice! You taught me to follow the commands of my leader, Koenma is my leader now and this is what he wishes. Do not be a hypocrite just because you are not in power." Riena argued, desperation coursing though her words.
"I told you that thinking that I would be the only one you would ever answer to."
"I told you not to be hypocritical."
"But I don't listen to you." He punched her, sending her falling onto his desk top. Quickly, he rounded his desk and placed the sword blade at Riena's very exposed throat. "Still think you can kill me?" He mocked.
"If she doesn't, I will!"
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