Light and Dark
Chapter 2
The Night Eyes
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Dark room...
Pitch dark...
-Swiiish-
Two metal doors opened to reveal a woman of her mid to late twenties. Her brown eyes squinted as she navigated through the dimly lit room as she bore a standard white apron which was essential with the teahouse outfit she had on.
Her face seemed calm and collected when she found a chair in the middle of the room.
She sat down, pressed a button on the chair's console, and like that lights all around the room started to turn.
The woman reached into her apron pocket, and pulled out a cigarette.
She lit it and looked up, leaning on her chair.
She sat exactly in the middle of the room. The room contained high end computers that rivaled those of the pentagon or any other military base out in the modern world, weaponry scattered themselves on the wall like deadly paintings of death, and TV monitors hung from the ceiling all facing the woman in the center.
She sighed and pushed a series of buttons once more on the chair's console.
One by one the TV monitors turned on. Each one showing a man's face. A total of ten men.
All the men varied in appearance. Some were old, some were young, some were fat, some were thin, some were ugly, some were handsomely dashing. But the common thing between the men on screen, were that they all looked like they held power. Like a CEO of some company. With their suits and ties and expensive haircuts. They seemed like powerful men.
The woman stirred in her seat, took the lit cigarette out of her mouth and spoke:
"Hello gentlemen, I see your all in time for this meeting."
"Cut the crap woman, get to the point already. Who are you and why aren't we seeing your company's boss?" A rather tough, muscular business man spoke in one of the monitors.
"I see we have a very assertive man with us. Well hold on to your panties and I will get to it. Now back to the beginning. Hello gentlemen, you can call me Ms. Golden Day. All of you have been summoned here because all of you are interested in our...little organization."
A fat middle aged man on another screen folded his arms. "Yes. We all have heard of your organization but we thought of it as a myth. But when I see you sitting there Ms. Golden Day, I can see that it surely isn't a myth. That Elyon does in fact exist."
"E-Elyon? That's absurd man!" One man fidgeted.
Ms. Golden Day smirked.
"Its isn't absurd people. I assure you Elyon does live. I am indeed one of the high officers here."
"But what I don't get is your purpose? What exactly is Elyon? What do your Assassins do?"
Ms. Golden day stood up from her seat. She paced around causing the men to nervously twitch in their seats.
"What does our organization do...lets see you guys try and explain. What do you think we do?"
A rather young man smiled. "I think you guys are a criminal organization. Because the only thing I've heard of was that this so called organization named Elyon makes the worlds best assassins and uses them for their own means."
"Yea!"
"No..."
"No?"
A man, a very old man leaned from his chair. His one thin hand rubbing his chin.
"No because I don't think they are a criminal organization. Elyon...I've heard of stories about them. Since ancient times they have been undercover. Not showing their real faces in front of the daylight. They prefer to stay hidden under the veil of the night and perform their acts then. They are an organization that seeks balance in this chaotic world. Like when one man takes too much power and abuses, they act, when a demon sprawls through the land they act, when a man goes and murders people after people, they act. Good and Evil. Construction and Destruction. Its all in the act of balancing the world. They have no affiliation to either side. A completely separate entity only to the side of black and shadows."
"..."
The men on screen went silent.
Ms. Golden Day sat back down.
"Actually both of you are quite right. Just like Rentarou-san said, we seek balance in his world. But Ichigo-kun is also quite right. In order for us to keep the balance we do quite some...illegal things around the world. We also go after bounties so as we can fund our organization, and of course these bounties must be ones that do not influence either good nor evil that much so as balance can be kept the same. And that is why you people are here. We are running out of those kind of bounties and we need your support."
The several men flinched on screen.
"Su-support? Like money wise!"
"You mean you need us?"
"What do we get out of this...partnership in return?"
"You guys will of course recieve protection. There are a lot of evil and good out there that want your blood because of your status. We will take care of them for you and you guys don't need to worry about your connections to us. No one will ever know and if someone does, they won't...live for long..."
"What if we decline...?"
Ms. Golden Day smiled at the man. A very evil smile. "Well thats your decision. Just don't blame us when the bounties for your heads come up and we coincidently need money..then...well...you get the point." All the business men gulped. "But let me say one thing that might raise your trust with us. We do have the best assassins in the whole world, for example...have you gentlemen ever heard of the man they call the Night Eyes."
A gasp of disbelief suddenly came from the men.
"You mean THE Night Eyes."
"Th-the assassin who just killed a judge in vacation just last night on Christmas eve!"
"Yea, I've heard of him. An expert killer who prowls the night and is so elusive that not even the police themselves can find him. Reports from eyewitnesses say that even in the darkest night he wears those sunglasses of his. So no one can properly identify him. Over the years he has killed a lot of murderers, rapists, and other people who have beaten the law so to speak. Yesterday was the first time anyone has heard of him kill a man of the law."
The rough looking man snorted. "And you telling me you have this...Night Eyes guy."
"Yes. He has been with Elyon since his birth."
"His birth. Holy-"
"Watch your mouth!...Yes. Night Eyes has been with us for some time now. I'll tell you his story, because you guys are about to join our organization and you should know the people who are in it. But if your not joining...you should at least also know your murderer. Anyways I'll continue. He was born and--
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"--raised within my family."
A truck zooms off in the distance.
A girl waves from the passenger window before the truck disappears into the thick fog.
A little boy stands in the middle of the road.
Waving.
His happiness present in his face.
A hand grips his shoulder lightly.
The boy looks up.
He smiles warmly at a teenager Ms. Golden Day.
"But at the age of six Elyon stepped in...I stepped in. My whole family including my sister were part of Elyon. I was the top assassin back then. But my superiors wanted me to step down from my work and join them up in the higher ranks. In doing so they had to choose a successor. My sister and her husband were killed in a mission and their son was left parent less . They took advantage of this and chose him as my successor...Now... Elyon has a way of doing things. For one to become an assassin he had to experience the world through a test. The trial was to spend four years in the darkest, dirtiest, roughest parts of a demented and perverted city."
Rain pours down from the sky.
A van throttles through one of the streets in the bad section of a city.
Inside the boy continues to cry in Ms. Golden Day's arm.
Ms. Golden Day hugs him with wet eyes.
The van stops.
The driver looks back and gestures at her.
She nods.
She hugs the boy tighter.
Sliding doors opens.
A pair of arms forces the boy out of the teenager's arms.
The boy flails his arms wildly.
The man throws the boy outside in the rain.
The boy stands up and ran back into the van.
Ms. Golden Day hugs the boy to a stop.
Warm arms wrap around the small fragile boy.
Herself inside the van. Him outside in the rain.
A whisper escapes her mouth.
"I thought it was impossible for him to survive nor come out of this the same. So I did the only thing I could do. I told him that I would be waiting for him in the end, that if he would be a good boy and survive he will be just fine."
Her whispering and her hugging stop.
She shoves the boy farther out into the rainy outdoors.
The boy stumbles and falls backwards with a splash.
Ms. Golden Day slams the doors shut.
She leans back on her seat and sighs.
She hears the gentle patting of rainwater.
She hears the wails and cries from a particular boy.
The van zooms forward.
She looks back.
She sees the boy try his best to catch up.
Desperate for his Aunt.
He stumbles and dives head first into a puddle.
His fallen figure became smaller and smaller as her van sped faster and faster.
Ms. Golden day places a hand over her face.
The driver speaks to her.
She ignores him.
Tears drops fall to the van floor.
"This boy had to do this without any training before it. Even I had training before I went through the trial but this was different. The higher ups wanted him to be ready by the age of ten."
He wanders in the middle of a dark and narrow alleyway in between two industrial buildings.
Two industrial buildings out of the thousands that pave this section of the city.
The cold frost clung to his smudged face as he looked up at the white sky that hovered over the poverty stricken city he now lives on.
Sooner or later he finds a cardboard box and quickly jumps into it.
He scrunches up by hugging his knees closer to his thin self.
Crying, and wondering why.
"With my motivation, he was indeed a quick learner. He knew he had to survive to go back to living a normal life and so he found out that there was strength in numbers. He made a gang and lived like that for a while."
Three years later.
He runs with several other boys his age behind him.
They skid to a stop in front of a bakery.
He gestures to one of them.
That child did what the boy said and smashes the bakery store window.
The store-keeper runs out and chases the child.
The child darts out to the street with the man right behind.
The boy took advantage of this and runs into the unprotected store.
The others follow.
They all took a moment and left at the same time. Shirts full of bread.
The boy smiling.
"During this time he found out the good side of life. How just a simple loaf of bread and a few friends made him happy. He cherished it like the times when his mother was still alive."
The child that was chased by the store keeper returned to the boy and his crew.
The boy pats his back and gives him a loaf of bread.
They all enjoy their spoils.
A whimpering sound.
No one notices the faint sound except for the boy.
He detaches himself from the others and peeks inside a dumpster.
A young six year old girl sits there cold, and lonely.
Her blouse and skirt completely dirty
The boy smiles at her and gives her his bread.
The girl smiles back, takes it and hastily ate it.
The girl cooed with enjoyment.
The boy kept smiling.
"But life isn't all good. There is another side of life and it smacked the boy right in the face. Good was always accompanied by Evil. He found out about it the hard way."
Screams fills the alleyway.
The boy stands frozen in place.
His comrades were in front of him on the concrete floor, bruised and bleeding. Most dead.
An older gang had swept in. Taking what they want and leaving no prisoners.
A muffled scream.
The boy jerks his head up and dashes forward down the alleyway.
He turns a sharp corner to find the same six year old girl's body on the street curb.
Her dress skirt lifted.
A small pool of crimson streaming into the streets and dumping towards a gutter.
Three older boys hover around the girl's beaten, violated body.
They turn their heads to him.
Smirking an evil smirk at the boy. They crept closer.
The boy looks down at the concrete floor.
Emotionless.
"Who knows what unimaginable horrors greeted this boy when he was out there. But instead of succumbing to the evil that met him, he absorbed it. His soul took in everything and merged it with his personality. He didn't just copy the evil around him, he perfected it and controlled it within himself. He overcame what most people in that area could not. Self-control. Balance"
One of the older boys lunges at him with a kick.
The boy sidesteps out of the way, took out a knife, and jabs it into his opponents gut.
The boy jerks the knife out and kicks the older boy in the face.
The older boy falls down. Dead.
Another older boy comes in madly from his left.
The boy frowns and swipes at him with his knife.
Blood flew into the air, along with a hand.
The older boy screams, holding onto his newly formed bloody stub. He retreates with his friend, leaving a trail of blood.
The boy looks on at the running cowards.
Glaring.
He grunts, took a step closer at the girl and pets her black hair.
She was still alive and awake. Crying.
He looks down to see a pair of sunglasses besides the girl.
The boy tosses his knife away and picks the girl up along with the glasses.
The girl clings to him, crying into his chest.
The boy puts on the sunglasses before he hugs the girl back.
"There's usually a line where people cross when they become completely evil. This boy didn't cross that line. He's actually on it. He used the evil he learned from others to protect the good that is still around him, the things that were precious to him. He had infact achieved balance. That was what Elyon wanted...That is what they received."
The girl and the boy walk down the street hand in hand.
The girl ate happily with her piece of bread while the boy stares at her through his shades.
Abruptly, a black van skids to a stop in front of them.
Van doors open.
The boy unsheathes his knife.
The little girl scurries behind the boy.
A young adult Ms. Golden Day steps out of the van.
The boy smiles widely and jumps into her arms.
A pair of sunglasses falls from his face.
Following the boy, the girl leaps into Ms. Golden day's arm as well.
"After we extracted the boy and the girl that accompanied him. We trained him into being the perfect Assassin. Because of the trial most of the good and evil stuff was taken care of. He knew about Elyon's cause about the balance of good and evil and happily jumped in. Then he became the man--"
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"--you know today. The Night Eyes."
A beeping sound.
Ms. Golden Day sighed.
"Well Gentlemen. I expect answers soon. Now if you'd excuse me. I have to leave for now."
The men on screen nodded and soon their screens turned off one by one.
-Swiisch-
The doors behind the woman opened so as I walked in.
"Ahh, Keitaro. How was the Christmas party?"
"Same old, same old. Everyone is asleep in the living room. So I put blankets over them."
"Anything else?"
"No, nothing much. Thats about it Ms. Golden Day."
-Whack!-
"Waaaah! Why did you do that for?"
"Because how many times do I have to tell you Keitaro. Don't call me that when we are private. I'm your Aunt. Not your boss."
I stuck my tongue out at her. "I was just kidding Haruka. You know I was."
"Yea yea." Haruka smirked.
"Hehehehe."
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