Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis would never belong to me
Chapter 1: The Silent Mother and The Puss of Death
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A russet-haired male stood proud among everyone. He was a fine specimen of male, his face was lean and beautiful in a classical way, and his body was without a patch of fat and his movements so graceful that it would make ladies weep in shame.
His voice was deep and commanding, everything about him stamped of authority. He was the best leader to their group.
He was like the Greek God Apollo, with his dark head and charming face.
He was the legend of their group, ShiniNingyoo, the Dolls of Death.
He was the myth, he ruled with an iron fist and he was the best.
His records was perfect, not once had he failed to complete his mission, which was the reason why he was chosen as the new leader, after their previous leader was killed in his own assignment.
As more and more of the group members filed into their secret headquarters, he turned and sat lightly on his seat, which was placed at the head of the table.
Silence reigned in the room; no one speaks until he did. He was the rule, he was their leader.
The eight seats which flanked his seat were occupied by his most trusted and most skilled members. They were all ranked accordingly to their abilities and thus seated accordingly.
After everyone was seated respectively in their seats, he started to brief them about the new mission.
"This time our client is the Japan Government. The target is the oil-magnate Akira Shiro. Inui has already prepared the necessary documents and information for the people I have chosen to follow me on this trip."
"Those who didn't have the file prepared by Inui would be continuing with their training with Inui."
"Do not let your guard down, dismiss"
"Hai" there were a sharp and organized reply all due to the years of training they have received from the moment they stepped into the Training Academy.
As the rest shuffled out, five of the eight remained.
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"Saa, it's the government this time, are you sure about this?" Fuji Syuusuke was probably the only person who dared to question the leader's decision so blatantly.
"Inui had analyzed every single aspect and we decide that it would be safe." his face remained stoic as he was quite used to Fuji's questions, considering that they trained together since young.
"Maa, it would be fine then."
The remaining four remained silent. They have complete faith in their leader and even if they didn't, they didn't have the guts to openly doubt him.
"Read through all the information and gather in the hall three hours later. I would have Inui to brief you again about tonight's action."
With that, he stood up and left.
"Neh, neh Oishi, we can have fun tonight!"
"Eiji, it is work and you should take care, you just recovered from your cold"
"Nyah…I am ok, you mother us too much Oishi!"
At the mention of mothering, Oishi blushed.
"Mada Mada Dane" the youngest member of their group lowered his cap and walked away.
"Ezichen, matte, I want to get something to eat before going through that thick file of information Inui-senpai has collected"
"Momo-senpai, we have only three hours to work out the details. Mada Mada Dane"
As Momoshiro ran after the small boy, Fuji walked quietly away from the still whining Eiji Kikumaru and the anxious Oishi.
He stepped into the corridor which would lead directly to the leader's room.
Walking quietly through the dark corridor, he slowly pushed the glass door open. Seeing his leader so hard at work didn't really make him feel bad. Instead it made him mad.
"You are working too hard"
"It is necessary"
With a light push on his left foot, he was by his side in an instant. Curling his arms around the man he had loved since he was but a boy, he rubbed his nose against the soft chocolate-colored hair.
"Fuji…"
"Onegai…just for awhile, let me be close to you, just for awhile."
Both of them stayed in that position for long moments of time. Until the seated leader decided that he must finish his work before thinking of relaxing in the embrace of his lover.
Reluctantly, he let go of him. Taking a step back, he was contented to watch him work out all the little details of their mission tonight.
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Exactly three hours later, the team led by their leader was gathered down at the hall. Everyone was there, expect Ryoma Ezichen. He was late, as usual.
It was after waiting another five minutes for that arrogant boy and later suffering one minute of the leader's intimidating glare, before they headed out.
They traveled to their destination with their usual black van. Once they reached the place, they all moved out, each clearly aware of their own respective job.
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Oishi went in through the front door, the security came up to him, slightly complacent due to his gullible appearance. But the moment he was close enough, his smile disappeared and in place was a coldly determined look.
Raising his gloved hands, he gave one last smile and bid the guards adieu. Like a magician's hands, he allowed his hands to dance in a familiar waltz of death.
As swiftly as the night breeze, he cleared the security in the front hall. His accuracy allowed him to finish his job cleanly and efficiently.
With a thin wire laced several times around all his fingers, his weapon was clean and almost invisible.
By tightening and loosening the muscles of his hands simultaneously, the wire would tighten and loosen allowing him to slip the wires through the guards with a gentle throw of his arms and then immediately tighten his muscles, slicing his targets up.
After cleaning up the trail of bodies which were neatly cut up, he proceeded to finish up the second floor's security.
With his clean and silent tactic and his habit after every kill, he was dubbed The Silent Mother.
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Eiji on the other hand wasn't as direct. He entered by climbing up one of the trees that flanked the house.
His flexible body allowed him to move from room to room, not using the corridor; he leapt from one window ledge to another.
His job was a little different from Oishi's.
Finally reaching the correct room, he picked the window lock with his nimble fingers. Swinging the plane open with only a sigh of protest, he swung in. Landing just as quietly, he disappeared immediately into the shadows.
The surroundings were quiet, too quiet. Sensing a shift in the air, he swiftly leapt aside.
Twisting his body in mid-air, he threw out five poison-laced needles. Each found its place into the throat of the guards.
It took exactly one second for the poison to numb their breathing system. Collapsing like a pile of unsupported dolls, they laid on the floor twitching as they suffocated to death.
As he moved towards the bed, he heard the metallic click of a shot gun.
Extracting a needle from the fingertip of his glove, he threw it without looking back.
Moments later, the last guard stopped twitching.
"Please…don't kill me…I will give you money, my jewelry…" her words faded into gurgles for air.
"Gomen gomen, but we don't leave any survivors."
Eiji Kikumaru, the Specialist Assassin just like Oishi Syuichiroh, was the most flexible person in their group, which meant that he was the most flexible person on earth.
His weapons lay in his glove. Every fingertip of his glove contained five needles.
The needles in his left hand glove were laced with poison that kills immediately, most ideal for a dangerous situation and many opponents.
While the ones in his right hand glove were laced with poison that would numb the opponent's breathing system and thus suffocating him or her to death. A little sadistic idea suggested by Fuji to the equally sadistic Inui.
With this kind of skill and weapons, he was named The Puss of Death. If you were careless, you might just be scratched by him.
"One mistress down, one more wife to go" he smiled cheerfully as he disappeared out from the window, leaving the room with no blood and a pile of bodies.
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Author's note:
Yo minna! I am back. This is my newest series, ShiniNingyoo. This entry is mainly on Eiji and Oishi with their killing technique. Erm…if you haven't realized it yet, they are assassins…ALL OF THEM:P
The next chapter would be on Momoshiro and Ryoma…and a little hint of TezuFuji…
Stay tuned!