Hey there all. Another fun filled chappie just for you! This is a record, not only have I done this chapter but also others for 2 other stories! Right now with out any delay here is chapter 7. This should have been up last night growls at internet but I couldn't log on. So here it is.
Enjoy!
Pink hair flying behind her, the small neko-jin ran back to the clearing that had become her home. The ground was soft under her hardened feet and dew was starting form in the air. It was the perfect night for hunting.
Springing gaily into a tree, she swung from branch to branch only to leap higher and higher. Her run in the afternoon had calmed the searing anger that now she was once again as timid as a kitten.
The rush of the breeze past her ears was accelerating, causing her heart rate to increase and making her move faster. Her hair whipped at her back. A cool trickle down her back soon evaporated as she plummeted back to her spot.
Landing with nothing more than a snapping twig at which she cursed, "You stupid baka neko! That could've have been during a mission! Baka neko!" Picking up the broken twig and throwing back into the trees, she saw a man floating in water with her partner, Hillary, beside him.
CLICK. "Who are you? Hillary get out of the water now! I will shoot him where he floats."
"Mariah relax, remember Tyson? From school 5 years ago? The guy that used to hang around with Rei and Kai?"
"Mariah is that you? Wow you have grown up to be a stunning little tiger than haven't you?" his voice was full of awe as he gaped at her. Mariah slowly lowered her gun, but held a tight grip.
"Put the gun down Mariah. If you fire it I will get in the path and you will kill me. We have more jobs to do before we can leave anyway. I want in on that money too," Hillary was wading toward the bank. Stepping out, water dripped off her delicate frame to run down her legs to the ground.
"Your right, the tasks are too big for one person to accomplish on their own. He will not know of these tasks that we need to accomplish though will he? Other wise I will need to shoot him as he looks as though he could let it slip that we exist."
Jumping up into her tree, Mariah leant against the trunk looking at the boy in the water. She was wearing nothing more than a singlet and her bikini bottoms, revealing her slim muscular legs.
On the end of her fingers were long vicious nails that helped her climb trees. They were so strong that she could open a person's hand with them. Her physique was slender, yet it held so much strength that it was usual for someone to try and have their way with her to end up with a few broken bones and deep gauges out of their skin. She took no prisoners.
Hillary on the other hand had more of a heart. She let people speak before shooting, slicing or killing them in general. For the most part, they were known to many as the Black Siamese Cats. They were agile and fingernail marks were always found on the crime scene. Their nails were long but long enough and strong enough not to break easily. They were the result of many years of growing.
A fashion princess Mariah and Hillary are no more, but deadly vixens that use whatever they find as a weapon.
"TYSON! TYSON WHERE ARE YOU!" Shuuji was yelling out to his son that had gone for a long search. Ty's dog was at the house and had found a cool spot to wait out the hot afternoon. Unfortunately, he still hadn't figured out where that spot was.
Taking a deep breath, Shuuji stepped forward into the dark forest with only a faint light from his torch and the pale glow from the moon. Nothing could have made for a worse night other than the day that…now wasn't the time for those thoughts. Tyson was still out there waiting to be found.
This stupid son of his never thought before walking off. As a result, this was the stem of many of the arguments that could be heard down the road from their house. It was always a stressful time during the last few months of university for Tyson. Unfortunately he let all that pent up anger and stress out on his poor father.
Shuuji would then go to work unhappy the next day and it would take a good steak and some Australian beer to settle out his problems. It was more like 6 to 10 beers later that he wouldn't be able to remember what he was so pissed off at.
Tyson would then fetch his father and take him home to give him lots of water before sending him to bed to wake the next morning with a very large headache. But the night before was just the right medicine for his stressful day.
"See ya later girls, maybe I will see you in town…the village soon." Tyson? Who was he talking to that lives in the forest and would he know? Perhaps there is more to his walk than he first suspected.
"Tyson!" Shuuji called out once again. The darkness returned an answer this time though. Holding the light up higher, a shadow emerged into the pale glow and became a blue haired guy.
"Dad? Why are you out here? How come you aren't at Gramps' house?" he sounded confused. He hadn't realised the time of night…morning it was.
Shaking his head, Shuuji hugged his son, "Ty, its 5 in the morning and you have been gone so long that we…I thought you had forgotten about your stomach. Plus the amount of worry that you put me through was astronomical!"
"Where's the dog dad? I couldn't find him anywhere. I hope he is alright, he is the only thing that I worry about more than you, uni and food!"
"He's fine. About an hour after you left, he walked into the kitchen wanting food. That stupid dog had found a nice cool spot somewhere around the house to stay until it cooled down a little."
Grabbing the torch, Tyson started to walk towards home. Shuuji walked beside him, his mind was finally settling down into a normal train of incoherent thoughts. This was more relaxing then the panic thoughts that had been streaking through 5 minutes previous.
"Hey dad…what happened to mum?" the question was a random thought that had just made its way to Tyson's brain. To him, his mother had died of mysterious causes when he was only little.
Standing still, Shuuji tried to arrange his thoughts. His wife, Kimesaji had died when Tyson was only 3 years old. It had caused a lot of heartache for the boy and for himself. He never spoke of her ever since that day.
"Kimesaji was killed one day. That's all that you should really know Ty. Ask me again another time, probably when I am so drunk that I don't care," he wanted his son to know as little as possible to spare him the details.
His wife had been near a breakthrough medical discovery when she was shot down walking home one day. The killer or killers were never found. Only deep scratch marks were left at the place where the shooter had been. These marks were now in the village barn as the same murderers had come back, most likely to finish the job.
"Dad, please tell me. I remember her just before she died; I was holding the dog from running out the door when I saw her fall to the ground. I know you know more then you are letting on. Mum meant the world to both of us," his words were quiet but they spoke what they needed to.
An untimely death for the one person that the town had grown to love. Kimesaji was the only thing that had mattered to Shuuji for many years, now it was Tyson who he had committed his life to. Getting him through medical school so that he could continue what his mother had started so many years before him.
Clipping her long nails, Mariah looked at her partner in crime. She was now more placid and she was searching for something in the pile of their belongings. Swinging down easily, she walked up behind the false red head and grabbed her shoulders.
Spinning round quickly and pinning the neko-jin to the soft grass, she realised who it was "Why are you always so intent on checking my reflexes? I should be checking yours."
"You know that I can hear you coming before you can even touch me Hill. That is why I test yours more than you test mine," a smirk started to cross her face. Hillary was leaning on the neko's wrists and straddling her waist.
"This is a position that I am definitely not used to! Perhaps I should reverse it?"
"Not if I can help it tiger," Hillary chided back. Making a sour face at being called tiger, she wrapped her legs around Hill's torso pulling her off. Now Mariah was sitting on Hillary holding onto her wrists tightly.
"Tiger…only Tyson ever called me and the rest of the team cat species. So why did you do it to me?"
"To see the reaction. You seemed rather strained when Ty called you it so I wanted to know the result," she smiled cheekily at the pink haired girl on her waist. Bending lower over Hillary, Mariah kissed Hillary on the nose.
"You know how much I hate it, don't do it again," she knew that it was only a little bit of fun that they had when the tension in the air was so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Relaxing her grip on her wrists, she got up.
"So what do you want for breakfast? I feel like hunting this morning, deer, boar or would you like some rabbit? All can be found in this little forest right here," Mariah had just leapt back into her tree and was pulling her knife out of the hole in the trunk.
"I feel like rabbit, but I want to come join the hunt this morning. I want to feel the wind rush through my hair and the adrenaline pumping through my veins," she was getting fainter as her mind drifted off into the distance as she pictured the hunt in her mind.
Leaping into Mariah's tree, Hillary wiggled down toward the neko-jin. Pressing her against the trunk she spoke, "I want to feel the soft grass and bare branches with one person only."
"Oh is that right Vixen? May I ask who that is?"
"That one person is not any man. They make to much noise and don't know how to wield a knife like this person. Holding a butter knife, they can tear any man's throat out and also my heart. You know this one person."
"Come my little vixen, we shall hunt till we cannot stand with all the meat that we shall hunt." Tying the knife to her bikini bottoms, she pulled off her shirt so that she could feel the wind rush past her. Hillary had already left her pants and shirt in her hollow and crouched in only her bathers with her hunting knife attached to her bottoms. They were ready for the hunt.