Chapter 22 – My Fear I
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Damn. Damn. Damn. Damn. He cursed over and over in his mind. There was no way he could find out where the woman had gone now. No way. The words lingered ominously in his head. He felt his hands get clammy and his heartbeat increase a notch. Goosebumps started to erupt all over his skin as he walked in the dark hallways. Alone. He might add. He would die than to admit it to anyone that his greatest fear was the dark. As childish as it sounds, it is utterly true… He would gladly chop off the head of anyone who knew his deadly secret. Then torture the remains if they announced it to the whole world. The military had strengthened him… Or rather hardened him. He would not bat an eyelash if anyone were to raise a gun at him. But he would definitely curse the person who shut him in a dark room to oblivion. He was a prideful man, thus, no one knew of this little secret of his… The only person he had ever divulged this little 'monster' to, was her…… If you think through his life, it was very logical why he held a fear towards darkness. His parents died when he was little. They were always there to accompany him to dreamland when he was younger. But after their deaths, he was thrown into an orphanage whereby no one… Absolutely NO ONE… Accompanied him or soothed his frightened thoughts with simple words…
He turned.
No one.
He could practically feel… No… See his senses rise to full alert like the mercury in a thermometer left in boiling water.
He turned.
No one.
He was beginning to feel that he was cracking under the stress. The stress of not knowing who or what would jump out and kill you. He was too young to die… Too young and… Too full of regrets… Regrets like not getting rid of blondes in love or useless chairmen… And the deepest regret of all… Not telling her how much she meant to him…
He swerved and managed to avoid a knife.
He turned.
No one.
Goosebumps, once again covered his skin. No. He would NEVER let them unnerve him. Not now. Not ever. He whipped his hand behind at the person he heard approaching. A loud slap of skin on skin contact resounded in the room. He glared at his assaulter. No way… What the hell?
"Shiho?"
"How did you know my name? Did sister Kan tell you?" the brunette asked.
"I'm Yzak. Yzak Jule. Don't… Don't you remember?" Yzak asked confused.
"For your information, I have NEVER met you. So how the hell am I supposed to know you?" Shiho replied curtly. Yzak was stunned. Why? Why can't she remember me?
"I'm the boy. The boy --
"Stop playing mind games Jule! I'm here to end your life. So let me do my job and get this over with." Shiho shouted as she whipped out her knife. Yzak felt his feeling run turbulent … Shiho not remembering him… It was painful… No! No! She's my enemy. I have to kill her… That is after all the hard fact of battle. To kill or be killed. Since she doesn't remember me and is showing acts of hostility… Then she has to be eliminated. Yzak thought bitterly and angrily. True he cared for Shiho. But if she were to kill him, he could not just sit around and let her do it.
"Come get me." Yzak replied coldly, narrowing his eyes in his famous death glare.
"Gladly." The brunette fired as she disappeared.
Shiho could not have been more disgusted with cowards. Cowards like him deserve to die. Traitors like him deserved nothing less than a befitting death. Why a coward? A coward for trying to trick her into believing that he was her friend. Shiho gave a snort inwardly. Cowards die easily too. No challenge at all.
Thanks to her training, she was able to move at a speed whereby the naked eye was not able to capture her form. She swept her knives at the silver-haired enemy. Shiho cursed. She had missed by a mere fraction. Changing directions quickly, she swiped her knives upwards; effectively cutting the man. She smirked when she heard a soft hiss and a curse.
"Surrender or you'll die." Shiho taunted with a smirk playing around her lips. Then, she felt herself pushed backwards and a stinging pain at her cheek. He slapped me! She thought darkly. She dodged the punch he flung at her and swiped at his feet. She then felt herself being kicked in the abdomen. She felt the air rushing around her arms then she dropped on the ground. Rather painfully she might add. She rubbed her stomach and gave a small curse. She looked up at the man and saw something in his blue eyes. Truly mesmerizing blue eyes… What's that in them? Is that hate? No… It's… uncertainty? Shiho thought; puzzled at the emotion she saw. Uncertain about what? A punch? Or a kick? Why? Isn't she the enemy?
Foreseeing a kick, she flipped backwards and did an aerial jump. It was successful at grazing him slightly but it gave him the chance to grab her heel and swing her towards the wall. Shiho flinched inwardly when she felt something crack under the impact. She gingerly touched her ribs and gave a small squeak. She glared at the man and was suddenly pulled into his eyes again… They were soft yet holding the reminder that she had a cracked rib… Soft? What for? They were urging her to do something… But what? Kill him? No idiot would want that… Surrender? Her? Never! Then, Shiho had a sudden bright flash… A boy with the same cerulean eyes and silver hair was crying… No wonder she found him familiar… Then an overwhelming pain shot through her skull and into her eyes. Shiho squeezed her eyes shut. She had experienced this pain before. When she was told she had had amnesia, she disobeyed her mistress and tried to recall. But all she had in return was this unbearable pain. Was he one of her acquaintances in the past? She brought her hand up to cradle her throbbing head. The she felt a hand rubbing her temple gently. Shiho almost flinched at the pain she felt when she wrenched her eyes open too quickly. She brought her free hand up to slap him but one of his hands stopped her.
"I'm Yzak Jule. Don't you remember me Shiho Hahnenfuss? I'm the boy whom you met in the orphanage. Remember?" his deep baritone voice drifted into her ears. Yzak… Yzak Jule… Then pain erupted in her head again. Shiho groaned and clutched to her head. No! He is my enemy! My mission is to kill him! Shiho remembered. She grabbed the knife she stashed in her boots and threw it at the silver haired man. A sickening sound of metal cutting into flesh sounded in the air. Shiho felt a wave of nausea hit her and her feelings raged slightly when she heard him groan. Then nothing. Shiho stood up shakily, refusing to look at the man. She had had enough of taking human lives. Sure she was an assassin but some assassins have hearts.
She turned.
A bang.
And a thud.
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