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It's About Time

Chapter 5: An Assassin of His Flesh


And a rock feels no pain,

And an island never cries.

'I think I'm going to die…' Hilary sat on her chair, looking at the folded piece of lined paper. Tyson had given it to her earlier at lunch. 'I wonder what-' No longer bearing her long wait, she had to open it! Quickly, with her delicate fingers, she unfolded the note.

Hilary carefully scanned the note with Tyson's messy writing.

Hey Hils,

I'm taking Hillary to the dojo. You have to meet Kai at the bridge later; he said he had to talk to you. I don't know exactly what he has to talk about so don't ask me.

'Idiot,' she thought furiously as she read further into the note. 'I need to know more!'

Anyway, yep, see ya later,

Tyson

Hilary heaved a deep sigh. Kai wanted to talk with her privately…that's a first. Neatly folding the piece of paper, she anticipated to get out of school, soon. Quickly, away from the teacher's gaze, she threw the note in her backpack.

"Miss Tachibana!"

"Yes!" she shot up from her chair.

"Tell me what the poem is about," Ms Kenkaye smiled half-heartedly at her star student. This was the first time she saw her student not paying any attention. Usually it was the worst sign that Hilary was slowly losing interest in school.

"It's about Kai!" Hilary slapped her mouth, but it was already too late…the name had slipped out! Blushing she sat back down on her and waited for the howling laughter from her classmates. 'Come on…' Tyson was luckily not in to hear her statement.

"Yes, care to elaborate more on him, Hilary?"

Hilary could just die of embarrassment.


Kai looked at the rushing blue river mirroring his rigid figure. He stood at the bridge, frowning.

'When will she get here? Why is she taking so long?' Kai's eyes narrowed in boredom, chucking a fat, round rock on the river. The rock made a swift drop on the river…Kerplunk…the sound made as it sunk into the water. If problems in life were like the small rocks he held, life would be hell a lot easier. He chucked another rock in the river…too bad life wasn't like that.

The boys had told her about 'this guy' Hilary endlessly chattered about in the past months he wasn't present at the dojo. He would like to know who the guy was. Wearily, he glanced at his watch.

'Three minutes. It's really quiet here.'

The neighbourhood and the whole city ran on a special schedule. Around eight to three, all teens and children were in school, people at work and some women were at home at this time so the streets and basically the whole neighbourhood was quiet. Ray had told him that it was a perfect time for Kai to sleep, though he didn't quite feel like taking a nap. Naps were for losers as, bad boys would say and damn straight, Kai was one of the bad boys.

"I see that you like throwing rocks," Kai was surprised and turned at the boy who called on him. He was a tall, white haired young man with pale white skin that shone pink in the sun and bloodshot blue eyes. An albino dressed in a black overcoat and black pants from what Kai could see and his hands were dug in his deep pockets, with a smug grin plastered on his egg white face.

'It sounds funny coming from you…' "Yeah, and?" Kai retorted and threw another one, his back facing the albino.

He said, rich with Russian accent, "Aren't you going to throw yourself in there? Are you not a rock?" He laughed at his own joke, "I came to give an early, tiny warning, give Sakura to me and no one will get hurt," his voice was husky but his words were clear as day. Kai could imagine the man smirking vigorously.

"Sakura?" he whispered to himself. "I don't have her," he replied.

"Suit yourself," the albino muttered and turned his heels, loping away.

Sakura? Who is this girl? Whoever she was was none of his business. For all he cared, she could be dead. But why would this albino approach him and tell him this crap of information? The albino must know him…really well. Shivers went up to his spine and his eye twitched…hopefully, the albino wasn't what he was thinking he was. Suddenly he felt his left eye twitch uncontrollably.

"KAI!" Hilary called. Kai spun his heel, facing her. She was sprinting her way to the bridge, waving at him happily. "Hi!" She appeared so energetic…

Kai watched as she approached him and eventually stopped, panting a bit. Hilary held a small daisy in her hands. Then he noticed his eye hadn't ended its spasm and quickly slapped his left eye with his hand.

"Hilary," he mumbled.

She gave a shy nod as a greeting and beamed.

Kai took one last look behind him. 'He's gone.'

"Something wrong?" Hilary asked. 'Why did he slap himself like that?'

He glanced at her, "No."

"You wanted to meet me here?" her voice was filled with interest.

'Oh shit, she looks hopeful…' Kai touched the back of his head, "Yeah…I did. I was wondering…if-um…"

"Take all the time you need Kai," she sent him a comforting smile.

There were a few moments of silence. Kai sighed and walked over the bridge and Hilary followed suit. A cool breeze blew against their face, softly wafting Kai's silvery bangs and Hilary's chocolate ones.

'Kai, use your senses. It's really easy,' Ray's voice echoed. Kai scoffed in ridicule, Ray was an expert and seemingly, Kai was not. 'Damn it, then why the hell is it so hard?' Kai cringed. He wanted to stab his leg at the stupidity and the humiliation about to be brought out.

'Senses…what the heck had Ray meant? Is that a way to a…' Kai didn't dare to think the rest, 'girl's heart?'

Silence was slowly suffocating Hilary as she endlessly pulled onto her little flower. "He loves me…he loves me not…he loves me…" Kai heard her say quietly.

He glanced at Hilary who seemed preoccupied at the moment as she took the petals off the daisy. Kai watched as the tiny petals fell on the river.

"Have you heard about the festival?" Kai asked. Hilary realized it was the same question Klaire had asked. The last petal fell from her grasp, whispering sadly, "He loves me not."

'Yes,' Kai thought, smirking seeing Hilary frown.

Hilary threw the green strand of plant in the water, and replied with a smile, "Yup, I'm going to Sakura Festival."

"Are you going alone?" Kai's mouth suddenly had a mind of its own, as he asked. Why was he concerned about that?

'Why?' Hilary turned at Kai with sudden interest as she slowly said, "Yeah, I am. I don't think the others would want to come. They're too busy training. You know them, the new G-Revolution team with you this year and our thrid competition together!"

Surprised, his lips twitched into what as though seemed, into a smile. He was relieved that no other crack head have asked her and especially not the biggest git and world champ, Tyson.

"I'll take you, if you want," Kai said simply, without feeling but a smirk in his face.

Hilary smiled genuinely at him, blushing; "Really, promise?"

"Sure," he muttered. Hilary jumped up in joy but then stopped.

"Hehe," Hilary laughed nervously.

Kai rolled his eyes and strode to her happy self, and then carelessly held her hand. Hilary said nothing and a small smile graced her lips. Kai was asking her to the Festival!


The couple arrived at the dojo and met with Tyson and Klaire. The others winked at Kai who ignored them and went on his way. Klaire held the cordless phone on her hand and a piece of paper. She strode to Kai and handed him the phone.

"Tala phoned. He required you to call this number and dial these digits to play the message he left you," Klaire said blankly showing the piece of paper. He took it gratefully without a response and paced out in the backyard near the pond. Dialling carefully the numbers, he pondered why Tala hadn't bothered coping with the time zones and waited until he was back. Plus, the phone number looked unfamiliar.

'Damn lazy ass…'

The line began to ring. One ring…two rings…three rings. Finally the call connected. He was expecting Tala but he found himself listening to an answering machine.

"You have reached the Clandestine Organization, we are currently unavailable at the moment but please leave your name and number and your case then we'll get back to you as soon as possible. Thank you," a female voice suddenly came up.

"I must have the wrong number," Kai muttered to himself. He turned the phone and eyed the little screen with the phone number…it was the exact group of digits. He slowly pressed the three numbers, 474. He heard the machine whir, and then stop. 'Damn it, this had better not be one of Tala's ex-girlfriends trying to set me up!'

"Kai Hiwatari, this is an agent who wished to warn you. Please, don't say anything," a female voice said. Kai took the phone off his ears about to protest when he heard the name, "Sakura."

'Hey that's…'

"Sakura is a codename for Hilary given as their target and they are planning to attack both of you on the night of the Festival. I suggest you to hide somewhere on this night to keep them from locating you. Please, heed my warning if you want to live or Sakura and you die," he heard the machine hang up.

Kai pressed a button and held the phone. Could Sakura be Hilary? But he can't miss the festival, he promised Hilary to be there. And…who was that female emissary? Suddenly, the phone began to ring. Klaire came out and quickly swiped the phone from his hand before he could get a glimpse of the phone number. Kai stared at her bandaged hand, surprised.

"Hello?" Klaire answered.

"Go home Klaire, we have work to do," Klaire heard Mika's demanding voice.

Klaire moved herself away from Kai, as she spoke, "What is it?"

"We need to install a few things for tomorrow and the rest of the days after that," Mika replied.

Klaire cocked an eyebrow and grimly replied, "Oh I see." Klaire hung up and got into the dojo for her things and immediately left. Kai suddenly had a suspicion.


"Open your mouth wide and don't bite this," Mika ordered as she held a tiny black dot. Klaire obediently did as she was told and Mika soon placed the dot on one of her molars. It was one of those molar microphones that are attached completely to the molar, permanently. Inside, it felt like it was never there. But if she ever chewed on it, it would be easily shattered into bits.

"Today, we're eliminating one of their henchmen. We found him stalking at Hilary's house," she handed Klaire an earphone. Gratefully, she placed it on her ear and scowled. By 'eliminate' Mika had not truly meant to 'kill' right? Klaire had never killed anyone.

Fearful, she gulped, "I can't kill anyone! I'm just here to be live bait and taking my mother's place!"

"Sometimes we have to do these procedures, if means necessary." Mika smirked, "Isn't this necessary?"

"No! It's not!" she argued. "I'll never touch a gun!"

"But just in case," Mika's smirk grew wider, "it's right here." She patted the gun wrapped around the brunette's thigh and stood up, towering over Klaire. The gun would be always in safety lock so she wouldn't mistakenly shoot herself. It was illegal for her to hold a gun, but they were desperate. Almost too desperate.

But she was a Hiwatari…


Uneasy, she perched on the concrete walls surrounding Hilary's house near the trees where she could be seen. This is stupid, she thought as kept her balance. Nearly falling, she saw an albino lad come in. 'Ah damn!' she cursed mentally as she fell off the wall with a screech and landed on her back with a loud thud. 'SHIT!'

"What was that?" a brunette woman screeched as she opened the front door. "HILARY! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU?"

"Ahaha…" she laughed, twisting her neck to meet Hilary's mother's hazel eyes. 'I think I broke something.' The cynical woman ran to her daughter's side, crying out her name. Soon tears fell from her hazel eyes. "What were you thinking?"

"I don't know…" Klaire groaned, feeling her sore back. From the corner of her eye, she saw the albino flee. 'I have to get him!' Shooting up, she cried in pain as her back wrenched in hurt. Her back wasn't broken but badly bruised. She could imagine Mika yelling at her for at least an hour and all of the other maids shaking their heads. 'I am such a failure…' she thought sadly and rubbed her lower back. The older brunette woman's yells of anguish and anger mixed seemed to have disappeared while Klaire thought of a plan. He had escaped, which meant he was still out there, a larger threat now than before.

"Look mom, I have to go," she spoke, regaining some of her strength. Suddenly, she felt a huge shock on her back channelling through her whole body. Something had definitely happened.

'Warning Kai was only step one, step two is to kill…'

Before the brunette could protest, Klaire had trudged out of the Tachibana property and got some help.


He heard a small click of a button.

"Wretched child…" he mumbled, glaring at the Hiwatari heir. Through his crimson eyes, he saw the silhouette of his worst nightmare and a figure next to him. This time, it was his worst nightmare's son, glaring back at him with onyx eyes. Those onyx eyes were filled with absolute hate. The shadow held his victim by its hair while the victimized remained silent, not fearful of its outcome.

With the cock of the barrel, the trigger clicked, a blast echoed and the boy showed no emotion. The blood covered body fell onto the ground with a resonant thud. His gloved hand was soon covered in warm blood and his eyes stayed glued at the old man who watched nearby.

"Wrinkled old prune," the shadow replied with an aggravated frown. "I did want you wanted. Now let me go back."

"You are not ready," the old man insisted.

Hiwatari stared daggers at him as his hands were turned into balled fists, the gun landing on the marble floor. "Well, when am I coming back, old man?" He drew himself nearer the old geezer. "…what do you want me to do?"

"I've killed who you wanted me to kill, now tell me. How am I not ready for this?"

He calmly replied, "Because I said so. You are just not ready for it…"

"One more test! I need to go there! Just give me another chance!" From what the old man could see, this Hiwatari was persistent like the last and probably the Hiwatari heiress too. Definitely, he was going to take this opportunity for his share of the plan. Gou would end up doing his dirty work, not that it mattered...

"Well. There is one more task, are you up for it?"

"Hn," he replied hoarsely. "Name it."

"Kill your own mother," the old man's eyes suddenly became clouded with hate. So, Boris knew his puppetry, Gou knew his too. But his lips couldn't help but twitch into a frown. Gou was supposed to murder who? His own mother? No way. Cold sweat began to form on his back…was this hesitance he was feeling? He was supposed to feel no emotion, his hear t cold and empty, his mind fuelled with abhorrence and his body invincible. Gou wanted revenge on his sister. Slaughtering her would take a heartbeat and never feel remorse of it. She was always a useless member added to this family and the fact she had grown better than he, infuriated him.

"…It would be pointless if I do," he spoke calmly. "I would just meet her back there alive."

"So are the parents of this girl," Boris glanced down at the bloody mess of a blonde girl Gou had willingly executed.

"You asked me to kill the one I love," he retorted the lie, "and I did."

"Makoto's love. You killed the one he loved," Boris corrected Gou's lie. "I asked for specific orders. It's not that too much to ask! Damn it, are you serious of what you're doing?"

"Why do you think I kill these people if I wasn't serious?" Gou smirked.

Boris just glared at him with stinging fire. "You're a Hiwatari. The answer for that question would even confuse and surprise you. You kill the people you hate," he added with a sigh. The bluenette's grin grew by the second. Boris was correct, yet again.

He thought for a moment. Maybe Gou could still do some damage for old Boris back there.

"You can go but bring your mother's corpse here after you come back."

Gruffly, he replied, "Yeah. Whatever, as long as I'm going back."

"The minute you arrive there your mission begins. Black Dranzer will be yours and immediately you become part of him, the minute your parents are assassinated, understood?"

"Affirmative."

"Just bring the corpse of the younger version of your mother to seal the deal when you return back. Everything that is your family's will become ours and you will be part of the ultimate beyblading team, hoping to resurrect the NeoBorg Abbey."

Gou smiled, "Got it. Spare no one…" His eyes only saw black and white, pure hatred as he had long waited to see his sister once again. She could be dead. Not that it mattered, of course…

So long as he killed Klaire himself.

The last line was his vow.

And so was his last act.

Kneeling down next to the dead body, his smile grew fearful to Boris' eyes. "You know old man…I never liked you. Like you had said-" Gou made a swift snatch for the revolver that made the Boris gasp. "-I kill people that I don't like." The Hiwatari heir pointed the gun at the aged prune, and said in his husky voice, "I say, 'Spare no one…'"

The gun clicked, making Boris jump. Gou laughed impishly, no bullet there.

His worst nightmare's son, became his horrendous murderer. His onyx eyes slowly turned crimson blood, the dye slowly wearing out…creating a trail of thick black liquid down his cheek.

"…Congratulations, you made my list."

A blast echoed in the room, and another one followed. Two bullets wasted…

Secretly, he fished out a recording device from his pant pocket.

He pressed on the record button once again with a click. Stopping the whirr of the machine, Gou had recorded the whole thing, right down to murdering Boris. It should be enough to convince the guards at the lab that he got Boris' permission to enter the room. Also, so he wouldn't have to waste bullets on them too. Instead, they'd turn and run to the nearest hill.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Gou said one last time and turned to leave the darkened room. "Boris."


That's all for now! Gou is really evil. Wow…

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