"Man that hurt."
That's all that came out when I finally regained consciousness. Before I even got to Yuki, I was thwacked with something hard on my head.
I felt the presence of people surrounding me, so I decided to volunteer on starting a conversation, "Now let me know why you, whoever you are, would strike me upside my noggin! It's not like I tried to kill-"
Damn, wrong use of words. As soon as pain shot through my stomach, I assumed someone rolled up a fist and shoved it into my guts.
"Not try to kill, eh?"
That voice actually sent chills up my spine, but please don't tell the Guild I said that.
"You think I hadn't known of the plot you formed with that scum, Nejihara, to kill the Priestess?"
Weird, that word got around pretty quick. As a matter of fact, it's sounds weird that anyone even knew about it. It only meant one thing… we- Another pain shot through me, leaving me limp.
"You look at me when I talk to you, you bastard!"
That's it, I've had enough.
I lethargically adjusted myself from the chair and whispered menacingly, "Look, kind sir. That kind of talking shouldn't be…"
"Shut up 'nd gimme yer name."
This time another person, a gal, spoke from across the room. Oh, and just to tell you, I was tied to the chair AND blindfolded; don't complain, it was irritating.
"Poring? How pathetic. Aren't you Assassins' supposed to abate on conversations?"
She was right. I was harangued at for being somewhat talkative than others, but that couldn't be helped.
"That's a bit stereotypical don't you think? We Assassins are humans too, you know."
Ouch. Yet again another burst of pain surged, up through my nerves. What did I say wrong this time?
I straightened up and irritatingly spoke, "Enough of the beating. Look, I'll straighten things out. Just let me speak to Yuki then she'll…"
There was a moment of silence. Albeit my eyes were covered, I felt the people there staring at me curiously... Fine, suspiciously too.
"How is it that yer know about Yuki?" The gal with the unique accent questioned.
"Well, think about it Lira. She was the victim for crying out loud! Don't you think the Assassin would know his victim's name!"
This hoarse-voiced guy was seriously starting to piss me off.
"It's not like that, you fool. Take this damn blindfold off me now. And bring Yuki to me this instant. I swear to Loki, if you keep babbling about nonsense- I'll have you taste your own blood."
That apparently brought silence to the room once more, immediately followed by a flow of curses from the guy I emphasized the threat to. But, the man abruptly stopped in mid-sentence as the door creaked open.
"That's enough, Rael. I'll take it from here."
It was that voice that made me tense up and enabled my heart to beat at an irregular pace, it was the voice of… Yuki.
