HUMANITY'S HISTORY
Running, hiding, escaping…
Hunting, finding, killing…
A game of cat and mouse…
The reality of predator and prey…
Life's never ending cycle…
Death's never ending darkness…
Our never-ending story…
WARNING: I suck at writing conversations since I hardly speak myself, besides, the important thing is that you understand the plot and see the complete gravity of my story. Just a warning for all the choppy sentences.
Chapter4
Life's Little Twists
That Night (A/N: too lazy to fill in stuff)
Everyone was gathered in a small room that consisted of a large square table and chairs. Nothing less and nothing more. No pictures hung from the walls, no splash of color to lift the gloomy and suppressing air that lung to your skin and clogged your lungs. The only sign of life that the group could see was the pale, nervous man in front of them.
'This is odd.' Kenshin thought perplexed. 'Since when has Katsura ever been this anxious. He's always so calm and in control...and yet it looks almost as if he's...afraid...'
The pale man sighed. "Aoshi, you're the best spy we have. Sanousake, you're the best hand-to-hand combat assassin there is, and Saitou; Kenshin, you two are some of the greatest assassins I've got. All combined you balance each other's weak spots out and make the perfect team; capable of destroying an entire army." Katsura still looked deathly pale. He took one more sigh before gazing at them with grave eyes.
"What's wrong?" Sano asked. "We already know all this; there's no need to tell us. So why are you so serious about this? It isn't like you to avoid telling us what our missions are."
"I'm telling you this because I need you to completely understand." Katsura said quietly.
"Understand what?" Saitou's eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Katsura paused before answering. "I need you to understand that...even with all of your abilities...and the fact you're the best there is...I fear that...there is someone even greater..."
The other occupants in the room were shocked. Someone, as in ONE PERSON, better than all four of them combined! That just simply couldn't be possible! If such a person did exist, they would have to be a demo-
Aoshi's eyes widened in realization. "Katsura, this person, wouldn't happen to be...Hitokiri Ice, would it?" his eyes were dead serious.
"Ah, always the quickest, aren't you Aoshi?" Katsura said, while quietly chuckling to himself despite the serious situation.
"What! What do ya mean Hitokiri Ice! Isn't he dead!" Sano exclaimed.
Katsura shook his head. "Truthfully it's only a hunch. Lately there have been numerous robberies and assassinations; mainly on people involved in our organization. I had some people look into it since I had already put Aoshi on a out of country mission. All we've been able to get is that our biggest enemy just got himself a new lap dog to do all his dirty work."
"How exactly does this bring you to the conclusion that it is Hitokiri Ice?" said Aoshi.
Katsura rubbed his forehead, hoping it would relax some of his nerves. "Because, all these missions were done quickly and silently. Whoever this is, had everything planned out to the last detail. There wasn't any indication that they were there besides the chunks of flesh and missing expensive items."
"What do you mean by 'chunks of flesh'?" questioned Kenshin.
"...the bodies were so cut up and beaten that in the end it looked like nothing that could have been considered a body. The torture, even if brief, is of a level that only few know, it also happens to be a much over used tactic of Hitokiri Ice."
"But that still doesn't clear the fact that Hitokiri Ice is supposed to be dead." Saitou stated.
"Key word is 'supposed'. What if it was only an act? Do you honestly believe that the most feared assassin would really run from villagers and end up dying by falling off a cliff? Hitokiri Ice has been known to be able to take a stab to the heart! Do you really think such a beast would die from merely falling off a cliff?"
"So in short, you want us to see if this new lap dog is as you've feared it to be." observed Aoshi.
"That's only half of it. If my assumptions are true I expect you to find a way to remove him, permanently." Katsura's eyes held theirs for a few brief moments before glancing away. It didn't matter though, they all got the message. They must do whatever it takes to make sure Hitokiri Ice doesn't make a comeback, even if it means there own lives...
Meanwhile, somewhere else in a small bed, getting ready to go to sleep, a blue eyed girl sneezes. 'Someone must be talking about me...' she thought.
So let the hunt begin...
Who shall fall first?
The hunters, the spy...or the demon?
Next Up
Chapter5
Violent Tendencies
It's a short one again. I'm only on chapter4 and I already feel like I'm dragging it on too long. The way this story is going though, it's going to be pretty long despite the chapters being so short. I've barely even began to brush the top of my ideas! Till the next one,
Guardian of Death