With Janus, his sorta girlfriend, Rinslet, comes to mind. I don't know how she ties into the whole work of stuff. I want to have all, or at least most, of the characters in this story to make it more intricate. Hell, I even mentioned Preta in this (some people are probably still going "who?"), so Rinslet is fair game.
The Two Opposing Faces of Lady Luck
"Ne, Sheldon?"
"Yes, Miss Kyoko?"
"Do my lips look kissable?" Kyoko asked, pouting her glossy lips.
"We are about to disrupt a peace conference between two powerful countries that probably have a lot of body guards. Please do concentrate," came the distracted answer.
"But breaking up the conference is like a party, ne?" asked Kyoko excitedly. She licked her lips. "Anyways, I wouldn't want my lips to get dry with all the 'activities' I'll be doing today."
"Creed you demon!" shouted Janus, and he swung one hand at Creed wildly, his wires acting as 10 meter claw extensions. With this wild attack, he was aiming for Creed to underestimate his ability as well as dodge predictable to the left, where he was ready with a wire trap that snapped tight as soon as the victim sets foot in it, and therefore loosing that said foot. So he was surprised when Creed stood stalk still, grinning.
A sudden tug in his gloves stopped Janus mid-swing. Train had stepped in front of Creed unflinchingly caught all 5 wires with one hand. While one side of Janus admired the pure guts and skill it took to pinch the wires between each finger just at the right angle so that the wires did not escape or cut apart the said finger, the rest of him was furious.
"That's CREED you're protecting. Are you out of your mind?"
Creed couldn't help but chuckle at how close that statement was. Train just coldly stated, "Protecting Creed-sama is every Hoshi member's responsibility."
Janus's eyes bugged out. What! I heard no news from Sephiria about this! Train—no he couldn't have switched sides! But this killing aura…it's definitely his.
"So, you're under some puppet Tao technique? Don't worry, Train. I'll help you out, and then laugh at you when Rinslet finds out about this," he stated jokingly, though inwardly, he was worried.
Something was off here.
Train scowled at the annoying man. He seemed familiar, but then again, he was a Time Guardian. He had never met number VII before, but perhaps they had passed in a hallway somewhere. Still, he was acting way too familiar to Train's liking.
Perhaps a lesson in manners…
"You know, you're really pissing me off," said the Black Cat, his eyes starting to flicker with an inner fire, "and you REALLY don't want to piss me off…" He finally let loose his control over the building pressure of his bloodlust. It burst like a balloon and sped out to cover the entire clearing in a thunderous cloud of murderous aura.
"…unless, you want to DIE!"
With that, he disappeared from sight.
Janus spread out his senses in search of former number XIII, but all he could feel was the pulsating aura all around the clearing. He was beginning to sweat under the intense pressure (and that was saying something, considering his line of work), but he could see the blond man was just basking in it, smiling. The woman looked worse for wear, but looked quite used to it. They were freakin' enjoying the show!
He decided staying on the ground was a disadvantage, so he decided to leap on top of the cave opening. He sent out one wire from his glove to loop around a tree growing over the cave cliff top, and reeled himself up. Before he even began to ascend, the line went slack right at his fingertip. It was the only warning he got before he felt a swift kick in his gut, sending him crash-landing in a trench of dirt.
He staggered up, wiping some blood off his lips. So this was the lengendary assassin, Black Cat. Quiet and stealthy, attacking from darkness as an invisible enemy, striking, killing, and then disappearing. And he still hadn't used his gun yet.
He's playing!
Janus smiled maliciously. He'd catch the Black Cat in his web. But first…
He closed his eyes (what use were eyes when the enemy was practically invisible anyways?), and instead focused on the wires he'd strung all over the clearing earlier for detecting intruders. The third string above his head trembled slightly.
From above! He dodged to the right, just in time to miss drop kick, but could not rest as he sensed the wires behind him all tremble one by one, coming closer and closer toward him like a sonic wave. He leapt up, but felt the presence pursue. Well, this was his territory now, and he was the hunter.
He cut loose all the wires beneath his feet, and just like the one tug that loosened the whole cat's cradle, the cut snapped all the wires together.
Train Hearnet was bound completely in wire like a fly caught in a spider's web.
"Aren't you going to help you puppet, Creed?" Janus spat at him. Creed only smiled. "You see Heartnet? Whatever brainwashing they did with you, get it through your head and break their hold! He is just a heartless bastard and he's leaving high and dry. He's killed millions!"
"And I'm sure you've never hurt a being in your entire life!" came the spiteful reply.
The murderous aura in the clearing suddenly seemed to rush toward Train, as if being sucked in by a giant vacuum. It took the 'feeling' of everything with it: the 'green' sense of trees, the 'clear' sense of sky, the 'birth' sense of earth. It left in its wake only dullness. Train, on the other hand, started to glow brightly, reminiscent of the time in the lab. Electricity crackled ominously about him, and his eyes glowed bright white. Without lifting a finger, Train sent a bolt of electricity at Janus, scorching a deep smoking line across his cheek as he barely had time to dodge it. He didn't aim to kill anyways. He wanted the fight to draw on longer. He wanted to make this man suffer for criticizing Creed (only he should be allowed to do that).
He wanted to see his blood soak the ground and baptize the world in a glorious red.
Janus was injured less than a minute into the fight with Train. If, by some holy miracle, he actually got past the legendary Black Cat, the infamous Creed Diskence would be waiting. Not to mention the girl, an unknown, and dangerous in that fact itself.
He was in a tight spot, and all his luck could not get him out alive this time.
A voice echoed from behind him in the caves, bouncing off every surface, creating an eerie reverberation.
"Maybe you need help, number VII?"
Another voice joined it.
"Perhaps, we can join the fun?"
Creed was pulled out of his relaxed state of watching Train fight when he was reluctantly made to dodge what could only be described as a versatile wreaking ball came hurtling his way. Looking to where he had been a moment before, he observed the 3 foot deep trench leading to the foot of a splintered tree trunk. After Train, the Chronos just seem to look out for brute force.
"So, you must be Creed Diskence. What a lucky day it is for me!" said the dark haired man with the number VIII tattooed to the right side of his neck. He threw the orihalcon ball playfully in his right hand, before suddenly throwing it at Train. It sped up with the help of its rockets, and went hurtling at Train, who had landed just 2 meters away from his fight with Janus.
Train was sent flying backwards into the rock wall behind him, the force pushing his body half a foot into it, creating huge cracks sprawling away from Train's imbedded body.
"What the HELL are you doing Baldor! That's Train Heartnet!" shouted Janus frantically.
"I don't care what kinda trash he is. He's helping Creed, and I'll kill anyone having to do with him!" announced Baldor with a vicious smirk on his face.
"Krad!" pleaded Janus desperately, "control your partner before he kills Train! Surely you can tell he's just being controlled?"
Number IV just stood there, his helmet glinting dangerously.
"You must be newly initiated or something. Krad and Baldor were born to kill, they won't stop at something as trivial as you," interrupted Train's annoyed voice. The rock wall suddenly split in half, the crack splintering as it got wider. Train Heartnet emerged from the crack, dusting off his sleeves, not a scratch or bruise anywhere.
"These clothes are Creed's actually. I'd appreciate if you'd avoid getting them dirty."
Why oh why did Janus suddenly turn out with spider-like abilities? ARGH!
Umm….I'm not sure whether or not to kill off Janus. Train and he would get along splendidly if not for the brainwashy thing. But then, if he doesn't die, it wouldn't be all dramatic and symbolic and all that. Plus I'd have to think up a way of him being incapacitated, but not dead, and somehow this cold blooded Train does not notice. Where am I gonna dig sumthin plausible up? Leave suggestions in review please.