Don't mind me, just dropping in another little chapter *whistles unsuspiciously* Thank you for such lovely reviews last chapter, I'd be lost without you guys, honestly. Also, I know literally nothing about guns, so any and all info in here is courtesy of Google. Any errors, just tell me please? Anyway, on to the chapter! Don't kill me for the cliffhanger, yeah?
Chapter six – hopefully, the last
Hiashi Hyuuga and his two daughters live in the penthouse of one of the most extravagant buildings in the entire city. It's covered in floor-to-ceiling windows, and that suits my intentions perfectly. There's a building two-hundred metres away with the perfect vantage point: straight into Hinata's bedroom.
I spend the week researching her. I follow her around, hood pulled up over my head to hide my hair because heaven forbid she should recognise me. I find out that she has three close friends – those three girls I'd seen her part from before she nearly became roadkill. The blonde is Ino, and she's as much a pig as her namesake would have, as far as I can tell. The brunette is Tenten, stupid name, but she has some brains about her. Her obsession with weapons makes me wonder if she's a bodyguard her father planted. The roseate is Sakura, the smartest of the group, considering that she's planning on becoming a doctor.
I was mildly shocked to find out that Sakura is dating Sasuke, Itachi's younger brother, second in line to the Uchiha Empire. I wonder if his father knows about that, but I shake my head. Of course he knows. I doubt very much, however, that he knows Sakura is close friends with Hinata. Uchiha Fugaku is not the sort of man to let an opportunity such as that slide from beneath his fingertips.
I also find out that she's an incredible flute player. I knew that she played the instrument due to her incessant yabbering at the café, but I didn't know she was actually that good at it. It was a pleasant surprise, to say the least.
I find out that she prefers cats to dogs, that she has a giant bookcase overflowing with books she's read, and fancies Sasuke Uchiha's best friend, Naruto. Though I believe that that last is common knowledge, considering that everyone in the entire university knows except, as fate would have it, for Naruto.
She spends most of her time studying at the university library (who knew that music had so much theory?), prefers texting to calling, can't tell her left from her right, and has a deep love for her sister and father, although she has no clue about the more shady aspects of her father's business.
It's interesting gaining insight into the world of a girl I'm supposed to kill. And I don't quite know why I'm taking so much time to know her when I generally don't bother with so much research. I blame it on this new life clock I can see shimmering above her head, the numbers still ticking down the seconds until my bullet lodges itself in her brain. I find myself thinking what her final thought will be. Whether she'll notice the bullet sliding into her temple, or if it'll kill her so quickly she won't realise.
I hope she doesn't notice. I don't think that this girl is evil enough to warrant such pain before her end.
I decide to kill her on a Friday night. It's warm, and at 7:30 the moon has retreated behind the horizon so no one can see me from my vantage point. Hinata's windows are lit up like fireworks, and I can see every square inch of her apartment from where I'm perched.
The Uchiha's have given me a CheyTac Intervention .408 to get the job done. Not the kind of gun I'm used to, but with better precision and far more power.
They really don't want me to miss.
There's a silencer on the end, magazine in place, and I'm watching Hinata through the scope. She's just finished her shower and is walking towards her bedroom. That's where I'll get her. No witnesses that way. They might not even find her for a few hours, and the longer that takes, the better chance I'll have of getting away.
All five bullets in the magazine are wiped down. No chance of prints, and after this job the gun will be burned. No way to trace it back to me or anyone. I'm dressed head to toe in tight fitting clothes. Not allowed food or drink up here, and my hair is pulled right back into a cap, so no clues can be left. No one can be allowed to trace me. But I know how to do this. I've done it a thousand times before, and hopefully never again.
She's picked up her flute and has started practising. I can read the name of the piece through the scope. Le Merle Noir. I've heard her practise that one before. It's an odd sounding, complex piece, and she struggles with the jumps between high and low notes, but ultimately it makes for an interesting listen.
I can see her getting frustrated, a crease puckers between her brows, and I wonder what part she's up to. Possibly the part where she has to play really fast, because I've seen her get irked at that part in the past. But it could be a different part, as the song has a lot of places where anyone less experienced would give up.
She puts the flute down and goes back to the bathroom, presumably to dry her hair, considering that there's a towel wrapped around her head. It takes her a long time to come back out, and when she does her hair is dry and hanging down in a sleek raven waterfall to her waist, so my assumption is proven correct.
She passes her flute and music this time, and heads towards her computer. Waiting is tedious. I need to wait for her to say that she's going to bed. Then no one will be suspicious if there's no movement. Wait for the exact moment that she turns her light out, and then shoot immediately afterwards, before she has time to move away.
She spends the next three hours on her computer, typing, listening to music, watching videos, and I'm bored shitless. But eventually she closes the lid of her computer, gets up, yawns, stretches, and heads for her door. She says something through the crack between door and door frame (I make an educated guess that she says "good night") and then she closes the door, finger on the light switch. I prepare myself, finger on the trigger, gun held securely against my body, and take a deep breath, in, then out.
She yawns again, one last, final time, then flicks the switch.
I squeeze the trigger, and shoot.
So… yeah, there's that.
Le Merle Noir is a beautiful song composed by Olivier Messiaen. I also might be currently learning it. It's pretty difficult, not gonna lie. Anyway, reviews? They're always lovely to receive, and honestly motivate the absolute Scheiße out of me. Please don't favourite without leaving one, I'd love to hear from you :)
All my love, Alia xoxo