Seeing the Sun

Chapter Eigh- Wait, Nine

A/N: Good job, SFH (Silver Fire Hawk person, don't want to type names right now unless they're Maria, Meg, Sei, Jo, Amy or Cy). You read her name. But can you guess who it is? (If you can, PM me, don't spoil it. XD Oh wait... I'll write Leo's name and D'jango's name as well. Brain fart. -projectile vomit face- (in case you didn't know, PVF is this= :D)

Jo waits, irritated, as Leo checks D'jango for damage one more time. He's been doing this for an hour. And she's been annoyed for about fifty nine minutes. As he's bent over the machine, she places a booted foot on his back, pushing him slightly.

"God damn, Leo. Move faster. I got a job in ten minutes." She pushes him further, to a point where the parts of the bike are jabbing his stomach.

"Take it easy, Jo. I just have to see if anythings wrong so it won't explode while you're riding it, or something."

"That's a bad thing?" she raises an eyebrow, putting more force on his back.

"Well, maybe it wouldn't take so long if you were more careful."

"Kiss my ass, old man. Careful doesn't get my job done. Force does. I could give you an example, if you like." She nudges him forward again, proving her point.

"Alright, I'm done!" he struggles, pushing against her with his back. "Now could you just let me get the fuck away from the bike before you kill me?" When she takes her foot away, he mutters, "Bitch."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Bullshit."

She drives away, leaving Leo with a red hand-print on the side of his face and a sore jaw.

Meg walks down the streets. Just where the hell is she? She has no idea. It's dark, though, and she's really nervous. This part of town isn't known for safety. No. Not at all, she thinks as she looks warily at the group of people in the distance. There's some sort of deal going on.

Intrigued by the situation, she sneaks closer, hiding all the while. She can hear some faint bits of the conversation.

"...new techno..."

"...done."

As soon as the last word is uttered, there's the sound of a gunshot. Meg looks above her, from where the shot came from. She sees a hooded figure with a red mask perched on the roof of a tall building, two smoking pistols in their hands. The face drawn on the mask is beautiful, but has a murderous expression with pure black eyes. It almost reminds her of...

Another gunshot rings out as a man falls, dead. Meg's blue eyes widen. He died. Someone was just killed. She has to get up. She has to move. She has to call the fucking police.

But she can't. She can't move.

The figure can, however, and it jumps from it's high platform with the grace that she decides only a woman can have. The gunslinger stands there in all their glory. On the back of her black jacket is the design of two angel wings, a white lotus etched onto the right shoulder. The ends of the wings seem to curve out onto the front. The other criminals (well, they seem like criminals) look at her in fear.

"Son of a bitch!" yells one of the dealers. "You're her!"

"That's right." Meg shrinks back in fear. The voice is modified, made to sound demonic yet hauntingly beautiful. "Welcome to hell."

All of them pull out machine guns, but the woman jumps up, spinning midair in any direction to avoid the fire. As all of them are reloading, she their guns out of their hands before they can blink. The weapons fall to the floor, and all of them look at her in shock. She walks up to the place where they made the deal, delivering a round-house kick to the one guy who dared get in her way.

One of them decides to try playing the hero, reaching carefully for his gun. Without looking, the mysterious attacker shoots him right between the eyes. He falls, limp and lifeless as they all look at her, amazed. She takes the contents from both suitcases, blood red gloves leaving no finger-prints as she stuffs them in her jacket.

"Now," she turns around, spinning the two silver pistols in her hands before putting them away. "Get ready to die."

They all charge at her (not bothering to pick up the guns. Those retards...), angry and ready to fight. She dodges two punches to the face and a kick to the stomach before she picks one of the bastards up, throwing him at all of the others as if he's a weapon. She then takes out two four-inch long butterfly knives.

They charge again, each one being cut in multiple places in their vain attempts at injuring the angel of death. As they pull back, bleeding and exhausted, she throws the knives at two of them. They hit one in the leg, and one in the arm. They seems almost confused that she didn't kill them.

She takes out a detonator.

Before they can get away from their comrades, she presses the button. They're blown up, instantly dying. All of them are dead. And all that's on on the killer are two bullet wounds, though they only appear to have grazed her. She turns, about to walk away when she speaks.

"Sorry you had to see that, Megumi."

Meg can't speak. She can't move. She can only think. How does the killer know her name? Who is this person? How did they do that? No ordinary person could have killed those people and only gotten hit twice. Or had all of those weapons.

Think, stupid! She hears Maria yelling at her. Who else could be able to do that that knows your name?

An image flashes in her mind. Short, silver hair. Red eyes. No, not Jo.

Uh... yes. Yes, it was Jo.

She ignores Maria this time, mainly because she doesn't even know if she's real or not. Instead she shakily walks in the direction of her house, avoiding stepping on any dead bodies... or ashes. Or blood. There's a lot of either one.

After walking for nearly an hour, she sees Jo's figure on the corner. Not caring about her (or Maria's) earlier suspicions, she runs up to the delinquent. But as she approaches, she slows. She stops just two feet away from Jo, eyes filled with disbelief.

Because Jo is wearing a black jacket. Jo has a guns at her side. Jo is treating her second bullet wound right now. Jo has a red mask at her side.

And Jo is pointing her second gun at her.

A/N: Oooh, cliffhanger. Now, since I'm rushing into this story faster than planned (though there's so much more to write), the next chapter will be Jo's Past part two. And it will probably up tomorrow/later today. I'm not sure which one is which, but I feel really fucking energized and... just... got... tired.