I totally forgot about this fan fiction. *facepalm* So yeah. I tried my best with this chapter!
Disclaimer: I don't own Vocaloid. Daaarn.
The moon was a bright silver orb, hanging on the raven sky. Curtains of silver moonlight spilled onto windowsills, illuminating peaceful, sleeping faces. Star clusters glittered in the night sky like shining jewellery on black velvet. All was silent, safe for the chirping of the crickets and the quiet footfalls tapping along the tiled roofs.
IA searched for the mansion, fingers wrapped deftly around her fan, ears listening for any signs of life, or anything out of the ordinary. She reached the looming building and jumped lightly from the roof, landing softly on the soles of her feet, barely making any sound.
The blonde girl quickly hid behind a pillar, avoiding the watchful eyes of the first pair of guards. She then worked her way around the guard posts carefully, and arrived in front of a dark door. IA carefully inched the door open, and edged in the dim room cautiously.
Smirking slightly (and applauding the target for his worthless guards), she snapped open her metal fan and aimed for exposed neck of the bed's sleeping occupant – only to find her hand being restrained by another hand. IA quickly whipped her head back and jumped back, away from the bed (her long hair almost slapped the person's face in the process).
He was a black-haired male, with honey-yellow eyes, and pale skin; skin almost the same shade as hers. He stood up from the now frumpy bed (so he was the one covering up for her target, IA mentally noted with distaste) and strode forward with large steps; he was skinny, but fit, IA observed with the slight hint of panic lingering somewhere at the back of her mind.
This observation of hers was a habit, no, more like an instant reaction, when she saw someone. It was done unconsciously, her brain gathering data without IA telling it to. That was also one of the many reasons why she was favored and fawned over all the others in the underground world.
She quietly edged backwards when he got in her range of attack. She didn't want to hurt anyone who wasn't related to her assassination target, but with this boy who appeared a bit younger than her...she couldn't tell whether he was working for the target, or that she just happened to make a mistake of which room.
IA immediately scratched out that thought. It was practically impossible that Teto's information gathering skills had gone awry; she knew and relied on the red drill-head for accurate and up-to-date information. Teto would never make a single mistake; the girl took much pride in her hundred-percent accurate info. So that meant that he was one of those worthless people working for that corrupted official.
Upon thinking of that, IA's guard shot up, and she took a fighting stance, her fan snapped open, held in front of her like a shield. She racked her brains as she tried to recall all the information she had read about her target. The boy in front of her didn't seem to be in the files. Or maybe she just didn't read carefully; it had been night then, after all, and she had been weary.
The boy let a deep chuckle; IA immediately stiffened, her brain back from informative mode to alert mode again, and narrowed her eyes. He laughed again at her wariness. "Hey, are you gonna kill me?" he mused. "Do you even bother to know the names of people you're going to kill?"
"No, that's useless." IA replied coldly, the iciness of her voice very much in contrast to the boy's warm tone. He held up his hands in front of him in mock hurt. "Aww, that's so sad! Why that cold tone?"
"Enough of this talk. Where is he?" IA was losing her patience with the boy. He treated this as if it was a game. A game of killing, a game of hide-and-seek. And the blonde neither had no time for his games, nor the patience.
"Hmm? Oh, you mean the dude who lives here? I killed him." The boy dismissed the official lightly with a mere wave of his hand, slender fingers forming a loose fist. A light wave of shock jolted through her at the news of this sudden...interference of her mission, IA had to admit that.
"Well then...I suppose you know the consequences?" she asked, her face still blank as a sheet of paper, not betraying any of her emotions. The boy laughed again. He had a rich voice, the girl noticed, and he seemed to laugh a lot. Another piece of information safely slotted away in the recesses of her brain.
"Why, my. I didn't guess that you would realize so quickly that I had been waiting for you, hmm?" His honey eyes twinkled; with what, IA didn't know. She frowned deeply, faint lines creasing her smooth forehead. "Cut the nonsense and tell me what you want with me, boy," she spoke sharply, quickly. Her fan was still snapped open, the metal edges gleaming menacingly in the lustrous moonlight, and she held it up threateningly.
"Hey, first, I'm not 'boy'. I have a name, y'know?" he rebutted innocently, pouting slightly. Seeing no reply from her except for a slight shifting of eyes, he continued. "The name's Rei. Rei Kagane."
IA frowned again. She'd never heard of that name before – she was certain that she had memorized every single person in the country, from Teto's files. And she was certain that this Rei Kagane was a citizen (from his name). So why wasn't there anything records about him?
She took note of this.
"Hmm, and about how I killed him-" IA took careful note of this piece of information. "Can't tell ya. Sorry!" IA swore under her breath. The night was quiet, and Rei heard her. He merely laughed again as a response.
IA didn't know what this feeling was – a scratchy, uncomfortable feeling that gnawed at her insides; she wanted to kill this boy and get it over and done with – annoyance. The blonde laughed in her mind. Annoyance? She hadn't felt the feeling this strong for years – the last time she had felt that foreign feeling, it was when she was very, very slow in training her skills.
The blonde frowned, debating whether to take this boy back to base for closer inspection – like an object – when he suddenly moved towards her. Out of reflex, she dodged, reached to the back of his neck, and then hit a pressure point. He flopped like jelly into her waiting arms.
IA sighed. Looks like she had another problem in her hands.
Rei groaned, stretching his arms – only to find them bound to his sides with metal chains. He let out a short bark of laughter. So they thought that these mere chains would keep him pinned? A sly smile played on his lips, as he leaned back against the cold wall of the room he was in. No matter, I'll let them play a little while.
He took in his surroundings. He was in a glass room (seriously?), and there was a tray of food, which included a glass of water and a...weird thing that was made of two pieces of something brown and... meat? Rei chuckled lightly; so they thought he could eat without his arms? He wasn't some awesome person who could eat without his hands. Besides, he didn't trust them enough to eat something that was offered to him. Outside the glass room, there was just a blank wall. His room was probably part of a corridor, Rei guessed.
One side of the wall had a TV and the opposite wall had a big fluffy couch. Well, at least they know how to treat people properly. Rei sighed in desperation when he realized he couldn't very well just break out of these chains and just flop down on the sofa and start watching TV without a care in the world. Speaking of TV...how many episodes of his anime did he miss?
The fourth wall had another glass door (do they love glass that much?). However, he couldn't see through the glass. Well, darn. Looks like they have something they're not going to show me. Rei sighed again, curiosity buzzing and urging him to check out what was behind that door. He ignored that nudge. He knew what he should and shouldn't look, and his gut feeling told him that it was the latter.
Rei closed his eyes, tired, when suddenly a flash of blonde, silver and light pink invaded his mind without permission. Almost immediately, his eyes snapped open, his mind musing over something again – this time the strange girl he met at the mansion.
He was telling the truth then, about him killing the dude. He could see her screwing her eyebrows together in an attempt to figure the reliability of it, and that thought made him almost want to laugh out loud.
She was pretty, he noticed at first glance; the way she leapt from the bed (and him) was graceful, like a lone bird in flight. Her hair was an interesting color...it was blonde and pink and silver, all at the same time. She seemed to be older than him, by two years at most, but he was half a head taller than her – after all, he was already fifteen! Her skin was pale, easily as pale as his, and seemed smooth, though he was sure that she had suffered a lot through her training.
How he wished to just bury his face in her silken blonde (let's just leave it at blonde than, he decided) hair, and simply trace his finger over her smooth skin! Those big baby-blue eyes framed with long eyelashes; soft, kissable lips – Rei snapped himself out of his thoughts, his face reddened. Stop. Thinking. About. It. Right. Now. Damn. It.
His attention swerved back to the door at the end of the room – where he saw the blank wall – when it clicked open.
Hahaha, cliffhanger!
This fic's update won't be regular. This story's actually a bit of a challenge for me - gotta search up all the stuff about the 'underground world'. Haha.
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