…Love…
"Are you even listening to me?"
His innocent eyes stare at me pleadingly. He's worried, as per usual. He knows what I do is in no way safe, for either of us. I give my usual smirk and lean in to kiss him. He pulls away. I guess he's upset with me.
"You're a puppet. Not just any puppet, his. It's degrading and…" He pauses, unsure of himself. It's touching sometimes… to see how much he cares. "I'm worried. What if he decides you know too much? What if... he decides you're next?"
"Don't worry Dai-chan. He wouldn't be where he is if it weren't for me. He can't kill me that easily"
"I wish I could believe you…"
…Crimson Blood…
Lurking in the shadows has never been hard for me. I was raised for this, trained since before I could even walk. Disposing of opposition is what I do. Until I met Daisuke, It was all I had.
Until I met Dai, I was drowning in pools of blood.
Blood that was never my own.
He changed all that for me.
…Poison…
I slowly walk to the target's location. A car is too conspicuous when you want to make an effective getaway, so I usually walk. The city is small enough to make it work.
Acting a bit paranoid, I pat the pocket inside my jacket that holds the neurotoxin. Things could get messy if I neglected to bring a discreet weapon. Guns are dandy and effective, but slightly noticeable.
Not to forget the blood.
…Eternity…
Daisuke isn't a fan of blood. He absolutely hates it when I come home covered in blood. He get's extremely worried about me, checks for cuts. He always makes sure it's not mine, and he tries so hard to forget why I'm covered in it.
So very hard.
I allow a small smile to grace my features. It isn't often that I have a genuine smile. Only for him. He, who I would die for. I live my life for him.
The crowd around me seems to stop. Looks like I've reached the club.
…Revenge…
Mr. Hiwatari has two targets for me tonight. Gareas Elidd- a rogue assassin who knows too much. He took a few jobs from Hiwatari. He's efficient, but a little brash.
Then there is the other target. Ernest Cuore, his innocent boyfriend who could be a threat. Intelligence wasn't completely sure of how much this man knew.
I guess this is Hiwatari's form of payment for the job Garu blew off for his "anniversary". It's sad really, but unless I want the same fate, I must comply.
I walk past the line, nodding once to the bouncer, and walking right past him. I could hear the complaints from the people waiting, but hey – there are some benefits to working for a huge underground "evil" corporation.
…To Sacrifice…
The club is packed, but it isn't hard to find target number one. His hair contrasts the norm, I mean, it isn't everyday you see natural green hair.
I assume the blonde beside him, looking completely out of place, is his boyfriend. He really looks unhappy. Poor guy seems to hate loud sounds, or maybe it's large crowds. Who really knows?
Target one, on the other hand, is having a field day.
I almost regret having to do this to them, but…
I make my way over to the large group surrounding the couple. This shouldn't be too difficult. Target one can really hold his liquor if the amount he consumed- in the 5 minutes I've been here- is any indication. Target two on the other hand, doesn't even have a glass.
I throw on a cheery smile and turn to the bartender.
"Two shots for the happy couple, on me" The bartender smiles, takes my money and does her thing.
…Mother…
Daisuke wouldn't have to deal with blood tonight. He wouldn't have to play mother-hen for me. Instead, we could probably have a little more fun. Time to push perverse thoughts aside, I have to work.
The "happy couple" just received their first gift.
…Ritual…
It's practical routine. I give a false smile and a small wave to the recipients of my drinks. I need to warm up to them first. I saunter over to the targets as seductively as I can. Within seconds, I've grabbed the group's attention.
Step one complete.
…Scarlet…
Commence step two.
The question is, is Garu drunk enough to realize who I am? That could make things a little more complicated.
He smiles at me cheerfully, raises his glass in thanks and shoots the shot into his mouth. Ernest smiles weakly, gives the red glass a confused look, but soon follows suit.
Looks like tonight will be easier that I originally thought.
…Prayers…
I wonder what Daisuke is doing right now. Probably sitting in front of the TV, wringing his hands and hoping that I return home okay.
Maybe he invited Satoshi over, to help calm his nerves. Of course Creepy Boy would be gone by the time I returned, Dai would know better than to risk that.
Creepy boy is the only real friend he has left. Dai felt that getting to close to anyone else would be dangerous.
He does so much for me. He has sacrificed so much.
I promised him that I'd slowly pull myself away from the assassin thing, but Hiwatari is giving me more jobs than usual as of late. Most of them concerning former assassins. Cleaning house I suspect.
…Heresy…
Turning my attention back to my targets, I feel a small twinge.
I think its called guilt, for what I'm about to do. I order two more shots for the now intoxicated pair. Target one is practically molesting target two, has him pinned against the bar, ravishing his neck. Poor guy, that's going to leave a mark.
… I wish that were Daisuke and I.
…Oh dear, I better get this finished quick. At this rate, I'm going to have to run home… in a very uncomfortable position.
While the two are obviously distracted, and the crowd is politely looking the other way, I slip close enough to apply a strong dosage of the toxin to the fresh drinks.
…Hell…
Usually I would stay to make sure the drinks were consumed, but I want to see Daisuke, and I want to see him now.
I all but run out of the club. When I hit the street, I quickly cross and mold in with the moving crowd. No need to draw attention to myself now, is there?
As soon as I hit the less crowded area of the city, I sprint to the apartment. I guess I really am impatient, but the completely unrelated thoughts of Dai tied down to the bed, performing his duties as adorable little uke is too tempting.
…Solitude…
I brush past a tall blonde as I run through the doors. I almost felt as if I knew him. I think I've seen him around the apartments recently. Must be a new resident, I should greet him sometime.
Sliding to a stop on the marble floors, I turn to the elevators. The whole Assassin gig has another benefit. I am filthy, FILTHY rich.
I practically jump from foot to foot as the elevator makes its way to the top floor. If I don't get there soon, or I don't stop thinking these dirty, sexy thoughts, I'm going to have a little bit of a huge problem.
To my relief, the elevator chimes, and I, as casually as possible, walk out and make my way to our suite.
But that's when it hits me.
…Clouded Sky…
My mouth hangs open. I can't…
I run to the door, but I can't seem to move fast enough. I don't even bother using a key, I kick to door down. It takes a few tries, but it buckles under the pressure.
"Daisuke!"
Everything is dark. The blinds are closed; the lights are off... this isn't good.
Blondie isn't a new resident.
Blondie is my rival.
Blondie is bad news.
…Madness…
I run through the apartment, ripping things to pieces. Where the hell is he?
After tearing apart the living room, I run to the bedroom.
The bed is made, everything is neat.
Everything looks normal, but that's not good enough.
I practically snarl as I run to the kitchen next. I don't notice anything missing. I run past the fridge, my momentum causing a small paper to fall off, floating serenely to the ground. I turn around to pick it up.
…Goddess…
Dark,
Gone to do some grocery shopping. We're running out of ramen.
I smile at his messy scrawl.
I should be back soon, depending on how much I find. You know how I get. If I find a sale, I may be back late.
Love you!
-Daisuke
I sigh. Thank god.
…but I wonder… What was Krad doing here?
Heaving another sigh, I stumble to the bathroom. I need a shower. I still have plans for my little uke.
…The World…
I open the bathroom door, stifling a yawn.
…unfortunately, it makes it harder to prevent a scream.
Blood is everywhere.
Smeared over the mirrors, a handprint on the white wall, a set of footprints followed by a bloody trail leading to the bathtub.
In shock, I slowly make my way to the curtain and pull it back.
"…Dai…"
Dai is bloody. Dai is cut up. Dai is still bleeding, but Dai…
Dai is dead.
A clean note is taped to the bathtub wall.
You've been getting sloppy. I think I've found a cure for that.
I'm numb. Dai was right, I was a puppet… and they found a way to kill me.
The news reported 3 deaths the next day. A young man collapsed in a bar after drinking two shots under pressure from his boyfriend, and a homicidal maniac who brutally slaughtered his own boyfriend and then killed himself. Completely unrelated according to officials.
Our story would be turned into a blockbuster movie about love, lust and betrayal. I would be portrayed as a jealous, overprotective boyfriend, and to appease the masses, you would be an innocent little girl who didn't know what love truly was, and therefore stayed with me.
All I know is, I couldn't live without you.
Even if I was just a little puppet.
I guess I should have listened.
Love
Crimson Blood
Poison
Eternity
Revenge
To Sacrifice
Mother
Ritual
Scarlet
Prayers
Heresy
Hell
Solitude
Clouded Sky
Madness
Goddess
The World
...Watchers…
…Adore…
…Us…
Disclaimer: DNA and Pilot Candidate belong to Yukiru Sugisaki. Sequence of words is stolen from Drakengard, property of Squeenix.
A/N: Well... I have no idea where this came from. Please excuse the mistakes. I edited it all (as far as I know) and then accidentally pressed backspace... which unfortunately resulted in my losing progress, intead of ONE FREAKING LETTER. I hope I caught them all again...
As for the targets? Both from Pilot Candidate, Or Megami Kouhosei - whichever you prefer. I didn't feel like killing off anyone else... and I was in a MK mood.
From the words - I took out tower. I had no idea what to do for that, given it's place. Other than that, I hope it made sense!
Anyways, I hope you like!
Read and Review.
Or Krad will kill you.
... I'm jokingly serious.