Signed Anonymous : Math Against Sword
A/N: Thanks for the reviews. But please, if you read this, REVIEW! It lets me know how I am doing lol. Okay, so yeah. Next installment of Signed Anonymous begins.
I
Hiei yanked open the door of a warehouse. The Hacker immediately sank to the floor, his head hitting the back of the hard wall.
"God dammit." Hiei locked the doors and began to check all the windows. His black jacket was silent even as it moved. Hiei leaned against the door, sighing. "Christ, that was too close."
Kurama hiccuped.
"I think my five o'clock shadow is running..."
Hiei let out a grunt that could have been a laugh. The sun was just beginning to set, but there was never a curfew for the American government. The Mercenary had no idea where they were, but to him, that was a good thing at the moment. His red eyes closed.
"We're fine for now. I think... we might have to get out of Washington tomorrow."
The two friends were silent, and that was when the clicks of heels could be heard.
"Funny, I disagree." Kurama and Hiei jumped. The shadows suddenly seemed more sinister than ever. "Now... don't shoot," The speaker stepped out of the shadows. They were wearing a black suit and a fox mask. "I'm just here to help."
II
Botan hissed as she wrapped up her chest in tight bindings. Her hands tugged it tight as she tied the knots. She took a deep breath. Christ I can barely breathe... Next came the fencing clothing. Her hands picked up a suit.
"Italian. Nice one, Youko."
The Ferry Girl looked into the mirror inside her van. Once she put on the mask, she would be indistinguishable as a male or female. The true essence of being Anonymous. The Ferry Girl remembered the one girl who was in Anonymous... she hadn't worn a disguise, and was found because of her cup size and the beauty mark on her left breast.
As they say... shit happens.
It sucked to lose a great member like that...
The Ferry Girl opened the car door, slipping on the mask. She jogged over to the warehouse, smiling as she climbed onto the roof. The shadows welcomed her with open arms. And who was Botan to deny them?
III
Teacher were intimidated by the young scholar, to say the least. The main reason she simply soared past all grades was her math. Botan could decipher all sorts of codes, equations. Numbers lay like lovers for her.
But... for all her knowledge, it was not surprising that she was not exactly accepted. She intimidated the students as well.
One day, while walking down the halls, Botan got lost. Her pink eyes jumped with anxiety, being bumped into and knocked around. She saw a football player, and she tugged on his jersey.
"Excuse me, mister?" The boy turned, his friends lips curling into sneers. "Um... do you know where Mr. Boyle's classroom is?"
He smiled charmingly.
"See that hallway, down the way?" Botan looked and nodded, smiling. "Just go down there, and it's the last door on the left."
Her happiness shimmered as she hurried down the corridor, not hearing their snickers. That was how she found herself standing in front of a storage closet. She put her books down and took deep breaths, fighting down the urge to cry.
She was about to give up all hope entirely when she heard a soft voice.
"Excuse me?" She turned, wiping her eyes. "Is anyone there?"
Botan nodded.
"It's... It's Botan Enma." She squinted until she realized that the boy who was talking to her was blind. She flushed, embarrassed. "I'm lost."
The boy tilted his head to the side, his long dark hair falling in front of his face.
"Where do you have to go?"
The little girl walked up to him, and he followed her with his ears.
"To Mr. Boyle's class."
He smiled.
"Funny, me too." He offered his hand. Botan gazed at it, taking it. "I'll take you there."
IV
Hiei unsheathed his katana.
"So, you're back." His eyes were cold as they tried to pierce through the porcelain mask. "I thought I got you in the alley."
The fox bowed, their movement graceful and precise.
"Lucky for you, I'm not that easy to kill." The fox stepped forward. Hiei moved his katana, warning them to keep their distance. "I see that you still are a bit wary, which is just peculiar seeing as you were the one who shot me."
Kurama blinked.
"You are the Judge?"
The fox turned to the Hacker.
"I am."
Hiei stepped forward, sword still pointed at the Judge's chest.
"What do you want?"
The fox had turned to Hiei slowly. He imagined that the man behind the mask was glaring at him.
"Well, I wanted to induct Kurama into Anonymous, but you got in the way of that." The fox turned to the Hacker. "You're very lucky. Anonymous still wants you, and we need you in this time of crisis."
Kurama forgot about the eyeshadow running down his face and how he had seen his brother just a few hours ago.
"Time of crisis?"
"President Enma has been taken hostage, and Anonymous is being blamed for it and is currently being hunted down by the NSA." The fox rubbed its arms, as if chilled by the thought. "As you know, Anonymous rarely involves itself in political affairs, and never against the President."
Hiei narrowed his eyes.
"How can we trust you? I don't know who Anonymous is, like Kurama does. I need proof, and not something found on some stupid website!"
The fox placed its hands on its hips.
"Proof, Mr. Jaganshi?" Hiei's heart jumped. How does he know my name? "The proof that you want you will never find as long as you keep on convincing yourself that the entire world is against you." The fox shook its head. "The truth is, Anonymous wants to help you, so you can help us."
Hiei moved forward.
"And if I don't believe you?"
He flickered forward, but he was stopped, his sword deflected. Kurama let out a shout while Hiei glared in silence. The fox had... pulled what looked like small little swords from a black belt. They had handles, and might have been daggers.
His sword was currently held between the two.
"It's not wise to challenge me, sir." The fox pushed him away. "I implore you to reconsider you actions."
Hiei shook his head.
"I'm not the type to just trust anyone."
The fox slipped into an offensive stance.
"I'm not just anyone."
They both charged, a battle begun.
V
"So, how do you like our school so far, Botan?"
The blue haired girl sighed.
"It's okay." The blind young man edged her on. "I... I don't have any friends, to be honest."
They arrived at the door.
"Here we are." The boy knocked. "I'm Yomi."
Botan rolled the name over on her tongue.
"Yomi..."
Botan thought of this when she pulled out the small daggers. Anything to protect Anonymous. She could not believe that Hiei was such a brash man, but as she deflected his sword, she realize that he was incredibly logical.
Honestly, why trust someone who you have no idea who they are?
But, he was going to have to squash his logic when it came to trust. His relationship with Anonymous was about to become like that of a host and a parasite. One needing the other... in a horrible and crude way.
Botan gripped the small daggers tightly by their handles. Just remember what you say, Botan. Remember his style.
Hiei charged, his left foot already showing its dominance. The Ferry Girl grinned, already aware of what Hiei Jaganshi was about to do.
VI
Light flickered in the abyss of darkness. A man stood.
"How is the President?"
A voice answered.
"Good. He's crying, but all his stats are normal."
The man smiled, his teeth shining like a wolf's fangs in the moonlight.
"Okay. Let's move to England."
VII
Hiei dropped to the left, ready to cut off the mask.
He was met with the dagger. His red eyes froze when he realized that the fox had predicted his attack.
"How... that's impossible! I have my own style!"
The fox stared at him, the mask mocking him.
"Your style has nothing to do with it." A strange electronic chuckle came from the mask. "I've studied you when you spar. Your 'style' is easy to predict though simple math equations and probability."
Hiei's eyes widened.
"Math?"
"I'm a math genius. Everything you do, everything anyone does, is all part of their equation. Yours, no matter how unique you think it is, can be solved."
Hiei stuck again. It was blocked.
"Hn. You're not an experienced fighter."
He could tell by her movements that she had never fought before. How the fox jerked and was not covering all his weak points. But still... Hiei could not land scratch on the creature.
"This is true." The fox held up the weapons. "I have only used these three times, and just for intimidation." The fox spun on knife around its finger. "But... even if I am inexperienced, math comes out on top."
Hiei dislocated his arms.
"Math does not overcome instinct."
His arms swung out wildly, surprising the fox. His sword cut the fox's right arm. The fox flinched and hissed, shaking its arm.
"Ow! What the–"
Hiei smirked.
"I can dislocate my limbs. It gives them better reach and more flexibility."
The fox stepped back.
"Dislocation of the limbs." Hiei's hands gripped his katana. "It must be very painful... that is why you never train like that." The fox brandished the daggers with confidence, but Hiei could tell that it was more wary this time. "It's your backup plan... your hidden talent..." The fox began to back step, circling the Mercenary. "Very impressive."
Hiei jumped into the air, bringing his arms above his head at a sickening angle. The fox froze. Hiei brought the katana down. At the last possible second, the two small daggers flew up, protecting the fox.
Hiei grunted and flew back. He disappeared into the shadows. The fox flinched. Its hand moved up to the side of the mask, to click a button. Before it could do so, Hiei sliced down the back of the fox.
Kurama watched, speechless as the Judge fell.
"Hiei! Stop it! What are you doing?"
The Mercenary took a deep, slightly shuddering breath. Damn... I got to slow down... I haven't had a challenge in a while...
That was when Hiei got the wind knocked out him.
VIII
Yusuke sighed. He sat in NSA, trying to clear his thoughts. But, with all the people running around, trying to desperately find members from Anonymous. The Head of the CIA groaned.
"Where's a ransom note? Something... anything?"
The giant computer screen flickered. Mukuro, Kuwabara, and Yusuke all sat up in their chairs.
"Good evening, people of the CIA and NSA." It was the tuxedo, arms crossed behind its back with no head. The first Anonymous icon. "It has come to our unfortunate attention that a misunderstanding between us has occurred. It seems that you think that it is us that have trapped the President in his own oval office."
Mukuro bristled like a cat.
"How did they know about the President?"
"Anonymous is above political affairs, and we are willing to help you help the President of the United States."
The screen flashed into a white dot.
"We'll await your response. Choose your answer wisely... we are waiting..."
IX
"So, you're a math nut, right?"
The tall and handsome Youko gazed down at Botan, who was trying hard not to turn red.
"Y-yeah. It's my thing."
Youko smiled and then turned to his laptop.
"I have a mathematical puzzle for you to solve. It's very hard, and even some of the smartest men could not solve it. I can not, so I'd like to see if you can."
Botan took a look a the screen, and then sat down in Youko's chair. Youko, Student Council President, turned to Yomi, whispering.
"She's never going to be able to solve it. I don't care how smart you think she is."
Yomi shrugged.
"Hey, you never know."
"Bingo."
Youko turned.
"What did you say?"
Botan turned in the chair. Her blue hair had been tied back in a braid, her pink eyes staring down Youko.
"I'm done. Are you sure you're talking about the right puzzle? This one is really easy."
The President picked up the computer. The screen blinked, a red caption reading COMPLETE flashing on the screen.
"I'll be damned... she broke a sample firewall to Knox..."
Botan hissed. Her arm stung, but it was nothing compared to what her back felt like. She growled in anger. What a... dirty... plain... She was simply shuddering with rage that some mercenary overcame simple math.
Kurama was saying something, but the blood pounding in Botan's ears crashed over his voice. How dare he turn his back on me!
The Ferry Girl reached around her back and brought out a rope. She whipped it around, numbers flickering before her eyes.
The rope flew out and wrapped around Hiei's waist. With one mighty tug, the Mercenary was brought down to the ground with a sickening thump. The Ferry Girl coughed and staggered over to Hiei Jaganshi.
"Never turn your back on your enemy, baka."
Hiei wheezed on the ground. Botan took the rope and promptly tied his arms behind his back. She pulled him so he was sitting and dragged him over to pole, letting him lean against it. When she stepped back and looked at him, she realized that there was tears in his eyes. From the lack of oxygen, no doubt.
"I'm done screwing around, Hiei Jaganshi. Frankly, I don't give a damn if you listen to me or not, but I know that your friend Kurama will." The Ferry Girl let out a deep breath, calming herself. "Kurama, your talents are special, and Anonymous is going to work to find the true identities of those responsible for this. Are you in?"
Kurama nodded, a bit weakly.
"I am." He sighed with relief. "What do you want me to do?"
Botan smiled behind the mask.
"Anonymous has a safe house in Washington D. C. I'd like to take the two of you there. Inside you will find all the materials you need to start your work."
Hiei growled, the sound deep and guttural.
"Untie me. Now."
Botan looked at Hiei through the mask. His cheeks were flushed with anger, his hair tossed about.
"I don't think so. You've earned a time out."
The Ferry Girl picked up his katana, savoring his hiss as she ran her gloved fingers over the blade.
She tugged on the rope, making Hiei stand. She pulled it, as if she were walking a dog. Kurama only stared and followed as the Ferry Girl opened the door to the warehouse, into the dark streets of Washington D.C.
"Follow me, Kurama, and all your questions will be answered."
Kurama stood in the doorway of the damp and cold warehouse. He stared out after the fox who was currently leading Hiei through the streets. He shook himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
He jogged to catch up with the Judge.
X
A/N: That's about it. Thanks for reading. Please review! Did you like it? I want to know!
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