Authors note:

Thanks for the reviews glowie,Silver Ice Bullet, sohma and Jyuami ^_^ (I replied them already back in a note like I will do it from now on instead of replying before the chapter). Also thanks to everyone who fav and made alert to my story :3

Oh and big thanks goes to Irina67 and Jyuami for helping me out with my crappy English :P

One last thing before you start reading this goes to sohma^^

I am well aware that my English isn't the best and that for some people who have English as native language it must sound and even sometimes look horrible but *shrugs* I really try my best^^ (oh and thanks for the error I didn't see it in chap 1 I will correct it later with Aois last name^^)

And why I am rewriting what ended once? Simple ^^ I learned, and I think I am far better now with my writing as I was 2 years ago. I simply don't wanna leave the story as it is because just looking at it makes me wanna hide xD so yeah that it is :P

AND NOW TIME FOR THE CHAP 2!!!!!!!!

Chapter 2: turning wheels

The tiny hand of the silver watch ticked forward with each passing second. There was an atmosphere of utter chill in the room. Nothing indicated that were was a serious business going on. The matter of tonight's meeting had been discussed already. Short explanation and the map of the construction plan rested untouched on the desk near the window, right in front of the outsider named Reito.

The man sipped calmly from his coffee waiting for a specific call. It was half past ten; everything went smoothly so far, even his thief had shown up minutes before the actual time. Which was uncommon considering the thief being one of the most rebellious street kids in this region, and that she was known for not being there on time in most circumstances. He could only guess that someone had disturbed her peace and he had a good idea who it could have been. He knew only one person that was always able to find the kid no matter where she was.

Reito moved his free hand up, moving a wild strain of hair out of his view. Maybe he should cut them in the near future as they had grown quite a lot since the last trim, he thought. His gaze landed on the lone figure on the half shadow-covered wooden table in the middle of the room.

He mused how such an ignorant being could exist. Why had it never accrued to Cold Heart to go, to run from the deserted island which held nothing but grayness to life. For Reito she was a diamond, hidden under all the stones on Oran. Rough and unpolished, but still unique on this island. Formed by the rule of the broken requiem.

'The strong rule. The weak die.' A obsolesce and barbaric law, but it still seemed to work well.

While Reito was busy thinking, Cold Heart played with the silver dagger in her hand. The dagger had a ring holder on the handle which made it a lot easier to get it out of the halter on Cold Hearts thigh. She led the dagger flip once more in the air before catching it and putting it fast back in the halter. Her emotionless expression was betrayed by the constant fiddling with her dagger. A habit of hers to keep herself cool and detatched.

A chuckle from Reito caused her look up. Raising her brows in question, she glanced at him, thinking maybe he had finally lost it. Not that it would have surprised the blue haired girl, to tell the truth, she had always considered him crazy for being here for years. Her hand was securely placed over the dagger handle, her finger tracing over the solid surface of the ring.

Reito noticed that he had caught unwillingly the attention of his follower. "Ah it's nothing, I was just thinking." Cold Heart couldn't help but see the amusement in his eyes. He didn't explain his recent thoughts to her, nor did she care much about them anyway. The silence was broke by the ringing of Reito's cell phone. The signal. It was time.

Her emerald eyes watched as Reito listened to the other end of the call. She could guess the he had some guy checking out the area for them. Why else would they continue to sit around and waste precious time. His amused expression left his face, and the usual strict and business-like thin line of his mouth told Cold Heart everything she wanted to know. It was time for work.

Pushing aside the relaxed and easy going side of her companion, since he was quite serious when it came to work, she doubted if he would ever personally dirty his hands. Instead he seemed to prefer to work behind the scene. Experience had taught her this, since she started working for him. But who cares? The payment was always good, and money doesn't stink.

Fleet-footed she hoped down from the table, and dusted her pant off. From Reito's direction she could hear him saying "Good work. No that's all for tonight, bye."

The black haired man clapped the phone shut and got up. Soon he was followed on his way by Cold Heart who walked behind him as they got to his black car, which was parked just outside the building. Even as they walked together she kept her personal space of two steps behind without noticing, too absorbed by thinking about the building plan Reito had shown her, while her hands were busy getting the black gloves on.

Just before they reached their destination, Reito turned the lights of his car off, and drove into a side street that was barely lit, but still had a good view of the targeted house. Cold Heart gave a short glance at the watch on Reito's wrist. 11pm, not an hour for people who are wary of their life to be out. Unless you know the streets like her.

"Got the plan?" Reito asked. His hands firmly holding the wheel while his eyes never left the street. He wanted the job done smoothly and mostly without disturbings; a successful mission would grant a really high price after all.

The girl next to him got a white mask out of the glove conpartment in front of her. The mask was plain white without any distinguishing features. Just two holes for the eyes. It always reminded Cold Heart of the old ninja masks that she had seen in comics. Nao would always teased her about it, referring to it as kinky. Secretly she found it cool. Not that she would ever admit it.

The mask covered her face completely, except for her emerald eyes. She gave him a short nod before opening the door and slipping out. She could feel the cold breeze of winter under the sweater on her skin. Maybe she should have chosen a thicker one, but then again the girl knew with the upcoming adrenalin rush of the robbery, the one she had would be fine. No, the thin sweater was just right for this matter.

"I will see you in 2hours. Don't be late." The door of the car closed, and Reito drove away. She would get it, he was sure of it.

In the distance the sound of driving car faded. Cold Heart took a moment to prepare herself mentally. Perhaps another grown habit? Her mind was only focused on the current task, her vision so dark and blind while her eyes were closed. Her eternal follower welcomed her, surrounding her in an embrace of darkness, shadows which followed her wherever she was, wherever she would go.

In no time she made her way to the house. It was an easy task to climb up the metal fence. Her mind registered how the garden looked so different compared to the one where she spent the previous night. It was a minor detail which lead her to the conclusion that the house was not as empty and lifeless as it seemed from far away.

On her way around the house she checked carefully for any sign of light but none was seen. Reito had been short on the information about the inhabitants of the house, saying that the guys told him that they saw a car driving away with two people. Cold Heart considered that as a good sign for whoever lived there, as she wouldn't allow anyone to get in her way. She was determined to finish this little job of hers. Her movements stopped as she reached the window of the kitchen, it was just like the plan of the house.

The house seemed to be nothing special, more like keeping a ghost of the glory it once had, a result of it's old age. To Cold Heart's luck, she had enough experience with these kinds of houses and knew some tricks to geting in easy. It was not the first time that she got into such a house, the windows were outdated and if someone added enough pressure against the end where the locker was, it annulled itself and freed the way.

Carefully and without making much noise the blue haired girl slipped in, closing the window behind her. Her eyes scanned the room. The floor was completely white, all covered in tiles and everything was tidy. It was without a doubt the kitchen. Strangely Cold Heart could smell under her mask a sweet scent in the air, but her mind could not match it to anything she had encountered yet, taking to account that the street smell was anything else but sweet.

It was not the right time to stay, she didn't know when the people would come back, and for sure she didn't want to risk greeting them in their own house. As she moved, her eyes scanned the corners for any suspicious movement. Silently she sneaked out, entering a room which had only the door-less kitchen as light source, provided by the street lamps outside. She followed the plan exactly in her mind, passing the front door, followed by the stairs, until she reached the door.

Cold Heart made sure to avoid making sounds as much as possible by getting the door handle down and opening the door a slit to check if everything was clear. After a passing second of seconds, being sure that it was clear, Cold Heart sneaked inside. The low light of the previous areas made it easier for her eyes to adjust, and she was able almost to see, even in the darkness of the new room, which didn't have any window. Even so, it wasn't enough for her to search though. She wasn't comfortable in there, a creepy feeling was running down her spine. Out of her pocket she fetched her silver lighter, a small souvenir from somewhere. It was a small light but it would be enough for her to move on and look for what she came for.

As she held the lighter with her hand up above her head, she got a good view of her surroundings: the room was filled with shelves, which again were filled with hundreds of books. As she stepped deeper into the room she seemed to absorb her surrounding, astonished by the overwhelming feeling the view gave her. From the outside looks of the house, nobody could suspect that it was hiding such a room.

A collection of many tomes, fantasy, poetry, and god knows what other type of book, hid itself in the yellowish and dusty catchers. While she moved she couldn't help but look around, taking as much of the area as she could. A part in her mind reminded her to be careful and that it was not the time to get side tracked. The same part of paranoia that crept along with her every step.

Be careful. Don't stay too long. Don't rest. She couldn't explain when the sense of danger was born, but she decided to listen to it, and stopped her distracted gaze, turning it back in front of herself. The other end of the library hosted again a maze of books, the shelves covering the whole wall. As she turned to the left, the finger of her free hand slipped into the ring of the dagger and pulled it out of the shaft.

Cold Heart perked her ears as she slowly began to tap every book of the fourth line near the corner from above. Somewhere here it had to be, the hidden treasure. Only when the strange sound echoed through the tap of her dagger, did the girl stopped her movements. Her brows frowned, she had expected a shallow sound instead of a metallic one. She tapped again against the book which had on its back engraved with gold letters the title 'S-L-A-V-E'.

It was indeed a metallic sound. The second tap of her dagger proved that she hadn't heard wrong. Cold Heart put the dagger back into its shaft on her thigh, before touching the book. It wasn't really a unique hiding place for a treasure, more of a common one. Maybe it was unique in the fact that it was hidden in a library full of shelves and books? Either way, Cold Heart guessed, while pushing the book inside, that if Reito wouldn't have been so well informed about the whereabouts, she would have spent hours trying her luck and searching for it. The book was pushed back several centimetres before a low click sounded and Cold Heart stepped to the side as something bumped her underneath the shelve.

The trigger had opened a hidden drawer just under it, revealing a small box only now did she bring the lighter closer to get a better view of the object. First thing she noticed as she got the box out was that It wasn't bigger than her hand, neither was is it made of any special material; it was a simple dark brown wooden box. To her surprise however, it had an unexpected amount of weight. She guessed that whatever was inside was the desired object of tonight's job.

'I want you to get me the box', Reito's words still echoed in her ears. She watched how the drawer got pulled back and was once again hidden while the trigger clicked for a second time this night. 'What was so important for Reito to come all the way from the mainland to Oran?' Cold Heart wondered. She had made the mistake to think too deeply into the matter, staring down at the box in her hand. Rule 1 while doing a robbery: don't get side tracked. Rule 2: don't think about unnecessary stuff. She had lost the focus on her surroundings. A hissing sound taught her the lesson and reminded her of the rules. But it was too late.

Cold Heart jerked, the box slid down from her hand in the motion, and crashed on the carpet floor. The sound of the fall was somehow silenced up by the carpet, but Cold Heart's heartbeat had increased in a second as her emerald eyes searched the room wildly. She could feel the adrenaline pumping up in her veins. The lighter to her misery had just then decided to show that it was running low on gas. Oh luck didn't seem to be her friend tonight.

Every muscle in her body tensed up, her ears perked to hear if there was any hissing sound or any sound which was out of place. But for the moment all she heard was her loud heartbeat that drummed inside her. Maybe her ears were playing a dirty prank on her. Slowly after seconds of waiting, she let herself go into a crouching position keeping the lighter off to save gas. Carefully her hand reached ahead, where she had dropped the box.

Her glove-covered hand found the box just a foot away from her, but to her big horror the box was open. The fall on the floor must have cause the cap of the box to open. Quickly, she tried to use the lighter to find whatever had been inside the box.

Her eyes scanned the floor around her. The light was getting dimmer and dimmer.

A low hissing caught her attention, it came right from the opposite direction. Her head moved up, looking towards the sound. The dim light was of no use. It was only good enough to show one foot ahead of her, so it failed completely to show what was just on the other site of the room opposite of herself.

Her breath stuck in her throat as she gazed at four red lights, two lights moving together, which seemed to float just above the ground making strange movements. Her eyes were fixed on the red points unable to make her body move. A strange thought crossed her mind as she stared at the lights: they resembled eyes. Two pairs of eyes. Where that came from she didn't know, but as time was passing she was even more sure of what she was looking at, were two pairs of eyes. To her surprise, a third pair appeared, as if just had decided to open up.

It caught the girl's curiosity to know what it was, telling herself that her mind probably started to play games with her. Maybe something she drank today was causing her to see illusions? Her hand reached slowly to the empty box right next to her. She waited a single moment, studying what the pairs of eyes would do. But as they continued to sway on the same spot Cold Heart quickly threw the box at it. She made sure to not use full force, not wanting to gain unnecessary attention.

'Fuck, what was that!' She breathed out as she walked to the other end. The eyes had disappeared and in their place there was the object which had been in the box and the empty box that she had just thrown.

Whatever she had seen was gone. But what was it? Did she really just imagine the red eyes? Cold Heart shook her head to clear her mind. The tension in her body didn't seem to want to go away. She felt watched as if every move was being observed. Her eyes narrowed in frustration of the loss of calmness.

Without picking the box back up she simply took the object. It was a stone, engraved with some strange runes on it which she didn't know. It was so familiar looking at the stone. It was as if she had held it before and looked at it…

It was a strange feeling. So urgent. Dangerously tempting; and at the same time familiar and calming. She let her thumb run over the middle symbol. A flash of anger flared up in her eyes and she made her way to the door.

If anything it stirred her up. Then was it the thought of the time. Why now? What connection did she have with this stone? Her head shaking, she had what she came for, and now she would fuck off. Out of this house and give the stone away to get rid of it.

Cold Heart planned to use the same way back like she came in as she carefully closed the door of the library behind her. Everything was still silent. She slipped the lighter back into her jeans pocket while, for a strange reason, her hand tightened around the stone. She knew that the more time she wasted in this place the higher the chance was to get caught.

With steady steps she walked back to the kitchen soon she would be out of this house that made her feel so uncomfortable. The anger had almost calmed down. But the feeling of eyes on her back didn't leave. No matter how much she looked around she couldn't see anyone, could not hear a single being, besides her own breath.

The window of the kitchen was right in her sight. With her hand she grabbed the handle of the window; she just had to open it. Cold Heart didn't care that she left tracks behind as long as no one noticed it till she was away. In the corner of her eye she saw a red point on the shelve sitting just there.

'Just my imagination' she comforted herself. But the hissing growl was too real even for her to keep it as imagination. In a flash, there was movement and the girl's head turned to the side. Squinting to get a better look at the thing that seemed to get in her way since she arrived here.

Her eyes opened wide, her pupils concentrating on the thing in front of her. It had towered itself up, it's eyes fully focused on it's pray. The light from the window was reflecting on its dark purple scales. Then suddenly, it jumped without any hesitation.

Cold Heart's body moved out of reflex, letting go of the handle, and ducked down in time. Only a millisecond later and that thing would have been on her for sure. She quickly turned around getting a better look at the creature. It's heads towered back up opening their mouths and showing their long fangs ready to dig inside of her flesh. Cold Heart pressed her back on the counter right behind herself.

Was this the thing which she had seen in the library? The heads seemed to wag back and forth, left and right. Three heads, six eyes stared angrily at her. This time she had no box to throw at the snake, if she could considered it a snake. Her eyes studied the creature. The end of the tail was raised lightly up from the ground, its end formed like a spear, and it moved around wildly. The body was long and slender around the same length as the heads throats. Cold Heart could make out a unique texture on the scale of the body. Strange how minor details come into focus in the strangest circumstances.

Her right hand reached down to the dagger, her hand nearly around the handle. The middle head growled and again Cold Hearts body reacted in time as the snake head spited at her. She rolled to the side, and felt a burning sensation on her arm. A hiss escaped her lips as she got up into a crouching position, the dagger firmly in her hand. She looked at her arm where she felt a light burning, some of the fabric of the sweater was burnt away, as a result of the spit. The same was happening to parts of the wood on the counter.

'Gotta be a joke.' She thought. Her left hand was still tightly holding the stone, while she looked at the creature and around it, trying to find a way to pass the little pest in front of her. Her eyes fell for a second on the window before returning back on the snake…but it was gone.

Her eyes blinked fast. Had that thing used the millisecond to get away? Just how fast was this monster? Cold Heart cursed, her body whirled quickly around in her crouched position. This was the worst time for her to turn her back on that thing and offering the chance to be attacked from behind. Pressing her back to the counter, she tried to check around the two corners.

It was no where in sight. Her head turned again to the side getting a peek around the corner as suddenly something dropped down on her right shoulder, making a weird wet sound. Automatically her left hand,still holding the stone, moved up touching her shoulder. It smeared and seemed to glue on her gloved hand. "What the hell?"

Cold Heart's focus turned to her shoulder, and noticed a strange liquid dripping down on her shoulder from a knocked over glass on the cupboard's edge. The girls eyes narrowed, the glass wasn't tipped over before. This game of cat and mouse was slowly sickening her, since she wasn't used to being someone else's pray. "Clever" she whispered feeling a cold chill run down her spine, the hair of her neck standing up.

It gave her no time to react as the three headed snake was on her from the opposite side of her attention. Yet just in time she managed to lift her left arm in defence, blocking the thing away from ripping her throat open.

Cold Heart felt something pierce the skin on her arm and wrist. "Argh." She hissed in pain, losing her balance and falling down with the thing. In the tumble, the dagger fell out of her hand, while in reflex her other hand made her grip even tighter around the stone.

With her free hand the girl tried to get rid of the thing. But the more she pulled the harder it sank it fangs into her flesh, and tightly wrapped its body around her arm. "Stupid son of a bitch." She hissed reaching her free hand towards the dagger that lay just a meter away. Her bitten hand was feeling numb, and before she could do anything against it, the stone fell out of her grasp. Just as quickly as it had attacked her, it let go, and using one of its mouths, took the stone with it.

"Stay here!" She growled, grabbing her dagger and following the thing as fast as she could. She didn't seem to care about her arm that much; besides the adrenalin was already numbing the pain. She had to get the stone back to finish her job no matter what. She could see the wiggling movements of her attacker a few meters in front of her. It was fast without a doubt and it had already reached the stairs, moving up.

While she rushed up the stairs a realization hit her. The wiggling movements and even the hissing reminded her something that she had seen and heard before. It was a snake… with three heads? …The realization slowed her down enough to see the snake disappearing already in a room just at the right end of the floor.

It was a snake with three freaking heads… 'Things like these don't exist!', her rational mind screamed. It didn't matter! She growled more to herself as anyone else. Sure it freaked her out but the anger of being robbed by that thing made her furious.

Cold Heart steeled herself for whatever would lay behind the door, the dagger in her healthy right hand held tight. Slowly she pushed the door more open ready to defend herself but nothing came.

As she casted a glance inside, the room was almost pitch black, her eyes caught the sight of a wide open window. She made sure to close the door behind herself to cut the escape route, if the thing was still inside anyways. 'It better be dead, smashed on the ground' She thought going straight to the window to cast a look down. She was above the first floor, and looking out the window and could make out a bush, but no sign of the thing which had stolen the stone from her and dared to attack her.

Sweat dripped down her face, strangely Cold Heart felt damn hot under the mask. She had to get the mask off, to wipe away the sweat. Looking over her shoulder she glanced around the room again, but the light from outside barely reached her. She was able to distinguish where the bed was, the fine folded sheet on the foot-end of the bed was giving away its place. The way to the floor was visible too but the other part of the room was shrouded in darkness.

The girl tried to focus her eyes if she could make out anything, but it was in vain. She could see nothing. She saw no red eyes and heard no hissing sound. She guessed that the thing maybe had hidden itself somewhere since it didn't jump at her yet. She was expecting that it would when she entered the room.

Cold Heart took a step back, leaning with her back against the wall. She knew that it was risky to let her guard down. Keeping the dagger in her hand, she moved the mask up revealing her face. She felt as if she had caught a bad fever, her body was like burning. The cold wind from the window near her, felt damn good on her skin. With her free hand she wiped sweat away from her face, as her nostrils took in a metallic sent. She froze, just releasing what she had forgotten in her anger.

Her expression took a horrified sight on as she saw for the first time the outcome of the attacker's work. The sleeve of her black sweater was torn on several places, she had to take care of the wounds as soon as she would reach her place. "You better come out bitch or I will seriously cut every single one of your heads off!" She threatened low, letting a deep growl escape her throat.

Even if that three headed snake thing would actually come out and giving her the stone, Cold Heart was sure that she would still cut off its heads for daring to attack her. And also who the fuck would keep such a freakish thing? What was it, a watch dog?

"Ara what for a murderous threat. " A female voice replied out of the dark corner of the room right in front of Cold Heart. Yes it did get Cold Heart by surprise since she didn't expect a reply to her threat. Or maybe she had, but rather a hissing from the snake than a female voice with an accent. And a quite exotic one too, the girl registered in her mind.

TBC…

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