"Damn it's cold."
That was the first thing that went through her aching head, when her eyes fluttered open, awakened by the dim light from the outside. She had almost forgot; It was winter, and at this time of the year it was a rare treat to be awakened by pure sunlight. With no idea about where she was, and where she should be headed, she slowly rose.
"Matte!" With a gasp, she let her hand massage the back of her neck slightly hard. There was no pain left to feel, only the feeling you get in your bones when you haven't moved around to much for a while. "How...strange." She tossed away the sheet wich had covered her cold body, but first now, she understood why she had been freezing.
"Where the hell are my clothes!!?" She whispered angrily and surprised, picking up the sheets again to cover her naked body with, angered by the thought that someone had stripped her off her clothes, wich ment he or she had been looking at her body. She winced. Haruna looked around. If not the walls were yellow and lightbrown (they had originally been white, but the person who lived here apparently was a heavy smoker) and it was dusty and a bit smelly, it would've been a quite nice and cosy home. Wherever it was that she where. There was a desk in the far end of the room, with a black laptop (Samsung) placed on it, a black deskchair with a white labcoat tossed over the back, small staints of coffee on it. Also, a white coffee mug with the brown drink stained on it. When looking more to the left, she saw the door. And suddenly, footsteps ecchoed in what sounded like a small hall. Quickly, she put her cold feet on the blue carpet floor, the be covers covering her body tightly. The door swung open.
"Oh great, you're awake already!" His hand run through his gray hair, though it remained ruffly. "I was afraid you were never gonna wake up again."
A man, looking kind of short according to his age, which looked as it was like, around the thirties or the beginning of the fourties, was smiling, nearly grinning at her. She hated when people did that. Laughing and happiness was such a sign of human weakness. For that, she shot him a dead, cold killing look. She knew that by now, her purple eyes must look like pure lightning, since her fellow kunoichi's had told her. And quite true, the man nervously trembled a little, pushing up his glasses with an index finger, trying to remain calm and chipper.
"Well, I mean, it was quite a bump you got there...in the back of your head. Don't worry about it, I fixed it some time ago. I'm more worried about your other wounds."
"Other wounds?" Like a reflex, her hand moved to her torso, feeling...something warm and aching, soft and sore. A fresh flesh wound, covered by a bandage. She knew the feeling. "So I was right...I propably blacked out because of the blood loss..." Her fists balled. Another weakness. Damn.
"Yeah you fainted, but it doesn't matter, trust me, I know that you're gonna be okay. I've seen much worse than that." He said optimisticly, and Haruna felt it as though he was reading her mind.
"He really did treat you unfairly, I told him."
"Who?!" She burst out. "Who did this to me? Do you know him?"
"He's my-"
"Bring me to him!" Haruna jumped out of bed, and even when standing tall, the man was still shorter than her, just a little. This seemed to make him silent for a while, but nonetheless, he protested. Big mistake. Huge mistake.
"You can't right now miss, he's in town. I have no idea when he'll be back here, but you'll just have to sit down and wait. You want some co-"
In less than a second, Haruna had grabbed him by his collar, lifted him up with both hands and slammed the back of his head into the wall, almost knocking him unconsciouss. He gasped for air, his feet kicking vivaciously in the air, eyes wide open in half- fear, and half- surprise.
"Bring me to him. Understand?"
He nodded, as much as he could, unable to move his head that much.
"Go, then. Now!"
She let go of his collar, and the shocked scientist slipped down on the floor, breathing heavily. Then he rose, and ran out of the door, and she heard how he stumbled over his own feet, out in the hallway.
Scornfully, she laughed.
"I'm gonna finish off them both. Him and Kenshin."
Then, a sudden noice, from the outside, caught her attention. She frowned thoughtfully, and on her bare feet, she tip-toed her way towards the window. With a careful hand, she draped the curtains to the left side, her trained eyes, much greater than the normal human eye, spotted a car. A black dodge ram. And out of it, came a woman. There was no doubt, it was a female, tall, with very dark tanned skin, silvery/grey eyes, and incredibly long silver white hair (if she hadn't been keeping it up in a messy bun, it would've been going all the way down to her knees). She was wearing a white tank top (a bit too transparent, you could see the black bra underneath), and a pair of darkblue jeans, sitting really tight around her body, wich could make any man drool; In fact, the men on the streets, staring at her if like she was Claudia Schiffer, whisteled loudly and challenging, and caught some few stolen look of her breasts, quite bigger than an average womans. The attractive, mysterious female smiled, and her sparkling white teeth shined so much, that Haruna feared that she was gonna be blinded. Instead, she just draped back the curtains, and angrily growled.
"What the hell...Ai is joining the party." She smiled when thinking of the time she had been spending in the past with this woman, the few laughs, and the many fights and disagreements they had shared.
It knocked on the door.
She was actually approaching the door, when it flew open. Haruna thought that it was either Ai, or the little whimp of a man, but to her surprise, it was neither of these.
A really tall man, with a brown mullet, and dressed in casual clothes, had kicked up open the door. She stepped back, falling to the floor, not because she was scared, but because she had recognized him: This was the one, the only human she had intended to kill, but couldn't. And those eyes...
"What the hell are you thinking? Huh?!" He yelled at her. He dared to yell at her.
Her lower lip trembled, but the words wouldn't seem to come out. A whimp was all she could stutter.
"No one scares the shit out of my friends, and especially not a snotty bitch like you!" He came closer, and she kept creeping backwards, waiting for the right time to run away-a time she knew wouldn't come.
"Uhm, Sn- I mean, Dave...it's ok."
Haruna breathed a sigh. Saved by the small guy. Who would've thought that?
"I'm sorry." She hoarsly whispered, looking down, trying to look like an innocent, lost little girl, hoping the "Dave" guy would take the bait. She was a master of lying.
"It's just...I-I don't know this place...I don't know where I am, and then suddenly I'm attacked, brought up here, and someone strips of my clothes..."
Dave and Hal looked at each other, both quite embarrased. The had to take of her clothes until they were sure that she had no other wounds. Hal put an elbow in Dave's ribs, nodding towards the kunoichi. Dave sighed.
"We're...sorry" he said, not very convincing. "Your clothes are out in the bathroom, washed and clean. Take a shower, and come out in the kitchen, and lets talk through this."
He bow down, offering her his hand. Slowly, she grabbed it, and rose from the floor, the sheet still covering her body. They both smiled, and Hal saw it, smiling as well. And I would've gived a lot to know what that scientist had been thinking.
Looking into her eyes...he found himself...lost. They were incredebly beautiful, in a such loving, yet cold and dangerous way. Such danger. That was what he had always seeked. Adventure. In the beginning, it was because of the rush, the adrenaline, pumping through his veins, making him feel so alive, like the least dangerous kind of drug he knew. Soon, it was just like drugs in every way. He became addicted. Addicted to the danger, addicted to the adrenaline, the kick, the rush...the killing. And after each mission he'd survived, he only wished that he'd died instead. The endless crimes of humanity, the selfishness, the hunger and pain, the thirst for money, power, control, blood...and God forbid it, the need for killing, that some fucked up persons actually possesed. They needed help, but instead, it was a lot easier for the goverment just to hire some experts, like himself, to get rid of them.
Killing them. How easy those words sounded. He just wondered why those men who wanted it to happen, just didn't do it themselves?
Killing for a living.
Dying for a purpose;
money.
Not for something that you loved.
Because...
he had never loved.
He couldn't.
"David!"
"Huh? Wha-oh..."
He realized what he'd missed when Hal stared at him, arms crossed, but seeing the woman with the purple eyes, in her clean clothes, her long, dark hair drippling with water, with a slight smile covering her cupid lips, when she looked at him, propably adoring his body (he'd caught many women red-handed in that), he knew they had been talking for some time, and his own attention had only been half present. That angered him a bit, since it had been i his /i idea in the first place.
"As I was saying..." Hal said, sounding a bit dissapointed. " I think you, " He looked at the female, and she looked at him for a short while, then David's taught body caught her gaze again. "Should stay until you've found someplace else. Of course you'll have to make your own living...right?"
David nodded. He had no attention at working his butt out of his pants, to feed her.
"But where am I supposed to sleep?" She smiled, and looked around, her hands in the air, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "Maybe I'm just being blind, but as I see it, there are only two bedrooms."
"What purpose do you think the couch was invented for..." David whispered, and actually he didn't mean her to hear him, but he didn't knew that she was a kunoichi, and they had many times sharper senses than normal Homo Sapiens.
"I don't know....jerking it off when your all alone, huh Dave-san?" She said, sweet in such a false tune it could make you puke.
Hal blushed, nervously pushing back his glasses. David just closed his eyes, looking like slowly counting to one-houndred, really starting to get provoked.
"Ehm...the cou-couch seems as a brilliant idea...Well otherwise, I could sleep on the couch, and then..uhm....?"
"Haruna." She chirped, her voice indicating pride and honor. "Haruna Satogure".
"Pretty." David bitterly and sarcasticly spat, turning his head, while having his arms crossed.
"It's alright, Otacon-san." She smiled. Her opinion about this man was that he was clever-no, intelligent, but some flatter, he couldn't resist. "The couch sounds just fine. I've had worse places to sleep."
"Heh...like, outside of a shoeshop, trying to get in early to get your high-heeled ones repaired?"
"Snake!!"
"Ok, Hal. I'm just trying to make you understand, that your taking in an complete stranger!"
Hal jumped of his chair, his finger pointed at Snake's face.
"I took you in, Snake. And this is my house, so accept my decisions, or else-"
His finger changed it's target, and pointed at the front door.
"You can go home. It's up to you."
Snake camly stood up now, and in the middle of them, still sitting down on a chair, hands neatly folded in her lap, was the kunoichi, wacthing the argument with amusement in her eyes. This was quite interesting, indeed.
"I have no home. That's why I rely on my friends. Especially those whose life I've saved."
He was starting to walk away. It was his experienze, that arguements never lead to any good, so his best solution...well, this.
"What about Meryl?"
As seconds passed by, Hal began to see, he had hit Snake at an extra weak spot, not knowing if it was good, or if it was stupid of him. Waiting patiently for an answer, he waited for something to never come; slowly Dave walked away, headed towards his bedroom. A door slammed.
Otacon threw his tired body down on the chair again. Holding a hand to his head, suddenly, he felt someone rubbing his back.
"Oh...Haruna...what are you-"
"Just relax. I see that you could need some of it, am I right?" She said, with a heavy japanese accent. That explained the shape of her eyes, and her dark hair. Yeah, she was definentely from the east. Why did he not notice from before?
"Propably," He smiled to himself. Not bad...those hand of hers did a great job, the pain he'd been feeling on his neck lately, slowly dissapeared. It was like magic.
"So..." Her hands rubbed extra tender and carefully, and hearing how he moaned in pleasure, almost a little sexual, she knew she did it good. "What is it with this "Meryl", and David-san?"
"It's a long story. But she is dead now and..." He sighed, and just through her fingertips, she could feel his mood drop. She rubbed him more.
"I think-no I know, that he loved her...David I mean. He loved her. But Meryl died, and he could...well, he was there. He told me he could've saved her, and just no matter how hard I try to convince him of the opposite, he still believes that...that..." Otacon shook his head, and let a pathetic sigh escape his lips.
"Aw, but Otacon-san, it's not your fault, no? As his friend, you are just trying hard to protect him, from a lonely life. Don't blame it all on yourself!"
With a jump, he got up.
"You're right. I'll go talk to him"
"No! Let me. I know what to say...Meanwhile, why don't you sit down and have some more coffee, Otacon-san?"
A japanese girl, damn beautiful and caring, knowing what to say, and wow her hands did magic...it was a girl like her he wanted. He grinned, and poured some more coffee into his mug.
"Right. Okay, but whatever you do, don't mention Meryl, please?"
She smiled, and went into David's room, not answering Otacon's question. And maybe because she had absolutely no intention of keeping it.