Vendetta. Chapter 3
A/N: I realize just now that even though I edited the chapter and uploaded it right before the last one, I still didn't edit out the 'thanks for reviews' part. _ Oh well...
Disclaimer: You know the drill. Don't own it. Don't claim to own it.
Old Friends and New Trends.
Yako couldn't move, every nerve in her body was screaming at her to run yet she remained there, seemingly calm, seemingly focused. When in reality her legs were shaking under the table, and she was certain that her shaky nerves beforehand had not gone amiss by the cold blooded killer situated before her.
"Tell me, X," She noted the satisfactory glow rise in his eyes as he relaxed again smiling at her crudely, hesitant to continue her question she chose a much more feeble minded and childish one, one of which she already knew the answer to.
"How... did you get past Marie's wonderful security?" she winced at the level of stupidity she now felt.
X howled with laughter, delighted at the level of wit and rubbed his nose, "Come now Miss Detective! Surely you don't expect me to believe that a woman of your standing has something so menial to ask of me!" Yako was not surprised at his ability to see through her quick alternative. "But if you take a quick gander around the room, you'll see all of the inhabitants, save for ourselves, are quite...motionless."
At those words Yako jumped up and looked around, expecting the worst. However, much to her relief and gradual building embarrassment, she noted that instead of meatish red boxes, everyone in the room appeared to be frozen, at a stand still to put it into other words.
"A little trick, to maintain privacy and keep up your good face," X hummed, scooping numerous piles of sugar into Yako's tea before gulping it down, he made a face and proceeded to add the whole sugar bowl.
Yako flitted her eyes to him, glaring slightly at the sight of her tea being stolen from her, and placed a hand on her hip, " I don't need you to help me 'save face thank you X" her defiant stance caught X's attention and he let out a wolf whistle.
"T-wit T-woo Miss Detective, we have grown haven't we?" Yako blushed, the out of character remark catching her off guard and she soon found herself pulled down into X's lap.
"H-Hey! Put me down X!" Yako began to squirm, her black work skirt rose up her legs and her tight clad legs rubbed against X's jean ones. Gone was the longish white robe he had adorned before and up close, Yako could see scratches etched and traveling down the neckline of his fashionably baggy sweater from the throat of his neck downwards. She shivered at the thought of what had caused them and felt the barrel of her CZ-75 automatic pistol bury itself in her hair.
"Now, judging by your interest in my 'war marks' I'll allow you to ask me your real question, before we get down to much MUCH awaited business." X chuckled a little bit, the innocent child like laugh sent a chill down her spine and Yako swallowed deeply, her hands were braced on the table and the headrest of X's chair in an attempt to distance herself from him but he causally, albeit firmly, held on.
"What...what happened to you X?"
The question came out more like a whisper, and X's smile grew bigger, nastier, colder. He released Yako and she stood, quickly making her way to her side of the table before X rose and fixed her with a predator like stare.
"The usual routine of when a 'father' and 'son' are reunited of course." He spat the words out like a bad case of flem, slowly he began to make his way around the table towards Yako, in cat like movements, each joint slowly smoothing into the other as he walked in a fluid breezy like motion. Yako noted it all. This adult like behaviour completely contradicted what she knew him to be, but complimented the cells she knew him to be made out of.
X. Had turned into a miniature, more, debatably, saner version of Sicks himself. X carried on leering at her and instead of running around the table, she slowly edged herself backwards, hands clenched at her sides although they ached to brace themselves in front of her. She had already figured out that her discomfort made him tick. And she wasn't about to throw away any upper hand she obtained in this situation.
"Although," X continued, brushing an imaginary piece of dust from his person, before looking back up to Yako, "We didn't partake in many 'father-son' activities," He gritted his teeth and as Yako felt her back brush the cafe's wall, he closed in the gap, fist slamming next to her head other one at her stomach, holding out a letter.
"He made sure we, bonded alright." X removed his hand from the wall and pulled down the neck of his sweater to display the series of thick red lines.
Yako flicked her eyes back to his face, and stuck out her chin defiantly, she hadn't noticed the letter in his hand and folded her arms in front of her chest.
"Is that all you had to say to me then? Well, if that's the case I suppose I'll just,"
"I have a letter for you," X cut in, eyes still upwards, neck, chest and marks still exposed to her, at it's mention, Yako looked down at the envelope and slowly reached out to it. With her hand outstretched X grabbed it and pulled her towards his body, she let out a surprised yelp at suddenly connecting with his chest and he pushed the both of their bodies into the wall, Yako squirmed slightly, the letter getting crumpled between them and felt X's breath in her ear.
"He's watching you know, he always has been." He nuzzled her neck and Yako began to turn red, even now she still felt like some vulnerable school girl, X's hot breath on her neck made it hard to contain a shiver but it was stalled nonetheless by the implemented thought of Neuro looking at her, right now.
That made her sick to her stomach.
"Think if I gave him the finger he'd know it was for him?"
X let out another laugh hand to his temple and released Yako from his body's force, he turned away from her, to wipe the exaggerated tears from his eyes and straightened himself up.
"Whoo, I think he would, I think," X turned to look at her, his eyes devillish. "He'd like it."
BANG BANG BANG.
X froze in shock and looked down at the holes in his chest, Yako stood, her retrieved pistol in her hand and her face stoic.
"I HATE long winded villains," She gritted, the flush was however, still on her cheeks.
X raised an eyebrow and gave a sigh of defeat, "Oi I get it I get it," He stared down at the wounds and dipped his fingers into each one respectively, counting them as he touched them, he looked back at Yako and held up the three bloodstained digits. "I owe you ne? But now I think I'll be going, don't want to keep Neuro waiting," he winked.
Yako's guard dropped.
"Neuro's here? X! X tell me where he is!" Before Yako could walk foreword a bright light burst into the room, "X WAIT!"
Much to her embarrassment she found herself lying on the ground, the faces of Marie and the waitress looking over her in worry.
"Yako? Yako darling... are you ok?" Marie's thick Kansai dialect hurt Yako's already aching head and she moaned when she realised that X was long gone.
X.
Yako stood up suddenly causing Marie to jump and the waitress scream, she vaulted over the table and burst through the back door of the cafe, running out onto the street, she found it empty, the only occupant turning left at the fork ahead. It's emerald green taillights mocking her in the misty dew. Yako clenched her fists, water was pouring down now and she let out a frustrated moan, she rubbed her face with the side of the hand holding the automatic and turned to return into the cafe where Marie worriedly hovered in the doorway.
"Something up detective?" She mumbled drapingYako's long forgotten blazer over her shoulders. Yako shook her head, noting the look of pure fan glee in Marie's eyes and sweat dropping.
"You know, I'm not a drama series Marie..." This only caused the woman to let off a series of 'Hohoho's ' and shuffle back into the kitchen to alert everyone that their prized customer was ok. Yako shook her head and felt a crinkle in her pocket.
She felt inside, noting that her newly purchased cigarettes were gone, and found the letter deposited safely in her inner breast pocket.
"I don't remember putting..."
Yako sat up and quickly ripped open the letter, her hands trembling as she still held it close.
"He's watching you know, he always has been."
"Let him watch" Yako growled aloud, ripping open the letter,
And getting a face full of purple powder and what she could only hope to be liquid covered spaghetti.
Dear Louse,
It's been a while, are you still as pathetic as a helpless blind foetus that I left you as? One can only hope that you've at LEAST managed to develop eye sight, or learnt to walk on your small crippled legs.
Yako groaned as she wiped more slime off, before it escaped down her back, she'd had to leave the Cafe quickly in hope of getting the what she found to be quickly hardening slime out of her hair, now that she'd had a bath, three showers and with the help of her puzzled land lady a quick jet spray from the industrial hose outside, she began to feel human again, save for the persistent pieces that for some reason, she wished to remain unknown, could HIDE in her hair.
"Bastard" she hissed, fishing it out of her back and ignoring the fact that it had a face so that she could concentrate on the letter.
No doubt if you're reading this letter, you'll have met our mutual and much more RELIABLE friend!
Yako twitched.
The question is, maggot, now that you've seen him, do you possibly fathom that you can beat us?
Yako seethed at the last words, practically hearing the demon's gloating voice, she ripped the letter in half, scrunching both sides into two balls and attempted to kick them, only managing to fall on her face as she slipped, the two balls landing on her head.
"For the love of...UGH!" She curled up onto her side and stared out the large roof to floor stretch windows the office now posesed.
She had taken the liberty, now that she was the sole owner and Detective of the business, of refurbishing the Office to suit her own tastes.
There was hard wood finish flooring and a new WHITE desk replacing the area in which, HE had originally occupied. Pictures of artwork that the convict Aya Asia had painted dorned the walls of the office, although bought secretly so the woman didn't develop a deeper bond with Yako... and then through it feel the need to kill her.
'That'd be all I'd need..' She thought stressfully, choosing now to sit up and take in her surroundings.
The walls had been stripped and cleaned, a lot of explaining was bipassed as she managed to get a branch controlled by Godai to carry through with a lot of the refurbishing, she looked at the space where Akane-chan had once adorned and smiled slightly, running her hand down the length of where her ponytail used to lie.
As soon as Neuro left, Yako had found that he had also taken Akane, the reason was lost to her but she felt glad in a sense that she could suspect Akane was, for lack of better words, alive and well.
She had chosen to buy the office space next to hers and had converted it into a giant freezer, one that could cater to her stomach for a limit of up to three catering was also taken care of, much to his dismay, by Godai.
Her head shot quickly to the phone and she weighed the pros and cons of calling Godai in her mind. 'He has a right to know,' she thought stretching out her fingers to brush the cool plastic of the phone, she pulled her wrap around her shoulders a little tighter, 'But then again... would it be fair to ruin his new found happiness?'
Yako smiled at the thought, Godai had successfully taken over the corrupt business, branching out into all aspects of life. He was now, not only as rich as he could have possibly , had he wished it, wanted.
The cold feeling of the phone reminded her, for some reason, of the hot breath on her neck. She placed a hand down on the marble table top to balance herself and reached a hand up to her neck.
Closing her eyes, she regretfully remembered the feeling as it travelled down the spine, the heat stirred something in her stomach and she had to pinch herself from continuing the trail of though.
"Neuro's watching you"
Yako's eyes shot open and she whipped her hand off her neck, staring at it she realized that it hadn't even felt like her own hand, a burning trail had been left on her skin and she rubbed at her hand to verify that it WAS in fact hers.
"Getting paranoid" She chuckled, screaming slightly when the phone rang causing her to slip on her wrap that had slipped off her shoulders earlier.
She reached for the phone, and stopped.
Lying on the tabletop now was a piece of paper, with two words.
Picking up the phone quickly she was met with an aggravated yell from Godai demanding why the hell he had the sneaking suspicion she needed him for something.
Yako smiled at the big brotherly figures method of masked concern and quickly cut him off.
"Godai, I need your help. It's Neuro. No Godai he DOESN'T want you to work for him. No Godai I'm not playing a sick joke." Her eyes stayed on the words of the paper, urgency rising in every moment, and her hand going back up to her neck.
Tokyo Tower
"Godai...I need you to meet me tomorrow."
A pause resounded through the apartment/office space as she waited for a reply from the yakuza turned millionaire.
"Thank you."
Outside the large window, relaxing on a concrete slab just above it, a tall lean figure pulled a glove back onto an equally proportioned hand, straightening a blue waistcoat and laughing out at the thunder as it rolled by, he braced his feet and shot out, down towards the streets of Tokyo.
"Game set Wood Louse. Game set."
Chapter 3 up! Now things will take a more action based turn!
I'll leave the quick updates there I think.
I seem to have already been put on ALERT and FAVORITE.
(A review or thought on the story would be nice anonymous individual!)
Speaking of Reviews,
Me! (If that is your real name) Thank you so much! I hope to meet your expectations!
-Leprechaun.