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"Good morning little rabbits!" chirped Emi as Sayuri led Darkwings into the kitchen and sat down. Sayuri's robe was partially opened exposing the undergarments she had worn the night before. Shinji had put some shorts on but left his shirt off to get some air to help heal the scratched still on his back. Emi noticed Sayuri's little smile across her face. "Well you look like the cat that got the cream Sayuri. Was it good?" She asked handing her a cup of coffee.
"I had a very nice time" Sayuri answered smiling at Darkwings. Darkwings just stared at her with his usual emotionless face but took her hand from under the table and held it. Tsujido walked in from the bathroom just as Kimiko and Judas came from down stairs. Tsujido and Judas just like Darkwings wore nothing but shorts. Kimiko wore nothing but her lacy white bra, which Judas currently was cupping, and some Hello Kitty panties.
"Hey girls" sighed Kimiko happily. "Ready to get to work soon? The doctor's office isn't going to run itself."
"You all run the office? What about your father?" Darkwings asked. Sayuri dropped her smile and answered sadly,
"The Saints beat him to death when he wouldn't pay protection to them. That is why they took me to that organ factory in the first place. Ever since Kimiko took over since she has a doctor's degree and Emi just received hers so they are working together as the only two doctors in this side of town. I've been training to become a doctor as well but I have to leave the city to get it and we don't have the money to send me off."
"I know you will get it eventually" said Tsujido. Sayuri smiled slightly and everyone finished their breakfast. When they were putting the dishes away Darkwings felt a presence at the door. He saw a shadow turn the knob and in came a sickly pale man of about eighteen. He had on blue jeans and a baggy black sweater. His shaggy black hair came down over his eyes and came down to his chin.
Emi smiled and greeted him, "Hey Kronen. Here to get the refill on your medicine?" The sickly man nodded at her. Emi got up and offered him her seat as she got up and went to get his medicine from the office. The man sat down across from Darkwings and watched her leave the room. His eyes wandered about taking in the familiar faces and the new ones. He turned his head to Darkwings and he visibly turned a shade paler.
"You…" he started slowly in his surprisingly deep voice. "You look familiar…" He turned to Sayuri and asked her, "Is he a new patient?" Sayuri shook her head.
"No Kronen. He is the little boy from when we were little. The one that got us out of the cages." The man's face didn't change. He looked at Darkwings's bare chest and saw the long white scar on his chest. "He didn't die like we thought Kronen. He is alive and was adopted, these are his brothers." she said motioning to Tsujido and Judas.
"Why did you come back here?" he asked, his coal black eyes never leaving Darkwings's. "Are you a masochist, thirsty for more pain?"
"No I am not a masochist." he answered glancing at Sayuri, who blushed slightly. "If you must know I am going to burn this city to the fucking ground. Then I will build upon the ashes and then everything you will see will belong to my family and our organization."
"A gang of three?" The man asked slightly amused as Emi came back with his medicine.
"No. We are small now, with about eleven. Six being original members of the Saints." said Tsujido.
"I heard they were all killed last night in a gang fight. You saying you spared some of them?" Sayuri asked Darkwings. Blue light shined out of Darkwings's eyes when he said,
"For now. They will live until our numbers grow. They will spread the word to every bit of scum in this city, letting them know who we are and what we can do to them ! Then at the time when they outlived their usefulness, we will dispose of them." The sickly man stared at him for about a minute.
He stood up, never taking his eyes away from Darkwings, and walked around the table and over to where Darkwings sat. He knelt down on one leg and bowed his head.
"Let me kill for you… I want to spend what little time I have left in this miserable husk of a body accomplishing your dream" he said. Darkwings didn't bat an eye and answered,
"Fine." Darkwings moved his hand to the man's face and brushed the hair away from his eyes. "Your eyes tell me you're a dead man. Why are you dying? What killed you?"
"Doctor and Nurse… I have a rare blood type, rare enough that some people would pay a lot of money to anyone who could get them fresh young blood that could help them live longer. While in their care they drained me of blood every other day. My body adapted over the year and a half I was with them and began producing enough blood to meet their demands. But when you helped us escape my body still produced more and more blood. I produce too much now and every cell is fighting to carry some air, most of which don't get enough to carry through my body and die. My body can't process all the dead cells in time so they back up in my system, damaging my organs, ruining my veins. Doctor Kurasano gave me some pills when he was alive, a special poison that would kill off some cells before my body could make more."
"When he died I had no way to get my pills… I tried to get the blood out myself" he said pulling his arm out of his baggy sweater revealing many scars from his wrist to his forearm. "I cut too hard once, and came here to find some bandages and wraps that the doctor may have left behind. I found out his daughters started it back up and they gave me the pills again. But now they aren't working like they used to. Killing for you, I figure I can lose enough blood. And if I die, that just means I'll die sooner than the two agonizing years I have left." Tsujido asked the sickly man,
"You have any skills that could convince us? You're not afraid of death but you will be dead weight if you can't fight." The man nodded and answered,
"Yes I do." He got up from his chair and went to a draw in the kitchen. He pulled some emergency candles from the drawer and walked out the door with the six people following him. He picked up a trash can and placed it at the very end of the alley, placing the candles in a neat row on top. He walked to the other end of the alley with a revolver he had pulled from his sweater pocket. . There was a distance of about a hundred feet between him and the trash can. "Watch closely" he said. He opened the gun and placed two bullets in the chamber. "I'm going to shoot down all five candles with these two bullets."
"That can't be done" scoffed Emi.
"Don't be so sure." said the man as he aimed. He pulled the trigger and one bullet flew out of the chamber and hit the garbage can in the side, rotating the can around. The candles were now in a straight row in his direction. He pulled the trigger once again and the second bullet passed through all the candles breaking them in half. Kimiko clapped loudly at the performance.
"What is your name?" asked Tsujido, impressed with the skill. The man turned his head and answered,
"I was once called Kronen Sryster. But now I'm… Nothing."
"Why do you keep calling yourself that Kronen?" asked Sayuri. Kronen looked to her with his black puppy dog eyes and told his sad tale.
"I had a family when I was captured by Nurse at the park. My father had died in a gun fight a few years after I was born. I lived with my mother in a small apartment. One day my mother had brought me to a park to play. She took her eyes off me for a second and I was grabbed by Nurse and thrown into a truck. When we all escaped I went back to where we once lived together but she had already packed and moved out of the city."
"I made a living working at a liquor store bagging and stocking food and liquors. After three years I made just enough money to hire a cheap detective from outside the city to find her for me. He gave me an address. I stole a motorcycle and drove to the address to find out my mother had remarried and had had more children. I reunited with my mother and convinced her who I was. Her new husband did not approve of me; he would often ignore me and try to get my mother to put me up for adoption. At this time I had no access to doctor Kurasano so my mother had to bring me to a hospital to get my medicine. This became expensive, and with two other children to feed she became more and more frustrated. At times they couldn't afford my medicine and I coughed up blood frequently. Eventually at a doctor's appointment the doctor said that my organ damage was too severe and had less than a decade to live. My parents felt they didn't want to care for a child too sick to survive and sat me down one day to tell me I had to leave. They set up to send me to an orphanage in Tokyo. I felt if I was going to be sent away I may as well return to Shiretoko where someone could kill me before my sickness killed me more painfully. I stole some money to buy gas and drove back on the motorcycle. I have been living alone in the same apartment I grew up in."
"I don't like my old name. It reminds me of my lost life with my mother. I have no family name to take, and nobody who cares. When I die there won't be anyone left to remember me except these women. I am Nothing."
"Alright Nothing. Come with us, we are going to set up our headquarters" said Darkwings. He went up stairs and got dressed quickly. On his way out he looked to Sayuri, kissed her cheek, and said, "I'll see you later." Darkwings left with his brothers and Nothing following him.
They came to the remains of the Saint's burned down warehouse where Danny, Richard, and the ex-Saints were waiting.
"Hey bosses, what is the plan today?" asked Richard.
"Today we will establish our base" answered Darkwings
"Where?" asked Danny. Darkwings pointed to the remains of the Saint's warehouse. One of the ex-Saints men piped up,
"How are we gonna plan things there? If you wanted the building you shouldn't have burned the damn thing down. There isn't enough space to hold the eleven of us, now it looks like you have brought another one! How are we going to live here?" Judas turned his head slowly and glared at the man with his golden eyes and said,
"If you insist on complaining, I will make some room." Judas pulled his sword out of its sheath and walked over to the man. His sword had a saw like blade that flickered in the sunlight. The man sat there scared stiff like a deer in headlights as Judas raised his arm and with a swift chop sliced off the man's head. As the dead man's body lay there spurting blood from the neck Judas turned to the others and asked, "Anyone else feel like arguing real estate with us?" Everyone shook their heads violently to avoid getting their heads severed.
"Don't worry about space everyone, I have it covered." Darkwings approached the rubble of the destroyed warehouse. Everyone watched as his eyes began to glow a bright blue light; slowly he raised his hand to the sky. From his hand he emitted a powerful wave of light that swept the area touching broken glass, wood scraps, and metal. The remains of the warehouse fell apart and exploded into visible chunks of matter, the air was covered in these millions of matter chunks. Darkwings lowered his hand aiming it at the singed ground where the warehouse once stood. The chunks of matter flew straight to the ground and began reconstructing themselves into a brand new building. Brick by brick the matter constructed itself into a ten story boarding house.
Boards of wood flew through the air as directed; nails drove themselves into place solidifying the structure. Bricks flew from adjacent buildings to build the thick walls that supported the house. Glass shattered from their sills in the adjacent buildings and quickly reformed into the many windows on each story of the house. In a matter of minutes the house stood before all of them, finished.
The house looked like it was built from black marble. Black as night, black as sin. Everything was painted black from the bricks to the flat roof. At the top of the building stood three chimneys set up in a triangular formation like an alter to a long lost god of fire. Above the double doorway were carved these words "Illic Est Haud Templum Hic (there is no Sanctuary here)."
"Wow. That's pretty cool." said one of the women. "Can we go inside?"
"It's not done yet." Darkwings put two fingers to his lips and let loose a shrill ear ringing whistle. It pierced through the air summoning all the unemployed devils and monsters, ghosts and ghouls, all nightmares and fears, to the building where they stood.
The clouds that dotted the sky stretched and pulled themselves over the pale blue sky all the while darkening, dying itself a deep cauldron black. Demons, monsters, goblins, and lost souls crawled from the creeping darkness and latched themselves onto the house. Lightning shot down from the sky striking each dark figure, freezing them in their place, encasing them in hard stone.
The building now stood towering over them, displaying all the varieties of darkness in a solid tapestry of captured horror. Each statue displayed one terrifying figure after another. Claws and fangs and tails illuminated by the bright strikes of lightning. Malicious smiles shone sinisterly laughing, beasts growling at your approach, and angelic faces writhing in fear arms wrapped around their frail forms with wings shielding them trying to fight back the darkness. The building moaned a silent message to everyone near it "come, hide here forever, don't go, stay…stay".
"Now it is done" declared Darkwings.