WOW! I told everyone to PM me, so I never checked my reviews. Now I'm swamped. Some of your characters may be bad guys…..
Honda Ryo hated noisiness. It really pissed him off when he was just trying to enjoy the latest Nazomeita Brothers novel and someone just had to be as noisy as possible. He pulled off his glasses, rubbed them with his sleeve and ran a hand through his wavy brown hair. He groaned and looked down the aisle at the commotion. A silver haired boy was frantically waving at his grandfather, from the looks of it, who had grabbed a pale boy with a strange jade cross hanging on his chest. He groaned again and checked his watch. Four more hours and he'd be home.
To be honest, Felix was impressed. Normally, his gut would have kicked him if someone were following them, but this boy managed to keep himself undetected for the last 3-4 hours; a new record in Felix's book. He had talent. And potential.
The train ride had begun normally. Felix hauled the jewel-inlaid chest onto the train, drawing funny looks from fellow passengers. Gin followed him, still dazed by the events of the last 7 hours. He felt exhausted and Felix noticed. "Get some sleep. The train ride is about 4 hours, and then we'll be back in action." Gin stared. "But it'll be eleven by then! Shouldn't we be sleeping?" he exclaimed. "The Mafia world doesn't believe in night and day." Felix grumped. Gin moaned and turned to face the aisle. Felix's face softened as Gin's breathing steadied and he curled into ball on the seat. Felix tucked a blanket over Gin's small body and then closed his eyes. He was returning to the night after a long relapse.
Felix awoke to a quiet footstep. He wasn't a deep sleeper. He checked his watch; 9:00. He groaned rolled over- and saw the boy. He wasn't a particularly striking person; his appearance was fairly nondescript; a black bandana covering black hair, black pants, black shoes, black everything, really. A small jade cross hung over his chest. However, the boy literally radiated bloodlust in a way that would leave even the fiercest street thugs cowering. The boy was bent over the chest, searching intently for a way to open it. Felix pounced.
Kazu wasn't quite sure what hit him, but one moment he was bent over the chest, and all of a sudden he was being dragged away by a grumpy old man. The silver boy, Gin, was shouting and everyone was staring at them. The old man dragged him into the aisle and pulled him into the corridor, Gin following behind, protesting. "Where're your parents, boy?" Felix asked. "Don't have any." Kazu replied. Felix spat on the floor. "Should've know, from the looks of you. Why were you looking at our chest?" he demanded. Kazu glared at him. "I was looking for bombs." Felix gaped at him, and then burst out laughing. "Why" he guffawed "would there be b-b-bombs?" Kazu glared at him. Felix apologized. "How long have you been following us? And tell me: who do you work for?" "I work for nobody. And I've followed you ever since you got off the train." Kazu replied cautiously. "Why?" Felix stared, confused. "I….don't know." Kazu admitted, staring at the floor. Gin stared at both of them, totally lost. Felix nodded. "Leave." He said quietly. Kazu nodded, understanding and the two parties separated. Gin looked backwards at Kazu one more time.
Felix and Gin turned around- and were promptly shoved to the ground. A knife whistled by above their head and Kazu lay panting beside them. Felix looked at the ornate knife, eyes naturally gravitating to the small blue leopard stretched out along the hilt. "Hyou." he whispered, horrified. Gin and Kazu stared at him questioningly, but Felix was already dragging the two of them onto the floor. His eyes frantically searched the train. Hyou, the world's third best assassin, was known for his talents in crowds. A former magician, Hyou was very good at misdirection and confusion, making his victims desperately search for him, fear clouding their judgement. Felix groaned inwardly. In the end, most everyone wanted the chest. Beside him, Kazu was quietly watching those around him, his body angled protectively over Gin. Suddenly, he rolled, smashing Gin into the wall. He leaped up and brought his fist down toward a nondescript European man's head, but the man was already gone. He reappeared at the end of the aisle, holding a large canister. "Well done. Hold your breath!" he cackled as a strange blue gas began to leak out of the canister. The last thing Gin saw before he blacked out was the bright green eyes of a human leopard, slowly gliding in on him...
Kazu was a fast thinker. On the streets, no one stopped for you to think. So when the crazy magician started ranting about holding his breath, he didn't think, he just whipped off his bandana, wrapped it around his nose, procured his chainsaw and attacked. Hyou was at least 3 centimeters shorter than him, but the practiced agility and intelligent battle tactics of Hyou easily outclassed Kazu's raw, cold fighting style. Kazu pounced again and again, but each time he fell short of the assasin. Hyou seemed relaxed, almost lazily flicking away Kazu fists and parrying his chainsaw slashes.
Felix had managed to drag Gin into the corridor. The door at the other end was open, so he decided to wait until the gas cleared up. He watched, impressed, as Kazu repeatedly attacked Hyou, while still holding his breath. Every couple of minutes he would pop his head out the door for fresh air, and then dive back in. Kazu was unrestrained, but with training he would make a flawless hitman. Suddenly, Hyou disappeared with a pop. In his place, another cannister, filled with smoke. Felix watched as Hyou's shadow darted across the train toward the other door. He smiled, ducked into the car and tackled...Kazu. He heard a ghostly chuckle and whirled around. He groaned. The chest was gone.
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