Time of Dying
A Hagi story based off the song "Time of Dying" by Three Days Grace
Aldedron: Okay, I'm REALLY tired as I'm writing this, so there won't be much Japanese incorporated…
Saya: Well, at least you're posting. People seem to really like Time of Dying for reasons I don't understand and after that several month blank space…
Aldedron: -_-* Yeah, yeah, I know. You don't need to keep reminding me
*long pause as Aldedron falls deep into though*
Aldedron: Someone requested something involving these imaginary conversations… but I can't recall what it was…
Haji: Kombanwa
Aldedron: Oh, hey, Haji—Wait!! That's right, they wanted Haji back!! Okairinasai~!
Saya: Okairinasai, Haji *beaming smile* So what was it like spending all that time with Seras and Neles? Aldedron says they're both freaks, as does Serin. But then again, they're both ones to talk
Aldedron: *glare*
Serin: *bored yawn*
Haji: …
Saya: *can't help but roll eyes* Of course… *smile returns* Ah well ^^
"Haji has finally mastered a killing technique, when it comes to slaying Chiropterans," Joel II announced to his colleagues.
It had now been eight years since Saya had entered her sleep… Joel II's voice almost seemed to be growing hoarser with each day. Or maybe it was just Haji, who time no longer had an effect on.
Joel II glanced at the stoic Chevalier, standing silently by the wall. He didn't look at anyone in the room, but instead kept his head down, long tendrils of fine black hair hiding his face which everyone already knew to be blank. After eight years of this, they knew he wasn't actually hiding his face, only himself. Several times now, Haji had basically gone catatonic—totally unresponsive no matter what one said to him. It was unsettling, although he always managed to return to reality. Why? No one knew, but they were sure it was somehow related to Saya. What the biggest mystery was, though, was the catalyst for these unresponsive states. One didn't just turn lethargic outta nowhere. There was a reason…
The leader of Red Shield turned back to his audience. "Simple guns cannot complete the mission, though. One must decapitate and then completely incarcerate the Chiropteran to prevent it from resurrecting. It's something which requires inhuman strength and close quarters attacks."
In other words, no human could slay the bakemono (monster). None but Chiropterans themselves.
Outside the door, a particular servant pressed his ear to the door, desperately attempting to hear their conversation. It was in vain, though. Much of their communication was not verbal, but instead visual, with little inside codes only these "Red Shield" agents could decipher. If only he'd begun working here sooner… But that probably wouldn't have worked out well, either. Every single member of the Goldschmidt staff had been fired simultaneously upon the Bordeaux Massacre's event. And again seven years later. If anything, he was lucky to find out as much as he had as things were now—as disadvantageous as they were.
Back inside the office, Isaac raised his head upon feeling Joel II's gaze. "What of my observations?" he inquired. All of them had been spending so much time together, they could pretty much understand a question just with a look—Isaac and Joel II being a part of that group. David was also a big part, too.
"Hai."
"Well, the Chiropteran sightings have decreased dramatically, so there aren't as many chances to observe anymore. Plus, Haji just disappears without warning," he added with an annoyed frown.
He had a point, though. Haji would hear a Chiropteran's call and just walk out the door without notifying anyone. Before the first Joel had died, he'd have never been able to get away with such behavior, but… he felt this odd sense of duty to slay the Chiropteran every time he heard its call. Little did he know it was because of Saya's own determination. Even through her sleep, she was sending him instinctual orders. Overall, though, it wasn't 'beneficial' towards Red Shield's observations of Chiropterans. Because Haji never notified them as to his going off to slay one, they never got to watch how he killed it. Nor was he very descriptive after returning. At this point, they were contemplating just locking him up 'til he had no choice but to tell them there was a yokushu (Chiropteran—I always write it yokushu and go back and delete it, replacing the Japanese with Chiropteran for some reason… I've just stopped caring at this point, though ^^'), so that they would release him and follow. It would also give them a bit more control over him and his instincts, since he seemed to still be ruled by them by a pretty decent amount, considering why he was still hunting them, anyway.
A ringing resonated in the room. "Thump-thump. Thump-thump."
Haji opened his eyes slightly. The room was dyed akai… Around each ningen no face was this gray haze, as though his eyes were targeting those areas specifically. Every scent was visible, rushing through the air straight at him. The image shuddered before the akai evanesced. The thumping ceased.
The noise of the Red Shields' conversation returned in an overwhelming wave. He actually had something of a headache from it… it was so loud…
It was then he realized what that was… It was the hunger. For a moment there, he'd thirsted for their sweet blood, pumping fresh and strong beneath the skin. What was happening to him??
Aldedron: Hm… here seems good to cut off…
Serin: *rolls eyes* You get up the readers' spirits that you're finally posting again and then only make a super short piece of crap
Aldedron: *stares in shock* Wait, did you seriously say "piece of crap"??
Saya: *blink, blink* What of it?
Neles: *giggle* Serin doesn't SAY "piece of crap"
Seras: That she does not
Aldedron: I think my sister's starting to affect my imaginary characters… *walks off holding head, fearfully looking this way and that for the girl who caused Serin to say… "piece of crap"…*