Wow.. almost two weeks since I last posted.. Hopefully this'll make up for it.
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Frustrated with her thoughts, Hayato decided to go cool down. Though as she was about to move, she was surrounded by five men probably in their mid-twenty's.
"Looks like we got ourselves a little kitty." The guy in front, she took as the leader, purred and took a step closer.
She sighed. 'I am so not in the mood for this.' And walked away or attempted to. The leader grabbed her arm and was about to pull her to him when she turned and kicked his mid-back then spun to perform another on his abdomen, sending him to the ground; clutching. As she was about to leave again, one guy stood behind her, another stood in front and the other two positioned at her sides. The leader then got up, despite the pain, and walked to her through the interval of his buddies.
"Strong for a girl." He grabbed the front of her shirt and pushed her back until she met a wall about two feet higher than her. "Be a good girl and we won't hurt you. Just quietly and obediently come. Alright, baby?"
Hayato wanted to puke at her 'nickname', feeling nothing but disgust running through her now. "I'll be nice enough to give you a warning." She said, not looking scared but a bit bored and pissed. "End this now and I'll let you go unharmed." But all men just laughed loudly.
"You'll let us go unharmed? Haha! You're quite the treat, girl!" He pushed her against the wall harder. "Wonder if you taste just as entertaining." He said and moved closer to her. She sighed again.
Hayato smacked the guy's hand away then jumped up, having her knee hit the chin of the man then using the wall's ledge behind her with her hands to flip across, man following due to the connection with her knee; officially performing a back-flip. She passed to the other side of the wall, guy falling flat on his back and grunting. She let go of the edge when she passed over and landed gracefully onto the man's chest then taking her foot and kicking the junction between his ear and neck, causing him to lose consciousness. She jumped back the way she came to the others.
Falling to the ground, she stooped and kicked the second man's feet, who fell in response and stomped on his face, blacking him out.
For the third guy, she launched herself off the ground, spun in the air and forced her foot to the back of his head, instantly knocking him out also.
She then ran to the back of the fourth, used the side of her fist and shot it at the back of the man's head, leaving him conscious of the pain. All completed under two minutes, not even allowing a chance for the opposing team.
Turning to the fifth guy as she noticed his frantic motions and seeing him charging to her, she escaped from his line of attack and sprung to his rear, shooting a blow to his back at a specific place and preventing him from moving any further.
She continued walking without looking back then stepped to the side and stuck her leg out, tripping the spared man then stomping on the back of his head in a specific place to ensure he's still alive but also making sure he joined his fellow idiots. She continued on after, leaving four unconscious men and an immovable one laying on the floor, most of them with blood leaking at least from their nose, giving it a 'not to serious' look.
Yamamoto grabbed the knob of the door, stopping for a while as if giving another thought but carried on after he took a deep breath. Walking into the room, he saw a queen-sized bed staring at him by its side, a dresser standing at its bottom lining, the closet on its other side further down than the dresser, a lamp on one of the bed-side tables and a desk at his left. On the dresser, laid two small bags and a larger one that resembled women's make up storages then normal everyday body products. Figuring the make-up belonged to his sister, he found nothing unusual in the room.
On the desk were two pairs of sunglasses, a USB adapter, laptop and two bags. One of them being the gym carry-on.
He walked in and closed the door behind him, following whatever was leading him.
Etsuko walked in, on the task to inform the boy currently occupying the room that he has to leave in the next forty minutes for the latest. Looking around the room he saw no one but heard faint mumblings coming from Hayato's. Moving closer, he recognized the voice as none other than his cousin, Yamamoto.
"I still don't think it's a good idea to be here." He heard him pause for a while then continue. "Okay, so if you were the one calling me here; then why?" He paused again. "Recording?" Another pause. "Is that important?" Pause. "So where is it then." Pause. "Sunglasses? That doesn't make any sense." Pause. "Oh..Okay." And for about two minutes, silence ensured. "It's not coming off. What to do then?" The pause continued like before but this time, longer. "Okay, but don't get in trou-" Yamamoto opened the door only to find Etsuko almost leaning against it and almost falling to the floor.
As the door opened Etsuko saw something disappear behind Yamamoto. A vanishing blue light.
"Etsuko?" Yamamoto asked.
"Oh.. H-hey Takeshi-nii... I was umm...So who were you talking to?" He changed the subject.
"Eh? O-oh," He tensed. "I-I was.. on the phone." He walked out from the bedroom and to the couch. 'I don't like lying to Estuko but...'
"Oh.." Estuko carried on to another subject. "But why were you in Haya-chan's room?" He questioned.
"Oh.. I.. accidentally kicked something in it."
"What did you drop?" He asked.
"My.. Phone.."
"Oh." Etsuko then walked to Hayato's room, checking inside then sighing in relief. 'It's a good thing Haya-chan isn't the decorative type or girly.' He then exited, closing the door behind him.
"What's wrong?" Yamamoto asked when he came out.
"Nothing, just checking something. By the way, Haya-chan said sh-e-" He fisted his hand and closed it to his mouth, clearing his throat. ".. He.. he wanted you out in the next half an hour." He corrected himself. 'Whoops..'
"Okay." Yamamoto replied, not noticing his mistake.
Hayato sat at an almost vacant café, in the back where no one can spot her. She picked up a spoon that was placed next to the fork, moved her head a bit to the side and allowed the spoon to take its place, the front facing straight ahead like her. A 'Ping' was heard and a small metal ball bounced from it, back to where it was shot off from.
"Nice moves." She commented as she felt someone behind her deflect the roundabout assault by spinning what seemed like a gun, around to face the barrel to him and using the head of the butt to knock the little steel ball into the ground, leaving a hole in its replica.
"I'd say the same." A high male's voice replied and walked to sit opposite her, jumping on the chair then to the table.
Just then the waitress came and asked for their orders.
"Coffee." Hayato ordered.
"Espresso." The other followed.
"I'm sorry but we don't serve those to kids under sixteen. Would you like a juice box instead?"
"I'll also take an espresso and a bottle of water. That'll be all." Hayato answered as she was done.
"Yes, ma'am." She said and walked away.
"You really thought I would've killed her?" The male's voice asked innocently.
"Threatened, yes. Killed, no." She replied to which he smirked. "Now I'm sure you didn't come here for a 'break', so what do you want, Reborn?"
"You do extra missions when you're in the middle of one? Or have you finished this one." He asked.
"What?"
"Do you do bonus missions."
"And why would you think I do." His smirk widened.
"The reason you look like that, I know why." She sighed and rolled her eyes.
"Of course you do."
"Aww," He feigned a hurt puppy look which Hayato found pretty cute. "You're not gonna play along?" He looked as though he was about to cry. She sighed again.
"How would you know why?" She carried on.
"I was at a bar last night." That answered everything for Hayato.
'Don't even wanna know what he did to the guards to let him in.. or get in.' Reborn smirked knowing what the other was thinking.
In a random alley in Japan, two muscular men sneezed, still trying to untie themselves despite the pain shooting through their body from their now dried wounds.
The waitress came back with a tray of the orders and a bill, set them on the table, bowed then left. Hayato took her coffee and sipped from it the same time Reborn took one from his espresso, both with unimpressed expressions for their drinks but drank them nonetheless.
"So?" Reborn asked.
"So?" Hayato repeated, letting him know she didn't know what he wanted now.
"You're gonna tell me what happened at the bar?"
"And why would I?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Because I'm curious." Was his only response.
"But I don't care." She retorted.
"That's quite rude."
"And you're not?" They carried on. Despite their tipped proficiency, they respected each other. They were, after all, the two strongest within the mafia.
Though Reborn just shrugged. Hayato got up, placed the money for the bill and a tip on the table. "Information." She said and left.
Flashback
"Yeah. You ready?" She asked while grabbing her keys.
"Yup." He replied and picked his bag up and went to the exit. "But why do you exercise so late?"
"Because I want to." She said and walked out, locking the door behind her but not before shutting everything off inside.
"Later then, Gokudera!" He said and walked the opposite way when they were at the gate.
Gokudera sighed and headed the other way.
Since her destination was in the same direction as Yamamoto's house, she made a little 'pit stop'.
She walked to the back of the house, making sure no one saw. Resting her gym bag on the ground, she pulled out a pin from the side pocket and positioned it into the lock, twisting and turning. When a 'click' was heard, she stuck the pin in her pocket, slowly opened the door and sharpened her senses.
Opening the door just enough to fit herself in, which wasn't much, she immediately ducked from the sensors that were to the door. Jumping onto one side of the wall then to the next, to get higher, she performed a front flip from four feet in the air and gracefully landed.
'That's they're big security system?' She sighed. 'Then again it's a sushi shop. They're not really known to have a big budget.' Spotting a table with a few keys rounded in a key chain, she grabbed it and headed back the way she came, locking the door behind her. 'I at least thought they'd have security cameras.'
Reaching a hospital, she walked in then in front of the girl's rest-room. She checked the hallway and seeing it was clear, she tilted the door in a bit and peeked. She saw a woman fixing her make-up in front of a mirror. Slowly opening the door just for her body to fit, she ducked down from the mirror's view and hurriedly and quietly slipped into a stall.
Locking the stall, she pulled off her wig and let her hair free. She then undressed herself and pulled out a short, black leather skirt and slipped it on. Got a white under-vest on and a black, leather jacket over. Taking off her sneakers and socks, she slipped into black, leather, 2-inched heeled boots.
She fixed herself and stuffed her former clothes into the bag. Stepping out, she realized the woman gone and walked to the mirror. She took two small make up bags and a large one out and onto the counter. She dressed her face in a light layer of foundation, stained her lips with a velvet and red like lipstick and painted her eyelashes with black mascara. She then took out a hairbrush and straightener. Straightening her hair, she dressed her long, perfect nails in a black colour and packed everything after they were dried.
She pulled out a handbag and stuffed a wallet only containing cash and a new phone.
She walked out of the bathroom and stopped by a storage closet where she hid the gym bag and headed out of the hospital.
"Scotch on the rock with a twist." She ordered to the bartender. As he brought the drink to her, she looked around the bar. Finding what she wanted, she got up, with her drink and to a wealthy looking man on the other side of the bar. "Hi there." She purred and took the empty seat next to the man.
"Why hello~" He sang, eyeing her entirely. Pushing the nerve to roll her eyes back, she continued, taking a sip of her drink.
"Aren't you Gorodo?" She seductively asked.
"So I'm known to such edible women." He commented, a sly smile crossing his lips.
"How can you tell which are before you even taste?" She asked.
"Is that an invitation?"
"Maybe. But before we give up our sleep for the night," She said with a seductive tone. "I need some information." She slowly crossed her legs causing the man opposite her to slick his dry lips.
How was Hayato able to play this off? Well it takes years of practice, concentration and inner puking. Yes, even at this moment, her inner self is creating a pool of the unwanted just by thinking of what she has to display with this guy, or any of the others.
"Then speak." He said with a smirk.
"Tell me what you know about 'The Creaser'."
"Ah. The black market dealer. He's in charge of all drugging potions, medication and recipes." His eyes locking onto her moving, showing legs.
"Do you know of his latest sales?" She said and tilted his head up by his chin using her finger and forced his eyes onto hers, feeling that disgusting lust coursing through him.
"He sold his new million dollar project to the Artiglio famiglia." He said a little robotic.
"What's the project?"
"He doesn't hold a name for it so he gave the responsibility to the Artiglio which they haven't yet either."
"That's all I need then." Looking around the bar, she saw almost all eyes on her being the majority of it male.
She got up and allowed him to follow her to the back, ignoring the whines from the other occupants and to a secluded room, closing the door behind her. Two minutes later she exited, leaving a bleeding, disoriented and possibly brain disordered man on the ground. Also known as her favourite part of her information gathering missions. It's like payback for their lecherous gazes and actions.
She walked back to the bar, paid the bartender for her drink and left.
Not wanting to go through the trouble of changing all over again, she grabbed her bag from the hospital and took a cab home also ignoring all gazes directed to her and wasting her energy by plummeting a paraphilia, almost killing, back into his sleep.
Reaching her apartment, she walked to her bedroom. She started unloading her stuff from her gym bag like her make-up bags and clothes.
Hearing and feeling just a bit of movement outside her apartment, her guard was on high alert but after hearing her lock turn and someone walking in, she felt a bit woozy. About to get her hidden gun from her bedside table's draw, the wooziness turned faint and she felt herself falling but had no control over her body to catch herself. After landing on the fluffiness of her bed, her mind drifted off and the next thing she knew was finding Yamamoto in the kitchen of her apartment.
End of Flashback
Opening the door to her apartment, she realized it completely empty. After cleaning herself up, she walked back to her bedroom and to her desk with her laptop.
Taking one of the sunglasses, the one without a tag, she pulled out a small, little tube from a compartment from inside the glasses. She hooked it in an adapter and input it into the laptop, resulting in a couple of files and coded messages to appear.
After a couple minutes of typing, her eyebrows scrunched in confusion. "That's odd." She whispered to herself. Finally catching on to what was happening, she became more focused and alerted. "What the.." Typing a little more vigorously on the keypad, she sharpened her senses and when something clicked in her mind, in one fluid and swift movement, pulled out a 9mm Beretta with a mounted silencer and aimed it when she turned around.
"What exactly are you." To others, it'd look as if she was a bit in a mental state seeing as she pointed a weapon used to kill millions to nothing. Again, to others, that is.
In plain sight it may be transversed as nothing but to Hayato, there is a; possibly can be stated, ghost or spirit. Knowing full well she can't inflict any kind of damage onto it, it can still be used as a threat if it was an idiot she was dealing with.
"That, I will not quaver to." A male voice sounded out. She tucked the weapon back into her gym bag, knowing from that sentence and his tone; he couldn't be close to on the line of an idiot.
She always leaves a suppressor mounted to her handguns in case she needs to make a quick and silent 'accident'.
"What or who are you." She demanded.
"You will not know unless I willingly disclose." She folded her arms across her chest.
"Why are you interrupting my information." Not caring or just respecting his utterance, she continued.
"That is also something that for this moment, only I will carry." He stated.
"I usually wouldn't give a rat's ass about what people do but when it takes a toll on my business, then I take action. So either leave me alone or read it and weep."
"I have something I must do and it involves your work, therefore I have no desire to cease my actions."
Just as Hayato was about to grab her gym bag, she heard a call of her name. She realized the 'man' was not talking so she closed her laptop and left the bedroom.
Walking out, she saw Etsu going to the kitchen. "What are you doing?" She asked.
"Oh, there you are." He said and walked to her with a bottle of coke in his hand. "I-uhh.. need your help with something." She raised an eyebrow as a signal for him to continue.
"Well.. there's this girl I like from school. She's really pretty and nice. I.. um.. asked her.. on a date for next Saturday but grandma doesn't want me to go out alone..." He blushed and kept on with a mumbling and slow tone. "At night w-with a girl so I asked her if the house was okay and she said if only someone is there with us since she'd be out then. Soo.. would you please do it?" He pleaded with both hands holding the bottle in a praying way and to the front of his face.
Hayato chuckled a bit. "Sure." After hearing her response, he perked up and immediately hugged her, thanking her too much to count.
"Thank you! But there's one more thing." He said and released her. "I don't want her to know that I'm being chaperoned, so can you be my server instead PLEASSEE!"
Though it earned him another chuckle. "Yeah, sure."
"Thank you guys soo much!" He said and 'glomped' her once more though was separated when she gently pulled him back.
"'Guys'?" She questioned.
"Oh, right. Did I forget to mention?" He said a little nervous. "I asked Takeshi-nii too."
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Anyway, at first I decided to stop it here but choose to continue and then went back to the first figuring it'd take too much time and you guys would've gotten the update late.
Whew, first time writing fight scenes. Hope it was understandable enough. One more thing, I have NO, ABSOLUTELY NO fashion sense so if the outfit was.. weird or something, please.. forgive me... ^^"
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