Post by Fallen Hours™ on Oct 16, 2009 5:10:01 GMT -5
[Note: With this story, the song 'Breaking the Habit' by Linkin Park is a good theme song for it. This serves as a sort of Prologue for the actual story, by the way.]
Begin || Funny Games
BZZZ...BZZZ...BZZZ
Hello? This is Tsukiko. How can I help you?
Tsukiko? It's Bracken. This is a business call.
Oh.. Oh dear. Is something wrong?
Yes, something is wrong. Assassins are cracking underneath pressure and being brought home useless just trying to find the Raiken dogs I informed you about earlier. The Council and I deliberated and we are going to send the best in; you.
Hm... Does that mean I have to cancel my plans for tea?
*Long silence*
... Who are you having tea with?
A nice man you don't need to know about. His name's Fiyero.
. . . You go to Starfall immediately after tea. Is that clear?
Crystal, sir.
BEEP...BEEP...BEEP
Tsukiko snapped her cellphone close and performed a reverent pull on her cigarette. She glanced back at Fiyero with a lazy arrogance that the people had come to despise and had learned the terror it brought. Fiyero was sitting on the wooden chair; his hands bound tightly with thick, unbreakable rope. Too tight. He had his lips sewn together incredibly neatly so that if he screamed it would only bring pain and, finally, a series of painful lacerations and cuts shading his form a brilliant crimson. That crimson also blanketed the stiletto that she pulled quickly back out next, so hastily stashed before Bracken had rung her. Yukiko snarled at the man, throttling the back of the chair and swiftly bringing him back to consciousness.
"It seems I have clothes shopping I need to get to. And since you fainted, I'm going to have to punish you." The bloody, mangled thing that may have been a man was positively terrified of her and it showed in his eyes; those orbs a gold tainted with black. A black that she had put there, in these numerous hours they had been here. "Let's make this as quick as possible, shall we? I want to collect my payment before the day is out and if you decide to keep me from what I have earned, I am going to bring you back as a Shadow, hang you by your heels and skin you alive; If that makes sense."
And then Tsukiko Yasu flicked the cigarette away into a pool of odd, dark liquid and got to work.
/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/
Two hours and fourty five minutes later, the silver tressed bombshell left the abandoned warehouse looking like she was fresh out of a spa. The massive snowy Yukiko loped beside her, seeming ever so much more cautious and on edge then her partner did. Those wolven, emerald hues absorbed everything and revealed nothing. Nothing at all. Tsukiko looked slightly off, though, compared to her usual self. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun and compared to the usual hair. And if someone payed close attention they would see tiny, miniscule drops of blood clinging to her hair.
Tsukiko couldn't clean up perfectly, though she did a **** good job at it. It had taken years of practicing to get it to such an extent, but she didn't mind working hard. She never had. Tsukiko had lit another cigarette, needing this to relax her nerves. It was a bad habit picked up at a bad time, but it didn't affect the Druid like it would a human. It was one of the many... "perks" ...of her race. If you wanted to call them perks.
After so long, Tsukiko herself had no idea about why she fought. Or why she felt such pleasure from watching the life stream out of others in a stream of sticky liquid. But it made her feel stronger and it made her feel like she could really survive in such a horrid world; in such a midnight black Capital. The place she lived in now... It changed people when they came here. And they never changed back. For the good or bad? It varied depending upon the individual. Tsukiko had lived here her whole life, so it had no affect on her but despite her attempts to ward people away... They still came. They would always come. And Tsukiko would always feel at fault because eventually, she would kill one of them. Even if she didn't know that that particular person was a person who had been affected by this world... She knew that numerous targets - in the past and the future - would be people who had been once innocent.
That was fun, Tsukiko thought to herself - an amused smile quirking across her features. I wonder how much fun you'll give me, Raiken dog. I like a challenge... Though I honestly doubt you'll be one.
"So, Yuki... What do you think of all this?"
End || Funny Games
Begin || Funny Games
BZZZ...BZZZ...BZZZ
Hello? This is Tsukiko. How can I help you?
Tsukiko? It's Bracken. This is a business call.
Oh.. Oh dear. Is something wrong?
Yes, something is wrong. Assassins are cracking underneath pressure and being brought home useless just trying to find the Raiken dogs I informed you about earlier. The Council and I deliberated and we are going to send the best in; you.
Hm... Does that mean I have to cancel my plans for tea?
*Long silence*
... Who are you having tea with?
A nice man you don't need to know about. His name's Fiyero.
. . . You go to Starfall immediately after tea. Is that clear?
Crystal, sir.
BEEP...BEEP...BEEP
Tsukiko snapped her cellphone close and performed a reverent pull on her cigarette. She glanced back at Fiyero with a lazy arrogance that the people had come to despise and had learned the terror it brought. Fiyero was sitting on the wooden chair; his hands bound tightly with thick, unbreakable rope. Too tight. He had his lips sewn together incredibly neatly so that if he screamed it would only bring pain and, finally, a series of painful lacerations and cuts shading his form a brilliant crimson. That crimson also blanketed the stiletto that she pulled quickly back out next, so hastily stashed before Bracken had rung her. Yukiko snarled at the man, throttling the back of the chair and swiftly bringing him back to consciousness.
"It seems I have clothes shopping I need to get to. And since you fainted, I'm going to have to punish you." The bloody, mangled thing that may have been a man was positively terrified of her and it showed in his eyes; those orbs a gold tainted with black. A black that she had put there, in these numerous hours they had been here. "Let's make this as quick as possible, shall we? I want to collect my payment before the day is out and if you decide to keep me from what I have earned, I am going to bring you back as a Shadow, hang you by your heels and skin you alive; If that makes sense."
And then Tsukiko Yasu flicked the cigarette away into a pool of odd, dark liquid and got to work.
/-/-/-/-/-/-/-/
Two hours and fourty five minutes later, the silver tressed bombshell left the abandoned warehouse looking like she was fresh out of a spa. The massive snowy Yukiko loped beside her, seeming ever so much more cautious and on edge then her partner did. Those wolven, emerald hues absorbed everything and revealed nothing. Nothing at all. Tsukiko looked slightly off, though, compared to her usual self. Her hair was pulled back in a messy bun and compared to the usual hair. And if someone payed close attention they would see tiny, miniscule drops of blood clinging to her hair.
Tsukiko couldn't clean up perfectly, though she did a **** good job at it. It had taken years of practicing to get it to such an extent, but she didn't mind working hard. She never had. Tsukiko had lit another cigarette, needing this to relax her nerves. It was a bad habit picked up at a bad time, but it didn't affect the Druid like it would a human. It was one of the many... "perks" ...of her race. If you wanted to call them perks.
After so long, Tsukiko herself had no idea about why she fought. Or why she felt such pleasure from watching the life stream out of others in a stream of sticky liquid. But it made her feel stronger and it made her feel like she could really survive in such a horrid world; in such a midnight black Capital. The place she lived in now... It changed people when they came here. And they never changed back. For the good or bad? It varied depending upon the individual. Tsukiko had lived here her whole life, so it had no affect on her but despite her attempts to ward people away... They still came. They would always come. And Tsukiko would always feel at fault because eventually, she would kill one of them. Even if she didn't know that that particular person was a person who had been affected by this world... She knew that numerous targets - in the past and the future - would be people who had been once innocent.
That was fun, Tsukiko thought to herself - an amused smile quirking across her features. I wonder how much fun you'll give me, Raiken dog. I like a challenge... Though I honestly doubt you'll be one.
"So, Yuki... What do you think of all this?"
End || Funny Games