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Prologue

* fukkatsu

 

 

 

 

 

What kind of sense has all of this?

 

Bubbles slowly made their way to the water surface.

 

Why are we here?

 

Oxygen fled from a corner of his slightly parted mouth.

 

Do we exist for the purpose of others?

 

Black hair hovered in the water, circling his little head like a dangerous halo.

 

Is this a cruel experiment?

 

A finger twitched, a hand rose up a few inches.

 

“You can wake up now.”

 

Is someone able to answer our questions?

 

Unnatural eyes opened a little, staring under black lashes at five persons who invaded his solitude.

 

Or are we just played with from the start?

 

“Welcome to life”, a man in a white coat said, his wrinkled hand fixed frameless glasses on his nose.

 

Why am I?

 

 

 

 

Black clouds tried to push against the crescent moon with fiery enthusiasm. It never came to mind that they could not reach it, no matter how many times they acted on their instinct.

It was silent at this time of night. Nobody sane and overworked wanted to be in the business district after midnight. Against common knowledge, the security of Okamura Incorporated was not that tight in the way too early morning. The last shift before the day officially began was beyond the intoxicating effect of caffeine and tried their hardest to stay awake, wishing for more uncomfortable chairs to help their desirers.

“I'm internally begging for my bed, and you?”, one of the security staff looked with faint interest in the general direction of his co-worker.

“Shut up”, the other man groaned, “Don't you see I'm sleeping?” He stretched a bit and glanced at the big clock ticking away on the wall. “Three hours and I'm out of here, that's for sure.”

“Lucky bastard!”, the first laughed and yawned loudly. “You have your caring wife who makes you breakfast.”

“You know, I would always trade my caring wife's cooking for your delicious microwaved food.” He brought his attention to the six monitors sitting in front of them. Everything was normal. Just three hours left, he thought. Just three hours.

 

 

 

Just this little red cable needs to go into, she thought and stuck her tongue halfway out of her mouth. Said cable was cooperative for once and moved into the slot easy enough. Her intercom came suddenly to life with a shrill, making her flinch for a moment.

“Hey, Rie, you okay?” The connection was fuzzy and she strained to hear the pleasant voice.

“These headsets are shit.”, she simply said and brushed light brown hair out of her face. “Other than that, I'm done placing the explosives.”

A few seconds of annoying static passed before she got a response. “Okay, come to the roof. I'm shutting off the electricity now.”

Sticking to the spoken words, the dim light over her went off without so much as a sound. The woman stood up after getting the tools back on her belt and brushed the dust off her pants. She adjusted her top and ran around a corner and up the first fly of stairs. She noticed briefly how the moon reflected on the high windows next to her. This was nice. A fairly easy job almost done, Chess surely had bought some fresh bagels for breakfast and after that, Rie grinned to herself, bedtime.

She already could see the metal door and increased her speed. Calculating the time her brother would arrive on top of the building, Rie opened the last obstacle and shivered slightly when cold wind hit her.

“Took you long enough”, a voice said next to her.

The woman rolled her eyes. “I'm so sorry.” She pressed her hands against her heart dramatically. “Can you forgive me one last time?”

 

 

“What's going on?!”, the security staff cried in unison when the light and the monitors shut off. The younger one scrambled to his feet and fumbled with the telephone.

“Dead.” Concern was written over his face.

“I'm going outside and you check the floors!”, the older man ordered and felt for his gun.

 

 

A sword collided with the side of a body. His arm vibrated as he prepared himself for the next blow. Missed. His opponent jumped up and made a roundhouse kick. He smashed his arm against the oncoming leg and took the sword into his left hand. The white haired creature in front of him grinned. He thrust the weapon forward but only made a deep cut along the ribs of his enemy.

 

 

“Jun should be here in a minute or so.” He scratched his head and yawned slightly, the adrenaline of the night wearing off.

Rie grunted in response. “I need to get the washing machine ready when we get home.”, she thought loudly and leaned closer to her partner, sniffing. “And your clothes are so going into it.”, she added with a wrinkled nose.

The man sighed. “Women”, he mumbled.

“Atsushi”, Rie said with a warning but his attention was far away. On the next building, she noticed after following his gaze. “What the…”

“I would say, we have company.” Atsushi's hand moved to his holster, ready to get the magnum out if necessary.

 

 

His blue eyes flashed in anger when the white haired man jumped down the side of the building onto a lower roof. He took off after him and landed in a crouch, his coat stirring up dust. He straightened the next instant, whirled around and struck his enemy with his arm across the snickering face.

“Mammon”, he growled. The white head crashed into the floor, making a dent in the concrete. He readied the katana again but was not prepared for the hand that circled his boot and threw him over the edge of the roof.

“Fuck”, he hissed and pushed the sword into the building. The movement produced a long gash but slowed his fall into standstill. His mind worked in a frenzy before he decided what to do next. He placed his feet against the building and pulled out his trustful katana, making a back flip down a window pane. His, now controlled, flight ended upon a high streetlight and he jumped up again.

Mammon grinned to himself and stood proudly on the edge, observing how his black haired opponent rushed to him again. “This will be your last flight, Shiro”, he whispered, turned around and kicked the man into the stomach the moment he was on his level, smiling when he saw how the enemy crashed into another building forty feet away from him. Only after seconds he felt the sword which was run through his leg. With a hiss he pulled it out and threw it away.

Meanwhile, Shiro clung to a windowsill, looking down. Thankfully, he was not so high, he would survive it, the man thought as he let go of his hold.

 

Atsushi and Rie ran to the low brickwork that surrounded the roof and gazed down in shock.

“What in fucking hell is this?”, the man could not help but yell as he watched the dark haired man landing on the grass. His gaze wandered to the white guy standing on the neighbour structure. Or the place he was supposed to be in. Atsushi looked around, his mind almost hysteric. “Where..?”, he began but was cut off when fingers closed around his neck.

“Atsushi!” Rie's mind went blank as two light yellow orbs stared at her scornfully. Her body worked automatically the moment she pulled the gun out of her holster and aimed at the grinning man with short white hair holding her partner a few inches up in the air. “Let him go!”

 

Shiro looked up in horror. His head came up with colourful curses as he saw how Mammon moved closer to the edge, hostage in one hand.

Without thinking he ran to the building side and started to climb up but suddenly a shot rang through the silent night.

“Stop”, a man yelled and he turned around, coming face to face with the barrel of a quivering gun. “Move and I'll shoot your head off!”

 

Mammon started, seemingly confused by the sound, and let go of his struggling victim. With a scream the young man tried to cling to the white clad arm and scratched unintentionally. His right foot felt for the concrete of the roof in a vague attempt at saving himself but slid and another deaf scream hung on his lips as he fell down.

“Atsushi!” Rie broke into hysterics and pulled the trigger. The bullet went straight through Mammon`s neck, blood spilling out of his mouth. She shot again and again until he broke down and hit the ground. The woman bent over the brickwork. “Atsushi!”, she cried.

 

The black haired man moved his leg, the guard paralyzed by the events and smashed the security's face into the concrete. His gaze wandered up. The man named Atsushi rushed to the earth. Shiro ran a few feet, turned and cleared the distance again, moving up the building to the first window, pushing himself away and spread his arms out.

Atsushi became dizzy from the fall, he never knew what hit him when he crashed into another body.

 

Rie's eyes widened to an extreme extent as she followed the situation. Only now she noticed the engine of a helicopter. She whirled around and saw how the flying object came to the ground gracefully. The woman turned, looking out for her partner who now lay on the ground most likely unconscious. “Jun!”, she cried out but he signalled her to get aboard.

“But…”, the whisper left her mouth, mind fighting with heart. Nonetheless Rie ran to the helicopter and got in. “You can't leave him here!”, she cried out.

Jun frowned and shook his head, ready to take off again. “Rie, listen to me! We get him out of this shit, okay?”

“Yeah, we get out his cold dead body!” Tears were running down her cheeks as her brother looked helplessly to her. With a twist of his wrist, the helicopter hovered and went up.

 

 

The brown cloud of earth, grass and dust around them faded, leaving them visible in a small dent in the ground.

Shiro grunted and tried to move the body over him. Dead weight, he thought when suddenly the man on him groaned.

“Oh God…” The brown haired guy was older than him by a few years, Shiro noticed, as he held his head.

“You okay?”, Shiro asked carefully and stretched his sore back muscles. The impact had been hard but he took most of it. He hoped so, at least.

“Where..?” His voice was hoarse and his head hurt like he had been run over by a truck.

“In relative safety.”, Shiro answered and got up, helping the dizzied man. “Can you walk?”

Atsushi's vision cleared somewhat and his eyes wandered to his saviour. “Who…” This moment his lungs decided to go into a coughing fit. He doubled over, feeling a hand awkwardly rubbing his back shortly afterwards.

“I'm on your side, trust me.”

The brownhaired male clenched his head again after the coughing stopped. “How can I possibly trust you?”

“Because I just saved your life?”, came the dry reply. “Besides, we work for the same company.”

Atsushi started at this and straightened his posture as much as he could. “What were you doing..? Oh shit!”, he cried. “The bombs will go off every moment now!”

Shiro's eyes widened. Without wasting precious seconds, he shouldered his cursing colleague and took off.

 

 

 

Mammon slowly got up. He laughed silently as he wrenched out a bullet. “You can't defeat me, Shiro.”

The explosives blew up and ripped the building apart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

* fukkatsu jap. resurrection