Fan Fiction ❯ Hoshi Dormitory ❯ Amaya Dear Has Issues ( Chapter 3 )
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By: FujiwaraNanashi 
And thus we see what little occurances happen every day in the lives of the Hoshi Dormitory residents.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.14.2004 | Updated On: 07.30.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 200 | Status: Completed
And thus we see what little occurances happen every day in the lives of the Hoshi Dormitory residents.
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Romance / Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 08.14.2004 | Updated On: 07.30.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.4K | Visits: 200 | Status: Completed
Disclaimer: The characters are mine. All mine. Take them and I will pry out your eyes with a spork and then cut off your tongue with rusty scissors.
Chapter 3
Amaya Dear Has Issues
“Hey, I’m leaving! See you guys! So long, farewell... You know the drill and I don’t got to lock up tonight!” Amaya grinned, saying goodbye to the regulars who frequented the bar she worked at. Generally she’d be staying until lock up until 2 am on Fridays, but today she got let go early. Walking down the street on the way back to the dormitory, she wasn’t too worried about anything happening to her. She’d been walking home many times later then it was many times before, though there always was something scary about walking alone in the dark, though her catlike eyes could see perfectly no matter how little light the moon gave off.
It was abnormally quiet for the time of night on a street on a collage town, eerily so. It made her nervous. There were things that she didn’t want to get a hold of her and though they’d never tried at that particular location it seemed highly likely that night. Sure enough a black van made it’s way down the road and fallowed her. Speeding up it kept on fallowing her. That was when the door opened up and several men jumped out. “Come with us easy girl, we want you alive and unharmed if possible.” the ring leader of the thugs said. She knew who he was, he’d tried to take her before.
Walking up to them, appearing as though she’d given up, she lifted her head and smiled. “Over my dead body, dumbass.”flicking out a hand of metal cat claws she got the leader across the face and took off running as fast as her legs could carry her. It was going to be a long night.
The leader held a hand to his bloody cheek and growled, “Someone get a hold of that freak and we need her alive.” He’d dealt with her on several occasions, even when she was a child. The cat cyborg was always escaping from the company’s grasp it seemed. They had done a great deal of things to her in order to keep her at bay, yet they never worked. He’d known from the beginning that the company was over it’s head and it would be their downfall.
“Yes, Mr. Rivers.” one said going after her. It was about time that someone did. For being genetically altered, it certainly didn’t help their intelligence in any way. The thug running after her, caught up and pulled out a knife. “Here, kitty, kitty.” Perhaps if he did the job right, he’d land himself a promotion.
Amaya though out of breath continued running and managed a comeback. “I’m not a kitty, sweetheart. I’m a cyborg.” Taking her tail she knocked the knife out of his hand. So much for them wanting her unharmed. As she tried to move her tail out of the way before the man would damage it, it was grabbed and yanked, causing her to hiss painfully. There was a vast amount of equipment in the sensitive tail and yanking it caused her to fall in mid run, skinning her hands and legs on concrete. That night apparently wasn’t the best to be wearing a skirt.
“You’re mine now.” the henchman thug-boy laughed, pulling out gadget that looked like one of the collars used to catch stray animals. Pressing a button it extended to full length and Amaya tried to get up, to get away, but the collar like instrument was already around her neck and tightened. She was screwed, she thought, as she felt the collar giving her a jolt of some sort, making her fall back down. “I just so got a promotion!” the guy said to himself haughtily.
“That’s a petty because I highly doubt you’ll live to get it.” came a familiar voice, from the shadows of the dark night. Stepping into better view, there were red eyes glowing evilly. “I thought you might want assistance.” she said to Amaya, whom was helpless on the ground. What she’d do for people she knew. It was bound to cause her trouble later, making her job even more difficult for her, though he never even would have known anything wrong, if she had not been on her way home from it.
The man who was slightly startled by the creature that had seemingly raised from the shadows announcing his death, looking like the angel of death herself, fumbled for his gun, pulling it out and shooting the being several times, to see it not falter once. “What are you...?”
Taking out a sword, that was at her side, she figured it be the most efficient way to kill the man. He was, after all, genetically altered and it was unlikely a gun would have much effect. “I’m your death.” with that she unsheathed her katana and sliced him threw, though he’d managed to get another shot into her before he dropped. He’d be conscious for several more moments, unfortunate for him. “Gods, let’s go before they get here.” she muttered, scooping up Amaya with a wince. The gunshot wounds were most defiantly going to hurt her in the morning.
As Mr. Rivers and co. came to the scene most of his men were surprised, though he himself was not. There were some things in the world people didn’t even believe existed, when in reality they were very real and could easily out do anything that was made artificially. This was one of those things, one of the things the company he worked for wanted to make humans become, though he was most defiantly sure that once they’d obtained their immorality, they’d find themselves had made a grave mistake. Seeing his men growing fearful that whatever had taken out their comrade so easily would come back, he ordered, “Come on guys, there’s nothing more we can do tonight. Let’s clean up the mess and go home.”
Seeing her rescuer getting them both away quickly as possible, Amaya managed to mutter a small, “Thanks, boss. I owe you.” the woman had gotten her out of more tight spots than she could remember or would like to remember. She needed a drink. Things like that always brought up the memories best forgotten.
“Amaya. If you paid me back with pennies for each time you owed me, I’d have a few extra million in my bank account.” As they’d reached the dorm, she was aware of herself bleeding. Good thing she’d just gotten a new first aid kit. One could never have enough of those. Opening Amaya’s room, she set the girl on her couch, sure whatever they’d stunned her with would wear off soon.
Amaya smirked, taking the bottle of alcohol she’d left by her couch and drinking it. “The sad part is you’re probably right. Now I’m gonna have to look after this dorm forever aren’t I?” Though she did get paid a little for it, she was more then slightly indebted to her boss and would work at the dorm as long as needed, though no one else knew of the arrangement, which was good. There would be many things better left unknown revealed if it were.
“Maybe.” her boss muttered, walking out of the room and up a flight of stairs. It had been a long night. Longer than she’d expected and was bleeding from the stomach in two places, one in the chest, and arm in one. It bloody hurt, too.
Sen, who was sitting in the hallway in front of his room studying, because it was quiet for once heard someone come up the stairs. Apparently one of his neighbors had decided to turn in for the night or morning, which ever, it being 1 am. Looking up he was stunned. Never before had he seen such a bloody mess, which walked passed him and into a room, leaving a trail of blood behind. “Gabriel?!”
Chapter 3
Amaya Dear Has Issues
“Hey, I’m leaving! See you guys! So long, farewell... You know the drill and I don’t got to lock up tonight!” Amaya grinned, saying goodbye to the regulars who frequented the bar she worked at. Generally she’d be staying until lock up until 2 am on Fridays, but today she got let go early. Walking down the street on the way back to the dormitory, she wasn’t too worried about anything happening to her. She’d been walking home many times later then it was many times before, though there always was something scary about walking alone in the dark, though her catlike eyes could see perfectly no matter how little light the moon gave off.
It was abnormally quiet for the time of night on a street on a collage town, eerily so. It made her nervous. There were things that she didn’t want to get a hold of her and though they’d never tried at that particular location it seemed highly likely that night. Sure enough a black van made it’s way down the road and fallowed her. Speeding up it kept on fallowing her. That was when the door opened up and several men jumped out. “Come with us easy girl, we want you alive and unharmed if possible.” the ring leader of the thugs said. She knew who he was, he’d tried to take her before.
Walking up to them, appearing as though she’d given up, she lifted her head and smiled. “Over my dead body, dumbass.”flicking out a hand of metal cat claws she got the leader across the face and took off running as fast as her legs could carry her. It was going to be a long night.
The leader held a hand to his bloody cheek and growled, “Someone get a hold of that freak and we need her alive.” He’d dealt with her on several occasions, even when she was a child. The cat cyborg was always escaping from the company’s grasp it seemed. They had done a great deal of things to her in order to keep her at bay, yet they never worked. He’d known from the beginning that the company was over it’s head and it would be their downfall.
“Yes, Mr. Rivers.” one said going after her. It was about time that someone did. For being genetically altered, it certainly didn’t help their intelligence in any way. The thug running after her, caught up and pulled out a knife. “Here, kitty, kitty.” Perhaps if he did the job right, he’d land himself a promotion.
Amaya though out of breath continued running and managed a comeback. “I’m not a kitty, sweetheart. I’m a cyborg.” Taking her tail she knocked the knife out of his hand. So much for them wanting her unharmed. As she tried to move her tail out of the way before the man would damage it, it was grabbed and yanked, causing her to hiss painfully. There was a vast amount of equipment in the sensitive tail and yanking it caused her to fall in mid run, skinning her hands and legs on concrete. That night apparently wasn’t the best to be wearing a skirt.
“You’re mine now.” the henchman thug-boy laughed, pulling out gadget that looked like one of the collars used to catch stray animals. Pressing a button it extended to full length and Amaya tried to get up, to get away, but the collar like instrument was already around her neck and tightened. She was screwed, she thought, as she felt the collar giving her a jolt of some sort, making her fall back down. “I just so got a promotion!” the guy said to himself haughtily.
“That’s a petty because I highly doubt you’ll live to get it.” came a familiar voice, from the shadows of the dark night. Stepping into better view, there were red eyes glowing evilly. “I thought you might want assistance.” she said to Amaya, whom was helpless on the ground. What she’d do for people she knew. It was bound to cause her trouble later, making her job even more difficult for her, though he never even would have known anything wrong, if she had not been on her way home from it.
The man who was slightly startled by the creature that had seemingly raised from the shadows announcing his death, looking like the angel of death herself, fumbled for his gun, pulling it out and shooting the being several times, to see it not falter once. “What are you...?”
Taking out a sword, that was at her side, she figured it be the most efficient way to kill the man. He was, after all, genetically altered and it was unlikely a gun would have much effect. “I’m your death.” with that she unsheathed her katana and sliced him threw, though he’d managed to get another shot into her before he dropped. He’d be conscious for several more moments, unfortunate for him. “Gods, let’s go before they get here.” she muttered, scooping up Amaya with a wince. The gunshot wounds were most defiantly going to hurt her in the morning.
As Mr. Rivers and co. came to the scene most of his men were surprised, though he himself was not. There were some things in the world people didn’t even believe existed, when in reality they were very real and could easily out do anything that was made artificially. This was one of those things, one of the things the company he worked for wanted to make humans become, though he was most defiantly sure that once they’d obtained their immorality, they’d find themselves had made a grave mistake. Seeing his men growing fearful that whatever had taken out their comrade so easily would come back, he ordered, “Come on guys, there’s nothing more we can do tonight. Let’s clean up the mess and go home.”
Seeing her rescuer getting them both away quickly as possible, Amaya managed to mutter a small, “Thanks, boss. I owe you.” the woman had gotten her out of more tight spots than she could remember or would like to remember. She needed a drink. Things like that always brought up the memories best forgotten.
“Amaya. If you paid me back with pennies for each time you owed me, I’d have a few extra million in my bank account.” As they’d reached the dorm, she was aware of herself bleeding. Good thing she’d just gotten a new first aid kit. One could never have enough of those. Opening Amaya’s room, she set the girl on her couch, sure whatever they’d stunned her with would wear off soon.
Amaya smirked, taking the bottle of alcohol she’d left by her couch and drinking it. “The sad part is you’re probably right. Now I’m gonna have to look after this dorm forever aren’t I?” Though she did get paid a little for it, she was more then slightly indebted to her boss and would work at the dorm as long as needed, though no one else knew of the arrangement, which was good. There would be many things better left unknown revealed if it were.
“Maybe.” her boss muttered, walking out of the room and up a flight of stairs. It had been a long night. Longer than she’d expected and was bleeding from the stomach in two places, one in the chest, and arm in one. It bloody hurt, too.
Sen, who was sitting in the hallway in front of his room studying, because it was quiet for once heard someone come up the stairs. Apparently one of his neighbors had decided to turn in for the night or morning, which ever, it being 1 am. Looking up he was stunned. Never before had he seen such a bloody mess, which walked passed him and into a room, leaving a trail of blood behind. “Gabriel?!”