Princess Mononoke Fan Fiction ❯ Speed Prodigy ❯ Abrupt ( Chapter 7 )

Abrupt

 

She stood over the other side of a flowing river. She stared at him. He stared back. Their eyes met each other's, as her lips moist with wolf blood and the wind brush pass his face. But then she turned her back as she rode away on a giant wolf. Sudden images in the murky night and fiery explosions came with wooden splinters came, with his own voice echoing and echoing…

“No wait!”

 

The alarm clock bleeped once again to wake up the human from his sleep. Ashitaka turned his head towards the window where he forgot to close the blinds last night. His hair was messy and wavy as he turned his head to look at the time of 6:30 AM; the morning moan commenced once again when he rubbed his right hand over his face, before he then had the strength to pull himself off his bed and massage his neck.

The alarm clock also woke up the punk girl as she rubbed her head and yawned quite loudly. Her purple-flamed boots were planted near the side of her bed, and the towel was neatly hanging off a balcony near her. She then heard the floor creaking in the main room when the Major was making his way silently to the bathroom. She peered slowly round the frames of the doors, where she saw Ashitaka's tanned, spotless back showing in front of her eyes. She flicked her head back round and scolded at herself; trying to block out the lust of sweating desire, but curiosity was what craved her to look at the gorgeous Major once more. Once again, she looked around, and saw the bathroom door half-closed, with glimpses of Ashitaka appearing there and then continuously. She gently bit her bottom lip when she saw the Major untied his trousers to see his athletic thighs. She couldn't bare it any longer, and by overall she turned her full body away from the easy access of seeing the Major naked whilst being wet and steamed by the hot rain of the shower head. The girl continued to disbelieve in yearn for sex appeal, yet it seemed so difficult to deny, she knew that he was still a stranger. And besides, now wasn't the time to be worrying about desire, all she wanted was absolution from the cause of her friend's death, one way to be free is through revenge.

 

30 minutes later, Ashitaka came out from the bathroom with a new dark blue tight top and beige combat trouser, as well as rubbing his hair against a towel drying off the tiny droplets of dew hanging off from his tips. He then stopped in the middle of his bedroom/kitchen, and heard a few creaks coming from the spare room. He hung his towel on a small balcony that also hung small tea towels, and opened a plain plastic chair that was placed near a small rounded table enough for two people to sit near by, and went up to the cupboards.

“You must have breakfast some time you know.”
“Goddamn it.” The girl cussed under her breath and leaned her head at the back of the wall, as then she reluctantly reached up onto her feet and walked out of the room to look at the freshly-dewed Major.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning back.” She replied in a low irritable voice.

“What would you like for breakfast?”
“I don't mind, I never really have breakfast.”
“Hm, I'm the same.” He continued to search through the cupboards, until he came across with a `ready-in-2-minutes' rice bag.

“I can cook you some rice if you want.”

“Like I said; I don't mind.” She sighed out heavily, whilst Ashitaka looked back at her with pity.

“Look I understand why you don't like staying here, but it's the only way I can be 100% certain that you would stay live. An assassin was clarified to kill you last night; who knows another one would come and get you again. Someone obviously wants you dead, and it is my task to keep you alive.”
“What for? For what purpose? Answer me. Answer me with a very good response.” Ashitaka looked down at himself for a moment; she actually struck him a little. Why must he protect her? For what cause?
“There's a microwave near the towels, you can heat up the rice in two minutes.” He placed the packet onto the middle of the table and walked over to sit on his bed as he drew on his shin-length boots and strapped them with Velcro.

“You didn't answer my question.” The girl refused to let the question slide, but the Major then drew on his light cerulean jacket, as he then wore on his fingerless gloves and his bike helmet.

“I will find the answer, only if you answer MY question.”
“And that is?” He walked over to the front door as he unlocked it with his key. He opened it slightly and then looked over his shoulder.

“What must I do to gain your trust so you can tell me your name?” The girl kept quiet for a few moments, just after Ashitaka went out from building, she still looked down upon the rice packet and sighed deeply.

 

Back over at the police bureau, Ashitaka reached up onto the top level of the building of Sector 7, and walked over to Yuka's office, where the room was usually quite shadowed and plastered with pale light. He seemed bizarrely cheerful as she showed off her smile with her juicy pink lips and her succulent purple-grape hair, along with her standard scarlet uniform with a black tie and a white blouse, and a pair of shiny black shoes with thick high heels at the back.

“Major Kaneshiro! I'm so pleased to see you this morning. I couldn't help with the waiting so I decided to come in early with the delivery and been waiting for the first person from our sector to come in!”
“What has been delivered?”
“Come with me then.”

 

They were then entered into another room, where it appeared to be another computer extent area, only more advanced than 2D screenings. It had a naked mechanical chair with the wires and the metal covered with a silver steel layer. The wires however at the bottom were then neatly bound together leading up to a massive electrical plug socket. And around the sides were the usual and original computers. Yuka stood boldly in front of the chair looking up with glee, with the Major looking a little confused with the new device, but then gasped a little when a flicker of memory reoccurred in a flash.

“Is that what I think it is?”
“That's right Major. I had just received news on the results of the biological mechanic examination. The test I ran it on was only a prototype, but the program was designed to evaluate every single subject's sync ratio, and checks which opponent is most adaptive to the apparatus. And the boards chose me! They chose me to carry out objectives of surfing through net! So you're looking at the first official cyber transmitter, created for various purposes, including combat sequences.”
“I'm impressed. I'm guessing you're the first woman to ever complete such an examination, what's the certification for this appliance?”
“All I have to do is search through cyberspace, trying to find and destroy harmful hacking viruses that can lead up to illegal conspiracy.”

“Does the head know about this yet?”
“He's still waiting for the results, but I'll tell him when he comes in. I still can't believe it though. Me; a federal constable of Sector 7, leading the first internet police act that the board will commence today!”
“Congratulations.” Her witty delighted voice made her squeal inside like a little girl on Christmas Day when she rapidly rips away the golden wrappers, to reveal what she had been craving the most.

“Why thank you very much Major; I can't wait to try it out later on.”
“Well I would love seeing you perform it, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to miss out on that.”

“Huh? Why?”
“I'm going to ask the head if I can cut my inputs into half days; the girl who was plotted for assassination has been put under my care, and I shouldn't be leaving her long.”
“That's not like you bringing strangers into your home.”
“She's not a complete stranger.”
“Oh no, that's right; she's a hacker.”
“From what I've seen recently, I haven't seen her tapping into any electrical devices around my apartment.”
“Don't take her too easily though.”
“I know that Yuka, but she doesn't seem…that cynical or tough towards me.”
“Of course not, you're Major Kaneshiro; the big bad-ass cop (!)”

“Hmm…is that what you think of me?” The Major looked down to his side for a moment.

“Sometimes, but you're such a cool guy in the end.” There was a small silence, when then the sunshine started to spread its butter light across the floor as they both turned to the sun rising over the peak of the mountainous skylines.

“Oh, and I kind of need a favor from you too.”
“Oh?”
“Is it possible that I can borrow some of your clothes? The girl over at the flat needs some new ones since hers might be dirty, besides you look like her size.”
“Uh, sure, let me just get down to my car; I always keep a backpack of some clothes and underwear just in case.” As Yuka walked her way out of the room but stopped in the middle of the doorway.

“Just in case for what?”
“A feminine emergency like yours.” She smiled back as she headed back down from the elevator shaft and went outside. Ashitaka waited in the room and had a small stare at the cyber transmitter, until he then heard the sound of Sono's voice chatting away on his way up. He immediately headed outside of the room to meet up with the Sergeant.

“Sergeant.”
“Major.” They both greeted each other formally before they were then walking with each other side by side on their way to their Head's office.

“So…how is the Princess Mononoke finding her way around your home?”
“Everything's fine Sono, but I'm going to ask the Head if I can cut my days shorter; I shouldn't be leaving her on her own too long. Which then means, I ask YOU a favor?”
“Oh? And let me guess, you want me to investigate deeper in the matter of the Hustler by working closer with Yuka, not to mention keeping an eye on Chisato's commotions.”
“That reminds me; I told him that we were going to have a long talk between the pair of us.”
“I see, well, if you're gonna take some time off of work, then at least tell what's been happening.”
“Happening?”
“You know, between you and the girl.”
“Nothing is going on between us.”
“Oh sure, you say that now, but in a couple of days, you two will be waking up in the same bed.” Ashitaka then firmly pressed his left palm out onto Sono's chest, as he stopped and turned a stern face upon Sono's.
“I will NOT…have any sexual contact between me and the girl. Got it?”
“Ashitaka…I'm just considering what the possibilities could be if you get too close with her.”
“What makes you think I'll get close to her? She won't tell me her name; that is a clear sign that she doesn't trust me enough to have a relationship with me.”
“It takes time Ashitaka; in fact, you could get to know her more through spending more time with her.”
“…maybe.” They then carried on walking over to the office, where there was also Chisato; talking quite loudly to Sector 7's chief in a quite stressing manner. They both waited behind the door until Sono tepidly knocked on the synthetic timber, with then a small `come in' was ordered, as the two soldiers entered in politely. The Head of Sector 7 was then drawing frail smile amongst the pair as they stood side by side but away from Chisato.

“Major Kaneshiro, Sergeant Hiasashi, what brings you here?” Sono began to talk first.

“Sir, last night we were tracking down a hacker from the list that Constable Yuka Shimizu; Princess Mononoke, as we entered the location from where she last used her hacking program, two assassins came trying to kill her. We then think that she must be a victim in this Hustler case.”
“Really? Well Captain here was just explaining to me the incident last night.”
“Right, well, Major has something to tell you then.”
“What is it Major?” Ashitaka then stepped up a little as he cleared his throat to speak.

“We figured that Princess Mononoke might be wanted dead, all we need to find out is who and why. So then, I took her under my custody for protection; she's in my home right now.”

“Oh?”
“We can't keep her in the cells because it will be to public for her to stay in, and the possibilities of her getting murdered in their can be high. And that's why I'm here to ask you; to cut my days short here, so I can protect the girl. She might be of some use to us in this case.”
“Hm…well, I will allow it, but I do hope that you do have all your work organized.”
“Yes I do sir.”
“Right then, permission granted.”
“But-but sir.” Chisato intervened.

“Quiet Captain, I think you need a long talk between the Major and yourself. I and the Sergeant will need to explore further into the case along with the Constable.”
“Yes sir.” The head then tapped Sono on the shoulder, as they showed each other the door, and closed it silently behind the two antitheses watched each other soundlessly, before one of them made the first speech.

“How are you doing with a hacker in your home?”
“Cut the act Chisato, what the hell was that last night?”

“An act of police force”
“Why didn't let me or Sono know you were coming? We could have worked together on this, and because you came without notice, an innocent citizen was man slaughtered right in front of the public.” Chisato scoffed and looked away towards the naked window with the skyscrapers standing bold and tall over the pollution of noise down below.

“I was just doing my job Major. Shouldn't you be doing yours instead of protecting a hacker? Not to mention, she is a girl.”
“I have eyes Chisato; of course I know that she's a girl. But that does not mean I will have any affairs with her whatsoever. She could be important to this case.”

“What case? The Hustler investigation? It's been a few days and you're only coming up with more incidents. Are you sure you have everything under control Kaneshiro?”
The Major then gritted his teeth bare and clenched his fists silently in the thin air, as he was distraught by what he had heard.

“I am fully aware of the situation, as well as Sergeant Hiasashi. You just concentrate on yours.” He then made his way towards the door as he turned the handle and stood halfway in the entrance, before he then turned his eyes at the back of Chisato's head. “One more thing; next time when a fellow soldier offers you a side proposition, don't turn it down and then take advantage of it.” His stern voice echoed in the room slightly before he walked out of the room, with Chisato's ignorance stirring in the air out of pure spite.

 

“HERE IT is; I hope this is enough for now.” Yuka handed over a colorful paper bag filled with tops, jeans and a few pairs of underwear to Ashitaka as he only grasped hold of it; not go scrimmaging through it.

“Thank you Yuka, she'll need these some time soon.”

OVER BACK at Ashitaka's apartment, the young girl with electric colors in her hair was screaming out of boredom inside, as she leaned her head against the wall, but then she remembered what she did a few hours ago. The windows that were locked were then unscrewed by the talented use of her fingertips, the way she slyly opened the panes and tilted herself skillfully over the balcony, before letting herself go as the air rushed pass her body, when then she stopped the falling when she grasped hold of the last balcony about 2-3 meters away from the floor. She jumped as she bent her knees, and then secretly sprinted away from the apartment blocks.

THE HEAVY banging on a paint-rotting door, brought forth another young girl with similar features as the other had, with her worried face looked upon the panting short-haired girl sweated a little from the sprinting.

“What's happened?” The different girl shrieked a little.

“I need the gun.”
“What?! Are you crazy?! We only use it if it is necessary!”
“This IS necessary.” The tattooed girl then barged through the door and entered into her living room, with the other girl looking at her with worry.

“What difference does it make? The boy is dead.”
“Yeah, and I'm gonna kill the man who killed him. And besides I do have a license for carrying a gun.” She dug her fingers into her bra, and drew out a license card with her face patched onto one side.

“Yes I can see that, but that would make you as bad as that assassin if you kill him.” The tattooed girl kept quiet for a moment as she looked at the floor, but then pricked her head up and looked at the girl firmly.

“I still need it for protection. You see…I'm living with a police soldier, but I don't trust him.”
“Well…that reasons only a little, but if he does anything to you then…”She sighed, as she quickly hurried herself into her kitchen, and made a racket with forks and knives trying to find what she was looking for, when then she entered back into the living room, holding a gun in her hand.

“The bullets are already packed but don't forget to pull the barrel to load it.” The tattooed girl looked at it as then she was offered a small leather bag to keep the gun a secret. “Oh and…” the other girl then handed her a set of keys. “I kept your baby Suzuki safe for ya.”
“Oh thanks babe.” They then gave each other a small peck on the cheek as a sign of their wild friendship in the punk lifestyle. The girl then hurried out f the house to search for her bike, and found it hidden near the bushes, with her impact-goggles tidied away with it. She smiled wickedly before her wild illustrious joyride commenced into the silver ride of her silver bike.

 

She remembered hiding the gun under her pillow, and her bike in the bushes, as she also remembered to lock the window back up before the Major realized that she went out.

But then the turning of keys overhead her ears, when in such a hurry she slammed her door shut and threw herself on the bed; clutching hold of the pillow close to the side of her head. She heard her own heartbeat a little as the footsteps came strolling towards her away, and then a simple knock on her door was made, as she clenched the pillow even tighter.

“Excuse me? Are you awake? I brought some clothes over if you need any spares; a friend of mine let you borrow them.” There was no reply exiting from the girl's lips. “I hope you had something to eat. Did you have that rice I offered you?” Still no reply, when then the Major sighed mutely. “Well…if you need me, I'll be here.” He then placed the paper bag near her door and walked away over to his bed; he looked over at the skyscrapers again, admiring the view of the fantastic tower giants, but then found something interesting. Fingerprints. Fingerprints on the pane. He leaned over to them slightly to take a closer look at them and then looked over pass the window, as he found something even more interesting. A silver bike was hiding pass the bushes not too far away from his, and then a reoccurring conversation flickered into his head.

 

“You have a Yamaha?”
“Yes, for a little while now. Do you have one?”
“A silver Suzuki, but I bet that's trampled over now thanks to police captain jackass and his retarded posse.”

 

He sighed deeply as he knew that she had been out, but refused to say anything to the girl, and decided to take the small matter into his own hands. He knew that she can pick locks, and that she would leave again tonight, but his secretive plan will be kept quiet as he will wait for the girl to come out tonight. He will carry on as normal, until tonight.

 

IT WAS 10:30 at night; he decided to keep the blinds open but lay on his bed with his t-shirt on, along with his trousers and boots, as if he was waiting for her to come out. The creaking of door hinges was then heard as he kept solid for that moment. The girl poked her head out slowly to look for any signs of movement of the Major, she sighed heavily but quietly when she saw his lying on his bed, she carried the gun in her bag that was given to her, as she was prepared for what she was going to do. She knew that the assassin would be over at Old Town's cells, and she was organized to come with her bike. She looked down and saw the bag when she slowly tiptoed over it, and then made a silent sprint to the door.

But suddenly, something made her trip over and leaned on her chest on the way down. Shit. It made a noise. The girl looked down, and then by the glimpse of the moonlight, she saw a string strongly bound from the kitchen to the bathroom. She then looked up and saw the Major walking over to her slowly, as he looked down at her silently.

“Where are you going Princess?” Out of anger and rage, the girl rose back up, and tried to throw a few punches at Ashitaka. Obviously he can dodge them since he was skillfully trained in martial arts, yet something showed in her moves that this girl is no `Suzy High-School' kind; she was ravaging, and quite hostile. One high kick tried to reach up to him, but he easily missed that. But then another hit came colliding yet he softly slapped her arm away. She stumbled. She then tried to give him a kick in the shin but he tapped that away with his leg. She stumbled again. Her teeth gritted bare and her fists clenched intensely, as then she tried to drive herself for one powerful punch, but her arm was then driven away from her aim as Ashitaka reaped her in and pinned her to his bed, with the girl's pelvis trapped in Ashitaka's embrace. She tried to break free but her wrists were capture by his large hands as well. All she could do was stare at his face.
“Where do you think you were going at this time of night?”
“One thing to get away from you!”
“You could have easily got out and never return before I got back here. I know you snuck out from this building and went somewhere. I can even see your bike from out here! Now tell me where you were going to go.”
“Why should I tell you! I don't have to trust you! I don't understand why you keep me imprisoned here!”
“I've put myself up to protect you.”
“Why?! Is it because I'm a woman?! So you can feel me whilst I sleep?!” The two of them were breathing quite heavily as they're battle of words were silenced for a moment.
“I would never rape you. That's not on my agenda.” The girl kept quiet for that instant and gulped a little. Maybe she could trust him, but only a little; she could see that he can have the power to beat her to a pulp, but he defies using that power, and that all he wanted to do, was to protect her. “Now, if you won't tell me where you were going to go tonight…could you tell me why you were over in Old Town three days ago?” Ashitaka lifted some bodyweight off the girl and let her lean up a little.

“I was there because I needed to tell Uzami to cross me off the list.” Then a small gasp came from Ashitaka.

“How does she know Uzami?” he thought to himself in silence. “So…do you know anything about the Hustler?”
“No! All I want is revenge on the bastard that killed my friend.” Another sigh came out from the Major.

“It doesn't make things any better if you go and kill that man. What difference does it make? It will make you a killer as well.” Well that shut the girl up for a moment.

“Well…it could give me satisfaction.”
“Satisfaction of what? Blood? It doesn't make things better; just worse.”
“Fine!” She then tossed her head to one side and kept that way, as Ashitaka looked at her, just normally. Why is he even on top of her if he's just going to look at her normally? It looked like she was going to stay, maybe because she knew that she had nothing, maybe she thought that her and the Major could have some connection to keep for the moment.

“Do you trust me enough to tell me your name now?” The girl sighed as she felt the grey fabric of the sheets brushed against her cheek.

“It's San. Just San. I don't know my last name.” Then the Major drew himself off of San and looked down at the girl.

“My name is Ashitaka Kaneshiro, but you can just call me Ashitaka. You will be safe here. I promise that.” She then looked down upon herself, as the Major went over to the kitchen to fetch himself something from the cupboards. A small orange-yellow light glowed softly from the lamps attached to the walls, as the rays gently blurred onto San's snowy white skin with tattoos on. She then looked sad and lonely with her brows lowered into a crying expression, but not a tear was shed. Ashitaka then looked back at the girl with silence. “Do you want something to eat?” She then looked up slowly at his face.

THE TWO of them were then sat near a rounded table with steel chairs opposite each other where they sat on. They kept themselves muted as they ate out of a small packet with fried rice and boiled eggs, with the steam coming off from their meals whilst they handled it with their chopsticks.

“I don't mean to pry, but could you please tell me about yourself? Maybe we can be friends rather than strangers under the same roof.” A small hush echoed the room a little.

“I was orphaned when I was a baby and lived on the streets since I was 10. But then I was found by a group of people who took me to an orphanage and I lived there until 16. I then started to travel around places as I made friends all over Tokyo; that's why I don't have a residence. And as you can see with my appearance; I'm not subtle.”
“Well, I don't mind about appearance. It's what's on the inside that counts. But I actually think the style suits your personality.”
“Hm. Thanks. So…could you tell me about yourself?”
“Hmm. I barely know much about my childhood. I have been made Major for the federal CIA bureau since I was 18 and its bee 2 years now. I like scuba-diving in my free time, and I make a living taking a role as a police soldier.”

“That must be a hectic lifestyle for you then.”
“Hmm, yes it is.” They then kept quiet as they finished off their meals, and threw their empty plastic containers away into the bins.

“Do you mind if I wash myself now?”
“That's fine; there are some spare clean towels in the bathroom if you need them.”
“Oh…thank you.”

“I already told you; there's no need to thank me.”
“No I mean…thank you, for saving me that night.” Ashitaka slowly grew a calm fair smile across his olive tan face and sighed with serene bliss.

“Your welcome.” San beamed softly before she took her leave to the bathroom, and closing the door silently with the gentle sprinkle of water flowing out from the shower cap. The Major then noticed that the bag of Yuka's clothes was untouched, so he then clutched onto the handles and laid them gently onto San's bed and let them at ease. But then, another shocking glimpse rushed through his veins, as his eyes broadened and his breathing stopped.

 

“The wolves had stolen her soul and now she wishes to kill me.”
“Princess of the Wolf Gods! Don't go don there! Go back to the forest!”

“That's enough! I'm not listening to you anymore!”

Ashitaka rubbed his head quite roughly to stop what the hell was going on through his brain. His grunts were low but painful a little as then he tried to regain his breathing again.

“What's happening to me lately? Must be a headache.”

He then walked out from the room and threw himself onto his bed with his pillow stuck right in his face, and his arms spread out like a bird of prey striking out his long beautiful wings, when he then let out a very loud exhale through the feathers and fabric of his pillow.

 

30 MINUTES later, Ashitaka was half awake and half dozing away into his dream weaver. The light in the kitchen was still burning in dust, but over near his bed the neon lights of Neo-Tokyo were still dazzling and bewildering the bohemian night life in the city. San calmly opened the door from the bathroom, and saw Ashitaka lying peacefully on his bed, with a white towel wrapped around her naked body as steam rose up from her pores. Her colored bangs were dripping with shower dew and her breaths were slow and deep. She gazed at the man for a moment, looking deeply into his closed eyes and tried to imagine what he could be dreaming on the edge of falling into the numbness of reveries. She gradually began to walk over to him, and sat secretly on the edge of his bed, looking down at the dreamy Major. Oh how gorgeous his face is she thought. But the conflict of him still being a stranger to her still rummaged through her head like a sly fox whispering over her shoulder. Nevertheless, it was curiosity that made her lure closer.

She unhurriedly brushed her fingertips over his delicious chocolate feathery hair and then reaching them down behind his ear, as she let her index finger stroll down his cheek. She felt like, she wanted to get close to him, and then, there could be a possibility, that she knew him before. It's some sort of weird theory that she must have met him in another life; the fact that she began to endure him quicker than any other stranger she had met. But then again; conflict of her pride and her intuition battle against each other, and it looked like bold arrogance had won this night, as she hurried herself back to her room, but then remembered, she quickly tiptoed back into the kitchen and turned off all the lights to save up from any unwanted bills coming through the box. Back as closed the door, she then looked down onto her bed, and found a paper bag with flowers on them. Her suspicion made her run her fingertips inside and found that there were a few spare women's clothes along with underwear.

“He must have borrowed them off someone; at least he's got the right size.” She lowly spoke to herself, and then found a small lilac night dress; handmade with a simple design and soft comfortable fabric, she unhooked herself from her towel and drew on the dress. Hanging the wet towel on a balcony, she leaned herself back onto the bed to rest, as she drew in the sheets, and wait for the next morning to come, and give her something new to come.