Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Hellsing Fan Fiction ❯ Circle of Blood ❯ A Night of Bloody Revelations ( Chapter 2 )

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Circle of Blood - Chapter 2 (A Night of Bloody Revelations)
By: Azrael's Wing

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Walki ng through the shadowed alleys of Tokyo, Tsukiono Omi was a clear display of contrasts. Face and body of an young man but hiding behind innocent eyes was something else, something capable of making the usual city predators wary.

It was in was also in the way he moved, the way he glided through the streets like a feline predator. It was as if this boy was a wild beast hidden for the moment in human form. His concealing clothing hid his body except for his face and in the darkness of the night those observing him could only see his pretty face, a face with strange purple eyes[1]. Those that looked more closely could have sworn that those eyes were glowing faintly, giving him even more unreal appearance.

The unreal nature of the situation seemed to have an effect to nearly all of those looking for a foolish prey. They looked at those unnatural eyes and decided that perhaps what was hiding behind those eyes was something best left hidden. The ones passed by Omi in the shadows recognized a fellow predator and were content to let the sleeping... things lie. As the more foolish were guided away by the experienced ones, Omi was given uncontested path through the alleys and sidewalks to his destination...

None of this mattered to Omi though. His mind busy with problems of it's own, some street thugs were of no concern and not worth of notice. In his mind the memories of a showdown at seaside temple and its consequences were all that mattered. The final confrontation with Schwarz and their Esset masters was working his mind overtime even so many days later. The emotions, feelings and desires buried beneath the calm surface of his normally collected mind were finally surfacing. Perhaps being once hidden even from himself they finally were coming back with vengeance... And so far these new things were not doing much good to his state of mind.

Feeling as if his mind had been plunged into a proverbial whirlpool, they were all there spinning around in that raging torrent. The new feelings and emotions were kick-starting the old and vice versa, starting chain-reactions and bringing forth things that he hadn't known to exist... There was fear, excitement and adrenalin rush, effects of the combat.

Strangely though the strongest emotions weren't a result of any of those actions. These were old and familiar though deeply hidden beneath his usual masks. But now there were newer ones as well. Thrill of a kill and desire for death when faced with the elders, rising bloodlust when locked in combat and much more, unknown and alien to him as well... for now.

He remembered all of them though, felt them deep within himself even if they were so new to him. They had burrowed deep into his mind, ignited by the sense of recognition from the possessed of the sacrifice. For being so new to him, by all logic he should have been frightened but their presence felt just so *right*. As if they had always been meant to be a part of him, hidden deep within his soul waiting for just the right moment to awaken...

That twisted sense of a kinship had truly shocked him when he first felt it. Having only had felt it for a moment, it had disappeared as soon as the ritual was disrupted by them. None the less, he still could remember it as if it had been only a few moments ago. It had almost felt as if they were members of a same extended family, only to have something keeping the connection incomplete. As if his 'relative' wasn't fully in here yet and its existence had been disrupted or blocked somehow.

The nature of the connection didn't matter to him anymore though. It was dead and done and he had changed far too much ever since to be even wish to change anything anymore.

Ever since then his life had changed subtly for him. His mind had been tainted by it's touch, his dreams and desires influenced by it. Within his dreams he had witnessed countless visions, dreams that most would call nightmares. Colored in crimson red and pitch black and adorned by shifting shadows, filled with blood and showing him things that had never existed and things that could possibly come to be. The blood in his dreams had never been his own of course but that of his fallen enemies. They were the enemies he had hunted as Bombay of Weiss but in these dreams he was not the white hunter of justice but a crimson angel of death.

While covered in the warm blood of his enemies, in those dreams he felt what seemed to be part of his true nature. ...And the urge for blood he had felt in his dreams... well, it did not always fully disappear when awakened from sleep...

Then again, those dreams had taken the place of the nightmares he had dreamt before, of murdering his father and brothers among countless other faceless targets. Being a part in their deaths had until lately haunted his dreams. In a strange way these new 'nightmares' of his had granted him an absolution for his sins.

He had been a killer for numerous years but now he was aware that it was part of his nature as well. He was a killer so why should he feel any guilt for it? Wheather this was morally right or wrong did not matter. He had changed and was changing, for what... he really didn't care anymore.

Of course, when going through such drastic internal changes it would be hard to hide them from others. Especially if you lived in the same house with them. When optimism and happy smiles fade away and are replaced by faint cynicism and bit more disturbing smirks even the most hard headed would notice something. Even his quite oblivious partners would be bound to notice something.

His loss of innocence would be noticed eventually. Not that there hadn't been that much to begin with but he simply couldn't bother to keep his masks on anymore. Yes, they would notice things eventually but would they accept the changes or fool themselves. After all, he was their innocent little Omi, right? It couldn't be anything that serious and he would tell them it was... that was how it had always been.

Of them, Ken would probably be the most worried of the changes. Then again, he would also be the easiest to fool as well. Always ready to believe to best of him, some white lies here and there would probably take care of him quite easily. It was the others that he had to really worry about. Ran might have been a human iceberg but one thing he wasn't was stupid. Sooner or later he would notice that there was something going on. He wasn't completely cut of from his emotions... so far. It was good then that these days his attention was mostly on his sister. Once Aya-chan had awakened from of her coma Ran attention had become quite fixated on her, staying on her side almost constantly

With Ran distracted by that, what was left of the team was Yohji. Chasing anything with a heartbeat, Yohji had none the less managed to notice that there was something going on. First and so far the only one to notice anything though he was, his deduction for some reason had been that he was having a love troubles. It had been so much of course that it was almost amusing. For a former detective Yohji's cognitive abilities for sure seemed not to be up the par. Perhaps something to do with all the alcohol and tobacco he had consumed messing with his brain...

Omi grimaces for a moment. //Then again, what had followed that was perhaps even more irritating than Ken's possible worrying ... An overdose of childish teasing from Yohji about my love life or the possible lack of it. Kuso, they still think that I'm some kind of innocent little kid. Even after having lived this life of death many years longer than they, they still think so. Hah, if only it were so... but perhaps they need it somehow. To have this illusion of redemption waiting them after a hard day at 'work'. After a day of dealing death to those who pray the on weak. Then again, life is life no matter who it might belong and for all the lives we've taken the afterlife for us might be quite grim... <snort> if there were such thing that is.

It must be a lot harder to the others. Being a vigilante, killing evil, saving innocents... they may be good causes and all but they must have realized at some point that regardless of why you kill it taints you. Perhaps it was for that reason I had kept up that fleeting illusion of my innocence. For their sake more than mine. I'm a lost cause whatever they wish to think of me but to see innocence in a face an assassin. That would have given them hope even if it were to be false. I guess I just didn't have heart to crush that fragile hope of theirs before but now it doesn't seem matter so much anymore. The last vestiges of illusion finally cast away, I wonder how will they'll react to the *real* me once they finally have to see for the first time?//

Suddenly Omi froze for a moment and swore, "Damm it, I was supposed to stop this heavy thinking for now. I'm going to party, not to discuss freaking philosophy!" He briefly pauses to check his surroundings. Seeing nothing suspicious he just continues to his destination, unaware of all the preying eyes that followed his movements from the shadows...

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Amongst those observers was a group of men dressed in black formfitting combat armors. Hidden in the shadows slightly beyond Omi's senses, they followed his movements with keen interest. Acting almost as if were just an extended shadow behind him, they followed him prepared to act on whatever orders they would get concerning him.

On the road ahead of him was a group of less skillful observers. Petty thugs looking for a someone to prey upon. There was five of them dressed in gang colors and wearing their tools of trade, human vermin too stupid to recognize the youth in front of them to be anything else than a foolish teenager. They had noticed Omi walking along the street, seeming like perfect victim for them. A shame then that they were quite wrong in their assessment. Now they were moving to intercept him with broad grins on their faces, walking into their doom with a smile on their face.

There were still more observers around though, looking at both at Omi and the groups of his 'admirers'.

Hidden in the shadows there was a strange presence. Hiding in the darkness following only it's primal instincts. Now it was feeling a strange kind of a pull to the teenager it followed. As if there was something familiar within the boy, a feeling of... kinship, shared blood... family? It decided to follow the boy, to see where these feelings would lead. Perhaps in the end he would be the one to grant him the greatest gift of all, oblivion, a release from this endless night...

Above of all of them was the one set to observe all of them. Sitting on the roof of a nearby building was a silent watcher dressed in red. He had noticed all of them, pieces on the chess board, and he was fervently waiting for entertainment of this night to begin. While observing this game of predator and prey his supernatural senses suddenly catch a whiff of something. A familiar scent... from the boy? ...Yes, from the boy and in the one who follows him as well, hidden in the shadows.

It was something he remembered only from distant memories. Weak but still there none the less, hidden within their blood and marking them for him... His smile widens into a truly maniacal grin as the implications come to him. Still grinning he sinks into the shadows beneath him, only thing remaining is the echo of his laughter and a single word whispered quietly with exhilaration. "Kain...[2]"

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While walking through shadowed alley, a sudden feeling of danger suddenly appears on Omi's senses. He pauses for a moment to take a good look of his surroundings. Soon he notices the source of the threat, a gang had decided to pay him a visit it seemed. There were five of them in all, displaying their weapons of choice to threaten him. A bat, club, crowbar and bicycle chain. The leader was standing in front of them playing with his stiletto.

The club would have been only little further down the road but for now it was irrelevant. It was unlikely that these lowlifes would let him pass without trouble. His newfound bloodlust started to rise at the thought of a combat and his eyes shone with anticipation, almost seeming to glow in the dark in purple. //No doubt they're expecting me to be another helpless victim. Hmph, let them think that, I'll be happy to show them their mistake.//

Walking boldly to face the apparent leader of these ruffians, Omi put up his most innocent face as he spoke to him. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he deliberately tried to irritate this thug. "Yes? Do you guys want something?" He asks innocently.

"Oh yes, pretty boy. We want a lot and you're going to provide it, weather like it or not." The thug sneers and the other members chuckle, giggle and grunt in response for their bosses reply.

Omi's only reaction to this is just an raised eyebrow as he smiles impishly at the leader and continues. "Are you so sure? You think you can handle me? What ever that it is you want me for..."

Omi's response does just what it was supposed to, enraging the brainless fool in front of him. It's effect is immediate as the the leaders face darkens with anger and he starts to growl at Omi. "What! You're being smartass or something? Do you have any idea what your dealing with little boy!?"

Omi just smiles wider with that same irritating smile as he secretly pics up something from the sleeve of his coat. As soon as his hand grasps it firmly he cheerfully answers, apparently both questions as well. "Why yes, how'd you guess? You really must be smarter than you look... not that it's that big deal you know. I've seen prettier things in a petting zoo and I think they're smarter than you... by a long shot."

The sputtering thugs face turns purple as Omi's insults filter through his ears in to his brain. After few brain cells register them and play ping pong his response is quite classical. He yells the classic line "Why you little..." and charges at Omi with his stiletto in right hand. It's was just too bad that Omi had managed to put one his darts through the thug's left eyeball long before he had come to striking range.

...the general response to that was quite predictable again. After few seconds of stunned silence rest of the gang realized just what had happened... then of course came all out charge towards Omi. The rest of the goon squad came yelling the old cliched lines, "You're gonna pay for that bitch!", "Die!!!", "Why you..." ...and a sudden <Gurgle!!> from a thug that suddenly had a dart in his throat. A dart that had been previously in Omi's hand that is. Shocked by the fact that Omi had somehow managed to appear behind them made them stop rampant charge for the moment.

Even Omi himself was slightly surprised by the situation. //Huh, I've never been this fast before. It must be another change from that mess. This is first major fight I've been ever since the temple and I wasn't this good back then. It's almost like in those dreams, being an angel of death... Damm, next time I'll be growing wings and start drinking blood... Just what the fuck is going on!?//

Suprised by the sudden course of events, remaining gang members started to get desperate. They took a brief look at their fallen comrades and steeled themselves. Seeing Omi distracted for the moment they decided to take him by surprise. The end results from this second charge were just as good... or bad since this time two of the remaining thugs fall from well placed darts. //Oh well, I'm not going complain about this. It's time I got something positive out of this mess.// Omi thought as he grinned viciously decimating this group of lowlifes.

When he faced the remaining thug Omi just couldn't resist temptation to gloat. Looking at the thug straight in his eyes Omi smiles evilly and says. "...and then there was one."

Few silent seconds pass and finally the thug breaks down facing a situation he cannot deal with. The thug makes a girlish scream he turns to run away. The thing is, he is stopped from his escape by a sudden appearance of a dart, standing from back of his head like a horn.

As the damage registers in his brain, thug drops dead on the ground leaving eerie silence. The sounds of fighting fade away as if the conflict never happened and since no one took notice in the battle, Omi finally lets himself to relax. He walks to corpses and plucks his steel darts from the bodies of the men. When he finally has pulled the last one out he prepares to clean them up but freezes as suddenly his eyes fix on the crimson blood on them.

As if hypnotized his hands slowly begin to move them closer to his face not stopping until he has them near his mouth. Opening his mouth, he suddenly snaps back to reality. His senses give him a feeling as if something unnatural would be watching him from the shadows. As he looks around closely and finds nothing he goes back to cleaning his weapons as planned and puts them beck to their places. since nothing seems to be out of place he just turns around and heading back to his original path. The bloody bodies of the men he slaughtered are soon forgotten amongst countless such memories and the sudden desire for blood is remembered as nothing be a fleeting daydream lost among countless others...

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Moments later in the same alley pair of yellow eyes appear from the shadows soon followed by a tall figure draped in red. Stepping out from the darkness he sniffs and looks around, observing the bloodied bodies littering the alley. After a moments contemplation he speaks out loud even if there is no one but himself around. "This boy is indeed impressive for a mortal. It seems that the old bloodline is finally re-awakening. Even more, he indeed might be worthy of it as well. To still be a mortal and attack so fast and savagely, clearly enjoying it... he is indeed one of us."

He steps in front of the last victim and dips his fingers in the pool of blood forming under it. He takes his fingers to his mouth and briefly tastes the blood. Suddenly he spits it out his face appearing disgusted. "Bah, tasteless and plain. These are but human vermin, rats in human form. It's good that he did not get his first taste for blood from such as these. It might have given him an bad experience, traumas for the un-life even." He says smirking.

"Hmm, perhaps I should take a more active role in this game. No matter what Integra orders are, this is now a family matter, it's long since I've had such... This chance must not be ruined <chuckle>" His new objective in mind, vampire named Alucard disappears once again to the shadows leaving no trace of his existence.

These same shadows that are disturbed once again few moments later as the agents tailing Omi appear from them. Pausing for a moment, they search their surroundings with a professional skill. Finally, as they find the area secure they relax for the moment. After the agents Have secured the areal their leader pulls a cell phone from his belt pocket and makes a call. After a brief pause the line opens and a cold clear voice answers from it.

"Identify yourself."

"This is Bastet leader. Kitten has sharpened his claws and they seem to be stronger than in the report. He is apparently heading to the cat house with intentions as indicated in the report. Also, there is an entity of some kind following him as well. We have not managed to get a clear picture of it so further knowledge of it is unknown. Do you have any specific orders for the mission."

"This is Trinity base. All your previous orders still stand. Give catnip to the Kitten as soon as possible and bring it home. These are direct orders from Triad leader White. Failure is not an option. Ignore the entity if it doesn't interfere, if it does eliminate it."

"Understood. Bastet leader signing off."

The leader closes the cell and turns to his men to give new orders. "Previous orders been reconfirmed. We are to capture the target regardless of his apparent increase in skills and abilities. They don't matter to the competition of our mission." He pauses for a moment to hide a sour grimace from his face and continues. "It is highly preferable for us to capture him while his guard is down so we will let him have his amusements and strike while he is resting.

From now on you are to infiltrate the Melting Pot and engage the Kitten when a suitable situation is at hand. There must be no chance of failure in this mission, these orders are directly from White. Any failure would bring unwelcome attention to us from our superiors, if we'd survive this mission that is. Understood?"

General nods and sound of agreement come from the agents as thet set themselves to observe the activities in the night club. Readying themselves to infiltrate the building as soon as suitable situation would arrive...

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The loud noise of music shook Omi awake from his thought as he arrived to his destination. There was the Melting Pot, a club for those who liked variety in their lives. On it's entrance was a crowd filled with people from all kinds of lifestyles.

Lesbians and gays, pretty boys and diesel dykes, a cross dresser or two thrown in for fun and that was only from the outward appearance of the people. No doubt there would be even a straight couple here and there coming here to get some spice in their life. The place was well named for catering all the diverse groups of people and was quite popular these days. This fact proved by the large crowd of people eagerly waiting to get in.

It didn't matter to Omi though as he walked towards the huge bouncer guarding the door and greeted him happily. This huge man instantly recognized Omi and motioned him to come over with a friendly wave of his massive hand. When Omi came face to face with the man, he greeted Omi in gruff but friendly manner. "Hi there Omi-kun, haven't seen you around for a while. What you've been to?" He asked while letting Omi pass by to irritation of people waiting in line.

"Oh, nothing special Takuma-san. Just some work related problems, that's all. Things are quite fine now //I wish...//." Omi told to him while passing through the doorway.

The bouncer nodded at him as he passed, content having one of his favorite customers back in the club. "Well then chibi, have fun and don't freak out the customers too much. There aren't that many who can handle you, you know. You're too dangerous..." Takuma complained with a fake frown.

Omi pouted slightly and mock complained, "Oh why not, it's so much fun to tease some people..." he trailed off. Takuma simply smiled at his antics and guided him in turning back to his work...

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Inside the club Omi took out his coat and gave it to safekeeping, thus revealing his clubbing outfit underneath it. Another great surprise for the Weiss if they'd seen him on it as it was something almost out of Yohji's closet.

Tight black leather pants, a bright red silk shirt with black crosses on the sleeves and back. Finishing the look were matching silver bracelets and necklace. The necklace had an ankh symbol hanging from it and the silver bracelets on his wrists had similar runes engraved upon them.

This outfit had come to Omi when he realized that red and black seemed to suit him far better than white and other bright colors. The single fact that this new look of his made him hot as hell was a plus for it as well. The looks he was getting from both women and men alike were certainly a proof of that.

Smirking at that errant thought Omi made his way to the bar. On situated on the barstool he bought himself a drink, ordering himself a Bloody Mary without a second thought. That in his hand he turned around to look at the dance floor, checking it and the nearby tables for potential 'victims' while savoring the salty taste of his drink...

//Ahh, this is good. I wonder why I've like it so much though. Guess 'course it looks like blood, it always does seem come back at that, doesn't it? For some reason I have always had a more intimate connection to it, even when I tried to deny it all those years. Going as far as to use projectiles to avoid blood when killing... Oh well, not that big deal anymore. Finally dismissing all those brooding thoughts from his mind, Omi chugs back the remains of his drink, licks his lips and starts to look around for some entertainment.

Nah, nope, waaay too old, nice but but I'm not into SM... Hmm, now there's cute couple.// Omi's eyes pause briefly over a tall blonde looking like an aryan poster boy and his 'girlfriend' having a drink. The ethereal looking brunet is dressed in a slinky black dress with matching high heels, her hands enclosed in long gloves and her hair styled fashionably. This outfit made 'her' look quite stunning, hiding the interesting fact that she really was a guy from all but most observant.[3] //Damm, he sure is cute. Too bad he's obviously taken...//

Continuing his search Omi finally notices an young man standing at the edge of the dance floor. He's there all alone taking nervously small sips from his drink. Appearing to be of Omi's age, he is dressed in dark blue button up shirt and black jeans with a silver belt. As Omi continues to observe his target he notices how the boy's blue eyes keep checking his surrounding every few moments, as if he were a captive animal looking for escape... Now here is someone obviously out of his element, just perfect for someone him to 'look after'.

Omi quickly walks to the boy startling him as he smiles disarmingly at the boy. "Hi there, new around here?" Omi quips appearing right of him. //Better start slowly with him to not to scare him off...//

The boy jumps a bit, startled by Omi's sudden appearance. As he takes a good look at Omi he starts to blush, noticing Omi's choice of clothing and how they show his body. After a moment he finally manages to collect his thought coherent enough to answer. "Well... y-yeah, my friends brought me, they said that this was going to be a huge surprise..."

"Must have been quite big one for you then," Omi says chuckling lightly, "It's always like that for the newbies, you know..." Omi says with a wicked grin. "Anyways, I'm Omi Tsukiono, what's your name cutie?"

The boy in question blinks at Omi's sudden change of subject but answers the question. "Who, me? err... my name's Kojiro, Kojiro Yamato. So... You're a regular here or something? You really seem be well known around here." Kojiro questions and blushes as a tall woman dressed in nothing but black leather straps winks at Omi as she passes by.

Omi turns to smile at her in response and then turns back to speak to Kojiro. "Yeah, I've come here for a while now. This ain't really that scary place, you know. Most people around here leave you alone if you don't want their... company. There are some more dangerous characters around here but none of then seem to be around, //except me that is...// so you shouldn't worry about it.

If you'd like, I could show you around. How about it Kojiro-kun, wanna have a tour of this nuthouse?" Omi said, giving Kojiro his patented kawaii treatment. Guaranteed to look innocent as hell or your money back with a refund... Since his friends seemed to have vanished somewhere and left him alone in the club, Omi figured that Kojiro wouldn't turn down his offer. As far as things were considered, he must have been a gift from heavens to the poor boy.

After few moments Kojiro finally gave his response to Omi. "Sure, I'd like that. It'd be nice to have someone ...safe to hang around with..." Before he had managed to finish, Omi had already grabbed him by his hand and was dragging him to the bar, cheerily ignoring any protests that might have been coming from his victim.

- A couple of hours later -

After several drinks that Omi had generously paid for him Kojiro had managed to loosen up quite a bit. By now he was quite comfortable dancing with Omi on the crowded dance floor, barely even noticing the way Omi's hands tended to wander. After all, he had saved Kojiro from quite a few nasty characters trying to make moves on him, it would be safe to assume that Omi was no threat to him, right?

It must have been a bit odd to Kojiro though... Once any of them found out that he was with Omi, they all backed off pretty quickly, almost as if afraid of Omi. A fact that Kojiro apparently hadn't noticed or perhaps he didn't wish to accept the fact. After all, Omi couldn't be anyone that dangerous. He was just another boy of his age, what dangerous secrets he could possibly hide...

Not that any of this speculation would have mattered to Omi. He was too busy thinking far more interesting things, such as how to get into the pants of the person wondering these things. While doing that he was also directing him subtly towards a stairway near by him. It would lead to the VIP rooms of the club, a place which he would be more than happy to introduce to Kojiro quite intimately...

Unfortunately unknown to the boys their movement towards a more private place of entertainment also marked the beginnings of the operations Bast and Delpheus and life for one of them at least would never be the same...

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While the members of Team Bastet were getting ready to pounce, so to speak, members of other Team, Delpheus were dealing with their own mission. That mission would be capturing of one Bradley Crawford also known as The Oracle.

To do this there were six highly trained agents and a strange additional member to the team, a young girl. She looked to be around 13 years old, maybe little older, with clear white skin and black long hair on a long ponytail. She was dressed casually, in blue jeans and old leather jacket. The strange thing was, she wore a collar around her neck. It was made of silver and within it were inscribed runes that were glowing in red. The same kind of red that her piercing eyes were glowing as well. In those eyes that were much older looking than you'd expect from such a young girl, you could see one emotion standing above all others. Hatred. Hate clearly directed to the agents surrounding her. Indeed, if looks could kill then these men and women would have been six feet under faster than you could blink an eye. But for all the pent up frustration within the girl, she seemed to hold herself almost forcibly in check, as if her life would depend upon it and releasing that rage inside would bring her to an untimely end...

As the group finally reaches the Schwarz safe house, the agents begin to prepare their equipment and weapons for the operation. While the others are occupied with their business the leader of the group barks orders to the strange girl, clearly acting as if she were something beneath his notice.

"Do your job Seaquencer. You do know what will happen to you if you don't do as you're told. I'd be a shame for you to kick the bucket after all that extra time you've lived, wouldn't it?" He sneered while checking the surrounding area for any intruders the others in the team might have missed.

The girl in question does not respond for a while but neither did the leader seem to expect an answer for his words right away. He waits patiently as the girl begins to concentrate, focusing on something only she is able to see. After few moments the she has fallen into a deep trancelike state, apparently oblivious to anything around her. This trance lasts only couple of minutes, after that she seems to snap back to the reality as if nothing had happened at all.

"It's done." She said in a cold and dispassionate voice. "The rest is up to you, if you mess it up it will not be my fault but of your own incompetence." She pauses for a moment and then continues with some emotion in her voice. Irritation. "It should not be that big of a trouble to behave in a more civilized manner when you're dealing someone, you know. Some day, not so long in the future you and me are going to have a little chat about that, Mr Sakamoto. How long... and painful it will be is entirely up to you." She finishes, almost savoring the mans name and the smile on her face is the kind of smile that promises long and painful death...

The leader was shocked by the use of his family name, something that she shouldn't be aware of, but managed to hide his fear behind irritation and anger. Being annoyed by her to her taunts as he was, he finally responded to them with some of his own.

"You should think carefully what you say and who you threaten, Lisseth." He spat out with a venomous tone of voice and then continued. "If I am to go down from this mission I'll make sure that you'll come with me. After all, It's you that has more to lose than me. Keeping that in mind, are you sure that the damn precogs abilities are scrambled?"

Lisseth sighed and raised her head to look at him in the eyes, while speaking to him with a voice usually reserved to idiotic children, each word clearly pronounced. "Yes, I am certain that Mr Crawford did not sense our approach and can not see anything in the future for the next 30 minutes. Therefore I would suggest you to do your mission before more than 2 the two minutes already gone are wasted. Do not bother me any more, as you know, using this ability gives me a headache size of Mt Fuji." At that she turned away from the agents and seemed to disappear to her own world, not reacting to any words or actions of the men around her.

Seeing that there would be no use in talking their unwilling helper any more the leader made a silent roll call, making sure that everyone had made their preparations. Seeing that his men were prepared he signaled then to begin the mission and to enter the safe house in near them.

The agents approached the building silently as if ghosts and appearing as if shadows due their concealing black body suits. One of them went to the back door and picked the lock, carefully avoiding any alarms or tripwires possibly protecting the entrance. After making everything was clear the agent opened the door letting other in. They began searching the building methodically, finally finding Bradley Crawford sleeping peacefully in his own bedroom. Once he was found the leader simply stepped next to him
quietly and inserted syringe full of tranquilizer into his arm. Crawford had barely enough time to wake up and blink before it knocked him out.

Until that point everything had gone according the plan. Crawford's abilities were blocked, other members of the Schwarz were supposed to be elsewhere and the mission was going to be as easy as ABC. Unfortunately even the best of plans can go wrong when certain Mr Murphy gets involved. In this case the problem came from the fact that during the previous day Farfarello had been left unsupervised for most of the evening and in front of an TV for all things.

Because of it he had managed to watch most of the Iron Chef marathon that went on at the TV then. For some reason, all the knives and other cooking implements used in the show had caused Farfarello go into some kind of frenzy, urging him to use his knives on anything in the house. That anything including his team members who had been forced to knock him out and lock him up in a spare room in the house because this safe house didn't have a padded cell or a straight jacket in the closet.

Now, some hours later, though coming down from his mad frenzy, Farfarello was still more than slightly bloodthirsty. The man coming to check the room was therefore first to become a test subject for the mad irishman's ideas for new ways to use a knife. That inane TV program had to be good for something and meat is meat, right?

First thing that told rest of the agents that something had gone wrong was a girlish scream coming from a room down the hallway. The nature of the scream was quite easily explained once rest of the squad found out what had happened. When you have a nice long dagger showed through male private parts the sounds you make may be indeed quite interesting. In this case, once the missing member of the squad staggered out of the room with a knife down there and bleeding all over the floor, the thoughts of the others could be summed up with few simple words. They would probably have been: //We're fucked!//

The five remaining agents had almost no time to prepare as the grinning madman ran out of the room giggling insanely. One of the men tried to attack him from behind with a baton but Farfarello seemed to sense his approach and dodged, giving to man a bleeding forearm in return. Another tried tackle him and got his knife imbedded in his stomach, giving him a quite nasty case of ulcer.

This however gave rest of them an opening since the knife was in the agent, it couldn't be used against rest of them. Noticing this two remaining men made a dash towards the Berserker and grabbed his hands while their leader quickly took another syringe from his pocket and injected it into Farfarello. This finally knocked the madman out, giving then finally chance to recuperate.

The irishman unconscious, remaining healthy agents gave whatever first aid they could to the others and prepared to leave once their extra luggage had been prepared with handcuffs and leather bindings. Just to make sure that they wouldn't get another nasty surprise while returning to base.

As the group of quite battered and bruised agents stepped out of the back door, waiting them was certain young looking girl who took one look at the group and asked them in a sweet innocent voice. "Oh my, whatever happened to you?" The smile that was on her face was anything but innocent though, one would rather describe it with words like: nasty, evil or even amused in a nasty way.

Therefore, as the team leader of the Delpheus stepped out of the house behind his men and saw the face of Lisseth as she asked the question, his thoughts would have been quite unprintable. Though since the mission was over, he simple grunted a terse "Shut the fuck up." at her while walking towards their transportation. As he heard her amused giggling behind him, he had the uncharitable thought of hoping that Bastet would have as fucked up mission as him...

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If wishes were horses, we all might have stables of horses to satisfy our every need. However you'd wish to interpret that is up to you, but in this case the nasty thoughts of certain Sakamoto Shuichi seemed to have been received by some evil god or another.

What else could explain why Kojiro, the boy Omi had been having fun with little earlier according to the state of the bed, would wake up at just the moment when the agents of team Bastet would come in. As it was, the timing was perfectly... wrong.

Waking up from the comfortable stupor besides Omi, the first thing he saw were a group of agents dressed in all black approaching them. The natural reaction at that point would have been, no matter were you a boy or a girl, to scream. That's what Kojiro did at that point naturally. That scream was silenced quite suddenly by a hit to the back of his head from one of the agents, making him fall unconscious.

It was unfortunate for the agent that the silence came too late as it had managed to wake up their target. It was doubly unfortunate since Omi's assassin instincts combined with his newly awaking powers made him automatically reach for his weapons that were hidden into his clothing besides the bed. Moving with a speed almost impossible to follow, he grabbed a dart from with the stack of clothing and threw it at the nearest agent.

That unlucky one didn't even have time to blink as the steel dart pierced his right eye and sunk deeply into his cranium, killing him instantly. At that point rest of the remaining agents realized what kind of a threat Omi was and reacted accordingly. They surrounded Omi, trying to give him as few targets as possible while looking for an opening.

This however did not prevent Omi from emptying his stash of darts into those surrounding him. Not all the throws were hits but when finally he ran out of darts three of the five remaining agents were wounded someway. One them had dart stuck in her leg, another had a projectile through his biceps. The third one had barely managed to dodge the incoming weapon and had a deep gash on his forehead. All in all, this group was not a happy one after such a hail of fire upon them and they were prepared to take their payback in blood as they started to warily approach weaponless Omi who had backed into corner.

At that point even Omi's newfound powers couldn't help him as he was pummeled from all sides by expert martial artists. After all, he was a hacker and specialized in projectile weapons. What little skills he had in unarmed combat were no match for the men that beating him bloody and unconscious.

When he finally fell down from the punishment he had taken he nothing but a huge bleeding collection bruises but he was still barely conscious. Unknown to the agents he could hear what they were saying and doing.

"That little bitch, he threw one his fucking darts into my leg." Came a vaguely feminine voice to his ears.

"Oh stop your whining Yukio, you're not the only one wounded here. I have one in my arm for fucks sake. Not to mention about Akio, no amount of bitching will bring him back." A deep masculine voice he noted, trying to imprint it into his memory for the future, if he had such...

"Be silent, Yukio, Shingo. We have more important things to worry about than your wounds. Such as what we're going to do about the lover boy over here. What were the orders this kind of situation, Sir? Another voice, cool and collected. Directed to a leader? By now he was almost out of it but he kept staying awake, no matter how much it hurt.

"The orders were to leave no witnesses. Take care of him so we can leave and finnish the mission." //WHAT!//

Hearing that, Omi struggled to open his to se what was going on. Almost out of energy, he managed to open his left eye only to see a man pointing a silenced gun at Kojiros head as he pulled the trigger. Omi heard a soft popping sound as the gun fired and made an hole to Kojiros face, raising some blood into air as the bullet struck in to his face.

Suddenly Omi felt piercing pain in back of his head as he was finally struck unconscious. His last thoughts were //Sorry about this Kojiro. Heh, I guess I wasn't that good company to you after all...// Finally Omi's mind went blank taking him into the realm of Morpheus, there dreaming dreams of blood and deaths of those that hurt him...

TBC...

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Author notes:

[1] Blue(originally) + Red = Purple, do your math...

[2] As in the first killer/vampire. I am mixing series and mythologies after all. ^_^

[3] Tip of a hat to J. Marie's fic 'Life in The Big City'. A great fic (and author) if like yaoi and FF8 characters. Melting pot is from that fic, I'm just borrowing it... ;)

Well, I finally managed to finnish the second chapter. It took its time it seem and I have no idea for what fucking reason. Maybe my brains had some cross wiring or something, who knows... Seeing how long this took, I have no idea when I manage to write ch3. Hope for the best and prepare for the worst. ^_^

Oh yes, for those worried about spelling and such, I've finally discovered wonders of the spell checking program. Raise and rejoice!

Once again, reviews are appreciated, wanted and begged. Give me feedback, feed me!! Even flames would be amusing. @_@

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