Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Roses and Thorns ❯ Chapter 11
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By: Joybug 
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 238 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 01.30.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.1K | Visits: 238 | Status: Completed
11
It was unbelievably warm in this place. He was used to waiting outside lately for missions. Standing in the shadows waiting for the right moment was hard when the heat was on this high. Aya was actually feeling light headed because of it.
He went completely still at the sound of voices, barely daring to breathe as he watched some guards walk into the room. He would remain quiet and hidden until he had the target in his sights.
This mission was definitely not meant for one person. He’d known that when he’d accepted it. But it didn’t matter. It was a good way to go out.
“Someone’s here! There’s six bodies on the stairs!” Someone shouted. Damn it! But there hadn’t been any other way to get in, he’d had to climb the tree and slip in the window. There was no other way to get to the lower levels but to go down those stairs! The worst part was that he could hear a voice going through the comm. units that the guards wore. Everyone knew that he was here.
But it wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t like he could’ve somehow disposed of the bodies before moving on. There were way too many people here. The hard part was going to be finding the target. He didn’t care what happened as long as he took out the target. After that, everything could end. He wasn’t stupid enough to think he was going to leave this place.
Aya ducked back behind a the wall when the guards flicked on the light. Shit! Aya waited, listening to them come closer to the spot where he was hiding.
Right before the men would’ve found him Aya lunged out and slashed them both with one swing.
Aya turned the light back off as he left the room. No sense alerting anyone to the fact that anyone had died in there. The best way to keep them from knowing where he was, was to keep them from knowing where he had already been.
Aya carefully made his way down the hall, listening carefully for any voices and watching for any lights.
He came upon a room with the door closed and a light showing at the bottom of the door. Someone was in there. He had no way of knowing who was there or how many were in there.
He pulled out the four darts that Omi had given to him. He’d already used them once on the stairs and had pulled them out of the corpses to re-use.
He took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat and then turned the knob. He did it as quietly as he could, and then shoved the door open.
A bullet caught him in the shoulder. He threw two of the darts, effectively killing the two men in the room.
There was going to be no way of hiding now. Not when every move he made was flinging blood. He didn’t have anything to bandage it with, so every time he swung his sword he left a trail.
He looked over the two bodies. Neither one of them was his target. He pulled the darts out and wiped them on the men’s coats before sliding them back into his jacket.
As Aya came to another corner he just barely heard the footsteps before the guard would’ve barrelled into him. Aya cut him down quickly and ducked just in time to avoid a bullet in the head. He lunged upward with his sword and took the next one down.
“You’re all incompetent! The screen showed just one man! How in the hell is there one man in this place that you haven’t killed? I hired so goddamned many of you!” Someone was shouting. Another man was apologising profusely. It didn’t matter. A gunshot later and the man apologising went silent.
Aya rounded the corner and threw a dart at the target…and missed. He was getting sloppy, his movements not as fast.
“Well, I’m guessing the one man I can thank is already dead,” the man snorted, gesturing to the hole in Aya’s shoulder that was bleeding profusely.
“I always said if you want a job done right you do it yourself!” The man fired and Aya felt it rip through his stomach. He dropped like a rock, clutching the wound.
No, he had to kill the target! He couldn’t die with a mission incomplete!
“Well now, would’ve thought it was a monster coming after me with how many men are dead all over the place. Instead its just one pretty boy. Who sent you after me?” he demanded, kicking the sword out of Aya’s hand.
Aya closed his eyes as he felt the hot barrel of the gun pressed against his temple.
“If you don’t tell me who sent you I’m going to kill you slowly. You’re going to die either way, so you might as well make it easier on yourself,” the man was crouching in front of him, glaring into his eyes. Damn, the man’s breath stank.
Aya shouted when the man shot his hand. That hurt like a son of a bitch! Aya panted for his breath. His vision fogging.
“Just one name, that’s all it will take,” the man promised. When Aya said nothing the man dug his fingers into the wound on his shoulder.
Aya glared up into the man’s eyes, keeping the man’s attention away from his good hand. Aya swung as hard as he could and jammed a dart into the man’s neck.
Aya grinned as the man collapsed, spasming and gurgling.
Aya let himself fall. It was okay. It didn’t matter. The target was dead. He could hear footsteps running into the room.
Author’s notes: Okay, there’s my chapter!
It was unbelievably warm in this place. He was used to waiting outside lately for missions. Standing in the shadows waiting for the right moment was hard when the heat was on this high. Aya was actually feeling light headed because of it.
He went completely still at the sound of voices, barely daring to breathe as he watched some guards walk into the room. He would remain quiet and hidden until he had the target in his sights.
This mission was definitely not meant for one person. He’d known that when he’d accepted it. But it didn’t matter. It was a good way to go out.
“Someone’s here! There’s six bodies on the stairs!” Someone shouted. Damn it! But there hadn’t been any other way to get in, he’d had to climb the tree and slip in the window. There was no other way to get to the lower levels but to go down those stairs! The worst part was that he could hear a voice going through the comm. units that the guards wore. Everyone knew that he was here.
But it wasn’t his fault, it wasn’t like he could’ve somehow disposed of the bodies before moving on. There were way too many people here. The hard part was going to be finding the target. He didn’t care what happened as long as he took out the target. After that, everything could end. He wasn’t stupid enough to think he was going to leave this place.
Aya ducked back behind a the wall when the guards flicked on the light. Shit! Aya waited, listening to them come closer to the spot where he was hiding.
Right before the men would’ve found him Aya lunged out and slashed them both with one swing.
Aya turned the light back off as he left the room. No sense alerting anyone to the fact that anyone had died in there. The best way to keep them from knowing where he was, was to keep them from knowing where he had already been.
Aya carefully made his way down the hall, listening carefully for any voices and watching for any lights.
He came upon a room with the door closed and a light showing at the bottom of the door. Someone was in there. He had no way of knowing who was there or how many were in there.
He pulled out the four darts that Omi had given to him. He’d already used them once on the stairs and had pulled them out of the corpses to re-use.
He took a deep breath to calm his heartbeat and then turned the knob. He did it as quietly as he could, and then shoved the door open.
A bullet caught him in the shoulder. He threw two of the darts, effectively killing the two men in the room.
There was going to be no way of hiding now. Not when every move he made was flinging blood. He didn’t have anything to bandage it with, so every time he swung his sword he left a trail.
He looked over the two bodies. Neither one of them was his target. He pulled the darts out and wiped them on the men’s coats before sliding them back into his jacket.
As Aya came to another corner he just barely heard the footsteps before the guard would’ve barrelled into him. Aya cut him down quickly and ducked just in time to avoid a bullet in the head. He lunged upward with his sword and took the next one down.
“You’re all incompetent! The screen showed just one man! How in the hell is there one man in this place that you haven’t killed? I hired so goddamned many of you!” Someone was shouting. Another man was apologising profusely. It didn’t matter. A gunshot later and the man apologising went silent.
Aya rounded the corner and threw a dart at the target…and missed. He was getting sloppy, his movements not as fast.
“Well, I’m guessing the one man I can thank is already dead,” the man snorted, gesturing to the hole in Aya’s shoulder that was bleeding profusely.
“I always said if you want a job done right you do it yourself!” The man fired and Aya felt it rip through his stomach. He dropped like a rock, clutching the wound.
No, he had to kill the target! He couldn’t die with a mission incomplete!
“Well now, would’ve thought it was a monster coming after me with how many men are dead all over the place. Instead its just one pretty boy. Who sent you after me?” he demanded, kicking the sword out of Aya’s hand.
Aya closed his eyes as he felt the hot barrel of the gun pressed against his temple.
“If you don’t tell me who sent you I’m going to kill you slowly. You’re going to die either way, so you might as well make it easier on yourself,” the man was crouching in front of him, glaring into his eyes. Damn, the man’s breath stank.
Aya shouted when the man shot his hand. That hurt like a son of a bitch! Aya panted for his breath. His vision fogging.
“Just one name, that’s all it will take,” the man promised. When Aya said nothing the man dug his fingers into the wound on his shoulder.
Aya glared up into the man’s eyes, keeping the man’s attention away from his good hand. Aya swung as hard as he could and jammed a dart into the man’s neck.
Aya grinned as the man collapsed, spasming and gurgling.
Aya let himself fall. It was okay. It didn’t matter. The target was dead. He could hear footsteps running into the room.
Author’s notes: Okay, there’s my chapter!