in the alleyways || open

[SAKURA ISHIDA]

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[atrb=width,240] Gales of hooting laughter from the nightclub pierced through the icy cold air of the late evening, the sound of drunk, delirious men howling in hysterics over basically nothing, while the nervous young bartender attempted to talk rationally with them. The idiots could be heard from a block away, and miss Sakura Ishida scowled at their foolishness. Their voices were harsh and loud, rough and cutting and unpleasant like the frosty breeze that nipped at Saki's unusually pale cheeks. Tonight proved to be one of those abnormal summer nights, strangely cool and quite chilly, unlike the usual hours of hot and moist nights where one continuously had the urge to swat at the nonexistent mosquitoes. Saki much preferred the icy temperature, enjoying and savoring the hard clarity of feeling that kept her mind unclogged and sharp. She suspected she would need all her wits carry out tonight's mission and remain undistracted and unbothered by the rowdy slurred shouts of the stupid human men. Just hearing their shouts of laughter from a distance irked her to no end, and in the nightclub, she doubted she would have the willpower to restrain herself from lunging at the giggling bastards. Such insolence! She couldn't stand the thought of people so infuriatingly simple-minded. If not for the specific orders not to take any more lives than necessary for the 'incident' to stay an accident, she would have ripped out all of their throats and savored the dreamy taste of the rich crimson liquid she eternally lusted for. In fact, Saki would not even be heading to the nightclub at ten at night if not for a mission. Her client this time was a jealous employee. Not only had he been demoted for some queer, but he'd found the same bastard sleeping with his wife. But his death would have to look accidental and not too obvious. She would not be permitted to persecute or even maime a single other person at the club, nor draw attention to herself, nor let anyone else have any suspicions about his death, and did she hear him. She could have killed the man then just for treating her like she were a child with autism, drawing each word out slowly. Who the fuck did he think he was working with? Alice in Wonderland? The first things Saki was most famous in the Black Market were obviously her assassination skills, the second being her horrible temper. Most of her regulars knew not to anger her and to keep it simple, but this guy was really pushing it. She had nearly called her client 'an old piece of shit,' but had kept her cool, forcing the bubbling cauldron of black hate back down into the pit of her stomach. Three hundred bucks for Shinji Suzuki's murder; not bad. So it was by keeping her payment reward in mind that motivated her to continue down the dark road to the nightclub, a picture of a man in her hand. You could tell he was a dick just by looking at him. She'd searched the place up earlier, and it was to her luck that alleyways were common in the area. Saki wore black from head to toe; she wore a leather jacket over a bikini and a pair of ridiculously tiny shorts that made her feel like a prostitute, her clothes tightly wrapping around her slender body. Her long midnight black hair was tied in the usual wavy pigtails, falling down past her waist, and had on her usual boots. She certainly matched the image of a cute slutty teenager. Only her pale white skin and her blazing eyes of blue flames stood out. But her cutesy appearance was just an act, of course. In each boot, a thin katana sword was hidden, the cool steel resting against her ankles. She didn't like guns, for although they were effective and did the job quickly and neatly, they were too loud and just clashed with her style. She preferred blades, silent and deadly. They were messy and a great weapon for torture, and her victims begging for mercy was her favorite part of every killing. Unlike most other nineteen-year-olds, she quite enjoyed her jobs. Saki entered the club, and immediately saw him sitting alone at the bar, identifying Suzuki as one of the drunk retards. In his current state, getting him outside proved to be easy. Holding back a snarl of disgust as he groped her ass, she suggested seductively that they take this somewhere more private. She led him flirtatiously to one of the abandoned alleyways, and there, Suzuki finally realized something wasn't quite right. By then, Saki had already inaudibly slid out her twin katana swords. The shining silver blades reflected the moonlight; oh yes. Saki made sure to take good care of the swords, keeping them clean and stainless. A quick sword through the chest was all she did. Usually, she would have taken her time for a nice, slow torture, but by being so close to the nightclub, she risked unwanted attention. But she couldn't only stab him through the chest, then leave him lying there. She couldn't help but turn back and swing her other blade. Rich crimson sprayed the air as she slashed him chest for good measure, even though his body was already lifelessly limp. Blood splattered onto her front, warm and sticky, and she took a moment to stand there and breathe in deeply the rich coppery scent. But she had made a mistake, and it was too late as she turned around. She was sure the person had seen her; she'd been too caught up in her assignment... Stupid, stupid! she scolded herself mentally. But it didn't matter. She could simply take out this person as well; who cared what that old man had told her? He was batshit insane anyways. She faced the dark figure, it's features hidden by a shadow, and she stepped closer to get a better look at them. "Hello," she drawled casually, "and just how long have you been standing there? Who are you?" There was a faint hysterical edge to her voice. The bloodstains on her jacket were obvious, and she didn't bother hiding them. It would all be over soon anyways.	[atrb=width,140] words , 1046 words tagged , open, <3 notes , Muse explosion, xD don't mind the longness, and sorry for the crapiness. It's nearly one in the morning, but I really wanted to finish this. Edit;; finally got this in a template.
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[ZEN ICHIMORI]

IN THE ALLEYWAYS [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #17181A, border: solid #ffffff; 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] there was something to say about tonight, how the wind seemed to be eerily blowing through the streets with a light howl as if aware of the events that were about to take place in this part of town. it was as if the wind were warning weary strangers of the presence of someone out to kill -- but of course, no one ever got the message. it was a sad reality how no one ever understood the cry of sorrow. but nonetheless, the black-haired teen made his way down the barren sidewalk, holding his yellow hat to his head when the wind picked up around him to ensure it wouldn't fly away on his own. he supposed in the worst case scenario that he could just shift forms and fly after it. but as a gryphon, he had talons and a beak and he feared that using either to capture the fly-away would result in, well..a ripped hat. there wouldn't be any other way around that. zen ichimori passed by the local nightclub, well aware of the fact that there were probably a lot of drunkards in there would like to take his head just for being a mutant. the hunters were everywhere, hiding in plain sight, just like the mutants were. it was an interesting battle, considering that they were all living together in one city but were unaware of when they passed one of the opposite side. zen feared that they would eventually figure out some way of picking them out of a crowd, perhaps by way of machine. but until that day came, at least he could enjoy his stay here. he frowned in thought, trying to map out the easiest way to get back to his house. after some consideration, he assumed that taking the alleyways would probably take him there the quickest, although he couldn't quite say he was too happy about that. hunters and dirty humans lurked in the darkness of the alleyways, just waiting to prey upon unsuspecting civilians. but what could he do? it was only getting darker by the minute and he just wanted to be surrounded by the walls of his room. and so, making a last minute decision, zen turned down the alleyway near the nightclub, zipping in and out of the shadows. but there was a sudden noise that got his attention -- someone talking? he glanced down the alley that ran behind the nightclub, and was surprised at what he saw. there was a girl, who was dressed rather... eccentrically, and a man was standing before her. zen didn't want to intrude on their little meeting, so he merely went to continue on his way. but the sound of cutting flesh caught his attention, and he turned on the spot to see the girl holding twin swords, one of which was embedded in the man's chest. zen gave a small gasp and through himself against the wall, hoping he wouldn't be seen. he continued watching as the girl raked her other sword across the man's flesh as well, and winced when the blood sprayed. feeling the sudden urge to get out of there, he was put on the spot when the girl turned around and started speaking to him. had he made too much noise?! shit..if that girl is a hunter, then i'm screwed.. he thought, glancing away for a second to see if he could make a run for it. but the girl was fast approaching and zen didn't know if that was such a good idea. but was staying here any better? "u-uh, i'm sorry for stumbling across you, i swear i won't tell anyone about what i saw.." he stuttered, his voice barely above a whisper. the gryphon didn't give his name in fear that she'd come after him next time..

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[SAKURA ISHIDA]

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[atrb=width,240] Moonlight illuminated the stranger's features as he stuttered, obviously shocked by what he had witnessed, and Saki's blazing blue orbs narrowed, stepping closer. She paid no attention to his soft whisper, tension settling in the silence between them, though the breezed carried faint murmurs of laughter drifting from the club, along with the suffocatingly thick coppery scent. The eye-catching hat seated on a mop of dark hair triggered a vague hint of recognition in her memory, and as if to confirm her suspicions, Saki took another tentative step forward, as if she were the one intimidated by him, unsure what to do. It really was him; she'd seen him around town occasionally, and had seen him around school. They'd never directly talked, but Saki always felt hesitant about slaughtering someone familiar. Still, a job was a job, money was money, and she didn't exactly know him. He was nothing to her, and she would kill him like the scum he was; that was the point, she didn't know him, couldn't trust him. She couldn't risk this mission ever being found out over the likes of him, for it would mean the end for her. Oh, she had been so foolish, so reckless; she deeply regretted not taking more caution to a task that should have been easy. Perhaps she could bargain with him? Blackmail, possibly? Ah, right, he'd already offered. "You swear, but how do I know you'll keep your word? For all I know, if I let you go, you'll run straight to the police. Now, I can't let that happen, can I?" The slight discomfort faded from her stomach, and she smirked, waiting for his reaction to her proposal. Her tone made it clear she was expecting him to offer something. Maybe she could actually get something out of this. If he refused, she would have no choice but to kill him then, her last resort. "How do I know I can trust you, hmm?" Saki chuckled softly, her eyes pools of vivid acid as she watched him. Wait, what was she even doing? Was she, The Sakura Ishida, giving someone mercy? Disgusted with herself, Saki shrugged off the thought, uneasy now. She was, wasn't she? She... she couldn't be going soft, ruining her reputation she'd worked so hard to maintain. Her grip tightened around the handle of her blades, her knuckles white. Gritting her teeth, she shot him a glare so venomous a stone statue would have cowered under her gaze. "Don't think you can escape me," she warned him, her voice deadly calm. "You won't get far, trust me." Then, after a moment, a wicked smile formed on her face, ruby lips sliding back to reveal teeth. "Actually, don't. I won't kill you, until you give me a reason to." It was a fair warning, and depending on how he reacted, she wouldn't have to kill him. Her eerie grin stretched even further. He looked like she could get a good torture from him, maybe even make him scream. But she wouldn't make a move unless he declined her offer or pissed her off. She shrugged casually, like they were talking about which movie he preferred to see. Nonchalantly, she shoved the tips of her blades in the ground in front of her, her arms crossed, as if she were patiently awaiting his response. "Either way, it's your choice, ..." Saki trailed off, realizing she didn't know his name. Oh well, she didn't need to know, since it wouldn't matter anyway. But if he managed to live, then yes, she would ask -- or rather, demand for it. She could stalk him back to where he lived, just in case he had given her an alias to throw her off his trail. Oh yes, she would take extra steps to prevent another mistake. She couldn't make another mistake. Her pride simply couldn't be destroyed in only a few minutes by the likes of him. Hmmph, it would be so much easier to kill him, but she would stick to her word, at least for now.	[atrb=width,140] words , 678 words tagged , aqua, <3 notes , Sorry for the crappy and late reply >.<
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