It had unnerved him a bit the first time-technically, the second time, but the first that he could remember clearly-that he had seen Gin kill. The man rarely looked so happy as when he could spill someone's blood. Hei tried not to imagine that he could easily feel the same way. It seemed safer, that way.
He was comfortable in darkness in a way that he would never been in the light, and moved easily through the room. Following the sounds, he pulled one of his double-bladed knives out, keeping it ready in case there were guards waiting, and with the other hand pulled one of the wire leads from his belt. After all, he was only supposed to get the man, not kill him. That would be Gin's honor.
Crouching, he used his shoulder to shove the door open, and the bullet hit the door a good foot above his head. The next one hit lower, and Hei threw himself through the doorway, rolling into the room. Two bullets followed him, both missing. But they told him where the man was. His face blank and his eyes hard, he threw the knife, aiming low. He heard it connect, heard the man's sound of pain as it sliced into his leg, and then a sound of surprise as Hei used the wire to pull the man off his feet. Moving quickly, he had his hand over the man's face before the bodyguard had time to get his gun up. This time, as the electricity ravaged him, he screamed.
A bullet slammed into his shoulder, knocking him forward and off the dead man, but not making it through the jacket. He frowned slightly in pain, and turned to see the target holding the gun. In nothing but a towel and still dripping water, the man was somehow still impressive and threatening. Or, he might have been to someone else. Yanking his knife free and tossing it towards the man in the same motion, he dodged another bullet. But the man moved as well, and the knife shattered the dead lamp behind him. Hei yanked the knife back, grabbing the hilt, and fell into a crouch. His shoulder was throbbing with pain that didn't show on his face, as he and the target stared at each other for a moment. Feinting right, Hei watched the man fall for it and instead of throwing his knife, he threw the wire lead. It wrapped itself around the man's neck, and he saw the surprise in his eyes before he sent a shock through him.
When he dragged the man back through the apartment to Gin, though he was no longer holding a gun, he was struggling against the wire at his neck.
Hei returned to find Gin leaning lazily against the back of the couch, wiping Shinsou's blade clean on its upholstery with a sharp "schick". At his feet lay the half-dressed body of another man -- another bodyguard no doubt, this one off-duty. He had had the unfortunate luck of coming across Gin in the living room as he had wandered into the apartment to investigate the source of the noise. There had only been a brief flash as light caught the quick movement of a blade, and before the man knew it, he was hilt-deep onto Shinsou -- shocked and wriggling like a worm on a hook. In that moment there was little opportunity to speak, the only sound he had made was the sick wet thunk of him falling to the floor.
There was a large puddle of blood seeping now from the corpse at a steady pace, and when it threatened to stain the toe of Gin's shoes, he made a graceful movement to avoid it, eventually landing by Hei's side. Failing to acknowledge the older man that Hei had strung up on his wire like a floundering fish, Gin gave his second-in-command a playful nudge in the ribs with his elbow. "Ara, Hei-kun," Gin said with a motion towards the dead guard. "Amazing what passes for a bodyguard these days, naa?" He motioned for Hei pull the man up to his knees. Without hesitation, Hei did so, and the man's face went red and purple with the lack of oxygen. Gin leaned down towards him, their faces close to together, and patted the man once -- quite firmly -- on the swollen cheek. He was rewarded with a wince, which gave him the slightest of thrills; the man's eyes were brimming with tears of fear and indignation and Gin wiped at them sloppily with the edge of his hand.
"Yare yare," Gin said, straightening up once again. He once again drew Shinsou, holding its point out threateningly towards his prey. There was still a considerable space between the two, but as Gin spoke, he gave its handle a fluttering squeeze, his fingers flexing along its simply wrapped grip. Almost in response the blade seemed to lengthen slowly, like an animal carefully exposing its fangs. "There are too many men in this town that too easily bought, naa? Don't you agree, Milo-kun?" Gin smile seemed to flicker slightly as behind his bowed lips he gritted his teeth. Without warning, Shinsou's blade shot forward, skewering the man through the right part of his gut. "There is no respect these days, no honor." A small twist of the sword, another flicker of metal and the blade had retracted back in an instant. The man cried out in shock and pain, but another small nod towards found the wire tighten around his windpipe, choking off all sound. "What you tried to do to the don had no honor, Milo-kun." Gin's eyes wandered upwards towards Hei's flat expression, and as the two locked gazes, Gin allowed himself to smile once more. "I hate men who have no honor."
Again, there was the sound of metal slicing through air as Shinsou's tip found the man's chest -- cutting through bone and flesh and sinew. A horrible choking sound gurggled in the man's throat and Gin laughed again as he pulled his sword free, turning away with a flourish as the man crumpled to the floor. A spatter of blood went through the air, spraying on both Gin's hands and Hei's cheek.
He was comfortable in darkness in a way that he would never been in the light, and moved easily through the room. Following the sounds, he pulled one of his double-bladed knives out, keeping it ready in case there were guards waiting, and with the other hand pulled one of the wire leads from his belt. After all, he was only supposed to get the man, not kill him. That would be Gin's honor.
Crouching, he used his shoulder to shove the door open, and the bullet hit the door a good foot above his head. The next one hit lower, and Hei threw himself through the doorway, rolling into the room. Two bullets followed him, both missing. But they told him where the man was. His face blank and his eyes hard, he threw the knife, aiming low. He heard it connect, heard the man's sound of pain as it sliced into his leg, and then a sound of surprise as Hei used the wire to pull the man off his feet. Moving quickly, he had his hand over the man's face before the bodyguard had time to get his gun up. This time, as the electricity ravaged him, he screamed.
A bullet slammed into his shoulder, knocking him forward and off the dead man, but not making it through the jacket. He frowned slightly in pain, and turned to see the target holding the gun. In nothing but a towel and still dripping water, the man was somehow still impressive and threatening. Or, he might have been to someone else. Yanking his knife free and tossing it towards the man in the same motion, he dodged another bullet. But the man moved as well, and the knife shattered the dead lamp behind him. Hei yanked the knife back, grabbing the hilt, and fell into a crouch. His shoulder was throbbing with pain that didn't show on his face, as he and the target stared at each other for a moment. Feinting right, Hei watched the man fall for it and instead of throwing his knife, he threw the wire lead. It wrapped itself around the man's neck, and he saw the surprise in his eyes before he sent a shock through him.
When he dragged the man back through the apartment to Gin, though he was no longer holding a gun, he was struggling against the wire at his neck.
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There was a large puddle of blood seeping now from the corpse at a steady pace, and when it threatened to stain the toe of Gin's shoes, he made a graceful movement to avoid it, eventually landing by Hei's side. Failing to acknowledge the older man that Hei had strung up on his wire like a floundering fish, Gin gave his second-in-command a playful nudge in the ribs with his elbow. "Ara, Hei-kun," Gin said with a motion towards the dead guard. "Amazing what passes for a bodyguard these days, naa?" He motioned for Hei pull the man up to his knees. Without hesitation, Hei did so, and the man's face went red and purple with the lack of oxygen. Gin leaned down towards him, their faces close to together, and patted the man once -- quite firmly -- on the swollen cheek. He was rewarded with a wince, which gave him the slightest of thrills; the man's eyes were brimming with tears of fear and indignation and Gin wiped at them sloppily with the edge of his hand.
"Yare yare," Gin said, straightening up once again. He once again drew Shinsou, holding its point out threateningly towards his prey. There was still a considerable space between the two, but as Gin spoke, he gave its handle a fluttering squeeze, his fingers flexing along its simply wrapped grip. Almost in response the blade seemed to lengthen slowly, like an animal carefully exposing its fangs. "There are too many men in this town that too easily bought, naa? Don't you agree, Milo-kun?" Gin smile seemed to flicker slightly as behind his bowed lips he gritted his teeth. Without warning, Shinsou's blade shot forward, skewering the man through the right part of his gut. "There is no respect these days, no honor." A small twist of the sword, another flicker of metal and the blade had retracted back in an instant. The man cried out in shock and pain, but another small nod towards found the wire tighten around his windpipe, choking off all sound. "What you tried to do to the don had no honor, Milo-kun." Gin's eyes wandered upwards towards Hei's flat expression, and as the two locked gazes, Gin allowed himself to smile once more. "I hate men who have no honor."
Again, there was the sound of metal slicing through air as Shinsou's tip found the man's chest -- cutting through bone and flesh and sinew. A horrible choking sound gurggled in the man's throat and Gin laughed again as he pulled his sword free, turning away with a flourish as the man crumpled to the floor. A spatter of blood went through the air, spraying on both Gin's hands and Hei's cheek.
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