CONTRACT: Scrapping this
First page, I'm getting rid of it, I hate it, it makes no sense, has no bearing on the story and has fangirl Japanese. I may revisit the setting as such, but seriously, it's poorly written and doesn't even fit the characterisation.
She smiles and brings the glass to her lips, never taking a drink, only teasing her counterpart. Tossing her black hair, she laughs. Hers wasn't a gentle laugh, as you may expect of one with her expression, it was a loud laugh, one that would remind a person that sometimes the world really is laughing at you, and pointing a large finger in your face as it did so. Leaning across the table, she looks her colleague in the eye. The two were now close enough to kiss, but neither had this intention, they would sooner bite eachother's faces right off their skulls than kiss. The smile disapears from her face, her lips sit straight against eachother and parted only to allow sound to pass. "What exactly is it that you want from me?"
He paused for a moment, his eyes moved from hers to the glass on the table, still full. He frowned at her refusal to drink, was he really that untrustworthy? He leaned back in his seat deciding it may be best to answer her question, "I need you... to do another mission..."
She growled loudly, eyes narrowed, fists "FUCK! I just got back from the last one you sent me on and you want me to go back out there!?"
He grimaced, this wasn't the reaction he was expecting. He slowly opened his hazel eyes, ready to plead with her but was instead met with the sight of two blood covered hands. The shock of the two palms caused him to jump back in his seat, "Jesus fuck, Kyle! Didn't you wash your hands before you came here?" She smiled at him, running a hand through her hair, with her red eyes squinting in a manner that implied amusement. He drew a long breath and took one of her hands between his two, "please Kyle... remember how much you loved the last one, you wouldn't stop talking about it on the phone..."
Remembering the scene, she smiled in a manner reminiscent of a little girl remembering Christmas, "... Atashi wa... Atashi wa Shinigami desu..." Her left hand unconsciously moved in a stabbing motion and she giggled quietly.
"See how much you enjoyed it, Kyle? You can't tell me that-"
"I don't want to." Kyle sat back down, glaring at her partner.
"Look. You signed a contract. That's just the way it is." He stood up and made his way out of the bar, paying for the drinks he had bought and leaving as discretely as the building would allow.
Kyle stood shortly after, leaving via a backdoor that led into an alleyway. She eyed a group of thugs standing a couple of feet away from her, however she wasn't in a fun mood and decided to leave the gang alone. A shame that the gang didn't feel the same way. One, who was clearly not the leader, came from the group and made his way towards Kyle. He walked quickly so as to end up in front of her and the backed her into a wall, he moved a hand towards her shoulder and attempted to pull away the straps of her vest, only to have her swat away his hand. He winked at her and smiled, "ooh, feisty."
She heaved and fought back her physical need to vomit, despite how revolting her current situation was. Looking at her 'attacker' she sighed, "what do you want? I'm tired and I need a bath."
"You sound so bored, don't I interest you?"
"Not particularly, no."
He frowned and paused for a moment, "well... why don't I make things more interesting?" He lingered on the last word as if he had just delivered the most inspiring statement of the century. He pushed her into the wall and attempted to pull up her shirt. In a swift movement, as though she had been training for this moment her entire life, she grabbed his wrists, kicked him in the gut, swung him around and pushed him face-first into the wall, holding him up by twisting his arm at an unnatural angle with one hand and pushing his face roughly into the wall with the other.
"What did I say to you? Didn't I say I wasn't interested? DIDN'T I!?"
He attempted to nod, however, he found the rough brick grating on the side of his face unbearable and spluttered out a feeble, "ye... yes ma'am..."
She kicked him in the side of his knee and threw him on the floor, "good boy." She began to walk away and turned around to find a larger member of the gang stampeding towards her. Standing her ground, she waited a moment, grabbed his arm and swung him into the wall, there was a definitive crack and he slumped towards the ground. He was undoubtedly dead. Two more rushed at her, she pulled a pair of knuckle dusters out of her pockets and put them on, the left one was bladed and the right was flat. She dodged a barrage of blows, jumping backwards after every few steps they took forwards. Taking a risk, she punched one in the face with her right hand, taking the moment of shock from the two she punched him in the neck with her left hand and again with the right. She grabbed his arm and spun slightly, swinging him as though she were a professional wrestler. When she was satisfied that the momentum would be enough, she let go and his carcass flew into his counterpart, knocking him clear off his feet. She jumped towards him and landed over him, she drove her left hand into his neck and stood up, making sure to kick him in the head as she walked away. Looking around, she noticed the last member standing at the back of the alley and the first member watching in horror. Smiling to herself, she sauntered away.
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Simone xox
She smiles and brings the glass to her lips, never taking a drink, only teasing her counterpart. Tossing her black hair, she laughs. Hers wasn't a gentle laugh, as you may expect of one with her expression, it was a loud laugh, one that would remind a person that sometimes the world really is laughing at you, and pointing a large finger in your face as it did so. Leaning across the table, she looks her colleague in the eye. The two were now close enough to kiss, but neither had this intention, they would sooner bite eachother's faces right off their skulls than kiss. The smile disapears from her face, her lips sit straight against eachother and parted only to allow sound to pass. "What exactly is it that you want from me?"
He paused for a moment, his eyes moved from hers to the glass on the table, still full. He frowned at her refusal to drink, was he really that untrustworthy? He leaned back in his seat deciding it may be best to answer her question, "I need you... to do another mission..."
She growled loudly, eyes narrowed, fists "FUCK! I just got back from the last one you sent me on and you want me to go back out there!?"
He grimaced, this wasn't the reaction he was expecting. He slowly opened his hazel eyes, ready to plead with her but was instead met with the sight of two blood covered hands. The shock of the two palms caused him to jump back in his seat, "Jesus fuck, Kyle! Didn't you wash your hands before you came here?" She smiled at him, running a hand through her hair, with her red eyes squinting in a manner that implied amusement. He drew a long breath and took one of her hands between his two, "please Kyle... remember how much you loved the last one, you wouldn't stop talking about it on the phone..."
Remembering the scene, she smiled in a manner reminiscent of a little girl remembering Christmas, "... Atashi wa... Atashi wa Shinigami desu..." Her left hand unconsciously moved in a stabbing motion and she giggled quietly.
"See how much you enjoyed it, Kyle? You can't tell me that-"
"I don't want to." Kyle sat back down, glaring at her partner.
"Look. You signed a contract. That's just the way it is." He stood up and made his way out of the bar, paying for the drinks he had bought and leaving as discretely as the building would allow.
Kyle stood shortly after, leaving via a backdoor that led into an alleyway. She eyed a group of thugs standing a couple of feet away from her, however she wasn't in a fun mood and decided to leave the gang alone. A shame that the gang didn't feel the same way. One, who was clearly not the leader, came from the group and made his way towards Kyle. He walked quickly so as to end up in front of her and the backed her into a wall, he moved a hand towards her shoulder and attempted to pull away the straps of her vest, only to have her swat away his hand. He winked at her and smiled, "ooh, feisty."
She heaved and fought back her physical need to vomit, despite how revolting her current situation was. Looking at her 'attacker' she sighed, "what do you want? I'm tired and I need a bath."
"You sound so bored, don't I interest you?"
"Not particularly, no."
He frowned and paused for a moment, "well... why don't I make things more interesting?" He lingered on the last word as if he had just delivered the most inspiring statement of the century. He pushed her into the wall and attempted to pull up her shirt. In a swift movement, as though she had been training for this moment her entire life, she grabbed his wrists, kicked him in the gut, swung him around and pushed him face-first into the wall, holding him up by twisting his arm at an unnatural angle with one hand and pushing his face roughly into the wall with the other.
"What did I say to you? Didn't I say I wasn't interested? DIDN'T I!?"
He attempted to nod, however, he found the rough brick grating on the side of his face unbearable and spluttered out a feeble, "ye... yes ma'am..."
She kicked him in the side of his knee and threw him on the floor, "good boy." She began to walk away and turned around to find a larger member of the gang stampeding towards her. Standing her ground, she waited a moment, grabbed his arm and swung him into the wall, there was a definitive crack and he slumped towards the ground. He was undoubtedly dead. Two more rushed at her, she pulled a pair of knuckle dusters out of her pockets and put them on, the left one was bladed and the right was flat. She dodged a barrage of blows, jumping backwards after every few steps they took forwards. Taking a risk, she punched one in the face with her right hand, taking the moment of shock from the two she punched him in the neck with her left hand and again with the right. She grabbed his arm and spun slightly, swinging him as though she were a professional wrestler. When she was satisfied that the momentum would be enough, she let go and his carcass flew into his counterpart, knocking him clear off his feet. She jumped towards him and landed over him, she drove her left hand into his neck and stood up, making sure to kick him in the head as she walked away. Looking around, she noticed the last member standing at the back of the alley and the first member watching in horror. Smiling to herself, she sauntered away.
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Simone xox