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Adult ++
Chapters:
49
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2,500
Reviews:
34
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Tense Meetings
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The Calm
Chapter 30: Tense Meetings
Amaya stared at the woman before her. No words could encompass what she was feeling. Fear seemed to dominate though. She tried to speak, but her throat seemed constricted.
“S-Sith,” she managed to gasp out at the crimson haired assassin before her. “Wha-what are you doing here?”
“Spike gave me your address.”
Amaya made a mental note to throttle the mossy haired man when she next saw him. “Oh? He did, did he?”
“Why would you think that I hated you?” Sith demanded.
“I would have. I would have never forgiven me, not for such betrayal. I would have hunted myself down and slain me in cold blood.”
“Is that what you think I should do, Amaya?”
Amaya snorted. “Why are you asking me? Anything I say could be a lie.”
Sith shrugged. “Possible.”
Amaya smiled sadly and motioned for Sith to enter. “Always the logical one,” she muttered as Sith walked past her.
The apartment was small and sparsely furnished. The walls were a dull grey color, as was the carpet. Sith knew what this place was, it was a temporary address, a safe house. She knew that if she checked now, there would be maybe a few days worth of clothing in the closet and very little food in the small pantry and refrigerator. Sith had slept in many a similar place over the years, had seen so many like it when she and Amaya had been partners. In fact, she recognized it in particular.
[Flashback]
Eve stared blankly at the grey carpeting as she held onto her side. Her hand was red, as was her shirt and a bit of her pants. A dark stain grew slowly beside her on the musty, brown couch. “I’m fine,” Eve growled as Sith stepped forward, a bowl of water and bandages in hand.
Sith snorted and pried her blood caked fingers from her wound. Said hand then flew out, grasping her face and leveling her dark eyes with Eve’s.
“If I die,” she paused and whimpered slightly. “Tell Spike to take you to my warehouse. I want you to have my collection of toys.”
Sith raised a dark eyebrow. “You’re hallucinating from blood loss,” she stated coolly.
Eve smiled. “Maybe, but I just have this feeling. You’ll outlive me. You’re so much better than I am.”
Sith’s eyebrows went forward in a frown. “We are equal.”
Eve laughed shortly. “Believe me when I say, you’re better. We may be a equal skill level, but you have the capacity for this stuff. The ability to endure. Just indulge me,” she pleaded.
Sith nodded slowly. “Fine, if you die, I’ll ask him.”
Eve smiled as she slumped onto the couch, her hand leaving bloody trails down the side of Sith’s face as she blacked out.
[End Flashback]
She had survived, but Sith had forgotten about that promise. She wondered slightly on what Amaya, then Eve, could have meant. She also wanted to know why Spike seemed to know everything and planned on ‘asking’ him when she returned home.
Sith was jostled from her thoughts as a folder slid onto the table in front of her seat on the black couch. She raised a brow at the woman in question.
“That’s everything.”
“Everything?” Sith asked.
“My plans for taking down the Dragons. I have schedules and schematics, also the bank accounts and new ID’s I had created for you, Vicious and everyone else.”
Sith raised a brow once again.
Amaya grinned. “Did you think I’d let the other syndicates know that Vicious survived? Sith, I had been planning this since I gave birth to Aurora. If Rain Deacon could die, and then reemerge as Amaya Ryu without any way of connecting them, you you think I couldn’t pull it off for all of you?”
“You planned it for that long?”
Amaya nodded as she handed Sith a steaming cup of tea. “Yes, but it could only work if you guys had been ignorant to it. And I know that Spike blabbed… he does that.”
Sith seemed disgruntled. “Why does Spike have privy into your every plan?”
Amaya smiled. “Because of Mao’s plans.”
Sith paused. “Mao?”
Amaya grinned. “Did you really think that the Vane the the ones that wanted me to be heir to the Dragons?”
Sith’s eyes narrowed. “Mao.”
Amaya nodded. “Exactly. I would rule, Spike would be my left hand and guard my mind and body. You would be my right, the killing hand, and Vicious would have been my king. Mao had everything arranged that way. The Van approved… and Julia fucked it up. “
“Julia.”
Amaya nodded. “She wanted to rule. Wanted the power, wanted everything. Problem was that she knew nothing of life beyond the syndicate, or how to survive in the real world. She was from the world of prestige and wealth, while we were from the gutter,” Amaya stated. She then sighed and smiled. “Can you imagine how powerful the Dragons could have been if she hadn’t screwed it up?”
“Why destroy it?”
“Because I didn’t want it, and when Mao… when he died. So did any care I ever held for the syndicate. By then, things were already destroyed by Julia and her idiocy. Spike was gone and Vicious was… different. Do you remember how he was before Julia came to him?”
Sith said nothing.
Amaya frowned slightly and stood. She then walked to the door and opened it. “Take the folder and go. I can’t… please, just go.”
Sith stood, the heavy, manila folder in hand as she made her way out the door.
Amaya touched her arm slightly, causing the crimson haired woman to turn. She then smiled sadly again and pressed a soft kiss to Sith’s cheek. “Tell them… I’m sorry and that I love them.” Sith nodded mutely before starting down the hall. “That goes for you too, Sith,” she said to the retreating woman’s back as she closed the door and locked it shut.
Amaya sighed and let her head fall against the wall as she slid down it. ‘I need a drink,’ she sighed mentally as she stared at the grey before her. “A strong drink.”
~*~*~*~
Levii: Be prepared peoples, we are heading towaa bia big showdown! Something big is about to happen in the next chapter which will ignight it all! Muahahaha! Review!
The Calm
Chapter 30: Tense Meetings
Amaya stared at the woman before her. No words could encompass what she was feeling. Fear seemed to dominate though. She tried to speak, but her throat seemed constricted.
“S-Sith,” she managed to gasp out at the crimson haired assassin before her. “Wha-what are you doing here?”
“Spike gave me your address.”
Amaya made a mental note to throttle the mossy haired man when she next saw him. “Oh? He did, did he?”
“Why would you think that I hated you?” Sith demanded.
“I would have. I would have never forgiven me, not for such betrayal. I would have hunted myself down and slain me in cold blood.”
“Is that what you think I should do, Amaya?”
Amaya snorted. “Why are you asking me? Anything I say could be a lie.”
Sith shrugged. “Possible.”
Amaya smiled sadly and motioned for Sith to enter. “Always the logical one,” she muttered as Sith walked past her.
The apartment was small and sparsely furnished. The walls were a dull grey color, as was the carpet. Sith knew what this place was, it was a temporary address, a safe house. She knew that if she checked now, there would be maybe a few days worth of clothing in the closet and very little food in the small pantry and refrigerator. Sith had slept in many a similar place over the years, had seen so many like it when she and Amaya had been partners. In fact, she recognized it in particular.
[Flashback]
Eve stared blankly at the grey carpeting as she held onto her side. Her hand was red, as was her shirt and a bit of her pants. A dark stain grew slowly beside her on the musty, brown couch. “I’m fine,” Eve growled as Sith stepped forward, a bowl of water and bandages in hand.
Sith snorted and pried her blood caked fingers from her wound. Said hand then flew out, grasping her face and leveling her dark eyes with Eve’s.
“If I die,” she paused and whimpered slightly. “Tell Spike to take you to my warehouse. I want you to have my collection of toys.”
Sith raised a dark eyebrow. “You’re hallucinating from blood loss,” she stated coolly.
Eve smiled. “Maybe, but I just have this feeling. You’ll outlive me. You’re so much better than I am.”
Sith’s eyebrows went forward in a frown. “We are equal.”
Eve laughed shortly. “Believe me when I say, you’re better. We may be a equal skill level, but you have the capacity for this stuff. The ability to endure. Just indulge me,” she pleaded.
Sith nodded slowly. “Fine, if you die, I’ll ask him.”
Eve smiled as she slumped onto the couch, her hand leaving bloody trails down the side of Sith’s face as she blacked out.
[End Flashback]
She had survived, but Sith had forgotten about that promise. She wondered slightly on what Amaya, then Eve, could have meant. She also wanted to know why Spike seemed to know everything and planned on ‘asking’ him when she returned home.
Sith was jostled from her thoughts as a folder slid onto the table in front of her seat on the black couch. She raised a brow at the woman in question.
“That’s everything.”
“Everything?” Sith asked.
“My plans for taking down the Dragons. I have schedules and schematics, also the bank accounts and new ID’s I had created for you, Vicious and everyone else.”
Sith raised a brow once again.
Amaya grinned. “Did you think I’d let the other syndicates know that Vicious survived? Sith, I had been planning this since I gave birth to Aurora. If Rain Deacon could die, and then reemerge as Amaya Ryu without any way of connecting them, you you think I couldn’t pull it off for all of you?”
“You planned it for that long?”
Amaya nodded as she handed Sith a steaming cup of tea. “Yes, but it could only work if you guys had been ignorant to it. And I know that Spike blabbed… he does that.”
Sith seemed disgruntled. “Why does Spike have privy into your every plan?”
Amaya smiled. “Because of Mao’s plans.”
Sith paused. “Mao?”
Amaya grinned. “Did you really think that the Vane the the ones that wanted me to be heir to the Dragons?”
Sith’s eyes narrowed. “Mao.”
Amaya nodded. “Exactly. I would rule, Spike would be my left hand and guard my mind and body. You would be my right, the killing hand, and Vicious would have been my king. Mao had everything arranged that way. The Van approved… and Julia fucked it up. “
“Julia.”
Amaya nodded. “She wanted to rule. Wanted the power, wanted everything. Problem was that she knew nothing of life beyond the syndicate, or how to survive in the real world. She was from the world of prestige and wealth, while we were from the gutter,” Amaya stated. She then sighed and smiled. “Can you imagine how powerful the Dragons could have been if she hadn’t screwed it up?”
“Why destroy it?”
“Because I didn’t want it, and when Mao… when he died. So did any care I ever held for the syndicate. By then, things were already destroyed by Julia and her idiocy. Spike was gone and Vicious was… different. Do you remember how he was before Julia came to him?”
Sith said nothing.
Amaya frowned slightly and stood. She then walked to the door and opened it. “Take the folder and go. I can’t… please, just go.”
Sith stood, the heavy, manila folder in hand as she made her way out the door.
Amaya touched her arm slightly, causing the crimson haired woman to turn. She then smiled sadly again and pressed a soft kiss to Sith’s cheek. “Tell them… I’m sorry and that I love them.” Sith nodded mutely before starting down the hall. “That goes for you too, Sith,” she said to the retreating woman’s back as she closed the door and locked it shut.
Amaya sighed and let her head fall against the wall as she slid down it. ‘I need a drink,’ she sighed mentally as she stared at the grey before her. “A strong drink.”
~*~*~*~
Levii: Be prepared peoples, we are heading towaa bia big showdown! Something big is about to happen in the next chapter which will ignight it all! Muahahaha! Review!