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Jun. 5th, 2010 04:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaIt's a cruel world. That's what Niou thinks when he slides his knife into yet another mark and waits for them to crumple forward. It's a cruel world is what he thinks when he pulls the knife off and pushes the gasping, clawing, bleeding body off of him so that it hits the alley wall before it crumples t to the ground. It's a cruel world, is what Niou thinks when he cleans his knife (titanium with an edge so fine that only the custom made sheath can hold it without being sliced to ribbons) on the corpse's clothes before he tucks his knife away. He thinks 'it's a cruel world' as he kicks the corpses legs aside and begins his lazy stroll out of the alleyway.
The street that connects to the dark and dismal alleyway is bright, highlighted by last generation neon lights that flicker and sputter but stay on, lit by the hovering fluorescents the city installed a decade ago. It's almost enough to blind Niou, almost, but his custom made sensors automatically adjust and the glasses over his eyes darken slightly and lighten up as Niou's pupils widen.
Niou doesn't need to do something so crude as tap at a plug in his ear although he sees poor denizens of this slum do so as they scurry past. The implant automatically turns on when Niou tilts his head slightly to the left.
"Is it done?" Sanada's voice, gruff and dangerous and deadly, the voice of a man confined against his will. Niou smirks as he strolls down the brightly lit street. The whores know better than to ply their trade at him, the gigolos as well. The crooked cops on the corners glance at Niou's shock of bright white hair and turn pale.
"Sure it's done." No one glances at Niou twice for talking into thin air, they're all too plugged into their own electronics or too interested in the sins of the flesh. Junkies shake as the hand over money to their suppliers. "Have I ever failed a job?"
"Kikumaru." Sanada's voice is a rough reminder and Niou's cheek twinges. Any failed job results in a beating and Niou's body and mind can remember each one.
"That was Yaaaaaaagyuuu." Niou whines and turns the corner. "Yagyuu! Just because he's my partner."
"Your partner." Yanagi's voice cuts on, a hand landing on Niou's shoulder and steering him to the left. "Your responsibility." The 'data master' the one who would usually be in Sanada's place were it not for Yukimura's sickness and Sanada's injury, pushes Niou into their transportation. A sleek camouflaged floater. Yanagi pushes Niou into the back before slipping into the driver's seat and closing the privacy divider. Niou makes himself comfortable in an area usually reserved for passengers or prisoners. He's annoyed Yanagi once too often on a ride, so he ends up back here each time now.
"Hey, Sanada." Niou rests his head against a thin bulletproof window and lays a hand on his crotch. "I'm touching myself while talking to you. Talk dirty to me," An enraged grunt before the communication ends. Not with something so undignified as a click, it just ends. Niou smirks and rubs himself through his jeans while he thinks of Sanada fuming back in that dark room at HQ, all alone and with nothing to do but shout orders. It's enough to make Niou hard straight off.
The thought of what he'll get to do with Sanada that night and the vibration of the floater as it drives down rough cracked blacktop makes it better.
The street that connects to the dark and dismal alleyway is bright, highlighted by last generation neon lights that flicker and sputter but stay on, lit by the hovering fluorescents the city installed a decade ago. It's almost enough to blind Niou, almost, but his custom made sensors automatically adjust and the glasses over his eyes darken slightly and lighten up as Niou's pupils widen.
Niou doesn't need to do something so crude as tap at a plug in his ear although he sees poor denizens of this slum do so as they scurry past. The implant automatically turns on when Niou tilts his head slightly to the left.
"Is it done?" Sanada's voice, gruff and dangerous and deadly, the voice of a man confined against his will. Niou smirks as he strolls down the brightly lit street. The whores know better than to ply their trade at him, the gigolos as well. The crooked cops on the corners glance at Niou's shock of bright white hair and turn pale.
"Sure it's done." No one glances at Niou twice for talking into thin air, they're all too plugged into their own electronics or too interested in the sins of the flesh. Junkies shake as the hand over money to their suppliers. "Have I ever failed a job?"
"Kikumaru." Sanada's voice is a rough reminder and Niou's cheek twinges. Any failed job results in a beating and Niou's body and mind can remember each one.
"That was Yaaaaaaagyuuu." Niou whines and turns the corner. "Yagyuu! Just because he's my partner."
"Your partner." Yanagi's voice cuts on, a hand landing on Niou's shoulder and steering him to the left. "Your responsibility." The 'data master' the one who would usually be in Sanada's place were it not for Yukimura's sickness and Sanada's injury, pushes Niou into their transportation. A sleek camouflaged floater. Yanagi pushes Niou into the back before slipping into the driver's seat and closing the privacy divider. Niou makes himself comfortable in an area usually reserved for passengers or prisoners. He's annoyed Yanagi once too often on a ride, so he ends up back here each time now.
"Hey, Sanada." Niou rests his head against a thin bulletproof window and lays a hand on his crotch. "I'm touching myself while talking to you. Talk dirty to me," An enraged grunt before the communication ends. Not with something so undignified as a click, it just ends. Niou smirks and rubs himself through his jeans while he thinks of Sanada fuming back in that dark room at HQ, all alone and with nothing to do but shout orders. It's enough to make Niou hard straight off.
The thought of what he'll get to do with Sanada that night and the vibration of the floater as it drives down rough cracked blacktop makes it better.
