Post by Hiei on Jan 21, 2006 22:28:48 GMT 7
Jack sat on his dimly-lit office, his desk lamp being the only source of light in the rectangular room. He wore a black suit, mostly crumpled, as he leaned back on the chair. He had a cigar between his lips, and smoke blew out of his nose everytime he breathed. His face wore a serious and grim expression. On his table, was a gold name tag, with the words "Jack Ripper" embedded on it in black.
"Is it done?" He asked in a low tone, looking at the shadowy figure at the other side of the room. His voice was a little muffled, due to the cigar. The figure's arm raised up and a large necklace dropped onto Jack's desk. Jack picked it up, then started laughing. His cigar dropped to the floor, and Jack crushed it with his shoe. He stood up, pushing his chair behind. The 6'5'' tall giant came out from behind his desk and put his right hand on the figure's shoulder. His left hand held the large necklace. There was a stain of blood on it.
"Nice job. And as promised, your payment is already in your bank account." He said, in a more merry tone. He went back to his desk, then opened a cupboard. He revealed a bottle of rare wine wrapped in paper, and took two cups from the nearby cabinet. He looked at the figure. "You drink?" The figure shook his head.
"Come on! This is indeed a moment we must celebrate. I just took my frist step to being the richest man in the world!" He said as he poured the wine into the cup at its brim. He took a sip, making sure it wouldn't drip.
"You sure your plan will work?" The figure finally spoke. His voice had an eerie tone to it. It sounded normal, yet anyone who heard it would feel...Creeped out.
Jack's eyes darted at the figure. He stood at his full height. "I've been planning this for ten frikin years. Of course it will work!" There was a moment of silence, before the figure spoke again. 'Alright. Well, have fun celebrating your brother's death."
"Don't call him my brother. Brothes don't betray each other." Jack replied in an angry tone, but the figure was already gone. Jack wondered how he did that, always dissapearing in the shadow. He ignored it and took two sips of his wine. "I love being rich and powerful."
"Sir, are you there?" A voice came from the phone on his desk. Jack growled, then turned, turning the speaker on. "What?" The person on the other line gulped. "Uhh..Sir...We found him, sir." Jack growled once more. His moment of celebration was gone. He had to back to business.
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Dark woke up first, his bed sheets shifting below him as he moved his body. He sat up and placed his feet on the floor. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Giving out a sigh and rubbing his eyes, he stood up. He looked at the other bed in the room. Hiei was still asleep, his small figure hidden under the sheets.
Dark walked towards the sliding door, taking his clothes from the cupboard beside his bed. He walked over to the bathroom next door and got changed, before going back in his room. He placed his old clothes in the laundry box, and neatened up his.
He wore a black unbuttoned jacket with a picture of a red skull over his right chest. He wore a black shirt inside, with a picture of raging flame in the center. His dark blue jeans was a little baggy, but still fit. His hair had been combed down, mostly back. He hated it when his hair covered his eyes.
"You know sensei hates it when you wear those." Hiei said as he got up. Dark looked at Hiei, chuckling. "I know." Hiei sighed. His half-brother's ignorance was sometimes irritating. He walked over to his own cupbaord and tooks his clothes, chaging into them.
He wore a black sleeve-less shirt, and black baggy pants. His wrist was wrapped in paper bandages, and his pants was tightened by two white belts. He looked at Dark. "Where's sensei?"
"I don't-" Dark stopped when he heard loud thud coming from upstairs. Dark's eyes opened wide, then he quickly dashed out of the room, followed by Hiei. THUD! The roof in front of him fell, and their old sensei landed on the ground in front of them.
"Sensei!" Dark exclaimed, running for his master. A dark figure jumped through the hole and landed between them and their sensei, facing the unconcious old man. Dark suspected that the man was the one who attacked his sensei.
The man wore a black coat, covering his whole body, except his face. He was about 5'6'' tall, just like Dark. Dark shouted, raising his fist. When he was close enough, he threw it at the man. The man, in one swift move, turned to his side and grabbed Dark's wrist. He palce his other hand on Dark's chest, then spun once more, throwing him over his sensei and at the wall about five meters away. Dark flew through the bamboo wall.
Hiei jumped up and sent a flying kick at the man's head. The cloaked man turned once more, grabbing Hiei's ankle, and spinning him around 180 degrees, before throwing him at the direction Hiei came. Hiei fell on the floor, rolling a few feet, then halted to a stop, laying on his stomach. The man shook his head, then bent down beside the sensei.
"Your time's up, old man." The figure spoke, as he took out a small blade from his back, hidden by the cloak. He raised it above the man's chest, then said a few words. Ista huyomalan bretodya. The knife went into the old man's body, piercing his heart. The old man gave out a few deep breathes, then a gasp, then his lungs stopped moving.
The man pulled out the knife, and wiped the blood with the dead man's sleeve. He put it back to its sheathe. He looked up and saw Dark there. "Your gonna pay." Dark shouted as he charged once more. The killer simply pushed his palm forward at Dark's chest and he flew backwards, landing on his shoulder.
Dark stood up again, and charged at the killer once more. There was blood dripping from his mouth. He sent a punch at the man's chest. He was about to block it, when he felt an impact at the back of his knees. He fell forward, then flew backwards as Dark's punch hit.
The killer flipped in the air and landed on his feet. There, beside Dark was Hiei. "Heh. Nice teamwork, but it ain't gonna be enough to beat me." He said as he turned around, and entered the shadows with Dark and Hiei running at him. The moment he was engulfed in the shadow, he was gone. Just dissapeared without a trace.
Dark growled. He turned at his sensei's corpse, then felt a tear roll down his cheek. He walked over to his sensei's body and knelt down beside him. He buried his face on his sensei's stomach, crying. Hiei stood beside him, looking at the old man's eyes.
He suddenly knelt down, prying open his hand. Inside it, was a piece of paper. "Hidden Fist." Hiei looked at it, trying to make out the message, but failed. He showed it to his half-brother, who was shocked the moment he saw the words. "Tell me what you know." Hiei asked, more like a threat than a request.
Dark took a deep breathe, trying to contorl his tears. "Hidden Fist Tournament. A tournament held by Ripper Industries where fighters all over the world brawl at each other until one is knocked out, or killed." Hiei looked at his half-brother in the eye. They knew what they had to do. Why, they weren't sure, but they knew they had to join the Hidden Fist tournament.
The next day, they left the deed of the dojo to their neighbour, and took all their belongings. Behind the dojo, in the garden, was the grave of their sensei. As they were about to leave the village they lived in, Dark suddenly exclaimed.
"I almost forgot. We need another fighter. The tournament has two categories. A Solo Tournament, and a Tri-team tournament. Meaning, we need another member in our team in order to join the tournament." He explained to Hiei.
Hiei looked at him for a while. Dark knew what he meant and chuckled. "Well, let's go pay him a visit. After all, we still have to get through the place to get to New York." Hiei nodded, and they moved on.
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"Is it done?" He asked in a low tone, looking at the shadowy figure at the other side of the room. His voice was a little muffled, due to the cigar. The figure's arm raised up and a large necklace dropped onto Jack's desk. Jack picked it up, then started laughing. His cigar dropped to the floor, and Jack crushed it with his shoe. He stood up, pushing his chair behind. The 6'5'' tall giant came out from behind his desk and put his right hand on the figure's shoulder. His left hand held the large necklace. There was a stain of blood on it.
"Nice job. And as promised, your payment is already in your bank account." He said, in a more merry tone. He went back to his desk, then opened a cupboard. He revealed a bottle of rare wine wrapped in paper, and took two cups from the nearby cabinet. He looked at the figure. "You drink?" The figure shook his head.
"Come on! This is indeed a moment we must celebrate. I just took my frist step to being the richest man in the world!" He said as he poured the wine into the cup at its brim. He took a sip, making sure it wouldn't drip.
"You sure your plan will work?" The figure finally spoke. His voice had an eerie tone to it. It sounded normal, yet anyone who heard it would feel...Creeped out.
Jack's eyes darted at the figure. He stood at his full height. "I've been planning this for ten frikin years. Of course it will work!" There was a moment of silence, before the figure spoke again. 'Alright. Well, have fun celebrating your brother's death."
"Don't call him my brother. Brothes don't betray each other." Jack replied in an angry tone, but the figure was already gone. Jack wondered how he did that, always dissapearing in the shadow. He ignored it and took two sips of his wine. "I love being rich and powerful."
"Sir, are you there?" A voice came from the phone on his desk. Jack growled, then turned, turning the speaker on. "What?" The person on the other line gulped. "Uhh..Sir...We found him, sir." Jack growled once more. His moment of celebration was gone. He had to back to business.
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Dark woke up first, his bed sheets shifting below him as he moved his body. He sat up and placed his feet on the floor. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. Giving out a sigh and rubbing his eyes, he stood up. He looked at the other bed in the room. Hiei was still asleep, his small figure hidden under the sheets.
Dark walked towards the sliding door, taking his clothes from the cupboard beside his bed. He walked over to the bathroom next door and got changed, before going back in his room. He placed his old clothes in the laundry box, and neatened up his.
He wore a black unbuttoned jacket with a picture of a red skull over his right chest. He wore a black shirt inside, with a picture of raging flame in the center. His dark blue jeans was a little baggy, but still fit. His hair had been combed down, mostly back. He hated it when his hair covered his eyes.
"You know sensei hates it when you wear those." Hiei said as he got up. Dark looked at Hiei, chuckling. "I know." Hiei sighed. His half-brother's ignorance was sometimes irritating. He walked over to his own cupbaord and tooks his clothes, chaging into them.
He wore a black sleeve-less shirt, and black baggy pants. His wrist was wrapped in paper bandages, and his pants was tightened by two white belts. He looked at Dark. "Where's sensei?"
"I don't-" Dark stopped when he heard loud thud coming from upstairs. Dark's eyes opened wide, then he quickly dashed out of the room, followed by Hiei. THUD! The roof in front of him fell, and their old sensei landed on the ground in front of them.
"Sensei!" Dark exclaimed, running for his master. A dark figure jumped through the hole and landed between them and their sensei, facing the unconcious old man. Dark suspected that the man was the one who attacked his sensei.
The man wore a black coat, covering his whole body, except his face. He was about 5'6'' tall, just like Dark. Dark shouted, raising his fist. When he was close enough, he threw it at the man. The man, in one swift move, turned to his side and grabbed Dark's wrist. He palce his other hand on Dark's chest, then spun once more, throwing him over his sensei and at the wall about five meters away. Dark flew through the bamboo wall.
Hiei jumped up and sent a flying kick at the man's head. The cloaked man turned once more, grabbing Hiei's ankle, and spinning him around 180 degrees, before throwing him at the direction Hiei came. Hiei fell on the floor, rolling a few feet, then halted to a stop, laying on his stomach. The man shook his head, then bent down beside the sensei.
"Your time's up, old man." The figure spoke, as he took out a small blade from his back, hidden by the cloak. He raised it above the man's chest, then said a few words. Ista huyomalan bretodya. The knife went into the old man's body, piercing his heart. The old man gave out a few deep breathes, then a gasp, then his lungs stopped moving.
The man pulled out the knife, and wiped the blood with the dead man's sleeve. He put it back to its sheathe. He looked up and saw Dark there. "Your gonna pay." Dark shouted as he charged once more. The killer simply pushed his palm forward at Dark's chest and he flew backwards, landing on his shoulder.
Dark stood up again, and charged at the killer once more. There was blood dripping from his mouth. He sent a punch at the man's chest. He was about to block it, when he felt an impact at the back of his knees. He fell forward, then flew backwards as Dark's punch hit.
The killer flipped in the air and landed on his feet. There, beside Dark was Hiei. "Heh. Nice teamwork, but it ain't gonna be enough to beat me." He said as he turned around, and entered the shadows with Dark and Hiei running at him. The moment he was engulfed in the shadow, he was gone. Just dissapeared without a trace.
Dark growled. He turned at his sensei's corpse, then felt a tear roll down his cheek. He walked over to his sensei's body and knelt down beside him. He buried his face on his sensei's stomach, crying. Hiei stood beside him, looking at the old man's eyes.
He suddenly knelt down, prying open his hand. Inside it, was a piece of paper. "Hidden Fist." Hiei looked at it, trying to make out the message, but failed. He showed it to his half-brother, who was shocked the moment he saw the words. "Tell me what you know." Hiei asked, more like a threat than a request.
Dark took a deep breathe, trying to contorl his tears. "Hidden Fist Tournament. A tournament held by Ripper Industries where fighters all over the world brawl at each other until one is knocked out, or killed." Hiei looked at his half-brother in the eye. They knew what they had to do. Why, they weren't sure, but they knew they had to join the Hidden Fist tournament.
The next day, they left the deed of the dojo to their neighbour, and took all their belongings. Behind the dojo, in the garden, was the grave of their sensei. As they were about to leave the village they lived in, Dark suddenly exclaimed.
"I almost forgot. We need another fighter. The tournament has two categories. A Solo Tournament, and a Tri-team tournament. Meaning, we need another member in our team in order to join the tournament." He explained to Hiei.
Hiei looked at him for a while. Dark knew what he meant and chuckled. "Well, let's go pay him a visit. After all, we still have to get through the place to get to New York." Hiei nodded, and they moved on.
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