The
rain could not stop, even if Takeshi Hibaramu wished for it. He sprawled, blood
spilling from his wound. The hole in his chest sent pain streaking through his
body. Glass shards punctured his blue eyes, stealing away his sight. His
clothes were in tatters; his short blonde hair matted in blood. He could feel
the heat of nearby flames. The building was slowly blown apart as gas tanks
exploded, setting each other off one by one. Two figures stood at Takeshi’s
side, silent as they placed the proof of their betrayal next to his head.
Takeshi’s mask was made of porcelain, with one half painted green. The spade
was painted above the left eye, like a hovering dagger. Under the right eye,
the crescent moon was painted with a sharp curve.
Takeshi
could hear heavy footsteps approaching him. “Minamori, is that you?” Takeshi
called. He received no answer. “Hisoka, is it you, Hisoka?” Silence greeted
Takeshi as the footsteps stopped at his side.
“Sorry
to disappoint, son.” A low male voice answered. “But I’m the commander of the
police. My name is Marcus Reid.”
Takeshi
could feel himself being pulled onto his feet. Cold steel, handcuffs, clamped
around his wrists. The whole time, Takeshi didn’t even resist. He didn’t want
to. He knew that the explosion was meant to dispose of him. It was a trap set
up by his two closest companions.
It
was something traumatic, and shattered one’s trust as easily as their heart. It
was something that Takeshi would have done, and it disgusted him.
Marcus
told Takeshi that the other two had gotten away. This made Takeshi both
relieved and disgusted. In the interrogation room, Takeshi’s mask laid on the
table, the shards put somewhat together with tape. Takeshi had insisted on
keeping it.
Earlier,
Takeshi had been rushed to the hospital. There, his body was bandaged, and the
glass was removed from his eyes and any other parts of his body. Now he had to
walk around blind-folded, aided by an official.
Takeshi
told them everything that had happened in his days as an assassin. As he told
them, Marcus and his secretary, Catalina, nodded and listened. They decided
that they were going to let him off, seeing as the stories made it sound like
Takeshi was being used.
“You
will hear from us again soon.” Marcus said. “And we expect you to contact us if
you run into those two again.” With that, Marcus gave Takeshi card with his
contact information on.
“Thank
you, commander.” Takeshi said as he stepped out of the car door. His mother,
Nova Hibaramu, was waiting there for him. She already heard from Marcus about
what had happened. She was no longer angry at Takeshi, but still a bit upset.
Nova’s
house also serves as a nightclub. Nova is the DJ, and Takeshi serves as the bar
tender. They only played electronic or techno music. If someone tried to ask
for something else, they would get kicked out onto the curb.
Tonight,
Takeshi did the best he can with the bar tending. Even though he had become
permanently blind, he had long made sure to memorize the entire building, so
that he would be able to traverse while blindfolded. He expertly concocted
drinks for the party goers that lined up along the bar table.
Hours
later, the club closed for the morning. Nova had gone to bed, while Takeshi
cleaned up the place. Night was beginning to fade into morning when he had
finished. After locking up the building, Takeshi went to walk to his own house.
Takeshi’s
house is much more normal than Nova’s. It’s just a two story building with two
bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room, and a kitchen. He went straight to bed
after locking the door behind himself.
“It
took you long enough.” A voice said in the darkness.
Takeshi
couldn’t see, but he could tell that the voice belonged to Hisoka. Anger began
to rise within Takeshi. Hisoka and Minamori had betrayed him, tried to kill
him, and now Hisoka decides to break into Takeshi house. The anger inside
Takeshi was beginning to peak, now. “Hisoka, you bastard. What do you want?”
Hisoka
stayed silent as he proceeded to start his assault. Takeshi felt an intense
pain in his ear as something sliced it open. Then he felt the barrage of
punches land on his torso as Hisoka launched his attack.
“Damn it.” Takeshi thought. “If only I could see. That bastard would be
the one getting pummeled.” A hard blow landed in Takeshi’s cheek, and he
fell to the ground. “If only I could see.”
Hisoka
was laughing hysterically, not stopping with his punches. Behind his mask, his
eyes glinted with blood-lust. At least, that’s what Takeshi could sense.
“If only I could see.” Takeshi thought.
The thought repeated itself in Takeshi’s head as he continued to get beaten up.
Finally, Takeshi could take it no more, and he had to shout it out. “IF ONLY I
COULD SEE!!!!!!!!!”
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