A//N: New story time!
I feel like I'm forgetting something very important that I meant to put in this chapter, but I cannot think of it for the world! It annoys me so much. Watch now, I'll post this first chapter and the moment I hit submit I'll remember.
Anyway, this story came from one the first reviews I got for another story where I made Kurogane a mage. The review asked me: "Is Fai a ninja?" Well...no he wasn't in that story and he isn't in this story either, but what he is in this story is as close to a ninja as I can picture Fai.
I've also noticed that this plot has pretty much completely one-eightied since I started writing it. I started off with a very "Devil May Cry" type of plot and now it's a very "E's Otherwise" kind of plot... ((if you don't know what those things are...don't worry about it.)) Only one thing stayed the same since I started thinking about it until now!
Another thing you might notice is that the characters will seem fairly out of character this chapter...especially Fai/Fye...and speaking of Fai/Fye I spell his name differently in this story than I usually do because of the acronym...
Anyway I'm going to stop ranting now. Read and review...and hopefully enjoy.
Two young men walked up a flight of stairs. They walked past women leaning on the wall smoking, and men drinking beside them. They walked into a hall with many doors on either side, until at last they stopped in front of a door that read '473.'
Both the men were good looking, but in very different ways. One was blond and had a pair of bright blue eyes the color of sapphires. He was tall and thin, his face pretty, but still obviously a man's face despite the air of girlishness he seemed to give off. The other had black hair and red eyes the color of blood. He was even taller than the blond and seemed to have a bit more meat to him, even though he was still pretty lean.
The both of them looked to be nineteen or twenty at the most. They also both looked around at the other people in the hallway critically. At last the black haired man spoke. "Are you sure about staying here?"
"Of course I'm sure Kuro-chan! It's cheaper than other hotels and if you remember my dorm is off limits until tomorrow because of a bug infestation. It's only one night,and I'll be going to visit my parents and brother tomorrow."
The black haired man sighed and placed his hand gently on the other's face. "When will you be back Yuui?"
The blond smiled and leaned into the touch, closing his eyes gently, "In a week. It's holiday..."
"I know..."
"You should come with me Kuro-chan!" Yuui's hands went up to 'Kuro-chan's' neck as he absent-mindedly played with his collar. "I mean...you don't have any parents to visit...no family..."
"I'm going to stay with Tomoyo. You remember her? She's the daughter of my father's friend."
Yuui wrapped his arms completely around the man's neck now and pulled it down to his level before placing a gentle kiss there as the other's hand left his face and rested at his waist. "Hmm...All right, if you'd rather stay with her than me. I promise I'll bring you back lots of my mother's cooking Kuro-chan. You won't be hungry for at least two weeks. She always overcooks."
"Sounds great...I miss you already Yuui. You better not be gone too long." He growled the last part out giving the blond a serious look.
Yuui laughed, "I won't..unless you make it seem like a week is too long."
"I probably will." The black haired man shivered as two women walked past them. "Are you sure you don't want to stay with me tonight? Or me stay with you?"
"As wonderful as that sounds, I'm sure Kurogane." Yuui did one of his rare stunts of calling his lover by his full name as he kissed his cheek. "I'm sure I'll be fine and I have a lot to do before tomorrow."
Kurogane sighed. "All right...take that video camera of yours with you. I want to see how closely you and your brother look alike."
"And what is my brother's name?"
"Fye."
"Good. You remembered."
"It's important to you. Of course I remembered." Their lips touched before Kurogane pulled back. "Sleep well Yuui. I'll see you in a week. Have a good time."
Yuui smiled brightly back at Kurogane as he opened the door. "I will. You do the same." He went inside and closed the door.
Kurogane stared at the door for a long minute before he knocked on it and it was opened again. "Yes Kuro-chan?"
"I love you."
The smile slid off Yuui's face for a moment before it came back in a brighter, truer fashion. "I love you too. I'm very pleased that the feeling is mutual." They both stared at each other for a moment as if waiting for something to happen, but it didn't and the door clicked shut again and Kurogane walked out of the grungy hotel.
Two young men walked up a flight of stairs. They walked past women leaning on the wall smoking and men drinking beside them. They walked into a hall with many doors on either side, until at last they stopped in front of a door that read '337.'
From within the room came the sound of a T.V. playing something on a quiet volume that just barely reached through the doors. One of the men fidgeted as he stared at it. "Are you sure he's here? Are you sure he'll help us? Are you sure that he's still alive in there and the T.V. isn't just playing on repeat or something?"
"Of course I'm sure. Remember what I told you? Number 685 wasn't a true Federal Artificial Intelligence. He was taken in after he became suicidal in his former life and had his mind overwritten so that he had powers like an F.A.I. and thought like a F.A.I. After all, the true ones mostly became suicidal anyway, and he was suicidal before, so if it happened again it was no big loss. Luckily, it hasn't happened yet. Even though all the others are either mass murderers or they killed themselves, he hasn't. We think it's because he wants to uncover who he was. He thinks he has something or someone out there to live for."
"But sir...he is a mass murderer. He's an assassin for hire!"
"Not mass, he only kills who he's paid to, and we've heard he refuses a lot of cases...we think the overwrite is slowly wearing off...giving him his emotions back...perhaps one day he'll remember what and who he was. Or he'll collect all his 'tapes,' and successfully put it all together."
"Who was he before he was a freak?"
The other man shhed him. "Not now. I hear him."
A second later the door opened and there stood a blond man with sapphire colored eyes. The young man was no older than twenty-five. For a moment the blond just stared at the men, but then a frown came to his face and it deepened every second. "I smell government officials."
"Then you have a very good nose Number 685."
"Fye."
"What?"
"Fye...I'm not a number. I have a name."
The more bold of the men chuckled. "Fai? You actually named yourself that? Federal Artificial Intelligence? F-a-i?"
"No. Fye. F-y-e. It doesn't stand for anything, it's just my name. Now, since you know my 'number' you must be pretty high up. What do you want?" The blond leaned against the doorway, the frown of anger replaced by a frown of discomfort. It was obvious that he wanted these men to leave. Immediately.
"Show us your number first. Can't be too careful." Fye's mouth twitched in annoyance and he held his arm up and pulled up his sleeve to show the numbers 6, 8, and 5 had been burned into a small portion of the skin on his forearm. "Good. Good. Now. We have a job for you to do..."
"No. The F.A.I.'s and I were let loose because we were failed experiments and you didn't want to clean us up. I refuse to have any connection to the government anymore unless you're going to offer to overwrite my overwrite and give me my memories."
The man ignored the last bit, but spoke about the first part. "But 'Fye,' cleaning up is exactly what we want you to do. We will pay you full price, up front for every F.A.I. you kill. Some of them are really starting to go rampant."
"Don't care. It's your fault."
The man sighed. "Are you seriously saying that your going to refuse payment to kill things that aren't even people?"
"They are people. They have blood, they have brains. The brain may be unstable, but they have brains. I don't consider them bad. They are the way they are because of you, I do not kill that which I think is not evil."
"Perhaps more than payment is in store then..."
"Or you can go to another assassin. They're legal in this country, in case you didn't know..."
"You're the only one who can fight them...your mind powers and such...no other assassin would be able to even touch them." The man nudged the other man who was shaking in fear under Fye's gaze. "The tape."
The man fiddled with his coat jacket and pulled out a seemingly blank tape. Fye's eyes grew larger. "Will you do the job now?"
Fye's face seemed to show an internal fight and his hands itched for the tape for a very long minute, but in the end he shook his head no. "No. I said no and I mean no. I will not kill for you. I have no reason to." Fye went to close the door to end the discussion, but the man put his foot in the doorway.
"That's a shame, 'Fye.' All those poor innocent people who will die because you wouldn't kill these few Artificial Intelligences because of your pride." The man smirked at the various and wide range of emotions that came across the blond's face until at last he knew he'd won and he held out a wad of cash and the tape that the other man had been holding onto.
"I hate you. I hate you and all your government friends." Fye growled as he swiped both things from the man.
"I never said you had to like us, just do our dirty-work."
Fye placed the payments into a place just behind the door before he leaned against it again. "All right...I know the government. You will be wanting me to do all sorts of fancy things as opposed to just shooting them and be done with it."
"Your time with us was not wasted 'Fye.' Yes. We want you to kill them all with your internal telekinesis."
Fye frowned. "My powers have been fading. I don't like using them."
"What can you still do?"
"Internal telekinesis, mind swipe, and shields."
"So you can't do wind blades, and other external telekinesis' anymore? Too much power?" Fye nodded his head. "That's fine. All we wanted from you was your special brand of killing and mind swipe."
"Why mind swipe if I'm going to be killing these people? There's no point. They won't remember anything once they're dead."
"Someone might see. If they do, mind swipe them. If they run...kill them."
"You want internal telekinesis to kill them too?"
"No...a gun will be fine for normal people."
At this Fye took on a disgusted look. "Note taken. 'Normal' people aren't worth killing painlessly. Anything else?" Fye was offered a folder and he took it.
"In there is a list of the F.A.I. you need to kill. It has pictures and information of their skills and places they often go to kill. They mostly come out at night, which if I remember you correctly is also the time of day when your 'skills' are strongest, so that works to your advantage. Like you they all have a chip on them, you can track them if they don't show up where you want." Fye was handed a small device which the blond gave a look as if he wanted to crush it into dust, but he set it behind the door along with the other things he'd placed there.
"Anything more you want to tell me? Like the meaning of life?"
The man laughed. "Always such a joker 'Fye.' No, the meaning of life will have to wait for another day. Just remember to wear gloves. Don't want your fingerprints showing up on the corpse."
"You think me an amateur?"
"Just remember the essentials..."
"Out! Go! I know what I'm doing!" Fye shooed them out of the hallway, past the women and men and down the stairs. "I'll let you know when I finish that folder!" The blond stormed off and the less talkative man flinched when the door slammed shut.
"Not a very happy fellow is he?"
"He can be. When he's not facing something that annoys him. Government annoys him for some strange reason. When he was still with us he would smile and joke almost constantly. He did it so much that I wouldn't put it past him to smile and tell a joke to his victims before he pulls the trigger. Come. We'll let him do his job. He won't fail." The two men walked out of the building, got into a sleek black car, and swiftly drove off.
Up in Fye's apartment the blond lay back on his bed looking at the tape that the man had given him. After a long minute he made a humphing sound and sat up. He took the tape out of it's blank case and pushed it into a cassette player. The screen brightened and voices could be heard. "Get that thing off me! You know I'm camera shy!" Fye pulled his legs up onto the bed and leaned forward as much as he could without falling. A gentle and happy smile came to his face as the tape played.
For now, 'Fye' was content.