^Who made the rules?^

[Saoi]

Saoi awoke with a raging headache, her arm still sore to the touch. Though as she came two, she could feel the plush covering of a bed beneath her. Quickly she re-traced her thoughts, that fight, the ninja, and the unmistakable heroics of Rush. Her eyes opened to the little lighting of the hotel room. Sapphire's blinked to the view of the white ceiling; she was laid out upon the bed and facing upward. Her left arm had been bandaged, a red splotch suggesting the wound had not been fully healed yet. How long had she been out for exactly?

And where was Rush?

With a whimper, she lifted herself into a sitting position. Letting her back rest against the hard wall and eyes soak in her surroundings. The cleanliness of the room was near sickening, and her duffel bag..her spare..was resting at the foot of the bed just as she had left it before going to that Ramen stand. She shifted and faced the shades, which were closed and letting in no light at all. With a grunt she planted her feet on the floor and steadied herself into a stand. Her foot still shot with pain, reminding her of her mortality. To her surprise, her father had not come at her with cocky remarks..

Maybe it was the headache.

Nearly limping to the window, a hand pushed the drapes aside and allowed the night to seep into the room. She must have been out for a day..or more. Letting her eyes roam over the neon landscape of Tokyo for a moment, she let out a sigh. The peace was something to get used to..but she was sure it was not last long. She had noted that she was also dressed in the same attire as the day or days before. The smudge of dirt still clung to her skin and she suddenly felt the urge to shower. Wary glances turned over the room, still expecting someone to lunge out at her with a sword or gun and send her off. "Peace.." she sighed out, her voice seeming to come from another all together. Tired limbs brought her to the bed once more, where she picked up a slender remote and pressed the ON button.

The TV came alive with pictures of Chaos on some street. Smoke trailed upward as a news chopper hovered above, bringing the havoc in full focus. An American woman was doing commentary as the camera circled over the area. "Japanese Authorities are saying that the event may be Terrorist related, but no groups have claimed responsibility and no suspects have been identified though we have small clips.."

And there she was.

Saoi watched as the TV switched to another scene, and saw the two figures dancing atop some type of ruined car top. The Aerial zoom focused on a young girl, apparently in a deadlock with another opponent with a gleaming blade. It took her moment to realize that it was herself and that ninja. Explosions rocked the camera and the screen went blank and returned to the American woman behind the oak desk. "This has been the worst act of Violence within Japan in nearly 20 years..we will bring you more on this story as it progresses. The president-" she tuned out the rest of the report as she strolled into the hallway and flicked the light switch.


Her shirt was the first to fall, in a lazy fashion upon the carpet behind her. She was soon undressed and twisting the knob and letting warm water create a fog in the closed room. She didn't even bother to glance in the mirror or call out for Rush. Chances were he was either out, or simply left her there to fend for herself. So with easy steps she stepped into the shower and let the blood wash off with the TV still blaring in the background with muffled voices.

Crimson Rivers...


'I'd be careful.'

Saoi

[Black_Widow]

Slowly a hypodermic needle breeches the rubber layer of a small medicine vile, the florescent purple color glowed and pulsed as it was slowly sucked into the needles chamber. That same syringe was destined to be plunged deep into the flesh of her forearm piercing into a vein.

And just as slowly her thumb pressed down, expelling the contents into her bloodstream where it flowed onward. Oichi was a typical special forces sniper turned bounty hunter to make money for one obsession.

This product Oichi had injected into her body was a military combat enhancement drug, it was used before and had seen used periodically before the Geneva convention banned its use after many people had taxed and strained there bodies to death.

A quick shudder from nerves caused her shoulders head and neck to spasm violently as her body was adjusting as the chemicals finally reaching her brain.

The body had safety limits which caused it to only use 5 to 10% of its true capacity which explains mind over matter by tapping into ones psyche, though the same could be said with visual perception.

Imagine a pure adrenaline rush, baseball players for ages have said that sometimes when there up to bat that a 210mph fast ball looks like its gently floating down the plate.

Imagine what could happen to the minds senses if increased to 100% with an adrenaline rush. Imagine the same chemical with enhanced properties which promoted extremely dangerous amounts of adrenaline to be produced.

She was armed with a threat level IV spectra shield vest with heavy duty standalone plate inserts. A special forces carbine rifle with 200 round drum magazine loaded with jacketed ammunition, and a combat knife with a modified scramjet pistol strapped in a fanny holster with two clips.

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Around her thigh she carried another weapon a gun that was so rare that she had managed to find this and buy it off of an antic dealer whom had no general idea of the weapons worth or devastating power.

It was called a caster.

And this weapon in its prime of existence had been the bane of the average paranormal and mystic adventurer. But with only a one shot capacity, slow fire rate, and extremely rare ammunition; caused the weapon to slowly dwindle and die out for the easier to obtain high tech bullets that could be used in any gun.

Oichi was standing in front of the hotel were she had been told her latest bounty was at, it was pretty easy to gather information from various sources to find this place.

Despite her addiction on this very exotic drug, Oichi was still indeed a very beautiful young woman whom has luscious short light brown hair and soft bewitching amber brown eyes. But despite her dazzling looks, she was a cunning killing machine set out on a mission that gave her purpose.

It was time for a blitz tactic as she stood outside the door of the hotel, some people were playing cards near the front desk a person was reading a magazine and another drinking a coffee by the loung. They were all targets, lifting the carbine up she would kick the door down and storm in by force.

Spraying lead into anyone or anything that looked suspicious on her steady forward pace towards the man behind the desk. Empty cartridges pouring from the chamber like a water fall, the empty brass still steaming and piling high leaving a trail from the door towards the front desk. Fearsome muzzle flashes and continuos high tempo bangs would blare out as victims were being torn asunder, until suddenly Oichi stopped.

Everything except some random paintings, and the front desk man were left unharmed. Everything dead, the walls painted in crimson as broken cups bloodied newspapers and corpses littered the floor. Blood oozing from the carcases staining the carpet slowly getting bigger. They were dead, it was like a scene from a bad mobster movie. She approached the man and quickly showed a picture.

Tell me have you seen this face?

The man at the front desk now cowering in the corner nodded.

Which room?

He simply pointed to a spot on the map that was tacked up behind him riddled with bullet holes.

Thank you.

One last shot would be heard as its blast echoed through the buildings somewhat dead silent atmosphere.

Storming out she looked around, another person was trying to get into a car and was greeted by a blitzkrieg of violent jacketed rifle cartridges which pierced through his flesh until he collapsed dead in parking lot.

Moving onward she continued forth by now her adrenalin was starting to kick in she could feel it, everything was moving almost in slow motion including herself.

She would soon be closing in on the Saoi's room, but with her it was all about money to feed her cravings. If someone past up a better offer, then she would definitely take it no questions asked.

[Cyclops`]

Half the time I'm on the grind.
Now you wanna play with my mind.
Don't beat around the bush, just let me know.
I know you don't wanna let me go.

The man brushed past Saoi as she entered the bathroom - seemingly his time there was over, and she wanted some privacy. Lap-top in hand he looked back over his shoulder, watching the shirt fall to the carpet delicately. Pouting, he restrained himself from leaping in there with her. Even in the state she was, Saoi was still a beautiful woman. It was clear what Onuki saw in her - if that was indeed the reason he wanted her so badly.

Sighing somewhat, as he thought back over the last night's events and revelations he had to restrain himself for a different reason - from sobbing uncontrollably. Unlike Saoi, Chiko would not be fresh and over the night before. He'd lost perhaps, his entire squad in one bloody night and it sickened him. He had no fresh change of clothes - so he remained in his urban fatigues, the darkened flak jacket laying somewhere around the room. Perhaps with this bounty hunter closing in, he would have wished he'd had it.

Weaponless now, all he had was the lap-top sat before him on the bed. Having crawled onto it he sat in same place Saoi had slept in, still feeling the warmth of her body there as he opened the computer and connected to the internet wirelessly. Perhaps he could raise some reinforcements to get the out of this country somehow. That would mean calling in other Mirage Ent. operatives as anyone he would know outside of Mirage would be in Europe and would take too long to arrive.

Hammering the keys with incredible precision, every so often his gaze flicked to the bathroom door - wondering if Saoi would appear soon. Entering a closed chatroom, he took note that every person there had an away status thus telling him that whatever he wrote wouldn't be seen for a while unless he was lucky. Leaving a broad message he logged out and closed the lap-top. Sighing for the second time, he stared across at his jacket. A collection of knives of all sizes were attatched there, but he didn't need them now. He wouldn't be doing anymore fighting to escape this country.

.. At least, he didn't think he would.

Standing up, he unbuttoned his shirt placing it across the chair next to the bed. Approaching the blinds, he now had his back to the door. Stretching in a dramatic manner, he remained quiet hoping to hear something over the sound of Saoi's shower. He'd always been suspicious, and he'd continue to be after the relentless pursuit of last night. The sun was blazing on the blinds and he could feel the heat coming through, it made him shiver. Looking down at his own chest, he grasped at his Fiesta 13 tags allowing his chin to drop, as he leant against the blinds.

Closing his eyes, he fought the tears that were welling.

".. Saoi." he worded quietly for no reason at all. He just found himself saying it.

Girl wont you make me understand?
Why you would say the things you said to me.
You made me believe we'd be together.
But it was all a lie.

Don't Rush.

[Saoi]

'I'd be careful'

Her father’s voice whispered with the soft hiss of the shower. Saoi made a frown and kept her attention on the water as it flowed in droplets from the faucet. 'Don't ignore me', the harsh whisper repeated. Seeming to grow louder, she was in the process of sliding the soap over her arms. The bandage was getting soaked and slowly wishing to release.

'Why don't you just leave me alone? You seemed to love to do that when I was a child'

There was a pause, and she halted her scrubbing and turned to face the glass door that entrapped her in the shower. Water was beginning to condensate on the glass, but that was not what she was looking at. Her fathers face was beginning to seep through fog like a mystic oncoming. The jaw formed at first and slowly he appeared as if someone had switched on a light. Saoi was not startled this time and in response only grinned.

"I must be going crazy.."

She whispered and let her gaze fall on the hard jaw line of her father. His hair was grayed, pulled back in strains and his face was contorted into the same blank look she grew to hate. 'No..your not crazy. Your just in to much trouble..that Military man..I wouldn't trust him' the disembodied head spoke from behind the glass. Saoi's brows furrowed in dislike and she spat back her answer. "He saved my life.." she hadn't even noticed the soap slip from her fingers and hit the floor with a soft thud. The face slipped into a smile and seemed to cock to the side.

'Why did he save your life? So he could take you to that business man..probably has a tie to the Syndicate. I should know..'

Saoi turned the shower off and the hot water slowly died down into a small dribble. "You know nothing father. Never did..never have." Saoi then pushed the shower door to the side and stepped onto the cold tile. A towel was quickly snatched and she brought it over her slender body like a makeshift robe. It took her only a few moments to dress herself and make her presentable to the best ability. The lipstick was the last to be put on, sliding across her lips like a lovers touch. Looking up from the sink she viewed her features and let out yet another small sigh. The black fish net top looked easily like a second punctured skin, and her black pants to match felt the same over her skin. Fixing her hair so the red bangs fell short of her eyes she looked back to the mirror.

"Crazy.."

With that she stepped from the bathroom and brought her perfumed body into the hallway. The bandage was off and replaced with yet another, wrapping it's way across her forearm. Her feet bare, the made a soft slap against the carpeted ground and she came into the living room to view Rush looking out unto the falling sun of Japan. "Your still here" she said in a statement more than a simple question. "I would think you would have high tailed it out of here. How much are they paying you anyways?" she was by the bed now and unzipping the duffel bag.

Metal greeted her in an assortment of handguns and ammo. Digging her hand inside she pulled the small gun holster and placed it on the nape of her back with a soft 'Click'. Reaching in again she pulled the handgun, a standard glock 45 extended clip. Loading the clip and checking the gun, she placed it in the holster. Fluid movements carried all of this, as if she had done this a million times before.

She turned to view Rush's back or front, whichever he still looked rather attractive. She had to hold the Sapphire orbs away from his form, diverting them to the scene behind him. He seemed deep in thought, probably over his men..who she had seen get slaughtered by her enemy. With a huff she made her way beside the large man, leaving the katana on the bed behind her and crossed her arms to view the vanishing sun. Dusk and Neon clashed in a violent purple, sliding over the concrete giants that lined the horizon.

Dusk and Dawn

Soldier and Girl.

Saoi

[Cherry Hideki]

"Baka-ne!"

They had standards to uphold.

During this day and age, crime was becoming less and less uncommon in Tokyo, and the Agency was struggling to keep up. New agencies arose at a steady rate, all claiming the same specialities.

But then again, it was unlike kids nowadays to give their parents any credit for anything.

The black Tommy Kaira ZZ-II, a car exclusive to Japan blasted through the streets, a furious driver at the wheel. Cherry swept a hand through her red, messy hair, letting off a frustrated growl. Why the hell did somebody have to go shooting up a hotel during the decisive game between Japan and Portugal? She had no time to prepare, just the weapons she kept in her car. It explained why she still donned a pair of knee-high white socks, bright red shorts, and the white t-shirt with the red circle stitched into the middle.

...And cleats. As soon as she found the assailant, she'd plant her foot square in the person's face, and if Japan lost the game without her... Even she shuddered at the thought of the criminal's fate. She was that angry.

She was lucky, too, that no other forms of law enforcement were present. As long as the Agency got there first, they had control over the entire sitation. Otherwise, they would need to be requested by the police, or military. She didn't need to look at the street name, or the building signs to see her destination. Just up the street, she could already see the carnage. Reaching under the car seat, she drew her two weapons of choice, custom 10mm automatic handguns, called "Little Avenger", and got out of the car, having parked it on the opposite side of the street. She doubted she would need the much larger weapon that Agency personnel of her caliber were issued. She parted the crowd easilly, as most knew who the legendary soccer player was, also knowing that when she wasn't on the field, she was most certainly in some foreign country, stomping on some terrorist's face. It was the soccer uniform, and the bright red messy hair that let them know that the situation was under control. Gingerly stepping through the hotel doors, she was greeted by the sight of dead bodies, blood spattered walls, as well as total chaos.

She stops a fleeing bystander, clamping a hand firmly on his shoulder.

"As soon as the police arrive, tell them that the Agency has this situation under control." Upon releasing him, the man made his way towards the door. She knew he'd do what she had asked him - Nobody wanted to get on Cherry's bad side. "This is no ordinary thug... And by the looks of things, they've moved on. I'd better be extra careful..." Holding both of the guns out to either side, she slowly approached the stairs. She'd sweep every floor, and sooner or later, she'd find 'em.

[Black_Widow]

It seemed as though the hunter Hideki was about to be hunted when she stepped through that kicked in door. She seemed all occupied on slamming her foot into the assailants face that she did not stop to figure out that the assailant had still be outside guess Oichi blended in with the crowds. And at least now she knew she had an adversary with bright red hair, which had just ran into the building to try and fish her out.

Lifting her assault rifle when the threat had left, Oichi simply began her onslaught raining shells against innocent bystanders trying to flee until the parking lot was again layered by corpses. Street sweeping seemed to be more of a pleasure then it was a chore or daunting task for this bounty hunter.

Pile em high and let god sort them out she scoffed as she advanced on the car.

looking at the car she smiled as her trigger glided downward towards the 40mm grenade launcher under the barrel. Her little chibi boom stick would be more then enough to lay waste to Cherry’s car as the high explosive grenade hurtled into and collided into the drivers side door where it erupted in a fearsome explosion and sadistically loud bang.

Fire smoke and scrap metal, chalk another one up for Oichi she mused.

Her assault rifle was starting to run low on ammunition she probably had a maximum of about 100 bullets, and only one more grenade which she quickly loaded into the now empty breech of the grenade launcher.

As Oichi slowly walked through the bottom floor of the building her swift amber eyes rolled back and forth in a constant sway to spot this red haired menace.

As she was slowly walking she heard something above her the creaking sound of footsteps, not panicky ones heavy slow moving in a tactical advancing style. Oichi’s own nice soft steps provided all the silent cover she would need.

Lifting her weapon upward and pointing it straight up towards the cieling, her index finger would squeeze down on the trigger delivering a constant repetitive bombardment from the bottom floor underneath Cherry upward at her. Oichi was not planning to have her surprise attack kill Cherry, at the most this preemptive assault was designed to attempt to hit her legs and her feet.

These kinds of attacks where a beautiful thing, especially against operatives trained in tactical combat. Because in almost every training program they teach you how to find a target stop point a shoot, such unorthodox guerilla tactics constantly took the lives of many of the best and brightest CIA operatives in the field.

Nothing sucked more then having to walk around with a bullet in your leg or have your feet shredded, plus if Cherry was bleeding Oichi could stalk her victim around the winding and confusing structure of the hotel.

Oichi was going to teach Cherry a lesson in guerilla warfare and play each scenario out by using an array of taxing and demoralizing engagements to slowly outwit outshine and outclass her adversary to a point where she will be so wounded bruised and bleeding she wont be able to continue. In fact, her tactics were going to be so evasive and so elusive that she doubted Cherry would even get a good look at her. She was wondering how Cherry would feel about her ghosting shadow strikes, Oichi wanted her victim to be afraid.

After the shooting on Oichi’s part ceased probably because her assault rifle ran empty, she would run towards the woman’s bathroom on the lower floor. And begin making preparations for her next assault, she had a few breaching charges and about one extra 30 round clip for her assault carbine.

Oichi was not making noise as she was getting to work, loading her rifle and planning her next big scheme against Cherry.

[Omēga]

What the hell am I?
Thousand eyes
A fly

What was Omēga? Why was he here? What was his purpose?

He hardly even knew. He'd given up his job of assassinating the girl, at least for the syndicate. He didn't want or need the money from them anyways. He had always been in it for the hunt, the fun, the challenge.

And of course, the need to feed Death. His constant companion. The only entity that was close to him in any way. The two had an odd relationship. Omēga killed, and Death took them away. And in the same respect, the minute Omēga was killed, Death would take him away. Such fragile strings of loyalty are woven.

You think I'm out to scare you
I'm only out to prepare you
For when you stop and turn around
Your body's going down

He was steps ahead of the mercenary causing a scene downstairs. As that idiot started blowing away the innocent people downstairs, Omēga was slipping through the hallways unnoticed.

Hazel and Light Blue were wide open, searching for the girl's room. When he decided to start stalking some one, they became a sort of obsession to him. He couldn't help but long for them, to lust for them. Having both eyes looking for the one girl was a sign of this.

Finally he came to the room, black lips curling into an undeniable smile. He was truly happy. Not only had he found the girl, he had gotten here with plenty of time to spare. Had he known there were authorities downstairs slowing the other assassin, a brighter smile would have been seen.

I am so all american
I'll sell you suicides
I am totalitarian
I've got abortions in my eyes
I hate the hater
I'd rape the raper
I am the animal who will not beat himself
**** IT!

A gloved hand knocked politely on the door.

He stood upright now, a black trench coat hiding the rest of his upper body, and most of the lower part of him as well. His legs were hidden beneath black pants, which met with thick, black boots. Atop his head sat a red top hat. Aside from contradicting the rest of his outfit, the hat also held his long black tresses out of his face.

He would not present any hostility to the girl, or any one else in this room. Hell, maybe he'd just sit down and have a cup of joe. But he doubted the girl would just leisurely invite an assassin who had tried to kill her walk into her room without attempting to kill him.

Oh well. So was the price of the game Omēga played.

/Om

ēga\

[Cyclops`]

Half the time on the grind.
Now you wannna play with my mind.
You wonder why we never spending time.

First came the explosion of shots downstairs, and the screams far below. Rush had been standing beside the open window, so it hadn't taken long for him to react. Leaving his shirt on the back of the chair, he made a line straight for his flak jacket. Stooping to pick it up, he realized that Saoi had re-entered the main area of the room. Surprised at first of how well she'd cleaned up he laughed softly when she directed her words at him.

Responding calmly, he showed little interest in her as she stood beside him staring out over the scene before her.

"Say what?" he cut in sharply, narrowing his eyes."Not nearly enough for the trouble you've brought me." he lied blatantly. He wasn't receiving payment for this mission. He'd appointed himself to find this woman, out of curiosity. She seemed to have some link to why Onuki had left Mirage Ent to fend for itself and Chiko wanted to know exactly why. "Are you ready to leave-" he cut off, lowering his voice.

The rapping on the hotel room door had shut him up quickly. Growling softly, he yanked the blinds upwards with a sharp tug. The sunlight blazed in through the windows brightly, making it difficult to see in from what would soon be an open door as Chiko approached it. Pushing Saoi gently on her injured arm, he was hoping to push her onto the double bed which she had been laying in a few minutes earlier. He wanted her out of sight when he did open the door. Whoever it was wouldn't be looking for Rush - and any plans of an all out assault would be out of the window unless he or she too, wanted to pull him into this conflict.

Flak jacket in hand, he strolled towards the door pulling an eight inch blade from a leather coating on the jacket. A hunting knife, it was jagged so as to tear the flesh on it's exit from the body. This would result in tremendous bleeding if thrust in the right place and an almost certain death with the damage it would cause. Shaking his head, he tossed the jacket away into the bathroom which was beside the rooms entrance closing the door calmly. Making sure it was out of view, he leant against the door peering through the little glass hole.

What he saw was laughable to say the least. A little Marilyn Manson clone. Rush hated rock music or whatever it was Manson stood for. Rolling his eyes, he opened the door slowly. Enough to let the sun obstruct Omega's view - but not enough for the eight inch blade at his side to be visible.

"Are you the bell-boy or something? I haven't got any bags to be carried. You can leave."

'More like bell-end-boy.' the cruel comment came, never leaving his mouth.

He didn't know who he was, he sure wasn't a bell-boy and he sure as hell didn't need to be here now. The only reason Chiko could see was that he was just another bounty hunter. By looking at him this was clear. Black trenchcoat, black pants. Another Neo clone.

Rush hated that movie.

"What's going on downstairs, anything to do with you son?" he mused playfully, the blade tapping against the door - willing the man to try something - or just leave and stop breathing Rush's air and let the pair get on with their business.

Chiko had given the man no reason to think there was another person in the room. None at all. He would have no excuse but to leave, or park his ass outside of the door so that when they did leave he could make his move. That would have been the smarter thing to do to begin with, as Chiko would now be anticipating something from him or someone else.

[i]'Congratulations, you just screwed up anyone elses chance of getting Saoi'[i] he thought silently, a cruel smile playing on his handsome features.

I ain't trying to break your heart.
You jus' gotta learn to play your part.
I got too much on my mind.

Don't Rush.

[Omēga]

You want commitment
Put on your best suit
Throw your arms around me
Now we're goin' down down

Hated everything rock stood for...that would be talent and freedom to say what you want, right? That would explain why this man hated it so much. He hated the people with talent, because he and his music shared a common trait. No talent.

Everything this man said was bull****, and as blatantly obvious as it comes. Unless this guy had the intelligence of a four year old, he'd know damn well exactly who Omēga was. But even if he did know who he was, he could never comprehend what he was. Omēga was no dummy mindlessly killing whoever he was told, he was exactly as his name implied. The end.

He should've kept his red suit though, that may have been at least somewhat similar to the ridiculous outfits bellboys were forced to wear. Oh well, that's life

Haters call me bitch
Call me ******
Call me whitey
But I'm something they'll never be

"Don't play games with me boy. I'm not here to kill the girl, but I know she's here. Maybe if the lower levels of this hotel weren't home to a bounty hunter at the moment and you weren't here I would. But I prefer to hunt my targets while they're alone," he paused for a moment, tipping his hat and bowing, "but since I cannot change either circumstances, I'll just do the only other thing I can do. Help you two to escape. You see, I only kill those I have studied. And I know nothing of you, nor do I desire to. Now, get the girl. I'm quite sure she is capable of handling herself."

Hazel winked to him, while Light blue wandered off to the side, staring lightly at some old man walking back to his room with a bucket of ice. That was how little Omēga cared for this man. He was more concerned with the innocent old man than this guy.

"Oh, and stop hitting the door, it's getting rather annoying," he hissed to the man, barely audible to even his ears.

I'm the new
I'm the new new model
I've got nothing inside
Better in the head

He shivered in delight, Death's cold breath sending a chill down his spine. His companion seemed rather ecstatic at the murders being commited downstairs. Omēga nodded in agreement, letting his compadre go off for some fun while he waited for this boy to follow an order.

Surely the kid could understand what Omēga meant by "Now, get the girl." That or he had overestimated him. He had seen him fighting to save Saoi. He'd watched the whole fight from the alleys, never truly leaving like most had thought. He had felt forgotten amidst the combat, though that was what he wanted.

Surely the girl would remember Omēga though. He'd been the first to attack, and he'd left her with a promise to see her again. He was fulfilling his promise now.

/Om

ēga\

[Saoi]

Things were happening.

A little to fast for the teen. The explosion rocked the foundation of the building as the car was poistioned close to the base of the towering concrete. Her feet were just as quick as rush to move. Her hand was already gripping the handgun when the door would let out a knocking sound. Turning slightly, she felt her grip on the gun get tighter. Adrenaline was slowly pumping into her veins, the sights and sounds were not increased though. Only the sound of her beating heart.

"Umph"

She uttered as suddenly she was pushed, yet again..upon her injured arm. She fell in a tumble, not on the bed..but rather behind it. A soft curse escaped her lips as the rough carpet met skin and her teeth jammed into her lip. With a clear view under the bed frame, she could hear and see Rush's footsteps make their way to the door. Her finger moved to the trigger, striking the safety off with a simple flick and squnting one eye enable to close her sights. The door opened with a creak and to her surprise..no gunshots followed.

Rush's voice was a fade in her ears, speaking to quietly for her to understand. But what came after, she knew very well."Don't play games with me boy. I'm not here to kill the girl, but I know she's here. Maybe if the lower levels of this hotel weren't home to a bounty hunter at the moment and you weren't here I would. But I prefer to hunt my targets while they're alone,"

Saoi cursed, but at the same time felt relieved. She did not know that Omega had been good for his word, but she recalled what he had said before he fled from the fight. He was doing just that, returning. She was up before he had finished his second sentence, lowering the gun to her waist and viewing Omega in his gothic splendor. "I should have never come to Japan.." she said at first, moving quickly to snatch her bag with one hand. Another movement and it was strapped across her back and fastened with a quick tug. She slowed as she came before Rush and Omega, the gun was pointed in a casual fashion to Omega, as if it were her own index finger.

"He's ok Rush." another burst of fire erupted downstairs, pleasentries would be left for later. "Alright Omega, show us the way down..and then we can talk." The gun slipped into it's holster once more and she reached to the side to grab the katana placed on the nearby bed, the sheathed blade slipped into what seemed to be a leg holster for a smaller blade, but the two straps held the blade it in place. With dufell bag strapped, she shifted her weight onto her left leg a bit more. With a hand she gestured to Omega.."You go first.."

She didn't know where they were going, but she knew somehow it was to Onuki. Though she didn't know where he was..she was guessing he wasn't at the Mirage Ent building anymore. Did Rush know..?

Or were they running blind?

Saoi

[Cherry Hideki]

There was no amount of training that could have prepared Cherry for this.

As she attempted to do a cautious sweep of the floor in search of the criminal, who would have thought that the criminal would have found her first? She felt a sharp pain shoot up her right leg, as well as the sound of the ground being torn up below her. She cried out loudly, but delving back on her agency training, she not only thought out, but carried out her next move. Doing the best she could to push the pain below her, knowing she would have no choice but to use her wounded leg for her counter-attack. Almost immediately after being shot, all of this thinking had already been carried out, and Cherry suddenly sprung into the air, faltering somewhat with a minor whimper. Her body moved as though she would backflip. but it stopped. Her legs coiled in fear of hitting the cieling, but that did not appear to be a problem. Now upside down, and hanging in the air for about a second, Cherry struck back. By this time, her rage was to the point where she hadn't even noticed the wounds she had suffered on her other leg as she had jumped.

Oichi's gunfire was immediately drowned out by the heavy, resonating gunshots from the heavy 10mm automatic handguns, aimed directly at the ground below her. The shells of the bullets were loaded with Cherry's trademarked "unstable" gunpowder. It was concentrated, and accelerated the bullets to not too short of three times the original speed. The ground below her instantly fell into pieces as the hard hitting 10mm rounds tore through it. If Oichi was still in the same spot, she wouldn't be for long - The super-powered bullets had the potency required to remove limbs upon impact. On top of that, having the floor fall on your face wasn't exactly pleasant, either. Upon half a second of continuous gunfire, Cherry had expended all but eight bullets.

Oichi, by now, should have realized that she didn't pick a fight with an "operative". The proper term for Cherry would be "Agency Specialist", and the two were an unmeasurable distance apart. She allowed her weapons to fall off to the side as she fell, throwing her hands out to either side of the hole at the last second, and springing back onto her feet, where she crumbled to the floor, landing right next to her weapons. She was sure that her barrage of gunfire, if not striking down the attacker immediately, sure as hell sent them running. Cherry immediately leapt to her feet, snatching up her weapons. Before she could even take a few steps, the reality of her injuries became evident. She collasped to a sitting position, clutching her agonized leg.

"No fair!" She fussed, attempting to bandage one of her more prominent injuries with one of her socks. Escape was obviously not a possibility, not when lives were at stake. Her car was quite far away, and even so, she was unaware of the car's current condition. She slowly and quietly got to her feet, trying not to put too much pressure on her right leg. She knew why she had fallen under attack the first time - She wasn't careful enough. If she didn't make the floor creek, her assailant would lose track of her. She pushed herself up against a wall, holding both handguns by her head. Her reaction time was her only weapon at this point.

[Black_Widow]

A simple cry out was more then satisfying for Oichi whom had plotted this moment with her cunning wit. Her flustering shells sprang forth from her weapon and plummeted through the ceiling trying to do more damage unaware that Cherry was smart enough to suck up the pain and move. That one movement just saved her ass royally, many times a person hit in the leg just dropped to the ground leaving the continuous spewing stream of gun fire to finish them off.

On that basic principal was what kept Oichi going with gun fire, then suddenly bangs rang out breaching through the floor to the bottom to greet her. A few shells spiraled passed her, up too four collided into her chest. Her heavy assault vest and stand alone plate inserts those two items combined formed a formidable barrier against her flesh and projectiles.

The whole package could stop a spray of .50 bmg rounds, so it did its job to stop the ammunition from breaching through it. However what many people did not understand was trauma impact, it was literally like being hit with a bean bag or a high speed brick.

And despite the name of that object, it did significant none fatal trauma. She heard it between the tearing and ripping noise of her vest, a silent crack snapple pop of a rib or two as the rounds slammed into the pure titanium plate. It hurt like a bitch and she stopped to recuperate for a moment going into a kneeling position. Letting fragments of the ceiling fall on her, plaster and some wood fragments simply collided into her back. There was not a whole lot of weight on the ceiling to do much damage, but it could have easily scared a lesser adversary.

The blood still dripping from the ceiling trickling down on her in a grotesque tapestry of crimson splatter across her back. Oichi had one thing going for her, it was a direct hit on the leg and with it she was given an advantage. The more Cherry moved the more she bled and the worse her wound would get, regardless of the sock which did help substantially. But it would only be a short matter of time before he life fluid would seep through the light cotton fabric.

Time was now Oichi's ally, and Cherry's enemy.

Cherry was also right about being silent, no sounds to follow nothing to give herself away. But she was also making a dangerous and bold move, and that was moving around letting her blood pump faster through her circulatory system which would inevitably wind up coming down to her injured leg were it would either spew or leak out depending on where the Black Widow had actually hit her. There was even a chance she had severed an artery, she was hoping for that but it was doubtful.

Combined with Oichi’s white combat clothing, the plaster, the smoke and the debris on top of her had made her well camouflaged and extremely well hidden. The blood trickling from the ceiling down her back had also had given her another patchwork disguise that would have aided her greatly in looking like she was just part of the scenery. This whole set up was now a very clever way to turn a mistake into an ambush as her body now remained motionless and silent like a predator waiting to strike.

But when Oichi had heard the thud of her enemy landing off in distance on the top floor and after which she sighed. Her little hiding attempt was all for not, but at least it gave Oichi time to wallow in the tremendous pain she was suffering because of her broken ribs. They ached and stung and she cursed herself for being so stupid, she would get up eventually for now she was taking a quick breather as she began scheming on a plan.

She had all the time in the world to do so, because every step her enemy had taken she was losing that much blood and bringing herself one step closer to her demise. Oichi figured her best bet was to make her adversary run around allot, maybe she had another trick or two afterall.

[Omēga]

I'll be your scapegoat
I'll be your savior
I'm the better of two evils

"Yes, you really should have stayed out of Japan. We could have avoided all the clowns in this city who keep getting in the way," Omēga mused, turning on a heel with a wink of Hazel.

A loud clunk was heard with each step, his boots clashing with the hardwood beneath the red carpets. Red, the hotels always chose red. And an annoyingly bright red at that. Though it did match the red around his eyes, which may or may not have been a good thing.

Come on, come on
Come on, come on
This is the black collared song
Put it in your middle finger
And sing along

Omēga pushed through a door, above which sat a sign reading "Exit". More specifically it was a fire exit, and it led to the emergency stairwell. The three would come out the back of the building, leaving the rest of the people in the hotel with not a clue as to how they had escaped.

The footsteps of the group would echo loudly in the stone stairwell. A rather annoying noise, lacking any true rhythm or structure to it.

Of course, this route may not have been expected. Omēga figured this was the case due to the tension the other two had held and the several weapons being held by both Chiko and Saoi.

And doesn't it make you feel better
The pigs have won tonight
They can all sleep soundly
And everything is alright

Omēga would push through the door at the bottom of the stairs, presumably with Saoi and Chiko behind him. The sun bombarded the group, and it made Omēga glad he had the hat on to shade his eyes from the light.

His milky white skin reflected the light to an extreme, giving his face a glowing appearance. It'd be a pain in the ass to look at, that was for sure. At least the rest of him was covered by the black clothing.

"I've got you both out of the hotel undetected, so now where do we go?" [color=lightblue]he asked with a slight hint of curiousity.

/Omēga\

[Cherry Hideki]

As long as she made no noise, she would be fine...

Cherry's plan would be different. The darkest shadw in the world would not be able to give her much cover in this condition. She had no choice but to lure her assailant into a decisive battle. If she planned her moves carefully, it could be done with no more damage taken. She scooted along the wall, heading towards where she could see the body of a civilian, struck down by the assailant's heartless rampage. She vowed in her own mind, that it would be the last person the gunman ever killed. Things were not looking good for Cherry, but her Agency training left her several tricks up her sleeve. She simply prayed that her opponent hadn't moved... too far. She silently scooped up the body, trying not to overwork her muscles. She tossed the body off to the side, allowing it to hit the floor with a loud thump. She stomped against the floor loudly, pretending to grunt with pain. Given her state, there was little pretending to be done. She felt that she had created enough noise, and silently stepped away, ducking down behind a large bush-like plant, and putting herself out of view. She concentrated very hard on her mind over matter training, trying to avoid letting the pain hinder her movements. There was no longer any room left on her agenda for pain.

To her, pain was just another emotion.

Emotions on the battlefield meant certain death.

This, she would use against her enemy.

"Mercy!" She cried at the top of her lungs, putting on her extra-cutesy voice. "The pain in my legs is too great... I can fight no more." In her mind, she was chuckling. "Please spare my life... I don't care what you do with me, just don't kill me!"

She was roughly three meters away from where she had dropped the body, and given her angle from where she was previously fired on, it would sound like her yelling had come very near to where the loud sounds were created.

Did Oichi have any compassion?

She knew that Oichi would have to act. There was no human that couldn't succumb to leg shots, so the ploy was definately believable. Cherry's ears were wide open. She predicted that Oichi would either surface on the upper floor, effectively drawing her into a more fair battle, or she could fire upon Cherry while she was downed.

Or so she thought that's who she'd be shooting.

Either way, it would be her demise.

[Black_Widow]

In her period of recuperation a muffled noise could be heard upstairs off in the distance, some clattering banging and a soft thud of a body hitting the ground. It certainly sounded as if the trauma had been to much for Cherry to handle and had fallen down hard, it was a captivating moment of excitement in the hunters chase.

Slowly regaining her composure when she pulled herself together and up off her feet she slowly rubbed the side of her vest trying to comfort the swollen area that ached with broken ribs. While rubbing this tender spot which was causing her tremendous pain she looked around at the broken ceiling and concluded that she did not want to go through another experience like that again.

Looking back down she noticed some stairs in the far corner which she soon found herself walking up, slowly and cautiously she was constantly reminded of this from the intense pain from her soft flesh and cracked bones.

When on the top of the stairs she saw the broken in floor and the blood splodge where she had hit Cherry in the leg. Looking around, it looked like it was clear until her eyes scrutinized the floor much further.

A small speckle of red from her foot, and then another and another edged off towards the wall. A trail of bread crumbs for Oichi to follow as she traveled smoothly and quietly in her predatory stalking state.
Examining the walls she noticed some cords strung along the side of the wall, they probably had some significance to the lighting fixtures. Sweeping her free hand down to her ankle she unbuttoned her leather sheath and pulled her combat knife free, before getting up and sliding the metal behind the wires and pulling back using the surgical sharp edge of the blade to briskly cut them.

As the light fixtures began slowly turning off one by one in single file, she let her weapon down loosely and stuck her right hand into her pocket removing her makeup application kit. A smooth oval shaped object which when opened contained some makeup an applicator and a mirror.

Placing the knife back in its sheath and buckling it up she switched the object to her left hand and picked up her carbine as she ventured further following the easier to recognize blood trickle until she found herself near a room where the blood trail veered off too. And then she heard her talking pleading for her life as if she was trying to bargain her way out of something dreadful.

It sounded awfully authentic and had tempted her into wanting breech the room blindly, but being precise and accurate would hinder her from rushing into a room thickheadedly.

This is why she had taken the precaution of removing her makeup kit, flipping it open and keeping her back braced to the wall ever so silently and out of reach of sight she looked at the makeup kit using the mirror to help her see the corner. The only thing she saw however was a pair of loafers which were hard to make out in the unilluminated room.

Cherry was not wearing poo brown leather loafers.

Something was now not adding up, including the fact that Cherry’s voice sounded deeper in that increasingly suspicious room.

It had finally dawned on Oichi that Cherry was trying to lure her into a decisive trap. Clever girl she thought as she slowly slunk herself through the other hall which looped around to the back of the room she was in.

Oichi was now using every aspect that was given to her, Cherry was in that room she had heard her speaking and creating a ruckus. She also knew Cherry was not on the floor pleading for her life, that much she could tell from the brown loafer. And her voice sounded further in the back, which left Oichi thinking that she was tucked in a corner of the room.

Cherry’s sweet voice had given Oichi a general idea of which corner she was in, and with the path she taken she was now standing behind that exact corner silent as ever. Slowly stuffing the makeup kit back into her pocket, she put that same hand on the barrel of her weapon as she raised it downward.

Oichi had no idea that Cherry was ducking, but from Oichi’s perspective if she was going to shoot it might as well be at the lower torso or legs to further increase bleeding and decrease her mobility. Oichi did not speculate that this attack would be focusing on her upper chest and facial area.

Using her index finger she would jam it inward causing a spray of at least 15 bullets to rip through the wall towards her. This would probably come as a huge surprise considering her focus was on the doorway or from below not point blank from the wall beside her.

After the first fusillade had been sent Oichi would step out and hit the other side of the corner with her last remaining 15 jacketed rifle cartridges trying to hit her from the right side the back and left side.

When her carbine ran empty she quickly began removing the drum and was attempting to fetch her secondary clip as she tried to take cover behind another wall had she returned fire like before, the drum clip had did its job but for now it was only a matter of waiting to see what would become of Cherry.

Oichi figured she would either be dead or a horrible mess, at either rate she felt a little secure that she would be more injured then she was.

[Cherry Hideki]

"Silence is not trustworthy..."

Silence was indeed an ominous thing. It had taken too long for Oichi to respond... Something wasn't right. Cherry casually rose to her feet, and took a few steps forward.

"Zansatsusha-saaaaaaaaan! Doko desu ka!?" She cried, her voice going very high-pitch, and if you knew Cherry, you would know how out of place it sounded. Just then, she heard more gunshots behind her. She suddenly felt an explosion of pain in the back of her thigh, immediately knocking her off of her feet. She hit the floor with a loud thud, where she remained. Her guns slid off to either side of her, but she didn't seem to care. She stared up at the ceiling for several moments, sighing loudly. She could feel her muscles beginning to relax against her will. She was becoming sleepy, but she still had some fight left. She had one chance, and it all depended on Oichi's honor.

"Zansatsusha-san, I challenge you! Hand to hand, just you and me..."

****

Had she come for him?

"You're wasting your time, as well as ours! Go home!" Cherry shouted to the lone woman who stood on the opposite end of the lobby. She appeared young and energetic, donning a bright and colorful schoolgirl's outfit. Any sense of innocence that she had created was negated by the gleaming Ninja-To she carried in her hands, and the furious look that was plastered on her face. She wanted something...

She took a few steps forward, tossing the ninja-to off to the side with a loud clattering sound. She slowly extended her hand to Cherry, beckoning to her with the slow motions of a long, delicate finger.

"Nothing I say to you will possibly make you leave... So I challenge you. Hand to hand. One on one. You and me.

Cherry smiled, tossing her two handguns aside. Finally, a challenge.

****

She could recall every moment of that fight. She knew that the woman was holding back, and she knew exactly why. She was very gentle, up until the point where she had used a Ninjitsu-style paralyzing touch. That didn't hurt very much either. Cherry suffered very little pain in that duel. It was what happened afterwards - What the woman had done to her while she was helpless for nearly an hour - It was that which had left the most trauma. She remembered every last detail, but the one image that stuck in her mind was the woman standing over her, an hour later, slowly licking her fingers, before advancing past Cherry.

Tears formed in Cherry's eyes, as she slowly got to her feet. Pain was nothing. Blood loss was nothing Bullets; likewise. It was a matter of pride - She had to win. If Oichi shot her down now, she would soon discover that she had not picked a fight with an agent, but more over, a monster.

"Hand to hand... You've got nothing to prove... I do. Boku wa makinai desu!"

And so she stood there, perfectly up right. Her posture was impeccable. The blood on her legs went well with her bright red shorts, in her opinion. The rising sun of Japan depicted on the chest of her soccer uniform shone brighter than ever before. Her awesome red hair made her head look as though alight with bright red flames. Having only one sock certainly said something about her care-free attitude. This was how she wanted to be seen, and if she were to die here today, this is how she would want to look.

The real fight had just begun.

[Black_Widow]

Standing behind the wall she already knew what had become of cherry as she slowly walked out into the middle of the hallway drenched in blood which soaked down her thighs and legs.

It seemed as if with all the jacketed rifle cartridges she had spent, the only good place she got her was the legs and probably by doing so effectively ended the woman’s soccer career.

Oichi was startled by the fact that Cherry could even walk let alone stand on those two feet, it must have been some intense training whether it had been soccer or agency oriented.

But when Cherry started issuing a hand to hand combat fight, Oichi simply snapped out of that baffled state of mind.

Cherry seemed determined to fight her with just fists, even though she was bleeding profusely and rather violently already.

It made Oichi think that this person had gone through some sort of psychological deterioration after she had been struck yet again.

To which Oichi remarked rather hastily.

So what is it your going to do if you beat me silly? Purchase a rascal?

It seemed that Oichi had weighed out everything before concluding that she would do this.

Why not, she figured her nemesis was already suffering or going to start suffering from shock due to blood lose. Cherry was also putting herself at risk by trying to undertake a stressful and intense activity which involved lots of stamina. The only consequence that she concluded, was that Cherry would probably die from blood lose before she herself was even able to deliver a coup de grace.

Dropping her carbine, and walking forward Oichi slowly began unstrapping the bands which held her heavy bullet proof in place. As she advanced further towards her the vest simply slid off her as she continued in her approach.

Bringing her left hand behind her she removed her gyrojet pistol and aimed It at Cherry's forehead a good seven or eight feet away before saying.

Your right you know, I do have nothing to prove.
Because I already know that im that much better then you. Her thumb would glide down and flip a tiny lever on the side of the gun, and in doing so the clip simply fell from the butt of the handle. After which the weapon was placed back in its respective holster.

You want to fight me.
So Im giving you the first the move.

[Cherry Hideki]

No way... Was she serious!?

Cherry stared on in disbelief as Oichi advanced, gun drawn. She hadn't been expecting a woman. But as Oichi emptied and put away her weapon. As far as her response went, she could have very well been right.

But Cherry wanted to prove her wrong, even though she knew she couldn't.

She slowly approached Oichi, simply refusing to acknowledge the pain in her legs, and the blood that pooled in her cleats.

"Well, aren't you cute..."

Cherry had already been defeated, and she had no intention of harming Oichi, but she knew she could still bring her down, without causing her any injuries. Anybody who could defeat Cherry using her own tactics deserved her respect, not a swift kick to the face. She continued to approach. She was especially delighted that Oichi had removed her vest, that would make her plan go even easier. While she was in this state, there was no limit to the amount of pain she could take. As long as she wasn't flat out killed, the sound of nearby ambulances made her feel slightly more secure, although she knew that the police wouldn't enter unless she specifically asked for back-up.

Not too far away from Oichi, she used the technique she was famous for on the field.

The Cherry-Cola Blitz.

Mustering all of her fading strength, she shot towards Oichi with speeds comparable to lightning. There would be a little twist to her attack. Using amazing agility, she would then veer off to the side, and end up behind Oichi. It was the sheer originality factor of this attack that made Cherry positive she would succeed...

Now behind Oichi, she twirled around, throwing her arms out, to seize her by the hips. As soon as she would have touched her, her fingers would worm their way to her bare flesh, given it wasn't already exposed.

She was going to tickle her.

Her goal was to bring Oichi down to the ground, where she would commence her completely feminine assault, tickling her all over. Best of all, aside from the Cherry-Cola Blitz, it required very little stress on her muscles, and virtually no harm to Oichi.

She just hoped Oichi was ticklish.

"If you act accordingly, I can make it look like you're a survivor, then the authorties will be out of your hair. You bested me - I respect that. I don't appreciate what you've done here, but you sure as hell did a damn good job."

[Black_Widow]

Oichi would have never expected this considering the tremendous wounds Cherry had suffered as she darted towards her using incredible reflexes and speed.

Oichi was planing to send her steel toe boot into her kneecap when she made it within striking distance only to discover that within the brief moment she had been she vanished from sight.

Stepping back surprised by this she felt her back bump into a body only to suddenly feel that the woman was trying to cop a feel on her sides.

Oichi was not expecting to be tickled, and it came as a shock.

She did not know what to make of it, being tickled as she giggled and attempted twist and sway her body away from the woman’s fingers only exposing one side more then the other.

Her motions hurt her broken ribs on the side which was basically her own doing now, but it was ticklish.

Trying to gain some control she plummeted to the ground with a thud, continuing to try and get the woman off her whom was tickling her also bleeding all over the place.

GgGet OofF Mee tehahahaha Stop!

Suddenly Cherry began talking to her again, saying how she had been bested and how she had a plan to get her out of harms way. It would have been more fun for Oichi to go into a shoot out with the police and then escape, but figured that Cherry did not want to see an escalating body count on her watch.

SoOo Teha Wh.. At hehe do heha you pr.. ha ha ha prepose I tehehehe do?

[Gasun]

While he had been retreating from the field of battle, where there were an unfortunate amount of many civilian causalties, he had realized that he was gonna have to change his ways in order to survive in the urban world still following the laws of the jungle. The work of recovery had begun, but still, the chaos had hit hard on the economy of Japan, something which angered Reiji as it was his homecountry after all and he felt strongly for it. He hated foreigners just coming in and spreads destruction and these foreigners will pay for what they did. he was intending for a clean melee fight between him and the girl, but instead it turned into an ugly fest of brutality.

He had slept overnight in an alley and went into an abandoned back mini warehouse where a bar once used to store it's drinks. There he had quickly and swiftly changed himself completely from being a green ninja with baggy clothing intto something else. After the night of reformation, and after having got a sleep he began searching for Saoi through listening to police about their whereabouts, having been invisible he gathered all the intel he needed to give a swift strike against the teenager and the sniper wanna-be protecting her. Wherever she was going, it was not gonne be to the intended location. No, she was gonna be far away from safety.

From rooftop to another he had been dashing and leaping in great speed, he was not a mindless fighter anymore, he was not solely driven by the discrimination of half-breeds anymore, it was that along with Saoi's worth that was driving him. Saoi seems to be very valuable, so valuable that a whole squadron put their lives to it, she must carry something that precious. He didn't see it as a good thing though, he viewed it as a threat that had to be removed, and he was confident he was gonna succeed as he knew that Wita was still in Tokyo and that he intended to make himself visible by stimulating his chi.

There it was, the entire hotel was now in sight of the shinobi, he could see the fire exit. He was up on a building across the hotel fire exit. He had been intending to go inside the hotel and search but he was caught by a surprising sight, the assassin that tried to kill her earlier and then abruptly retreated, saying that he was gonna fight her another day. As Yakatana had been stidying him the other day he seemed somewhat psychotic, and from that springboard he had drawn the conclusion that if he had ran out of the fire exit, it must mean that Saoi and her gaurd must've been escorted by the assassin.

So there he was, standing proudly without falter, with renewed energy better than ever. He now wears a tight black shinobi suit, the suit which is flame resistant. At the head he is wearing a typical ninja mask with a thin silver plate stroking along the forehead of the mask. Further down at the chest he is wearing a bullet resistant armor that weighs lightly, at the upper-right corner of the armor is a Yin-Yang icon. The armor reaches down to the lower end of his ribs. On his right forearm is a slot for his Ninja-To to put into, which is practical as it can work as a protection bracer when the Ninja-To is put into it's slot. On the left wrist is a launcher device on which his kunais are attached onto the forearm, this works as some sort of gun for him as the kunais are being shot and goes as fast as a bullet does from a gun. Further down he is wearing a pouch to the side of the lower waist, containing various bombs at his disposal. Strapped on his grey belt is shuriken. Going down can be seen that his legs and thighs are the basic tight black suit and he wears pretty sturdy grey boots that goes up all the way to beneath the kneecap. There are lines of silver going from the bottom of the foot all the way to the top of the boot.

He felt tempted to do an attack on Omega but he decided against it, because then the element of surprise would be destroyed and he thought that it was best that they wouldn't discover him just yet. So instead, while he was on the rear edge of the roof, out of sight he hit his palms together and concentrated, the second thereafter he turned invisible and he would wait for Saoi and her knight to come out. He then started to charge up his chi, in order to make it detectable for his sworn brother Wita, the half-dragon. Ironic, his enemy Saoi, and his sworn brother Wita, both of them were half-breeds.

If they had expected Reiji to leave them alone, they were miserably wrong.

"Now for the rats to come out of their hole........" He whispered quietly, the noise of the bustling city making his voice impossible to hear.

[Cherry Hideki]

Sometimes I even frighten myself...

It was strange, how even the toughest combatants could succumb to the mere tips of ones fingers...

Simply enjoying the sound of Oichi's laughter, she continued to tickle for about half a minute, when she heard her trying to speak through the giggles. She heard a loud thud, followed by some voices down below. She lowered her voice.

"Just try to relax, and lay still. Our ploy should be believable..." Her eyes seem to roll up for a second, but she gained her composure shortly after a small shiver.

"Now, that's either the SWAT team..." She said, in reference to the loud thud heard down below. "Or paramedics. Probably the latter." She sighed weakly, before seeming to cuddle against her nemesis. "Don't mind me... I... I-I'm sooo c-cold..." It was evident, now that Cherry had fallen into a less tense, relaxed state that her blood loss was catching up to her. "I think I will go to sleep now..." Soon after, Cherry spoke no more. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing was shallow, and she would shiver every little while.