The Paladin | By : Tcharlatan Category: > Toshiya/Die Views: 956 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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June 5th - 6:30 pm
Warm summer rain came down in thick, torrential curtains, sparkling when it passed through the clean white beams of streetlight that cut through the night. Carried along by streams of water, thin tendrils of vibrant red spread rapidly away from a long figure laying facedown in a vacant lot; a brilliant spider lily painted in blood spreading beneath the still body. Locks of hair in an equally bold shade of crimson clung lovingly to angular cheeks, twisting coyly away from a deep gash marring the sun-kissed, golden skin of the man’s forehead. Spent bullet casings littered the ground, and a well-loved pistol lay near the man’s right hand.
“Ka… o… ru?”
Daisuke Andou – Head of Security to the Niikura family for the past decade and lifelong friend and bodyguard to its leader, Kaoru Niikura – stirred slowly, large hands flexing and digging fingers into unforgiving cement as soft brown eyes fluttered dizzily.
How had he come to be on the ground? He remembered… a meeting, clandestine and demanding Kaoru’s personal attention, despite Die’s apprehension. A dozen men – more? – swarming them from darkened corners, falling to Die’s deftly aimed bullets and, when they closed in around him, a skillfully wielded knife. A line of burning pain across his chest as one of the assailants got in a lucky slash. The sickening gush of blood over his hand as another fell to his blade. Stark confusion as the man died with a heartfelt thank-you on his lips and overwhelming relief in his eyes. In the brief window of hesitation that confusion provided, a heavy length of metal had come crashing down against his skull, knocking him to the pavement.
Now, everything was deathly quiet and still. Black leather boots creaked softly as another, larger figure stalked over to Die’s prone form, crouching next to him.
“Kao… ru… where…?”
A large hand fisted itself into red hair and pulled back harshly, a familiar rough voice hissing into his ear, “Niikura’s blood will be on your hands, Andou, you hear me? Yours and Nishimura’s.”
Die tensed – “You?” – before his head was slammed mercilessly into the concrete. Lights exploded behind his eyes, static ringing in his ears, and everything went black.
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