Lights and Sounds [FINISHED]

[Seishuku Kensei]

Slipping closer and closer into sleep, Kensei smiled for the first time in a very long time, listening to Amaziah express her anger at Kensei's blatant disregard for her, his harsh words unintentionally hurting her as she cut into him verbally. Folding his hands on his chest, he continued to listen as she finished her rant. Thinking about her words, Kensei slipped further into comfort, and at this point, his words would be their most truthful and honset.

"We are clear Amaziah, and if I were to and if you had the power to do what you say, then you would be justified in your actions. My methods are disagreeable with those you would take, but they are the most familiar to me, and in the future i shall be more mindful that I am not alone, and I am appreciative of your help. You should also know that your voice is actually pleasant and soothing to the ear when not laden with obscenities and not offensively loud, but you do possess the control over Sound, so I assume my words are verbose..." Kensei said as he surrendered to his fatigue, his head turning slightly to the side as his chest raised and lowered with each breath, completely immersed in his slumber.

[Amaziah Brown]

She folded her arms and smirked after it was clear that Kensei understood how deep the water was he was treading in. But when he started getting all truthful and shit, she was kinda surprised. Usually, niggas only got truthful when they were either scared shit-less or drunk as hell. But, after seeing that Kensei was going in and out of sleep, she could only guess that it was the equivalent of being drunk.

The bitch listened to his compliment and his apology as the fool went to sleep. Raising an eyebrow, she unfolded her arms and snapped her fingers in his ear, only to find out that he was out like a motherfuckin' light. With how he was talking earlier, Amaziah saw that Kensei was sleeping so hard that he could probably sleep through sex. As a matter of fact, she actually started thinking about it. But she chuckled and shook her head.

Nah, she thought to herself. I did that shit with Tsurugi too many times to enjoy it with this nigga. He looks like he'd be better awake, anyway...

Hey, what can I say? If the bitch wanted it badly, she'd take it.

She turned around and saw the fag Jonathan in the other room, sleeping his little ass off. As soon as she saw him, she could hear Kensei's words play in the back of her head about not interrogating him while he was asleep. She looked at the cracka again, raised an eyebrow and put her hands on her hips.

"Pfft," she said out loud, starting to strut toward the room Jonathan was in. "Tryin' to tell me what to do and shit. That nigga must be outside his damn mind tryin' a put me on a leash; I'll bite his chew-toy ass!"

The bitch got to the closed door, noticing a voice box on the wall. "State your name," it said.

The bitch cleared her throat, and took a breath.

"Seishuku Kensei," she said, using her sound magic to imitate his voice perfectly.

"Identification confirmed," it said before it opened the door. Amaziah smiled before walking into the room

See, I keep telling y'all motherfuckers not to fucking mess with this bitch!

She sat backwards in a chair across from the queer in question. She slapped the space in front of him after getting her elbows comfy on the back of the chair, causing her air magic to smack him across the face without her having to have to come in contact with her hand.

When he woke up, his eyes bulged open. She immediately covered his mouth with her hand, apparently right that the sissy was gonna scream. She pointed with her other hand and lowered her head so that he could see her eyes through her shades.

"Now listen to me, motherfucka'," the bitch said to the fag quietly. "You best man the fuck up right now, because I got questions for ya. And we don't need two bitches in this room. Now I'm gonna take my hand off your dick-sucker. And when I do, you better be ready to give me the answers I'm looking for. Get me?"

She didn't have the time to response. Even though Kensei told her he'd be asleep for five hours, something told the bitch that he might wake up early just because she was doing something that he told her not to do. So she removed her hand from Jonathan's mouth and folded them on top of the back of the chair she sat on, and started her interrogation.

"What does Skylight know about the Devil Saints?"

[Human NPC]

Apparently, things just don't work out for me.

After being kidnapped and tortured, I think it's kind of safe to assume these things.

It felt like a strong wind from a small storm just swiped across my face. It woke me up from another one of those dreamless sleeps that man put me in. I was hoping to wake up in my bedroom in my shitty apartment, hoping that what I just experienced was nothing but a bad dream. But instead, I woke up to the face of a black woman; the same black woman that almost made my ears bleed out.

Whatever was left of my masculinity just committed suicide, especially since I saw that she was in here by herself; no ninja to put her in check. So I just confirmed her belief of me being a spineless pussy by doing what spineless pussies do when in a situation like this.

I screamed.

But it was instantly muffled before I could even get a moan out. I could feel my eyes tear up again, knowing that I wasn't in safe hands with this woman. I could actually see her eyes this time. They were fierce; like they could stare right through me. And when she spoke, she made it very clear.

"Now listen to me, motherfucka'," she said to me. "You best man the fuck up right now, because I got questions for ya. And we don't need two bitches in this room. Now I'm gonna take my hand off your dick-sucker. And when I do, you better be ready to give me the answers I'm looking for. Get me?"

I nodded violently as soon as she let my mouth go, agreeing to her every command. I started breathing through my mouth; my adrenaline was built up too much to try and breathe through my nose. I watched her get comfortable before asking me what the company I worked for knew about the Devil Saints; the organization I remember ratting out to the man in blue earlier. I swallowed and caught my breath before going on with my end of the bargain.

"Mr. Bleache' finds them a potential threat to Skylight Industries," I told her. "From what I hear, they have the intelligence equal to that of the FBI in the states and actually had the potential to bring Skylight to it's knees years ago before his plans for the company went underway. Whatever he has planned for the Devil Saints, it's big. He's just looking for the opportunity to make the rest of the world side with him when it comes down to it."

I swallow again, hoping that was a satisfying enough answer. Sure, she'll probably ask another question, but just let me tread in whatever is left of my pride, will you?

[Amaziah Brown]

The bitch wasn't impressed. Listening to the pussy across from him speak was actually starting to piss her off, mostly because he ain't say shit pertaining to the question she asked. She couldn't risk torturing the twink either on account of Kensei waking up from the noise.

The noise...

That's it, she thought. Amaziah held up her middle and index fingers on her right hand. She started to concentrate so she could use those two fingers as an outlet to make the room sound-proof so that Kensei couldn't hear shit. She did this trick once or twice before during her pre-Tenmeigakure days as an assassin for hire. Satisfied with her work, she used that hand holding up the two fingers and bald it into a fist. With a single stroke, she punched the fool across the face.

"Bitch, did I ask you to give me the obvious simple shit?!" she yelled after she delivered the punch. "You supposed to know all the history of this whack-ass company and you mean to tell me that all you know about their only threat is that they as smart as the fucking FBI?! Well, I call bullshit, nigga!"

The fact that Amaziah was able to say all of that without using her sound magic in a damaging way kinda surprised her a bit. But she didn't have time to think about it. Sound barrier or not, Amaziah couldn't afford Kensei waking up while she was still in this room. So she cracked her knuckles in front of him, frowning behind her shades.

"Try again, motherfucka."

[Human NPC]

She... she punched me...

I swallowed whatever blood was in my mouth after she made her point clear to me. I'm not allowed to scream; she already made it clear. Whereas she said that she's the only one allowed to be a pussy, she was definitely dick enough for the both of us. My bottom lip started to quiver; a result of me not able to outwardly express how much the punch stings. I know it made me look more like the spineless pussy she already informed me I was, but I don't care.

I want to live.

"Mr. Bleahe'," I said it without any base in my voice. It was embarrassing to me, so I start over with a swallow of my spit. I gasp as I foolishly look into the covered eyes of my torturer. I start to breathe heavily, but I gain control over myself quickly. I don't need another punch to the jaw. The next one might involve my teeth ejecting out of my gum's.

"Mr. Bleache' keeps watch over the main hancho's of the Devil Saints," I tell her truthfully. "To what Skylight knows, there are three leaders; maybe more. The founder had to go through our loans department to get some flower business started. His name is Akuma Shadow."

I swallow again before continuing giving the woman capable of ending my life what she wanted to hear. Why they would entrust a lowly intern with all of this information is beyond even me.

"He has a sister," I say, looking back into her sunglasses a little less intimidated than before. "The boss met her a while back during a business trip in Paris, France. She calls herself Sara. And from what he gathered about the two, they are the second generation leaders of the organization. Meaning there's a possibility that one or both of their parents could have been involved."

I close my eyes, trying to force my breath to catch up with the words I said. I debated in my head whether or not to tell her about the third, but knowing her she was gonna make me do it anyway. But I just gave her a lot of information; she'd probably need room to digest the dinner before moving on to desert.

Or maybe that was the desert for her. Did she spoil her appetite?

[Amaziah Brown]

Even though she didn't show it, the bitch was surprised. She honestly wasn't expecting this corporation to know this much about the Devil Saints as the fag said they did. The main leader Akuma Shadow, and his sister Sara, huh? That's about all the info she needed to find out where this organization was. If she could get to the leaders, she'd be able to make them talk as loud as a wigger repeating the lines of an Eminem CD.

Then the sissy mentioned that they weren't the founders, but the "second generation leaders" or the organization. He even hinted that their parents could have been involved. Amaziah's eyes narrowed behind those shades of hers.

Their parents, she thought to herself.

The bitch reached for Jonathan's chin and brought her face close to his, staring at him from the top rim of her shades like last time. Then she smirked.

"Now you've been a good little bitch all this time," she surprisingly said sweetly. "You mean to tell me you ain't gonna tell me who they'd possibly be related to in this organization?"

She started to squeeze Jonathan's chin until she could start to feel bone. Good thing she put up that sound barrier, because I don't even think the fag could keep from screaming now.

"What does Skylight know about their parents?" she asked, cocking her head sideways and still squeezing the twink's chin. "Go 'head, nigga; tell me something good..."

[Human NPC]

Feeling her snatch my chin like a martial arts student in a 70's movie didn't feel good. It didn't feel good at all. And she had the nerve to talk nice to me; like she wasn't going to hurt me.

But I knew the truth.

The pleasantness in her voice soon ended. She started to squeeze my chin tighter to the point where I could not only feel my skin pinch, but I could hear the bottom part of my jaw start to give way. I'm not going to lie to you guys; I screamed. I couldn't hold it in any longer. This woman was killing me. Okay, maybe not killing me, but she was definitely making me wish that I was already dead.

"There's a woman working for Skylight's Private Investigation branch in Tokyo!" I belted out. "It's not confirmed that she's related to the two siblings yet. But if she is, Markus wants to use her in one of his war games against the Devil Saints!"

I start crying again, hoping my tears will make her fingers too slippery and let go of my face. You know it's a shame when you start to use a bodily function that gives off the idea that you're a coward as a way to act as a defense mechanism. But it's like I said before; I don't care.

I just want to live...

[Amaziah Brown]

Now the bitch heard everything. This Skylight even had a P.I. branch? This company was starting to sound too good to be true. But regardless, she was able to get what she needed from the twink in her grasp. He said that there involved a woman, and that was good enough for her. That's when the little bitch of a snitch added the icing to the cake.

If this was Aika the snob was talking about, and these were indeed her kids, then this Markus cat was gonna use her in whatever he had planned to bring down the Devil Saints.

But then he had to ruin it by crying like a little pussy again.

Sound barrier or no sound barrier; Amaziah was tired of hearing him cry like a cunt on the rag. She grabbed his throat and started to squeeze. She did it slowly, just so that she could get her point across. She snatched off her glasses and frowned at the fool.

"How?!" she yelled, adding more pressure to the craka's throat. "How's he gonna use her?"

There was a bit of silence, but even Amaziah knew she wasn't squeezing the fool's throat that hard. So with a squeeze that would actually give the nigga a reason not to talk, she got up in his face like the intimidating lioness she knew she was and yelled out the order you'd have no choice but to obey from this bitch.

"ANSWER ME, MOTHERFUCKA!!!!"

[Human NPC]

I needed to learn to keep my eyes dry for more than twenty seconds. It served me right; I should have realized that the guy in blue was more of the "good cop" in this situation. I think he actually showed me pity whenever he saw me start to leak tears. And that only meant that the woman was more the "bad cop," refusing to show any pity for my pleas.

So in other words, when she started to choke me, I shouldn't have been that surprised...

She wanted to know how Markus was going to use her. The question set me off, actually. I'd think she'd want information about the Devil Saints to warn them about whatever my boss was planning for them. But from what I was able to tell, she only cared about the woman.

She squeezed harder, probably because I was taking too long to reply. I wasn't going to lie; it hurt like hell. And at the same time she squeezed, it felt that the air from his lungs decided to go on vacation.

She yelled for me to answer her. I guess I was right about me taking my time. I gagged for air desperately, wanting to do what she said in hopes she'd give me back the ability to breathe regularly. But already I was starting to slip out of consciousness again. My eyesight was starting to blur, even though her fierce eyes were as clear as ever. But with what was left of my air capacity at that moment, I could only said one word.

"B-bait..."

Then everything went black.

[Seishuku Kensei]

Despite his desire for sleep, Kensei and tossed and turned restlessly in his cot, the usual humming and buzz of the electronics in his bunker that he once found comfort in, were keeping him awake. After only 2 hours of sleep at the most, Kensei sat up from his haggard position, noticing that Amaziah was not in the room. Looking to both his sides to assure she was nowhere near, Kensei turned his eyes to the large monitor to his left. The screen monitored the entirety of the bunker flashing every three seconds to another camera, after three images Amaziah was shown with her hands on the prisoner Johnathan, inside of the room where he was being imprisoned. Despite the heaviness of his eyes, Kensei saw everything clearly in the room.

The prisoner was clearly unconscious, and Amaziah stood over him defiantly, ignoring Kensei's orders to stay away from the prisoner, and breaching his trust, something the quite Shinobi had began to grow accustomed to. Standing to his feet, Kensei moved at a pace that would have made him appeared to vanish, now in front of the the large keypad and control console of the bunker. With incredible dexterity he punched in several commands, his eyes monitoring the screen, now frozen on Amaziah. The first of the these commands locked the door to the room where Johnathon was kept, a series of tumblers and bolts completely shutting the door, the next command opening the the ventilation in the room.

Kensei now flipped open a small panel, putting hi face closer to the consoles built in microphone as his finger was now firmly placed on a small dial. "You cannot even be trusted to follow the most simplest of tasks, this is why your are not to be trusted..." Kensei said in a drowsy voice, turning the dial all the way to the other side. The dial released a noxious gas into the room, laced with a sleeping and paralysis agent. The gas filled the room from the vent that were located on the ceiling and the floors, the thick cloud appearing as clear as the two people in the room. Kensei watched the monitor in silence, unconcerned for the reaction of his uneasy partner, their alliance now in serious jeopardy as Kensei once again mentally reeled from the sting of what he perceived to be betrayal.

[Amaziah Brown]

He fainted.

Again.

She couldn't believe this shit. How big of a pussy was this fool? She wasn't even as hard on him like she was the last time. Sure, she grabbed his throat. But what person never grabbed another nigga's throat before?

The bitch stood up and sighed, putting her hands on her hips and forcing herself to calm the fuck down. She got what she wanted out of the twink. The Devil Saints were a threat to Skylight, so Skylight got the info on their leaders. But the fact that they wanted to use the bitch who killed her mother as bait to lure her "potential" children to off them like flies caught behind curtains didn't sit right with her. And that was because she knew what happened to bait when nigga's didn't need it anymore.

You get rid of it.

As much as she didn't wanna admit it, Amaziah couldn't let Aika die that way. That bitch was gonna go by her hand; not by the way of some punk-ass company that was afraid of some competition. She went through the information she got out of the fag and ran it through her head, making it sound like she thought of these ideas off the top of her head when she would tell Kensei after he woke up.

That was when she heard the locks on the door bolt and the vents open in the room. After taking the time to figure out what was going down, she rolled her eyes and sighed.

Kensei was awake.

Damn.

"You cannot even be trusted to follow the most simplest of tasks," she heard him say though the speaker system inside the room. "This is why you are not to be trusted."

Thanks to her sound magic, Amaziah started to hear a faint hissing noise. She looked at the vents on the ceiling and the floor, noticing that some type of gas started to enter the room. Once aware, she didn't run for the door to try and get out. She didn't try to break the glass in the room to escape that way. Instead, she simply walked over to the speaker box and camera located by the door, folded her arms, and sighed.

The gas started to consume the entire room. She could see the paralysis effect on Jonathan's body, seeing it go limp after time. Seeing the wet noodle go limp so fast, she chuckled under her breath. But I know what you're thinking; it was only a matter of time before she started to get affected by the gas too, right? Naw, nigga; it ain't that simple.

Using her abilities she learned over Air magic, Amaziah was able to filter out the spores in the gas that would render her unconscious or temporarily paralyzed. The bitch did the shit every time she smoked a cigarette.

Now smoking weed? Well, that's a story reserved for another time...

Making sure her face was all up in the camera, Amaziah looked in the lens with a smug-ass look on her face, scrunching up her lips and shit. She even checked her watch to see how long this fool's been trying to knock her out with the gas. But sooner than later, she got tired of patronizing Kensei. She pressed the button near the microphone and prepared to speak.

"Are you done yet?" she asked him. She sighed again, fixing her face and her current attitude.

"Listen; I'm sorry I didn't listen to you," she said through the microphone. "But this guy had more information that he gave us. I know we gotta make sure we find out what Skylight is up to. But what I learned through my years before joining the Tenmeigakure was that if you got someone who has answers, then you milk them for everything till there ain't a drop left. So stop playing around Kensei, and unlock the God-damn door!"

[Seishuku Kensei]

Kensei watched on the monitor for several minutes as Johnathan fully succumbed tot he effects of the gas, but Amaziah remained unharmed, the fumes having no effect on her. Kensei only grew more frustrated at the sight of this, Johnathan's body completely limp and immobile as Amaziah demanded Kensei release her. He watched for a few seconds more and then turned off the gas, its implementation having proved to be useless, Kensei frustratingly turned the dial. He thought about her words, and did not care about whatever justification she used to back them.

You are not sorry, and I do not care about whatever information you squeezed from an injured coward, a man who was willing to anything to appease you to save his worthless life. You offer me nothing but trouble, and until I have decided what we will do, you will remain inside of that room. Your heavy handed bumbling has been tolerated for the last time." Kensei said abruptly shutting off the intercom, pressurizing the room to both removed the gas and restrict the air inside of the room, as well as rendering it soundproof to the outside in. All the air that remained in the now sealed chamber was of no concern to Kensei, who now fully awake in anger had totally dismissed the idea of sleep, preferring to finish his examinations of the schematics of the buildings.

Before he walked over to the light table to activate it again, he pulled up the video feed of the now sealed room on a smaller monitor, rewinding and reviewing all that transpired. The information Johnathan leaked was of no value to Kensei himself, besides the coincidental fact that the men he entrusted his safety with in a prior venture were against the same enemy again, a notion that would've made Kensei smirk had he not been so frustrated. Bringing up the digital 3-D image of the building, Kensei intricately dissected the blueprints, now considering heading this mission on his lonesome.

Kensei briefly looked back at the small monitor to see Amaziah's face, turning in anger back to focus on his holographic picture. "Her ulterior motives have become clear as day, she will ruin this plan if gone unchecked..." Kensei said, noticing her weapons on the table, walking over to them as he procured a small tool set and some transistors from a shelf above his head, beginning to tinker with both the blade and guns individually.

[Amaziah Brown]

Heavy-handed bumbling? she thought to herself. I ain't even touch the nigga!

Amaziah could hear Kensei cut off the intercom. She retreated her neck a bit in response, like he was the rudest motherfucker on the planet. Then she noticed that the thick gas cloud was starting to lift. Amaziah smirked, thinking that what Kensei said about keeping her in the room until he figured out what to do with her was just a joke.

"Well he ain't a dumb one," she said to herself, "I'll give him that."

When she reached for the door after the gas was cleared, she was kinda surprised that it was still locked. But by the time the bitch realized that the fool wasn't kidding about not letting her go, her Air magic sensed a significant amount of something leaving the room.

Oxygen.

The bitch had her mouth open a bit with her bottom jaw perked out farther than the top part. Afterward, she closed her mouth and sucked on her bottom lip. She looked at the camera, already knowing that her microphone was off. But that ain't stop her from speaking her mind.

"Oh, you's a bitch!"

Nodding her head and waving a finger, she started to walk away from the camera and into the middle of the room. "That's okay," she said to herself. "Just wait till I get out of here. I don't care if you are fine as hell underneath that scarf of yours, ya fuckin' metro; I'm gettin' that ass!"

Now in the middle of the room, she calmed herself. She sat on the floor with her legs folded, and took off her shades. And once she rested her wrists on her knees, Amaziah started to do the one thing you'd never expect her to ever do.

The bitch started meditating, y'all.

She used her air magic to slow down her air intake of whatever oxygen was left in the room to conserve it, slowing down her heart rate and lowering her blood pressure; every single church mother's dream. She didn't know how long Kensei would be before opening up the doors, but she'd done this exercise for five years for as long as seven hours straight; she was fine. But while doing this, she started to think on the days where she couldn't get this exercise down to save her life...
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"I don't see how this will help me in anything, Shinbou-sensei," Amaziah mouthed off.

The elder swordsman smirked, sitting down with his eyes closed across from her. "Then you already fail."

"Fail?" Amaziah said, looking at the man like he lost his mind. She chuckled. "Nigga, I don't fail."

"Oh but you do," he said, ignoring the derogatory slur toward her own race of people. "You are just like the wolf."

Amaziah looked confused, trying to fold her legs right. "The wolf?" she asked.

"The wolf trying to apprehend the three little pigs," he said. He opened one of his eyes. "Oh yes," he said. "I know more than just my own country's folk tales."

"Well, that's good for you and all," she said. "But what does it have to do with me?"

"You have been roaming this earth with an unsatisfiable hunger, Amaziah-chan," Shinbou said. "And once you have found three morsels that will nourish your craving, you are ready to display your strength; your destructive wind. Two fall to your raw power, yet one is strong enough to stand against your might to the point where you are now as tired, exhausted and as weak as the first two you have devoured because their opposition were nothing more than hay and sticks. The third -- the obstacle of bricks -- that was the true prize."

Amaziah sucked her teeth, looking at her teacher like he was the craziest nigga she ever did see. "Begging your pardon, Shinbou-sensei," she said, "but what the hell you talking about?!"

Shinbou sighed. "To obtain your meal by being able to overcome such a situation that is even mightier than your own is to not fall for the easier prey first by releasing your full fury. And by saying that this exercise is beneath you, you have already blown down the houses of straw and sticks and have no strength at all to face the bricks before you."

Amaziah closed her eyes, kinda understanding what he was talking about. Nodding, she stared at her instructor while letting her wrists rest on her knees.

"I apologize for questioning your methods, Shinbou-sensei," she said. "It won't happen again.

"Good," he said as he closed his eyes again. "I will definitely keep you to that word..."

After a bit of silence of silence was between the two of them, Shinbou once again opened one of his eyes to see Amaziah starting the breathing technique. He smiled.

"...nigga."

[Seishuku Kensei]

His hands were covered in mechanical oil and silicone based gear lubricants, and his brow beaded with sweat, but Kensei was finished with the modification of Amaziah's weapons. Small screws and bolts covered the desktop and Kensei placed his special tool back into their secure holding places. Watching the monitor he looked at Amaziah meditating, wondering how someone so loud and brazen could achieve such levels of serene peace. Pressing the keypad, Kensei entered a series of buttons that unlocked the room where Amaziah sat quietly.

Kensei wiped his forehead with a small towel near the desk and commenced to clean his hands, walking away from the desk, he headed toward the slowly opening mechanized door, the hiss of the near vacuum sealed room filling the near silent bunker. "Your weapons have been modified and returned to their location on the desk, if you are done with your meditations I would like to discuss how we are going to infiltrate Skylight Industries. I feel I should warn you that your weapons have been upgraded to respond your affinity with Sound, a sonic amplifier has been placed inside of the gun's chamber, allowing them to fire sonic rounds with extreme concussive force, depending on the amount of energy you pour into it. The sword's blade has been coated with a film of unstable particles on its edge, wherein they respond to your sonic energy, vibrating rapidly allowing you to slice through nearly any man made object."

"With all the above mentioned, if the weapons are used against me in any fashion, an explosive placed inside will respond to my fading life force and detonate, releasing a wave of muons that will dissipate all surrounding matter, an incentive to not only ensure my survival, but to force you to work with me in a more, cooperative fashion." Kensei said to Amaziah, standing in front of the door waiting for her acknowledgment of his words.

[Amaziah Brown]

The little flashback seemed to have ended with a snap of a finger to Amaziah. One minute, she was thinking about when she couldn't get this technique that was saving her life down. And the next thing she knew, a fresh breeze of air hit her face. The sound of the door opening was like opening a bottle of pop, or soda if you were born and raised in the Southern states. And after the room filled itself with air again, she could hear footsteps echo their way inside.

The bitch opened one of her eyes as she saw Kensei stand in front of her. The light from outside the room made it hard to see his front clear, but she could tell by his stature that it was the fool.

That, and the fact that he, the fag, and he was supposed to be the only ones in the motherfucker.

Your weapons have been modified and returned to their location on the desk," he said in a tone less angry than before. "If you are done with your meditations I would like to discuss how we are going to infiltrate Skylight Industries."

Amaziah ain't say shit.

"I feel I should warn you that your weapons have been upgraded to respond your affinity with Sound," the ex-Tenmeigakure continued. "A sonic amplifier has been placed inside of the gun's chamber, allowing them to fire sonic rounds with extreme concussive force, depending on the amount of energy you pour into it. The sword's blade has been coated with a film of unstable particles on its edge, wherein they respond to your sonic energy, vibrating rapidly allowing you to slice through nearly any man made object."

She opened her other eye. Flat out, the bitch was impressed. She never would have guessed that this fool knew how to upgrade her sound-pistols, let alone add a vibrating mechanism to her katana.

Heh; Maybe he was suggesting something....

"With all the above mentioned," he started again, "if the weapons are used against me in any fashion, an explosive placed inside will respond to my fading life force and detonate, releasing a wave of muons that will dissipate all surrounding matter, an incentive to not only ensure my survival, but to force you to work with me in a more, cooperative fashion."

Amaziah raised an eyebrow and smirked a bit. Her arms folded in response to Kensei's ultimatum for her upgraded weapons, although she couldn't say she wasn't expecting some shit like this. That's probably why she smirked because she found the shit funny.

The bitch chuckled as she stood up, resting a hand on her hip as she strutted toward Kensei. Close enough to him, she gave him a look. Don't ask me what kind it was; I ain't never seen a look like that in my life. But if I had to compare it to anything, I'd say it was a hybrid of seduction, playfulness and humility; something this bitch ain't known for, I'll tell y'all motherfuckers that much.

"I'll keep that in mind," she said to Kensei, still giving him that look. After a few seconds, she walked past him and went back to the room with all the computers and shit. She put both hands on her hips that time and looked at the screens.

"So," she projected her voice, just in case that look she gave the fool left him frozen in his tracks. "What's the plan?"

[Seishuku Kensei]

"Simple. We shall infiltrate Skylight Industries Japanese headquarters. We shall go during the day, which has the least amount of security, the heavy guards operate on a nightly basis according to my read outs. I shall place several power dampeners thought the building, which will kill power in certain places, and reroute power in other places, causing security to momentarily debate on which areas they will covering in their patrol, as well as ensuing chaos through the building. Markus, I can only assume has most of his employees fooled that they work for an honest and legitimate company, something we shall use to our advantage, as the influx of civilians in the building will allows a sort of cover, stealthily dissipating any resistance.

From there, we shall separate, I will take out the main generator of the facility after the dampeners cause the system to directly feed from it, giving me it's location on my personal monitor. You will be equipped with one as well, and I shall send you to capture Aika, a top ranking underling of Markus Bleache, whom we shall use as leverage to expose him and draw him out. But I stress to you Amaziah, she must be brought back alive, your recklessness and sullen attitude toward following directions must not ruin this opportunity we have to avenge Tsurugi and the others, he must be deconstructed methodically, so he has no where to run to, and no means to retaliate." Kensei said in a calm voice, stressing the importance of his plan.

"I could easily just as do this alone, but I value your connection to the former Tenmeigakure, that and my name and face are all over that facility, it would be best if I operated under stealth, where as you are more than capable of defending yourself and are all but unknown to them. My orders must be followed to the tee, one missed opportunity or ignored variable will result in a communications separation, and if abandoned, neither of us stands a chance of escaping alive. Do you have any discrepancy with what I have laid out?" Kensei asked, now standing next to Amaziah, looking into the same monitor as she did, Bleache's face on screen.

[Amaziah Brown]

She didn't bother looking at Kensei when he stood next to her, telling the bitch his plans on how to break in to the Japanese headquarters of this multinational corporation. And listening to him lay everything out like it was gonna be nothing but child's play kinda left Amaziah with a smirk on her face.

Looks like this fool's been doing his homework, she thought to herself.

Then again, she shouldn't have been surprised. From what she could tell, he'd been researching Skylight Industries since he arrived back to the remains of the Tenmeigakure; of course he'd been doing his homework. But the bitch realized that he'd been doing it a little too much when she heard him mention two words that Amaziah would never ever put in the same sentence together.

"Aika," and "alive."

She wasn't surprised that he found out about Aika working at this jive-ass corporation. In a way, she was glad; it meant that the chicken-shit in the interrogation room was telling the truth. But when Amaziah heard Kensei say that not only was it her job to find the bitch when they got there, but to bring her back alive?! She was just about ready to call time out on that play!

But she thought about it clearer. Kensei didn't know what Aika put her through. He didn't know that she shot down her mother in cold blood; and out of all the whack-ass weapons, she took the pussy way out and offed her with a god-damn sniper rifle. He just found out that she was associated with the company as a major player and would make a nice trump card. And she could understand that.

But that ain't stop the bitch from sucking her teeth.

She took a couple of steps and looked at one of the computer monitors, showing her picture and her bio at Skylight. Apparently, she was the head of the newly created Private Investigative branch of the company; just about a month old, yet apparently filled with some of the best P.I.'s the world's ever known. She chuckled; some of these fools tried to take her down during her days as an assassin-for-hire. But one name stood out like a sore thumb to Amaziah.

Matthieu Clarke; Age 37, born in Brooklyn, New York, USA. Experience involves British Intelligence, F.B.I., C.I.A., etc. Established for three weeks and soon-to-be Vice President of Skylight P.I. On-field partner? You guessed it; Shounin Aika.

Well I'll be damned, the bitch thought to herself, leaving a smirk on her face. She quickly got rid of it when she turned around to face Kensei again.

"So let me get this straight," she said, pointing a hitch-hiker's thumb toward the picture of Aika behind her. "You want me to kidnap one of the presidents of this company's branches, while you're doing what exactly?"

She folded her arms and leaned against the table her upgraded weapons rested on. "Because something tells me that you're gonna be doing a lot more than just fucking with their electricity bill."

Realizing that she just swore out loud, the bitch raised her hands slightly to illustrate her apologies, tired of saying the shit out loud. But that only raised another question.

"You really think this Markus Bleache cat got rid of the other members of the Tenmeigakure?" she asked as she stared at the nigga in question on the computer screen. "Seems hella cliche for what we found out about his plans to eliminate the Devil Saints..."

[Seishuku Kensei]

"As for your inquiry to what I'll be doing, I be taken down specific parts of the buildings electrical grid, providing the cover of disorder that will aid you in Aika's capture. The area will no doubt be heavily secured, and Markus has gone through great lengths to ensure that his private police force will keep the area free of intruders. That will require deadly force if things prove to be too time consuming, something I am more than willing to accommodate. As i said before, my face and figure is no doubt known to the entirety of the buildings security, so I must be swift and decisive in my actions.

"As for Matthieu, he is of no consequence or importance, he can be easily replaced is there is nothing out of the ordinary about him outside of his connection with Aika. She is a rarity because she has appeared in many different places for many years, and yet like Bleache, she has not physically aged. She will be more accessible than Markus, and will divulge more than Johnathan." Kensei said, pulling up an enormous amount of information pertaining to Aika, comparing her face to the time in which the first photo's of her were taken in various locations. Reaching into a small cabinet that was filled with medical supplies.

"As for his fate, he will be used as a decoy to further ensue confusion and disorder, he will be shot with a dose of Tetrodotoxin, a neuro-paralyzer that simulates death and will placed in a crowded location by myself, who will then assume his identity to infiltrate the inner regions of the building. If you have no more questions we shall be off after he is tended to." Kensei said to Amaziah, pointing in the direction of the captive Johnathan in the interrogation room.

[Amaziah Brown]

Amaziah took some time to study the pictures of Aika on the screen, so that it would seem that this was her first time seeing the cunt. To a certain extent, it was somewhat of a good thing that Kensei didn't know about her little vendetta with her. And the fact that she saw a familiar name on that screen underneath Aika's name just got her thinking, especially since Kensei stated that he didn't really matter.

Long story short, the bitch started thinking of a plan. One that wouldn't necessarily end to make Kensei think that what was gonna go down was all premeditated or to give anything away that she had history with the cunt who killed her mother. If anything, Kensei would at least find out how she knew this Matt cat.

Of course I know, but I ain't telling y'all either. If I did, y'all nigga's would stop reading the God-damn story!

"No more questions," Amaziah said as she turned around and headed for her weapons on the table nearby. She picked up her two cannons and skimmed them over a bit. Satisfied, she twirled them around a bit before stylishly putting them back in their harnesses.

When she picked up her katana, she looked closely at the blade. Remembering what Kensei told her about how he upgraded it, she grabbed the handle tightly with one of her hands. That allowed her to squeeze some sound magic through the sword. And just like the fool said, she could feel the blade start to vibrate. She couldn't see it because... I mean, let's face it; the blade was vibrating too fast for you to see shit.

Smiling, she cut off the swords feed to her sound magic, and placed it back in her sheath attached to her waist after some sword twirls that nigga's be doing in those martial arts movies and shit. She took out her shades that she had hanging off her coat and cleavage and flicked them open. She slowly put them on and looked to her left, facing Kensei. She gave him a smirk and a chuckle under her breath.

"Let's do this."