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This is me forever

Who: Kirika Yuumura, Aya Fujimiya, and Seth Rim
What: Bounty Hunt and shop visits
When: Aug 29th & 30th
Where: Attleton | Kitten in the House Flower shop in Attleton
Warnings: Assassin mission and cute visits.

A. Bounty Hunt: Closed to Aya

Ever since the newspaper was released, Kirika eyed on a particular bounty in Attleton, her new home. It wasn't quite the job she was used to back home, but it was the same concept. Bounty hunting was something new and was leaned more to capture for custody than execution. If anything, she suppose she could call the law enforcement and provide the location once captured if anything for the target. She had gathered information around town about the Hearttaker whenever she had a chance it be after school or work. If there was anything she learned from the previous jobs back home, baiting herself had always been quite effective, and young school girls made perfect targets.

After Kirika finished work, she walked around town where the sightings taken place for the murders. It was getting late, close to eleven. Eventually, she sensed a stranger followed behind her. Kirika tucked her hands in her pockets casually, as if she was unaware of this stranger. For now, she walked along the block making sure the individual followed, patiently.

B. Flower Shop: Closed to Seth

The next day, Kirika was quite tired. Things didn't go as expected last night which left her right hand bandaged. She came to work right after school. She wrapped her work apron around her and began her chores with the flowers. When her chores were done, Kirika was by the register counter either doing school work or reading a book. A couple yawns escaped from her once in a while from tiresome. Sometimes she would drag herself outside just to sweep the entrance, if anything, mostly to keep away from the group of girls who came to look for Aya. They would question Kirika at school, and that was enough for her. Honestly, she would try to find anything to keep her awake.

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That stranger following her wasn't Aya, but he had noticed the person.

Having seen Kirika beat him to claiming the bounty, he convinced her to team up with him on it. He didn't really care about the reward so much. Perhaps it's just his way of keeping his skills sharp, and not seeing a reason to stop being what he is. So they team up, creating a plan to use her as bait. Being young, a girl, and seemingly innocent would play to their advantage. He didn't like the idea of it, but he was curious as to what she was capable of, and would do his best to make sure she came out alive.

So from across the street, Aya was shadowing Kirika and the mystery person, who seemed pretty clean cut and wasn't bad to look at. Mid to late thirties, well groomed, glasses. Why was it always the odd ones who were vain?

To throw off suspicion, Aya took on the role of a traveler obviously unfamiliar with the area due to holding a map and asking people for assistance once in a while. His katana was in a special poster tube strapped across his torso. It would look more suspicious carrying the blade out in the open. He kept an eye on Kirika and the stranger as he did so, and thanked the helpers once he "found his way." It would give him ample opportunity to cross the street and follow with a larger group of pedestrians between them.

All he needed from Kirika was a sign or text that she was in a place they could ambush him.

Perhaps Kirika should had used her other name instead, but in the end it had to be Kirika since her face would be viewd. When Aya asked to join her, Kirika was surprised, but accepted anyway. Aya had bounty hunting experience which helped. But to bring the bounty alive was something unfamiliar to Kirika, and possibly a challenge.

Kirika had her share of odd ones, even ones who tried too hard. She wasn't sure herself either nor cared to find out. This stranger, it felt as if he was grinning to a meal in front of him. With Kirika being bait, it helped a lot with Aya watching them. Her pistol hid in her back skirt pocket. She handmade some of her pockets for her gun.

The ideal location was very close, it was her school. She also carried her bag on one side, it would look like she forgotten something there at least. Kirika knew some areas around the school where students would isolate themselves. When Kirika turned to enter the school's ground, she stretched her arms over her head and then behind her giving Aya the signal. She disappeared behind the building followed by the strange man.

When the two were out from clear sight of the public, Kirika heard a knife sheathed behind her. She looked back and saw the stranger with a sinister grin. But where was the knife?

Aya managed to track them to a school, which would be a logical place while she was in uniform. Kirika gave him the signal, and started his end of the plan: lay in wait nearby to take down the suspect.

Finding another entrance to inside, Aya crossed the building, making sure to stay out of sight, especially away from the windows. He didn't want to be spotted by the murderer by chance. Making it to the other side, he crouched beneath a window and peeked over it, spotting Kirika and the stranger, seeing that he was still behind the stranger somewhat. He took the opportunity to quietly start taking out his sword from the tube.

He wished he could hear what was going on outside.

There was no conversation thankfully. If they were, Kirika wasn't replying.

Strange enough, she had an idea where Aya was hidden, and avoided eye contact for less suspicion. The stranger approached her slowly as if he was a lion on the hunt. Kirika didn't move, her arms were still behind her. After the stranger had taken another step, a gun was fired. The stranger's grin widen, creepy actually, as if victory was at his hand. A moment later, there was some confusion to his feature, as if something didn't felt right to him. Behind Kirika, another stranger, about mid-thirties as well, stood from a distance and Kirika was between the men. His eyes looked lazy before he fell to the ground with a gun in his hand. Kirika shot this man from her back, inside her hidden pocket.

The stranger, still in front of Kirika, looked at her with disbelief. Now with rage, the stranger quickly lunged forward with the knife in hand and thrust it towards the young girl.

"You bitch!"

Kirika whipped her pistol out from retaliation. The knife grazed the back of her right hand before her pistol could be used as a shield, but that injury didn't slow Kirika down. Kirika stepped back a couple times avoiding the dagger's constant thrust and parried it a couple times with her pistol. She was pretty good at avoiding deadly blows at least. Now she was stalling for Aya.

He didn't expect there to be more than one suspect. Really, he should've expected things to not be that easy. With the stranger in a rage, Aya used the distraction as an opportunity to dash out. In a blur of black and red, Aya came straight at the stranger, blocking any further attacks upon Kirika. The disadvantage for Aya being that his blade was longer and his shorter, which Aya didn't really care about. He, too, began to parry attacks with the flat side of his blade during their scuffle, getting a few cuts on his arms in the process, and often blocking with the part of his blade closest to the hilt.

Once he found that the stranger was lacking in finesse, Aya grabbed his wrist at the next attack, twisted the wrist before kneeing him in the stomach, yanking the knife from his hand, and stabbing him in the thigh with it. That should at least make sure he wouldn't get far. Aya wasn't even winded at the struggle, and started to tie up his hands with a zip tie.

Once Aya stepped in, Kirika stepped back and watched. Kirika never knew what to expect and had kept herself aware at all times. If it wasn't for Aya stepping in, the suspect would have his head blown off by her pistol. One death was enough. Kirika held her cut hand close by her side and watched Aya wrapped things up. It was as she thought, Aya was no ordinary florist, which she didn't mind.

While Aya was occupied and Kirika was spectating, a third suspect sprung from behind Kirika. Kirika's eyes widen sensing hostile behind her, but she was too late to react. The surprise suspect grabbed hold of her wrist, the injured one, and twisted her arm back adding pressure. The gun she held dropped behind her. Kirika wasn't particularly good at yelling, but her painful yelp was enough to shot Aya's ears. A blade rested on Kirika's neck. Kirika winced from the shot of pain, and yet remained calm.

Edited 2017-09-02 11:42 (UTC)

Aya noticed movement from behind them, and was too late to stop the standstill they found themselves in. He made eye contact with the third stranger, holding his sword in front of him with both hands gripping it. For a while, no one moved a muscle, and no way was Aya going to let them get away.

"Let her go, or you're dead," was the only warning Aya gave. He made sure to keep an eye on Kirika as well. Who knows what she would do.

Something told her that she probably had some explaining to do after this ordeal, just maybe. Kirika remained calm and quiet through the trial. Of all the things she disliked, being a burden was one of them. At this moment, she felt like one. She also kept eye contact with Aya, trying to read what he'd do next.

The stranger taken an inch back away from Aya despite the warning, and dragging Kirika along with him. Kirika glanced to the side, searching for something the man might carry while trying not to be conspicuous. There was something sticking out of the man's pocket. A pen perhaps? It was hard to tell, but it was enough for her fingers to pluck it while the stranger's attention was on Aya.

The stranger continued to step back further.

So, they really didn't value their life. Fine with him. He'd be risking Kirika's life, but unlike the stranger, she'd be back. So for the moment, Aya tensed his legs enough so that he could lunge forward at any moment available, making sure his left leg was a bit behind the right.

He also watched Kirika, not giving away her movements. Whoever reacted first, well, would be first.

That or these men relied on hostages, especially young girls. The stranger tensed when he saw Aya positioning himself. He pressed the blade down on Kirika's neck further as a reminder.

"D-don't you dare! I'll kill her!" The stranger barked. His grip on Kirika's wrist tensed enough for her to make a discomfort noise.

Kirika was still calm. She stared in Aya's eyes, saw he was confident. She closed her eyes as if she nodded to him, and returned her hand by her side. Taken a deep breath, her eyes opened again. Then she listened and waited.

Before the stranger could let the sentence have a moment to pass, Aya lunged his sword forward, sliding his right leg and arms forward quick enough so that the stranger couldn't react fast enough, and embedding it into the hand holding the knife to Kirika's throat. He hoped he didn't go through too much, else that would have injured Kirika, too. It should be enough to stop the motion and get the knife to drop, if possible.

Kirika didn't move once she saw Aya's blade lunged towards her, she was surprisingly calm. Once the blade was embedded, the stranger yelled and cursed, releasing Kirika from his grasp. The knife he held dropped to the ground. Kirika quickly somersault to the right, scooped her handgun from the ground, and pointed towards the stranger with her left hand this time. She wanted to help at least secure the other possible target.

The stranger was still cursing, retracted his hand away from the blade and held it close. He didn't realize it was checkmate until he heard the click of a trigger. Kirika was in good distance.

Standing over the target, Aya already knew that even if they did manage to capture him, he would just be extra weight with that wound to their neck. He felt no real pity, since they chose their own fate once they took Kirika as a hostage. so he just cut the main artery in his neck and let him bleed out quickly.

He was sending the message that it didn't mean the other person would be so lucky. He knows he was watching.

Aya went over to the man bound by the wrists and turned him over with his foot. Immediately the pointy end of his sword was aimed at his neck, watching the man quiver at the possibility of ending up like his partners.

"Are there any more of you?" The fear in the man kept him from answering, so Aya emphasized his literal and figurative point. "You'll end up like any of the others, or worse, if you lie."

They were given an emphatic shake of the head.

"Hn." Aya walked over to pick up the sheath, flicking his sword once to get off residual blood, before putting it back. He looked to Kirika as he did so. "Are you alright?"

Edited 2017-09-02 21:13 (UTC)

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