What If It Were Real?(Part 11)

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“And I believe that takes the cake.” Killer said throwing down his cards onto the barrel.

“Aw man, again.” I wined.

“You’re still beginning.” Heat encouraged, “Besides, I’m sure Killer cheats.”

“I do not!” Killer yelled at the blue haired man.

“Do too!” Wire double teamed, “Do you think we’re stupid or something!?”

“You’re all just sore losers.” Killer said and crossed his arms, “How about we try again and I’ll prove it.”

“You’re on.” I told him gathering the cards and shuffling the deck.

“Guys! Guys! Guys! Guess what!” Mykhayla all but screamed as she came running up to us and started shaking wire as best as she could to emphasise her point.

“What, Mykhayla?” I asked as I continued to shuffle.

“The bounties rose! The bounties rose!” She exclaimed waving the paper in our faces.

Killer snatched it and took a look.

“Huh, what do you know?” Killer said looking it over.

“What?” I asked him.

He said nothing but handed it to me. On the front page were pictures of my, Kidd and Killer’s wanted posters. Kidd’s has raised from 315,000,000 to 350,000,000. Killer’s went from 162,000,000 to 175,000,000. And my bounty went from 17,000,000 to 25,000,000.

“Wow.” Was all I could say as I looked over the article. It was all because we took down that small convoy of marine ships the other day. It paid off, in more ways than one.

I opened up the paper to see if the story continued only to be met with the all too familiar face of Mykhayla. The paper said that she was a valuable hostage to the Kidd pirates.

I scoffed at the article saying such stupid things.

“Huh, that’s funny.” I heard the said blonde say from over my shoulder, “Since when was I a hostage? And since when am I valuable?”

I sighed and continued to read the current news, so far nothing interesting.

“Huh?” I was taken aback.

“What’s going on now?” Mykhayla asked over my shoulder again.

“Trafalgar Law, has just become a Warlord.” I said in amazement.

“I take it that’s important.” She said standing up.

“Very.” I told her and continued to read.

“Mykhayla do you even know what a Warlord is?” Killer asked.

“Obviously not.” She said dully, “I fell from the sky a couple of months ago.”

I heard Killer sigh and begin to explain to her what it is as I continued to read.

He brought 200 pirate hearts to the world government base in order to become one.

He must have been busy since the last time we saw him. I thought. 200 hearts is no easy task.

“Oh! So that’s what they are!” I heard Mykhayla say as Killer finished.

“What are what?” Kidd asked approaching the group.

I said nothing but held out the paper to him. He took it and looked at the page for a moment before crumpling up the entire paper and tossing it to the side.

“That damn Trafalgar!” He snarled, “Not only has he pissed me off, but now he’s gone and made himself a government dog!”

“Hey you missed the good part on the front page!” Mykhayla whined at the much larger man.

“Shut up!” He snarled at the blonde.

“Fine, I won’t tell you the good news.” She chuckled.

“When I get my hands on him.” Kidd growled.

“Captain!” I called to him, he paused and looked at me, “Don’t get upset over him. We are planning on going after the government once we’ve gotten the one piece. I’m sure we’ll take down Trafalgar Law when that happens. Until then don’t lose any screws over him.”

Kidd did nothing but sighed before walking away.

“I guess he didn’t want the good news.” Mykhayla called.

“You’re hung up on that today, aren’t you?” I asked.

“Of course.” She said smiling at me, “I’m on a pirate ship surrounded by guys who are all grumpy and malicious all the time. Good news is great! I’m not saying that it’s you guys, I just want to point that out. I mean, well, we all know who I mean.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Then why don’t you go share some with him.” I suggested.

“He didn’t want it.” She scoffed.

I shrugged, “Fine. Go back to whatever you were doing.”


“Alright, Mykhayla.” I started, meeting her at the back of the ship with Heat and Wire, “Let’s see if we can get three for three here. What’s next?”

“Plan H.” She said proudly, “Hand holding!”

“Hell no!” I snarled, “Not yet. If I try something like that now I’ll either scare her off or make her think I’m a freak! What else?”

“Plan I. Ice cream.” She said, “It’s cute.”

I thought about it for a second.

“Did you or Torri get any ice cream while we were at the last island?” I asked.

“No…” She said quietly.

“Next plan.” I suggested.

“Plan J. Jewelry.”

“Done.” I told her.

“What, when?” She asked.

“During plan G.” I told her crossing my arms.

“Oh!” She said nodding, “Plan K. Here we have two options.” She paused and cleared her throat, “You can use knowledge to impress her, or, hear me out about this one. Just hear me out. You could kiss her…”

“Hell to the fucking no.” I snarled, “Besides that she’s plenty smart. I think she might think of me as a know it all.”

“Okay, okay.” Mykhayla said thinking, “Plan M. Music.”

I thought about it for a second. I could totally do that.

“What’s her favorite music genre?” I asked.

“More than anything else, metal.” She said.

“You guys think you can help me out with the instrumentals?” I asked directing my attention to Heat and Wire.

They both nodded. I knew I could do this now. First thing’s first, what am I going to write?

 

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Teddy Bear(A Hisagi Shuuhei Love Story Part 6)

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There was a distinctive spring in my step as I made my way to the 6th division with paperwork. Shuuhei and I had just gotten together after all, and he was so sweet too.

I knocked on the door before hearing Renji’s voice calling for me to come in.

“Hi, Renji.” I said with a smile as I enter the room.

“Oh. Hi, Shiai!” The red head said looking over a giant stack of papers at me.

“Where’s Byakuya-taicho?” I asked noting the empty desk.

“Captain’s meeting.” Renji said with a sigh, “You can leave those papers on his desk.”

“That time already?” I asked myself, “Thanks.” I directed that at Renji before doing as he suggested.

“So…” Renji started with an evident smirk on his face.

“What?” I asked shooting him a smirk aswell, with my hand on my hips.

“I’ve noticed you and Lieutenant Hisagi have been spending a lot of time together recently.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me, “There a particular reason for that?”

I rolled my eyes. I should have known that’s what he was going to ask.

“I’ll answer if you answer.” I countered, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning against the captain’s desk behind me.

“Shoot.” He told me.

“Why do you think we’ve been spending a lot of time together?”

His smirk just grew, “I think, Hisagi finally grew a pair and told you.”

“Nope.” I told him popping the ‘p’ sound in it. Renji’s face fell, “He kissed me instead.”

The red head instantly broke into laughter, “When the hell did that happen?” He managed out.

“After we defeated a couple of hollows during that invasion about a week ago when he came looking for me.” I answered.

“And you and Hisagi?” He asked amazed.

I raised my right arm and showed him the charm bracelet that adorned my wrist.

“That make you his?” He teased.

“At least I have a partner.” I smirked before pushing off the desk and taking my leave, “Have a good day, Renji.”


I was doing pull ups in the weight room when Ikkaku and Yumichika came up to me.

“What?” I groaned out pulling myself up again.

“So, you and Hisagi?” Yumichika started, “I like how you get a boyfriend right after Rangi-san and I stop trying to help you.”

I sighed and dropped myself from the pole to be eye level with them.

“Yeah, Shuuhei and me.” I told them, huffing slightly, “And of course right after you two are done meddling with my love life. You practically went around posting flyers that you were trying to find me a boyfriend making some people think I wasn’t available. And once you stopped that, it became apparent I wasn’t taken, allowing those who were actually interested in me to express it.”

“Alright, but how’s he treating you?” Ikkaku asked.

I turned and glared up at him, “How’s that any of your business?”

“Captain asked us to find out.” Ikkaku said, still smirking down at me.

“He thought you wouldn’t tell him if he asked.” Yumichika added.

I looked between the two of them for a moment before stepping forward, out from between them, and walking out of the weight room and down the hall to his room where I knew he would be taking a nap about now. Ikkaku and Yumichika at my heels wondering where the hell I was going.

I pushed open the door of his room and saw him laying there snoring, with Yachiru laying on the floor colouring.

“Oto-san!” I called waking him up.

“Huh?” He asked groggily looking up at the three of us.

“Hi, Shi-chan!” Yachiru sang from the floor.

“You know Shuuhei and I are together, right?” I already knew the answer to that question, but I was more focused on catching these guys red handed than anything else.

“Of course, why wouldn’t I?” He all but growled, “He’s a good kid.”

“Do you feel that if you have any questions about our relationship you couldn’t just out right ask me?”

“Course not.” He said almost dumbfounded, “You’d tell me anything as long as I asked.”

“Would you get one of the other officers to ask me for you?”

“Hell no!” He growled, “That should be kept between us!”

“So why did you guys want to know how Shuuhei treats me if it wasn’t captain’s orders and it’s non of your business?” I asked, directing my question, not at my father, but at the men on either side of me.

“Huh?” Oto-san growled at Yumichika and Ikkaku.

“We just wanted to make sure he was treating you right.” Ikkaku was the first to defend their antics.

“Hisagi was not our first choice for you.” Yumichika added.

At that point I had enough and pushed past the raven haired man to leave.

“You don’t have a choice, or a say, or a decision, or anything in my relationship unless I come to you and ask for advice.” I snarled as I made my way down the hall, “And that will be a cold day in hell when that happens.”

“Ouch.” I heard Yumichika say to my words as I rounded the corner.

They had crossed the line.


I watched the clouds go by in the crystal blue sky as a soft, warm breeze passed over me. I was laying on my back in an open field of grass. I was still a little pissed off from earlier. Not only was it Renji, Ikkaku and Yumichika, but Rangiku, Izuru, Rukia, Mashiro, Iba, even Shunsui! They were all pestering me about my new found love too.

I sighed thinking about it again, I wanted nothing more than to beat one of their faces in. That was until, a shadow fell upon my form and I sensed a familiar reiatsu. I opened my blood red eyes and saw those soft slate orbs staring down at me with nothing but warmth.

“I’m not late am I?” Shuuhei asked as he sat down next to me.

I shook my head, “I got here early.”

“Don’t tell me, everyone was bugging you about being with me?” He asked flashing me a million dollar smile.

I couldn’t help but smile back too, “Even Shunsui-tiacho was curious.”

“Really?” He asked amazed.

I nodded, “It’s stupid.” I said staring back up at the sky, “Everyone who has no business butting into our relationship is, and the one, maybe two, who do have the right to butt in, aren’t.”

“Your dad really hasn’t asked about us yet?” Shuuhei asked laying down next to me.

I nodded, “I think he trusts us. Or at the very least, trusts that I’ll kill you if you try something I don’t like.”

He just chuckled at that, “Like I would ever.”

And without another word Shuuhei turned over onto his side and tangled his arms around my torso bringing me so close to him that my side was touching his torso and my hip was pressed against his thigh, but I was still on my back. I brought my hands up to hold onto his arm as he nuzzled his face into the nape of my neck.

“I like being close to you.” I said softly, not caring how stupid it sounded, “You calm me down a lot.”

“I like being close to you too.” He said. I could feel the grin appear on his face, but he hid it from the view of the world by burying it in my neck, “You take away my stress.”

I felt my face heat up, but I kept my gaze up at the sky.

He was always so sweet.

“Was it one of those kind of days?” I asked after a moment and turned onto my side to look at him. Now we were chest to chest.

He sighed, indicating his exhaustion.

I reached up a little bit and kissed his forehead, encouraging him to continue.

“Mashiro spent the entire day goofing around and not doing her work. Muguruma-taicho spent almost the entire day chasing her down to try to get her to do it. At the end of all his work it ended with her spilling coffee all over the lay out for this week’s magazine, so I’m going to have to pull an all nighter in order to get it done for Friday.” Shuuhei sighed again after taking a deep breath, “And then to top it off the entire day I was getting pestered about being with you.”

“Long ass day.” I summarized hearing him finish.

“Yeah.” He mumbled before kissing my forehead and bringing my head down to be in his neck.

I heard him take some slow, deep breaths and relax almost completely in my embrace. Hearing his heart beat fast, but steadily. I knew my heart beat mirrored his own. It was the kind of thing we did to each other.

“Byakurai.” I said pointing my left pointer finger towards the bushes where I sensed something.

“Kya!” Rangiku shrieked and jumped out of the way of my blast and into the open.

Shuuhei and I were both sitting up at this point.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I all but snarled at her.

She laughed nervously scratching the back of her head, “Nothing.”

“Then explain the camera.” I ordered.

“Fourth seat Zaraki, you have no right to give me an order like that.” She frowned, and put a hand on her hip.

“I’m not asking you as an officer, Rangiku.” I held back a hiss, “I’m asking you as one person to another.”

I saw sweat starting to form on her brow as I bore my gaze into her.

“Is that the camera from the magazine!?” Shuuhei accused and jumped up, pointing a finger at her.

“Oh, well, you see.” She started unsure of where she was going.

I sighed before rising from the grass and placing my left hand on Soyokaze.

“Rangiku,” I began, “It has been a very long day for me. A very long and very stressful day at that. So, if you value your life I suggest you answer these questions and then return the camera you took from the magazine office.”

She swallowed, knowing her options of escape were getting slimmer. I was known to be just as cruel and blood thirsty as my father, but with much more sword skill.

“It is the camera from the magazine office.” She sighed in defeat, “And I was trying to get a picture of the two of you together as a special for the woman’s association.”

“Why were you trying to get that picture?” I asked, having a fairly good idea why.

“We’ve spent our budget for this month already, and we need more funds. We thought being like paparazzi from the world of the living would work. And what better thing to photograph than Soul Society’s new power couple!” She said with a smile.

I sighed, “Rangiku, paparazzi are despised because they invade in people’s private lives. Which is what you are doing.”

“B-But!”

“No.” I snarled, I couldn’t hold much more in anymore, “Now return Shuuhei’s camera.”

Rangiku looked like she wanted to argue, but stopped seeing the glare in my eyes and the grip on my hilt.

“Fine.” She sighed handing the camera back to its rightful owner and walking away sadly.

“That damn girl.” Shuuhei growled to himself as he inspected the camera, “At least she didn’t break it this time.”

He looked over at me and grabbed my left hand from its almost death grip on the hilt. My anger disappeared with his touch. I found my glare turn into a longing look as I stared up at him.

Shuuhei reached forward and gently tucked a stray piece of hair that was in front of my eye behind my ear, before coming closer and placing a ginger kiss on my lips before he straightened up and kissed my forehead too.

I was smiling at this point completely forgetting about what had just transpired.

“You hungry?” He asked grinning down at me.

I nodded and tangled the fingers of my left hand in with his on his right hand.

“A new noodle shop just opened up on the edge of Soul Society.” I grinned, “Wanna check it out?”

“Sounds perfect.” Shuuhei grinned.

 

What If It Were Real?(Part 10)

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A very loud and horribly played trumpet noise filled the air surrounding the Kidd’s pirate ship, causing all members to run out onto the deck and see what was going on.

“Alright men!” Mykhayla exclaimed as she put down the trumpet that was previously at her lips and addressed the crew, “It is officially after Christmas! We have had our rest day! Now, in order for us to move on with our journey on the grand line we all must come together and get to cleaning up the left over mess! That way we can be ready to sail by tomorrow!”

“Any why should we listen to you?!” A lower ranking crew member sneered back at the blonde.

“If you ever want to eat again while on this ship you lend a hand in cleaning up.” I growled at the man.

He growled to himself but said nothing.

“Alright!” Mykhayla said gaining our attention, “Everyone to their cleaning stations!”

All the men grumbled but complied, wanting their lunch and dinner today, the shuffled off and began tearing down all the banners, garlands, wreaths and other various and miscellaneous decorations Mykhayla had made and put up.

On my way back inside to start scrubbing out the oven and giving the fridge a thoro cleaning I passed by some men who wondered aloud:

“Where did that blonde learn to play trumpet?” One asked.

“Were did she even get it?” Another asked.

“Were does she get half the things she finds?” The third asked.

“Well, gentlemen.” Mykhayla said popping out of no where, scaring them, “First off, I don’t actually know how to play the trumpet. Secondly, wouldn’t you like to know!” Before she skipped away laughing maniacally to herself.

I shook my head and walked away. So it was going to be one of those days.


I stretched out in the air of the early morning. Everyone was up now getting ready to shove off. All our preparations were done, and the last thing we had to do was fire up the ship and head off to where ever the hell the log post was pointing.

I heard the familiar whir of the engine as it was fired up and the unfamiliar puttering of the engine dying out. This repeated a couple more times before Kidd lost his temper and started yelling for the Shipwright, Killer and myself to get our asses down to the engine room.

I sighed but turned and walked back inside and down the stairs towards the back of the ship.

“What’s going on?” I moaned staring at the three men before me, “And why the hell am I here?”

“The engine won’t start!” Kidd said getting red in the face.

“No shit Sherlock.” I told him and crossed my arms, “Why am I here?”

“To use your witch powers to see what’s wrong because this guy’s worthless!” Kidd screamed getting louder.

“Would you stop yelling at me!” I screamed back, “I told you I can’t control when I get visions or be able to say where something is because of it! Now stop using that as an excuse to scream out all of your frustrations at me because of something I can’t control!”

“Are you yelling at your captain, witch!” Kidd snarled back at me.

“No, I’m yelling at a moron who can’t tell his ass from a hole in the ground!” I roared, “I don’t know shit about engines so me being down here is pointless!”

“Torri can you please pass me that wrench that’s on the work bench beside you?” I heard Mykhayla ask.

I handed it to her without turning around as Kidd let me have it.

“I can’t tell my ass form a hole in the ground! You stupid, ungrateful little-

“What Kidd?” Seethed back, “Witch, bitch, wench, idiot? Get some new material about what you want to call me or any insults that you want to throw my way. Because I’ll be honest with you, it’s getting really old! Now why don’t you stop your bullshitting and actually do some captaining! Blaming others for your shortcomings is no way to run a ship!”

“Okay, go give her a try.” I heard Mykhayla say proudly behind me.

I turned to look at her. She stood up and wiped some grease off her cheek, smiling wide as she did so.

“What?” She asked realizing we were all staring at her dumbfounded.

“You repaired the engine?” Kidd asked amazed.

She shrugged, “I don’t know just yet. Why don’t you go back up to the helm and try it out. Then I can tell you.”

Kidd did nothing for a moment but blink, then he turned and left, as the four of us followed him back out onto the deck.

Kidd stood in front of the helm and pressed the button that made the engine come on. It went on like a dream.

“There ya’ go it works now!” Mykhayla said happily.

“How did you do that?” Killer asked her amazed.

“Well, you see.” Mykhayla started before going into great detail about the cold and with the engine staying stationary for so long it affected some of the parts and all she had to do was loosen some bolts change a couple of gears and use some water and cleaning solution to make it work like new. But to me, and judging by the looks on Kidd and shipwright’s faces along with Killer’s posture they felt the same, it was an alien language.

“Okay.” I said after a few minutes of silence and us staring at one another, “Where are we headed next captain?”

“No idea.” Kidd said as he took his seat at his ‘throne’, “Let’s just get there.”

“Shove off men!” Killer called to the rest of the crew. And within minutes we were back on the open ocean heading to our next destination.


I cracked open a walnut and popped the tasty center into my mouth.

“I like walnuts.” I said reaching for another.

“Personally, I enjoy pistachios better.” Mykhayla told me, “You can never only eat one of them.”

“I find that the same with peanuts.” I told her.

“I agree. Hazelnuts are also addicting when covered in chocolate.” She said.

I nodded in agreement, “Almonds are best when covered in candy.”

“And coconuts go with anything sweet.” She said popping another pistachio in her mouth.

“I think coconuts are like pine nuts too though, because you can put them in savory dishes and they come out really well.” I added.

“Have you heard of a candle nut?” She asked me as I opened a peanut.

I nodded, “It’s used a lot in South-East Asian cooking. Why?”

“I was reading about nuts the other day and got curious.” She said innocently, “Did you know that cola get’s its flavor from a Kola nut?”

“I didn’t but, good to know.” I said opening another walnut, “Did you know an apricot pit can be used as a culinary substitute for almonds?”

“No I didn’t. Makes me wonder through.” She said before grabbing an almond and chewing on it, “What’s the difference between a chestnut and a water chestnut.”

“Water chestnuts aren’t actually nuts, but an aquatic vegetable used in Chinese cooking.” I answered picking up an almond.

“How am I supposed to open this?” Mykhayla asked holding an acorn in the palm of her hand.

“You take the top off, and you cook the body.” I told her grabbing another peanut.

“Too much work!” She said throwing it back into the bowl, “I’m just gonna enjoy this cashew.”

I rolled my eyes and popped the peanut into my mouth.

“You know, another thing I read about was that soy bean are considered nuts.”

“Really?” I almost exclaimed, “But they’re beans. It even says it in its name!” I sighed and dug around in the bowl again, “Oh hey, it’s a pecan.”

“A pecan?”

I nodded and broke it open before giving her half to try.

“They make a good pie.” I told her eating my half.

“You know what I want right now?” Mykhayla asked me tossing the pecan in her mouth, “A macadamia nut cookie.”

I smiled, “I got some white chocolate on the island.” I told her, “How about a white chocolate macadamia nut cookie?”

“I’m all in!” She cheered.

“We have a convoy approaching!” The look out called.

I shot up from the shadow of Kidd’s ‘throne’ and cheered, we finally had something to do!

“To your battle stations men!” Kidd yelled out through gritted teeth. I was surprised he didn’t tell us to fuck off with us being right behind him the entire time.

“Hazza!” Mykhayla shouted holding a mop she got, from seemingly nowhere, above her head.

“You are to go below deck!” Kidd snarled at her.

“Aw, nuts!” Mykhayla whined before following his orders.

Saints and Solitude(Part 2)

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I stood in the kitchen in front of the stove, flipping pancakes and making sure bacon didn’t stick to the pan. I got up at the crack of dawn, all three of the boys were sawing logs in the other rooms still sound asleep.

I placed more of the pancakes on a plate already piled high with them. I then checked the bacon, making sure it was crisp and not burnt before transferring it to a plate lined with paper towel. I set the two plates down on table which already had three plates layed out with silverware next to them and turned back to the oven to pull out the hash browns.

I pulled on a ovenmit and pulled out the tray before setting it onto the stove and reaching for another plate.

“Good morning.” I said sensing something behind me. I turned to see all three of the boys standing in the doorway staring at me, “Come eat.” I encouraged, “It’ll get cold.”

“I’m not trusting it.” Romeo snarled at me, “You might have poisoned it.”

Connor and Murphy sent a sideways look at each other before sitting down opposite to one another and pulling a pancake onto their plates before taking a hesitant bite each.

“Don’t fucking care if da tings are poisoned.” Connor said in amazement.

“They’re fuckin’ amazin’.” Murphy finished, “Where’d ya learn ta cook like dis?” He asked.

I shrugged as I placed the plate of hash browns on the table as the brothers dug into everything.

“You learn something when you’re on your own.” I said before turning to the fridge, “You guys want syrup?”

“Yes, please.” They both said together, mouths full.

I pulled out a bottle of syrup and placed it on the table before reaching for a glass to pour the milk I had in the other hand.

“It’s impolite to stare.” I snarled back at Romeo as he looked over the table.

“Shut up.” He growled at me.

“Make me.” I teased as I took a sip of milk.

His face twisted into fury as he reached to his belt, but I grabbed mine first and had it cocked and ready blow his face off.

“I wouldn’t.” I warned, Romeo took his hand away from his belt and put his hands up.

I snarled, “I was told you were needed alive. So your options are what I made, or you can take your luck with whatever you want to make.”

Romeo said nothing ad he sat down too and started loading his plate full of food before digging in.

“This is delicious.” He said after one bite.

I clicked my tongue to the top of my mouth in a ‘no duh’ gesture. I turned back to the stove and grabbed another ovenmit to grab a pan full of cooked brownies in it and set it on the stove before turning the oven off.

I then jumped up onto the counter and sipped on my milk.

“So, are ya gonna tell us yer name, lass?” Connor asked.

“Why do you want to know it?” I asked reaching for a piece of toast and taking a bite of the buttery, crunchy bread.

“Not about ta call ya Fallen Angel, now are we?” Murphy said shoveling hash browns into his mouth.

I said nothing but took another bite of toast.

“At least tell us why you ended up in jail.” Connor said turning to look at me.

I shrugged, “Same kinda reason you guys did I guess.” I said not sure how to continue, “I snapped, ended up going on a killing spree of the lowlives of Manhattan and got caught.”

“Why are you out now?” Romeo asked.

I shrugged again, “So far, it was to get you jerk offs out of the can.”

“You don’t know why else?” Murphy asked.

I once again shrugged, “I’ll know the second we get the call, wont I?”

We all sat in silence and finished eating. When all of us were done I got up off the counter and set my plate and cup in the sink before turning to the table and beginning to clear it, but was stopped by two sets of hands.

“Not ta get an yer bad side, lass,” Murphy said gaining my attention, “But Connor n’I were raised wit manners, ‘nd if our ma saw how nice a meal ya prepared fer us ‘nd we didn’t help wit da dishes sh’d be on our arses.”

“Let us take care o’ da dishes.” Connor said to me, flashing a smile.

I slowly retracted my hands and went back to my place on the counter watching them with accusing eyes. No one had ever done something like this before.

The brothers cleared the table and Murphy washed the dishes as Connor dried them and placed them into the dish drain on the right of the sink.

“Where did ya learn ta cook like dis, lass?” Connor asked about half way through the dishes.

I shrugged again, “I kinda taught myself.” I admitted.

“Yer parents must’a been ‘appy ta have ya cookin’ fer ’em then.” Murphy said as he dried his hands and turned around to look at me.

I shrugged again, “Why did you guys end up in the hole?” I asked.

“Da tree o’ us got in a gun fight alongside our, Da.” Connor started but then paused, being pained by something.

“We got surrounded by a swat team.” Murphy added, “Got thrown in almost immediately.”

I nodded, “Think there’s a reason why they didn’t want me to break your Dad out too?”

They both looked uneasy at my words, I glanced over st Romeo. He too looked unnerved.

“Did you lose him in that fight?” I asked staring at the tiled floor of the kitchen.

“Yeah.” Murphy and Connor said at the same time.

“You guys close?”

“Yeah.” They both said with a nod again.

“Sorry.” I said getting up from the counter.

“Fer us losin’ ‘im or us bein’ close to ‘im?” Connor barked.

“Both.” I told him and turned and walked into my room. I closed my door and leaned against it.

I did feel kind of bad for bringing it up. I knew there were people who were close to their parents, and had siblings. I honestly did feel bad for the two if them, and Romeo too. They would have to go through the pain of losing those they had closest to them.


I stood in the kitchen chopping up vegetables and then dumped them into the pot of chicken stock I had on the stove.

Murphy, Connor and Romeo sitting at the table playing poker.

I heard the phone on the wall ring behind me.

Murphy jumped up and answered the phone.

“Blue button in the corner will put it on speaker.” I told him, Murphy did just that.

“Hello?” Murphy then asked.

“Hello boys.” Smecker said from the other end.

“Smecker?” Connor and Murphy all but yelled in response.

“The one and only.” He said with an audible smirk, “I know there are a lot of questions you’re gonna want to ask, and a lot more I’m going to have to answer. But for right now I need to get you guys here, where it’s safe before any of that can occur. I just hope that your transportation was comfortable.”

“Comfortable!” Connor yells, “Oh yeah! Gettin’ yelled at by woman who wont even tell us ‘er name ‘nd treats us all like we’re children ‘fore givin’ us orders that don’t make sense and have me feelin’ like I’m in a bad movie ‘nd she’s gonna drive us to our deaths! Perfect!”

“Oh no.” Smecker sighed.

“What?”Murphy asked.

“She hasn’t even told you her name, you must have really pissed her off.” Smecker explained.

“We haven’t done anything but been nice to this bitch.” Romeo snapped, “Now who the hell are you?”

“You must be Romeo.” Smecker said with a chuckle, “I am Paul Smecker, I commissioned that ‘bitch’ to break you three out of jail. And I would be careful with that word if I were you.”

“What word?” Romeo snapped.

“All of them.” Smecker told him, “The Fallen Angel of Manhattan is the most skilled and intelligent investigator this world has probably ever seen. She’s lethal, fast and dangerous. If you piss her off enough she could kill you, and then another hundred times before you even hit the ground.”

I chuckled, “Smecker,” I said looking over my shoulder at the boys hunched around the phone, “You give me far too much credit.” I turned back to the beef I was cutting, “I could only maybe kill them about ten times before they hit the ground.”

I heard the thick gulping of saliva from the three of them. I tasted the faint salty and muggy flavour that I was accustom to: fear.

“Just for the love of God, tell me she isn’t cooking right now.” Smecker begged on the other side of the line.

The boys all turned to look at me, the faint taste in the air becoming much stronger as the seconds ticked by.

“Oh God.” Smecker said as he heard nothing but silence, “Just do me a favor and don’t do anything else stupid to piss her off.”

“Why did ya want us out, anyway?” Connor asked staring back at the phone.

“That is not something to talk about over the phone.” Smecker said, “We’ll talk when you guys get here.”

“When will transport be here?” I asked as I opened up a package of egg noodle pasta.

“Tomorrow morning.” He told me, “9 am at the latest. If they aren’t there by that time, call me. Something went wrong.”

“Got it.” I said dumping the pasta in.

“Please don’t kill them.” Smecker begged me, “Otherwise all this work is for nothing.”

“I’ve been good so far.” I told him.

“Should we really be dis scared o’ a little girl?” Murphy asked Smecker.

“She’s not any little girl.” Smecker told them, “But that is also not something to discuss on this line.”

“Alright.” Murphy said preparing to hang up, “I guess we’ll see ya’ later then.”

“Yes you will.” Smecker said, “Before we hang up.”

Murphy paused to hear out what he had to say.

“A word to the wise, don’t steal her sweets.”

And with that final word, Smecker hung up leaving the kitchen in silence.


We all sat at the kitchen table, the boys eating omelets and I was finishing off the last of the brownies I had made yesterday. We were all up at dawn, about 5:30, and were packed and ready to go at a moment’s notice.

Right now, it was almost 7 in the morning.The four of us all had one of our guns on the table ready to aim incase something went wrong.

Everything was silent until I heard the sound of an engine getting louder and louder until it stopped right out front of the house and the engine was cut.

No one moved, no one said anything as we heard two car doors open and close and the distinct sound of gravel crunching beneath their feet as they made their way up to the house and through the door.

One of them took out a key and unlocked the door, both of them stepping forward and into the small house, making their was down the small hallway into the kitchen. The kitchen door swung open and the four of us had our guns pointed at the terrified looking men in the doorway.

One was taller than the other with white hair, he was wearing black slacks and a black dress shirt with a black pea coat and black shoes. The one in front of him was dressed in a dark grey pin stripped suit with a red dress shirt and black tie and brown shoes.

They both had their hands up by their heads asking silently not to shoot.

The shorter man licked his lips before saying, “Sweet tea treat.”

I uncocked my gun and put it back in my holster in my jacket. The boys understanding the code followed suit.

I stood up.

“I am Ian, this is Morice.” The man in the suit told me, “Morice will be taking care of your transport car, I will be transporting the four of you to the airport where a plane, off the books, will take off and take you the coast where you will then take a boat to your final destination. There you will meet the man in charge and you’ll get your mission.”

I nodded,”Alright, let’s go boys.”


Despite the cool breeze of the water flying up as the boat sped through the water, the heat was getting to me. I pulled my leather jacket off and pushed up the sleeves of my long sleeved shirt to get some breeze.

I turned feeling three sets of eyes boring into me. I saw all of them staring at me. I then looked down to see the hunched over form of a half human creature with a goat/deer head on its contorted form, dripping with blood that I had inked onto the inside of my left forearm. I pulled my sleeve down not wanting them to stare anymore as I glared at them.

It was silent the rest of the way, save for the buzz of the engine and spray of the water and the occasional call of a gull.

Thirty minutes later we were docked on a tropical, sandy island somewhere off the coast of Grenada. I jumped off the boat, jacket folded over my arm, hand holding one of guns just in case.

I looked around and saw an all too familiar face making its way over to us.

“Smecker.” I said glaring at him.

“Good to see you too.” He said sarcastically to me before turning his attention to the boys, “I know you’re going to have a lot of questions, so let’s get you guys inside, fed, changed and rested before we tackle that. We have a lot to go over. And for the love of God please tell me you didn’t steal anything sweet from her on the way over.”

“She down’d ’em ‘for we could even get a good look.” Connor smirked at me.

I directed my glare to him.

“Aye.” Murphy encouraged, “She’s got a sweet tooth, dis one.”

“Let’s get inside before she kills you.” Smecker said turning on his heel and leading us away from the dock into a very large hut.

Saints and Solitude(Part 1)

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“You want me to do what?” I snarled at the man sitting in front of me. He should be thankful that there was not only bullet proof glass, but two layers of heavy metal mesh separating us.

“You heard what I said.” The older blond man said staring at me, “And I know you can do it.”

“Give me one reason why I should.” I snarled and tried my best to readjust myself in my hard metal chair against the tight straight jacket and many hard metal cuffs that crisscrossed on my body, keeping me restrained.

He leaned forward in his chair looking me dead in the eyes.

“Because they’ve been doing the same thing you have before you got in here.” He told me, “And I think the four of you, together, could rid the world of all the scum, evil and organized crime this world has to offer.”

If it wasn’t for the mask that was currently covering the lover half of my face I would have spit at him. But then again, I guess there was a reason they kept me in these things. So I settled on boring my death glare into the man in the other side of the glass.

He leaned back into his chair and reached for his wallet he opened it and took out a card and placed it on the table.

“I’m going to leave this with the guards. And tell them that if you want to talk to me, you can.” He told me, “If you agree, I will get you out of here.”

I still did nothing but stared at him as he got up and walked out of the room. Six officers came into the room and unchained me from the chair and chained me to a transporting stand, all the while at least two of them had guns pointed at my head the entire time.

I did nothing but co-operate with them as they hauled me back to my cell. After a good five minutes of unchaining and releasing me, I was at the far corner of my cell facing the corner as the officers left and locked the door.

The second I heard the click of the cell door I sat on my bed. The past six years of my life had been spent behind these bars. And out of no where this former F.B.I. fucker decides I’m just going to drop to my knees and bow to him in order to get out of this hell hole.

I had known Smecker before getting here. I had been and independent private investigator specializing in organized crime. He, along with a lot of other F.B.I. fuckers, came to me a handful of times to try to recruit me. I always said no.

Five years ago, I snapped. Went on an organized killing spree, almost finished my list before I was caught. Spent the last six years in here. And at twenty-eight, I wanted my freedom, but I wanted it of my own accord.

I was a P.I. at sixteen. I was street smart, had no one looking out for me but me, and detectives always described me as being able to talk to the walls of a room. I didn’t have any formal education, but I was good enough to not need it. Prior to being a P.I., I was a nobody, and I had nothing, and I was angry. And I guess I just snapped.

I fell back against the mattress and sighed to myself.

Helping break out the Saints and their Mexican sidekick to go on a supported killing spree of all the low life scum of the earth. In all honesty it was tempting, and I had heard about the Saints and their return. But I wasn’t going to do it on someone else’s accord.


There was a bang on my cell door, followed by a gruff voice yelling.

“Food.”

I stood up from doing push ups and made my way to the door taking the tray that was offered through the slot.

As I was eating the mashed potatoes I noticed something off, something sticking out wrapped in plastic.

I grabbed the exposed corner carefully and pulled it out. Tucked into a sealed plastic baggie was a note, I opened the baggie and pulled out the paper. It was a typed out note directed at me.

“You can choose your targets, but we need the brothers first. ~S”

I sighed and flushed the baggie and the Note before finishing my meal and sending it through the slot at the bottom of the door.

I then layed on my bed and contemplated everything.


I stared at the line of lawyers who were trying to get me out of this hell hole, and the line of lawyers who were trying to get me to stay here. The fact I was doing this was amazing to myself more than anything. But, a girl’s gotta live.

Almost two hours later I was back in my cell getting ready to leave. I was allowed civilian cloths, but what I was brought in with was blood covered six years ago and consequently thrown out. But I was granted a white cotton t-shirt and blue jeans along with black high tops.

I was still chained up, without the straight jacket this time, as I was wheeled out. And unchained just before the front lobby, but there was someone who was waiting for me out there.

I was escorted out to the lobby and was greeted by Smecker. He held not only a black duffel bag, but an all too familiar black leather jacket.

“Good to have you back.” He teased as he handed me my jacket. I pulled it on and followed him out to the car that was waiting outside for us.

He held open the back seat door for me and followed me in. Once inside he closed the door and the car began to move. The duffel bag was put in my lap. My jeans, long sleeve shirt, combat boots, guns with silencers and knife were all in there. I put it at my feet once I knew everything was there.

Then a very thick file was placed in my hands.

“I know you like knowing everything you can.” Smecker recollected as he pulled out a cigaret, offered me one, which I declined, and lit it, “There’s as much detail as we could get on the brothers in there.” He told me as I opened it up and began speed reading, “A little on their new sidekick, Romeo. And everything we could get on Hoag, the prison they’re being held in. I’ve taken the liberty of including a blueprint of the prison for you too.”

“Why not just pay the bail, or get the lawyers to get the three of them out?” I asked, finishing up with the brothers and moving on to their sidekick.

“A public disturbance might be heard if we released all three of them at the same time.” He began puffing his smoke out the window, “Besides that, it’s much cheaper to get one out legally than three. And, on top of that, would you have gone if I tried to break you out?”

I shrugged a little knowing that he was probably right. I finished the last of the file and closed it.

“What are you gonna need?” Smecker asked cutting to the chase as he pulled out a note book and a pen.


“You must be the new nurse.” A large, muscular African-American officer, clad in a dark blue and grey uniform said to me.

I nodded, feeling odd that my head was so light now that I had gotten a hair cut.

“And the new order of medicine.” He said picking up the clip board on the cart I was pushing and giving it a once over.

“Dr. Dan sent you to put it all away?” He asked me peering over the clip board.

I nodded, “I was a pharmacist for four years before getting my PhD in medicine to become a nurse.” I explained, “I’m hoping to become a doctor myself one day.”

“Why would someone like you chose to work here of all places?” He asked with a smile on his face as he placed the clip board back on the cart.

I shrugged a little, “Person’s gotta start somewhere.”

He smiled more and opened the locked door for me to go down the hall to the infirmary.

I took the key off of my belt and used it to unlock the door. Two armed officers turned to look at me as I came in, the one closest to the door held it open for me as I pushed the cart in.

“Thank you.” I said to him with a smile and parked the cart next to medicine cabinet.

“Never seen you before.” The guard furthest from me said, “You new?”

I nodded picking up the clip board from the cabinet of bottles and looked at it as I grabbed something from the cart.

“And you won’t be seeing me again.” I said, taking the gun in my hand and landing a single shot in both the officers’ necks.

I walked up to them, grabbed the keys from the one’s belt and put the ring between my teeth as I turned the both of them over onto their backs and pulled the tranquilizer darts out of their necks.

I then straightened up and walked over to the three men who were staring at me like I was crazy. I went to the brother with the shortest hair and unlocked his cuffs before handing him the keys and pointing at the other two while holding my finger to my lips motioning them to stay quiet.

I then made my way back to the cart and pulled out four black backpacks. I pulled my light blue scrubs off, revealing the black long sleeved shirt and dark jeans I had underneath. I opened up one of the back packs and pulled out a screw driver, flashlight and a pair of grip gloves before picking up the other three and throwing one at each of the men.

“Change.” I ordered before turning my attention to the vent on the far wall of the room.

I heard nothing behind me, so I turned and looked to see the three of them staring at me.

“What did I just say?” I snarled.

“WHO-

“Shhhh!” I insisted in a whisper, “There’s a lot of explaining that needs to get done on everyone’s part, right now the only things I know are; I have to get the three of you morons out of here without a body count and to a safe house about a hundred and fifty miles away and wait for further instructions from a former F.B.I. agent who I was more than certain was dead the past eight years only to be surprised he wasn’t and he got me out of jail too. So, if you thick skulled, idiotic, fucktards can’t understand the current situation, you are dead weight to me and I need to adjust the body count clause.”

“But’cha killed ’em!” The twin with the longer hair whisper-yelled at me.

“It was a tranquilizer.” I assured, “I don’t kill innocents. Now change, and get ready to go.” I growled.

I then turned my attention fully back to the vent, hearing the changing of cloths behind me. I got the two screws off the vent and swung it open. I went back to my back pack, got my knife out, threw the screwdriver in the pack and pulled out a bundle of rope. I pulled my pack on the put the rope over one arm and my neck. I used the flash light to look down to see how far it would be and I couldn’t see the bottom.

I looked behind me to see the three of them standing these staring at me waiting for further instructions. All of them had their packs.

“I’m going to go down first.” I told them pulling my gloves on, “We’re gonna have to climb down, use the groves in the side to guide you. Last one to go though, pull this thing shut.” I said motioning to the swinging door of the vent.

“Why?” I heard the mexican ask me as I was about half way in.

I turned and gave him a dull look before sneering, “It’s polite.”

I got all the way in, faintly hearing the stifled snickers of the Irish twins as I put the flash light in my mouth and began to climb down. When reaching the bottom I went to the left and waited for the three of them.

“This way.” I whispered, army crawling forward with them right behind me.

I found the grate I was looking for and managed to pry it off. I pulled the cover into the vent on the side of me where the boys weren’t. I looked down to make sure the coast was clear and as carefully as I could, took off the rope and my pack before throwing them down and out of the vent, myself following close after. The opening wasn’t too small, but I wasn’t going to risk getting caught on something after all this.

I landed on the ground and pulled my pack and rope back on, digging in my pocket for the blueprint I had taken with me. I looked around the dark room to find what I needed, the three of them, surprisingly, never fell too far behind me.

I turned to the twin directly behind me, the one with the longer hair.

“Go into my backpack.” I told him in a whisper, “There’s a crowbar. Grab it.”

He did as I asked and handed it to me after zipping my pack back up.

I put the flashlight back in my mouth and used it to open the man hole cover that in the floor of the boiler room. I motioned for the three of them to go down, they looked at me skeptically. I gave one of the twins the flash light and they went down slowly. I was the last, and I used the crowbar to pull the cover back in place.

I got down the short ladder and took the flashlight back as one of the twins put the crowbar back in my pack for me. I took out the blueprint and started to asses where we were. There were three directions to go. I went south-east. The boys hot at my heels.

I was surprised that they hadn’t said anything at all.

After a few minutes we came to another cross in the roads, as I was looking, no longer at the blueprints to the prison, but rather an intricate workings of the sewer systems. I was a little lost. I put my right pointer finger in my mouth before popping it back out feeling the slight breeze coming from my right I followed it until we got to the gated end of the sewer system.

I put the flashlight and blueprints back in my backpack and pulled out a blow torch and a pair of protective goggles.

I turned to tell the guys to look away, but their backs were already turned.

I put the goggles on and ignited the blowtorch. It took a little while but I went full circle around it. I then turned the torch off and put that and my goggles back in my pack. I then gave the gate a good, hard shove loosening it from the metal it was once attached to and set it down against the side of the tunnel before grabbing my pack and stepping out into the fading sunlight.

The boys followed close behind me. We made our way quickly away from the sewer and to the underneath of a bridge, where the car was. I knelt down by the trunk and pulled the key out of my boot. I popped the trunk and pulled out four Duffel bags. I tossed one to each of them.

“Cloths you’re wearing now, go in those packs. Put on what’s in these. And then get your asses in the car.” I snarled.

I left them at the trunk and went around to the hood. Pulling my soaked jeans off and shoving on dry ones before replacing my shirt with an almost identical white one and my black leather jacket. I then threw everything with the back pack. The threw that in the trunk. The boys followed suit and got in the car with me.

I turned on the car, put it in first and tore out of there.

The car was silent, the air was so thick with tension that it could be cut with a knife.

About thirty minutes into the drive I pulled into a deserted alley and pulled over. I got out of the car and opened the trunk taking out all the backpacks and a can of gasoline. I threw the backpacks into a dumpster and poured the gas on them before lighting a match and throwing it in the dumpster.

I felt the warmth of the fire as I made my way back to the driver’s seat.

I got in and closed the door to find the three boys staring at me.

“Who t’fuck ‘er you?” The twins asked me together.

“Piss me off,” I said turning the car on again and pulling out of the alley, “I’m your worst fucking nightmare.”

The rest of the two hour or so drive was silent. The boys were sizing me up, and I was focusing on the road. Finally we came to the address. I pulled in to the drive way and turned off the car, getting out.

The boys followed cautiously behind me. I took the key out and turned it in the lock. I walked in, leaving the door open and turned on some lights. It was a small, three bedroom, one bathroom house in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.

I opened the door to the bathroom and stepped in, closing it behind me. After that trip I really needed to pee.

I could hear the boys in the poor excuse of a kitchen talking.

“That crazy bitch has to go.” I heard Romeo tell the brothers.

“Yer jumpin’ ta conclusions, Romeo.” One of the brothers said.

“Aye, we don’t even know who she works fer, or what they want.” The other said.

“I tink da best ting ta do is ‘ear ‘er out. Sh’might know someting important.”

“Fine.” Romeo agreed, “But if shit goes sideways, I’m shooting first asking questions later.”

I finished up washing my hands before leaving the bathroom. On my way into the kitchen, through the living room, I grabbed a duffel that was on the coffee table and dropped it on the kitchen table.

“If you want to get the drop on me.” I said unzipping the bag and starting to pull guns out, “You might want to make sure yours are loaded.”

I grabbed my two forty fives with silencers and put them in the gun holsters in my jacket before clipping my knife into my belt.

“You’re Romeo.” I said wanting confirmation, he nodded, “Conner.” I said looking at the longer haired twin, “And Murphy.” I said looking at the shorter haired twin, “The orders now are to wait. But the house is completely stocked. I wasn’t told what to do from here on in. So we’re on par now.”

“Well, s’long as we’re gettin’ everyting out in’ta da open, lass,” Murphy told me, “How bout we straighten up some tings. I’m Connor, dis shite fer brains is Murphy.” He said motioning to the longer haired twin, “And just who da fuck er you?”

“They call me the fallen angel of Manhattan.” I told him, “And I’m sorry for messing you two up, but you kinda look alike.”

“We’re kinda brothers.” Murphy told me with his arms open in a no duh gesture.

“No shit, dumb ass.” I snarled.

“What do you want us to call you, miss ‘Fallen Angel of Manhattan’?” Romeo asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“For right now, nothing.” I told him, “We’re to wait here until we are contacted. I don’t know how long that’s going to take, but until then, I don’t care what you guys do. Just don’t leave the house.”

“Why were you in jail!” Murphy called after me as I left into the living room to find a room to lay down in.

“Doesn’t matter.” I called back.

“What were ya ‘fore all dis?” Connor called after me this time.

“Unimportant.” I said picking the one opposed to the other two rooms and right next to the bathroom.

“Are you going to answer any of these questions or are you going to give us the cold shoulder like a bitch!” Romeo yelled after me as I stepped into the room.

“We’ll see.” I said and shut the door, making sure to lock it before falling backwards onto the bed.

It was going to be a long night.