Posted by: irugnotmis on: July 27, 2009
Ignoring Fujimaru’s cry, K walks away. The instant K passes him, Fujimaru can feel his blood freeze in his veins.
Posted by: irugnotmis on: March 26, 2009
We are brothers.
I didn’t really want to tell you this, because the closer you are to the truth, the nearer you will be to insanity.
J turns away from Fujimaru and continues bitterly,
You must feel terrible, losing your closest friend. There are just too many things we want to protect.
Letting out a mocking chuckle, J gets [...]
Posted by: irugnotmis on: March 25, 2009
“Next time if you want to pull off a surprise attack, check your back.” J warns pleasantly, as if there really will be a next time. Kano-san shoots the terrorists a look of disdain and twists his head away. “Aren’t you afraid of contracting Bloody-X?” Maya approaches the agent after brushing her lips lightly [...]
Posted by: irugnotmis on: January 22, 2009
A stream of blood creeps down Tachikawa Hide’s left nostril like a revolting slime coming out of hiding, leaving a trail of sticky crimson where it traveled. He instinctively reaches a hand to wipe away the fluid, smearing the thin line of red into a big patch of scarlet. Before realizing what’s happening, a wave [...]
Posted by: irugnotmis on: January 7, 2009
“Everything is set, the stage is lit, now let the show begin.” — J.
Prelude:
Posted by: irugnotmis on: December 13, 2008
Instinctively, they turned toward the sound source coming up behind them and saw, to their horror — the man with the butterfly tattoo holding a large rifle approaching ominously…
Posted by: irugnotmis on: November 28, 2008
Posted by: irugnotmis on: November 22, 2008
In the world concerning Bloody-X, everyone has a specific agenda in mind. “Partnership” is but a stepping stone that can be broken or formed easily — as long as it contributes to the completion of a task at hand. The table is often turned within a blink of an eye, yesterday’s friend may be today’s [...]
Posted by: irugnotmis on: November 2, 2008
Holding the gun at eye level, she stares into Fujimaru’s fearful eyes, a wicked half smile creeps upon her menace contorted face. She crooks her head and takes in the moment as she loads the gun. Then slowly, she bends her well manicured finger around the trigger, a millimeter, two millimeters… and boom.
Posted by: irugnotmis on: October 21, 2008
In a singularly aligned dark alley, a pair of petite feet veiled in black stalking and blacker shoes treads ahead slowly but vivaciously. The unwelcoming sound of footsteps break the ghostly silence of the alley like a sharp nail scratching across a piece of chalkboard. Abruptly, the sound comes to a halt. Faint splatter of [...]