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Title: running on the high wire (mafia-verse) ; 2
Characters: the main six
Summary: a beginning of a new story. izuko and reiko take the reins and the girls are faced with a cruel reality much different from the fantastical labyrinth that brought them together in the first place.
Warning: canon verse spoilers
Rating: PG ; mentions of crime, gangs, etc.
“But why now?” Akira stands up from her plush seat and swaggers to where Reiko is holding onto a carrier strap. She grabs the brunette by the tie and forces those brilliant ambers eyes to look at her own – one of the suited men step forward to break up the fight, but Izuko holds up a hand and wordlessly forces the security team to take their leave. They obey the dark haired girl and step off the helicopter entirely, leaving a pilot concealed in the cockpit and a group of friends who had once claimed they were inseparable.
“Don’t you remember anything from what happened all those years ago, Aki-Idiot?” Reiko sneers, and there’s something about the way she stands so straight and the control of her emotions that Akira fears, something that makes the redhead realize that these girls really have grown into formidable young women. It’s funny, she thinks to herself, because Akira doesn’t feel like she’s grown at all.
“I don’t remember anything that mentioned the fact that we get abducted by your helicopter and are sent to – what, a mafia organization? Are you out of your mind, Taka-Stupid?” There they go again, hurling insults and nicknames that are too old to be repeated again. Reiko’s about to lift her fist and throw a punch, but Izuko merely grabs her arm and glares her best friend down.
“Sit,” she commands, and Reiko does just that. Akira lets go of the girl’s tie – she’s wearing something akin to a blazer and skirt, something that has been deliberately imitating their high school uniform – and sits back down next to Ayami. Reiko leans over her seat as the helicopter begins to take flight for the final time and stick her tongue out, all maturity in her disposition disappearing instantly.
“You better be grateful for this, Aki-Idiot! I’ve found all of you stable jobs, not to mention that with the power we hold in our rings, it’s going to be a hell of a ride!” Izuko sends a hand down to slap the other girl upside the head, and Reiko’s quiet for the rest of the ride. Akira notices a change in Izuko as well – she seems to have gotten more tolerant of the others, and though she still is the taciturn person that Akira remembers from years ago, her personality fits this older girl more. A young woman, graceful and silent, seems to be able to take the emotional stress better than a rebellious, hard-headed girl did back then.
“Do you really think that we want to go back and use our rings?” Akira retorts, suddenly addressing Izuko because everything Reiko said was getting on her nerves, “don’t you remember how we died for these rings?” Izuko looks a little uncomfortable with having to speak for herself, but she leans over and stands her ground just as well as Reiko can anyway.
“Have you ever tried taking them off? Do you think you can part so easily with them?” Her words strike a certain truth and Akira stares at the metal encasing her finger, and so she does what Izuko asks, twisting and turning her ring in an attempt to take it off. It doesn’t budge, as if it’s fused to her skin. Izuko begins to speak without an answer from Akira.
“We’re doing you all a favor. I know it’s tough, but we’ve contacted your parents already – with some changed details, of course – and they all approve. It’s not like any of you have already been planning to go to university, have you?” Ayami looks as if she wants to speak up but she settles back in her seat when Izuko’s grey glare falls on her.
“Look, this is abrupt and I’ve tried to convince Rei to do it some other way, but she wants to dive headfirst as fast as she can, and I can’t do much about it. Even so, do you really think our lives can stay normal after the presence of these rings? Don’t you think we should take advantage of the power that we were entrusted with?” Reina looks a little smug, smiling in that familiarly creepy way of hers that she always seems to do. Kagami’s eyes suddenly light up and Akira realizes that the other three don’t have any complaints whatsoever – the redhead suddenly feels a little guilty for jumping to conclusions so quickly. But even so, something just seems completely wrong, yet Akira decides to give up the fight for now and resort too staring out the windows of the helicopter. They are going west – far, far away from Japan so that the landscapes under them are rolling hills and steep valleys – but where exactly are they going? Where is this organization that is advertised as so fitting to this motley group?
What’s even stranger, Akira realizes, is that she has not said a word to these girls, with the exception of Ayami, of course, for at least three years. What bothers Akira the most is that there is no awkwardness, no strange silences that fill the air; these young women act as if they had never parted in the first place. Perhaps that’s a good thing, but it still comes off as extremely unsettling nevertheless.
“But Izuko,” Reina’s voice comes clipped and curt from the back of the helicopter, “why did you pick an underground job? You do realize that you are working for the mafia, are you not?”
Izuko’s demeanor changes when she talk to Reina, something like apprehension rising in her voice, “because it’s the only job I could find where something like our rings wouldn’t be questioned. You do miss the times when we can hold the power of our rings and use it to our own liking, right?” She then stops and flicks her gaze away, muttering under her breath, “but I’m not sure how to activate our weapons anymore, now that we can’t take off our rings.”
Back then, during the incident, the rings had hung from metal pendants around the girls necks – they seemed to be able to summon these weapons from the jewel of their rings, as if it held some sort of powerful essence. While around their necks, the rings were dormant, but when they were slipped onto fingers, the chain breaks and the weapons take shape. However, as each of them died and came back to life, the chains were all gone – and the rings now take their permanent residence on the fingers of each of the girls.
“Who gave this job to you? What are we supposed to do here?” Kagami suddenly demands, and Izuko looks to Reiko for an answer, but the latter seems to be determined to not speak a word. Suddenly put on the spot, the dark-haired girl bites her lip and Akira wonders if not having Reiko speaking for her really is that difficult.
“I…” Izuko flusters and Reina smiles in that creepy way for a quick second, before returning to her usual prim expression. “I can’t tell you that yet, but I know that we’re given our own assassin’s group. I guess it might not suit many of you to kill again, so I promise and Rei and I will do just that, but we’ll need the power from all of you to keep this running. It’s weird, that I’ll admit, but it’s not like we can find anything better to do.”
“I’ll do it,” a quiet voice pipes up from next to Akira, and the redhead has to double check twice to make sure that she isn’t hallucinating when Ayami raises her hand and affirms her choice, “I’ll join you, Izuko.” Ayami’s grown too – she looks less scared, less timid, but in that moment, Akira can see the remnants of an intimidated younger Ayami in the thin whiteness of how tight the young woman presses her lips together. Wasn’t she the one who was supposed to go off to university anyway?
Izuko stares at Ayami for a second, but resolves to do nothing but breathe a thank you.
“If Ayami will do it,” Akira hears the words come out of her own mouth, and she raises a protective hand to her best friend’s shoulder, “then I’ll do it too.” Her brother had finally decided to do something with his life and had sulked off to the military, so what better would Akira do anyway?
“This is exciting!” Kagami exclaims, and she clutches the plush seats as she grins wildly, “I’ll definitely join! It’s our chance to make our legacy last, after all!”
In the front of the helicopter, Reiko wordlessly looks up at Izuko in all her uncertainty and lack of self-confidence. In an unlikely gesture of friendship, she grins at the dark haired girl and the ice queen only tugs her companion’s sleeve in response.
Reina’s still looking skeptical – no, perhaps that wasn’t the right word – she’s still looking like she has something to say, and so all eyes land on her for her response.
“Do you remember when, during that day, I pulled up a vision of an older Izuko and Reiko?” Reina speaks with a calm, measured pace, her eyes closed and her face tranquil. When she opens her eyes again, they are a brilliant blue, with some sort of measure, controlled fury – no, it wasn’t anger, but something along the lines of resolve. “Are you trying to start some sort of reaction? Are you planning to set yourselves right on that track?”
Izuko purses her lips and says nothing. Reina crosses her arms, slightly smirking, murmuring, “I’ll take that as a yes,” and they both sit back down into their seats.
Characters: the main six
Summary: a beginning of a new story. izuko and reiko take the reins and the girls are faced with a cruel reality much different from the fantastical labyrinth that brought them together in the first place.
Warning: canon verse spoilers
Rating: PG ; mentions of crime, gangs, etc.
“But why now?” Akira stands up from her plush seat and swaggers to where Reiko is holding onto a carrier strap. She grabs the brunette by the tie and forces those brilliant ambers eyes to look at her own – one of the suited men step forward to break up the fight, but Izuko holds up a hand and wordlessly forces the security team to take their leave. They obey the dark haired girl and step off the helicopter entirely, leaving a pilot concealed in the cockpit and a group of friends who had once claimed they were inseparable.
“Don’t you remember anything from what happened all those years ago, Aki-Idiot?” Reiko sneers, and there’s something about the way she stands so straight and the control of her emotions that Akira fears, something that makes the redhead realize that these girls really have grown into formidable young women. It’s funny, she thinks to herself, because Akira doesn’t feel like she’s grown at all.
“I don’t remember anything that mentioned the fact that we get abducted by your helicopter and are sent to – what, a mafia organization? Are you out of your mind, Taka-Stupid?” There they go again, hurling insults and nicknames that are too old to be repeated again. Reiko’s about to lift her fist and throw a punch, but Izuko merely grabs her arm and glares her best friend down.
“Sit,” she commands, and Reiko does just that. Akira lets go of the girl’s tie – she’s wearing something akin to a blazer and skirt, something that has been deliberately imitating their high school uniform – and sits back down next to Ayami. Reiko leans over her seat as the helicopter begins to take flight for the final time and stick her tongue out, all maturity in her disposition disappearing instantly.
“You better be grateful for this, Aki-Idiot! I’ve found all of you stable jobs, not to mention that with the power we hold in our rings, it’s going to be a hell of a ride!” Izuko sends a hand down to slap the other girl upside the head, and Reiko’s quiet for the rest of the ride. Akira notices a change in Izuko as well – she seems to have gotten more tolerant of the others, and though she still is the taciturn person that Akira remembers from years ago, her personality fits this older girl more. A young woman, graceful and silent, seems to be able to take the emotional stress better than a rebellious, hard-headed girl did back then.
“Do you really think that we want to go back and use our rings?” Akira retorts, suddenly addressing Izuko because everything Reiko said was getting on her nerves, “don’t you remember how we died for these rings?” Izuko looks a little uncomfortable with having to speak for herself, but she leans over and stands her ground just as well as Reiko can anyway.
“Have you ever tried taking them off? Do you think you can part so easily with them?” Her words strike a certain truth and Akira stares at the metal encasing her finger, and so she does what Izuko asks, twisting and turning her ring in an attempt to take it off. It doesn’t budge, as if it’s fused to her skin. Izuko begins to speak without an answer from Akira.
“We’re doing you all a favor. I know it’s tough, but we’ve contacted your parents already – with some changed details, of course – and they all approve. It’s not like any of you have already been planning to go to university, have you?” Ayami looks as if she wants to speak up but she settles back in her seat when Izuko’s grey glare falls on her.
“Look, this is abrupt and I’ve tried to convince Rei to do it some other way, but she wants to dive headfirst as fast as she can, and I can’t do much about it. Even so, do you really think our lives can stay normal after the presence of these rings? Don’t you think we should take advantage of the power that we were entrusted with?” Reina looks a little smug, smiling in that familiarly creepy way of hers that she always seems to do. Kagami’s eyes suddenly light up and Akira realizes that the other three don’t have any complaints whatsoever – the redhead suddenly feels a little guilty for jumping to conclusions so quickly. But even so, something just seems completely wrong, yet Akira decides to give up the fight for now and resort too staring out the windows of the helicopter. They are going west – far, far away from Japan so that the landscapes under them are rolling hills and steep valleys – but where exactly are they going? Where is this organization that is advertised as so fitting to this motley group?
What’s even stranger, Akira realizes, is that she has not said a word to these girls, with the exception of Ayami, of course, for at least three years. What bothers Akira the most is that there is no awkwardness, no strange silences that fill the air; these young women act as if they had never parted in the first place. Perhaps that’s a good thing, but it still comes off as extremely unsettling nevertheless.
“But Izuko,” Reina’s voice comes clipped and curt from the back of the helicopter, “why did you pick an underground job? You do realize that you are working for the mafia, are you not?”
Izuko’s demeanor changes when she talk to Reina, something like apprehension rising in her voice, “because it’s the only job I could find where something like our rings wouldn’t be questioned. You do miss the times when we can hold the power of our rings and use it to our own liking, right?” She then stops and flicks her gaze away, muttering under her breath, “but I’m not sure how to activate our weapons anymore, now that we can’t take off our rings.”
Back then, during the incident, the rings had hung from metal pendants around the girls necks – they seemed to be able to summon these weapons from the jewel of their rings, as if it held some sort of powerful essence. While around their necks, the rings were dormant, but when they were slipped onto fingers, the chain breaks and the weapons take shape. However, as each of them died and came back to life, the chains were all gone – and the rings now take their permanent residence on the fingers of each of the girls.
“Who gave this job to you? What are we supposed to do here?” Kagami suddenly demands, and Izuko looks to Reiko for an answer, but the latter seems to be determined to not speak a word. Suddenly put on the spot, the dark-haired girl bites her lip and Akira wonders if not having Reiko speaking for her really is that difficult.
“I…” Izuko flusters and Reina smiles in that creepy way for a quick second, before returning to her usual prim expression. “I can’t tell you that yet, but I know that we’re given our own assassin’s group. I guess it might not suit many of you to kill again, so I promise and Rei and I will do just that, but we’ll need the power from all of you to keep this running. It’s weird, that I’ll admit, but it’s not like we can find anything better to do.”
“I’ll do it,” a quiet voice pipes up from next to Akira, and the redhead has to double check twice to make sure that she isn’t hallucinating when Ayami raises her hand and affirms her choice, “I’ll join you, Izuko.” Ayami’s grown too – she looks less scared, less timid, but in that moment, Akira can see the remnants of an intimidated younger Ayami in the thin whiteness of how tight the young woman presses her lips together. Wasn’t she the one who was supposed to go off to university anyway?
Izuko stares at Ayami for a second, but resolves to do nothing but breathe a thank you.
“If Ayami will do it,” Akira hears the words come out of her own mouth, and she raises a protective hand to her best friend’s shoulder, “then I’ll do it too.” Her brother had finally decided to do something with his life and had sulked off to the military, so what better would Akira do anyway?
“This is exciting!” Kagami exclaims, and she clutches the plush seats as she grins wildly, “I’ll definitely join! It’s our chance to make our legacy last, after all!”
In the front of the helicopter, Reiko wordlessly looks up at Izuko in all her uncertainty and lack of self-confidence. In an unlikely gesture of friendship, she grins at the dark haired girl and the ice queen only tugs her companion’s sleeve in response.
Reina’s still looking skeptical – no, perhaps that wasn’t the right word – she’s still looking like she has something to say, and so all eyes land on her for her response.
“Do you remember when, during that day, I pulled up a vision of an older Izuko and Reiko?” Reina speaks with a calm, measured pace, her eyes closed and her face tranquil. When she opens her eyes again, they are a brilliant blue, with some sort of measure, controlled fury – no, it wasn’t anger, but something along the lines of resolve. “Are you trying to start some sort of reaction? Are you planning to set yourselves right on that track?”
Izuko purses her lips and says nothing. Reina crosses her arms, slightly smirking, murmuring, “I’ll take that as a yes,” and they both sit back down into their seats.
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