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~Chapter Five~
The sea tickled her toes and Mitsuki woke up to find a crab in her hair. A high-pitched scream boomed across the beach and Emori jolted awake,
"What the hell is your problem?" He asked, annoyed and tired.
"Theres a bloody crab in my hair!" She shreiked.
Without asking anything else, Emori held the crab in both hands, which woke it up, and it let go of Mitsuki's hair. "There. Better? Now let me sleep." He lay back down and went back to sleep.
"Hmph. Not a morning person then." She giggled, "Oh well."
It was three hours until Emori woke up again, and Mitsuki had already caught four fish and was starting to cook them over a fire.
Once they had eaten, they set out, trying to get sand out of their hair and clothes on the way.
"How will we know when we see someone on this 'list'?" Mitsuki asked, alert and awake.
"Don't worry, I've been spying on these guys for a while, so I know where they're going, who they're killing and when they're going to do it."
She snorted before saying, "Must be exciting wasting most of your life spying on criminals." She just loved to see him worked up.
"Actually, it is. I now know how to break into a house without being noticed," he knew that all she wanted for him to do was get angry at her. "Look, if you keep trying to annoy me, it will just make you end up alone, and I don't have to be here for you. I've got other people to save."
A rustling came in the bushes and a small boy materialised - probably around eight years old. Emori smiled, he was definitley one of them. Only nine more to find and then he could go back to a normal life- not that his life was ever normal.
He knelt down and beckoned the boy towards him. He came stumbling over; his clothes were ripped and his ginger hair stuck up in all directions like a porcupine. He was crying, a never ending void of sadness locked inside his deep blue eyes.
"What's wrong, Junsuke?" Emori asked, his voice like silk.
"It's you, isn't it? You're The Saviour. My mother was talking about you just before she......" He trailed off, his eyes fixed to the floor.
"Well, i'm not so sure about being 'The Saviour' but I do help people alot. Come on, we'll keep you safe, and by we, I mean I." He grinned cheekily at Mitsuki, who obviously didn't find it amusing.
BANG! A gunshot could be heard for miles as two men in hockey masks stepped out from the shadows...
One of them stared at Junsuke with eyes like lasers, "Can't wait to see the look on your face the second before I stab this sword right through your chest." He licked his lips, looking like a vampire; longing for some warm, fresh blood.
"Please don't do this to me," Junsuke pleaded, hiding behind Emori, who was casually listening to their conversation.
"Just because you're my brother doesn't mean that I can't kill you," the enemy said, taking his sword out of its sheath.
"Wait a moment," Mitsuki cut in, "Brother?"
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The sea tickled her toes and Mitsuki woke up to find a crab in her hair. A high-pitched scream boomed across the beach and Emori jolted awake,
"What the hell is your problem?" He asked, annoyed and tired.
"Theres a bloody crab in my hair!" She shreiked.
Without asking anything else, Emori held the crab in both hands, which woke it up, and it let go of Mitsuki's hair. "There. Better? Now let me sleep." He lay back down and went back to sleep.
"Hmph. Not a morning person then." She giggled, "Oh well."
It was three hours until Emori woke up again, and Mitsuki had already caught four fish and was starting to cook them over a fire.
Once they had eaten, they set out, trying to get sand out of their hair and clothes on the way.
"How will we know when we see someone on this 'list'?" Mitsuki asked, alert and awake.
"Don't worry, I've been spying on these guys for a while, so I know where they're going, who they're killing and when they're going to do it."
She snorted before saying, "Must be exciting wasting most of your life spying on criminals." She just loved to see him worked up.
"Actually, it is. I now know how to break into a house without being noticed," he knew that all she wanted for him to do was get angry at her. "Look, if you keep trying to annoy me, it will just make you end up alone, and I don't have to be here for you. I've got other people to save."
A rustling came in the bushes and a small boy materialised - probably around eight years old. Emori smiled, he was definitley one of them. Only nine more to find and then he could go back to a normal life- not that his life was ever normal.
He knelt down and beckoned the boy towards him. He came stumbling over; his clothes were ripped and his ginger hair stuck up in all directions like a porcupine. He was crying, a never ending void of sadness locked inside his deep blue eyes.
"What's wrong, Junsuke?" Emori asked, his voice like silk.
"It's you, isn't it? You're The Saviour. My mother was talking about you just before she......" He trailed off, his eyes fixed to the floor.
"Well, i'm not so sure about being 'The Saviour' but I do help people alot. Come on, we'll keep you safe, and by we, I mean I." He grinned cheekily at Mitsuki, who obviously didn't find it amusing.
BANG! A gunshot could be heard for miles as two men in hockey masks stepped out from the shadows...
One of them stared at Junsuke with eyes like lasers, "Can't wait to see the look on your face the second before I stab this sword right through your chest." He licked his lips, looking like a vampire; longing for some warm, fresh blood.
"Please don't do this to me," Junsuke pleaded, hiding behind Emori, who was casually listening to their conversation.
"Just because you're my brother doesn't mean that I can't kill you," the enemy said, taking his sword out of its sheath.
"Wait a moment," Mitsuki cut in, "Brother?"
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