Post by Shimizu Kuribayashi on Oct 14, 2008 6:13:09 GMT 1
Flashback
A blur, that was how he saw the situation. He didn’t see it was calculated movements, but a blur of commotion. He didn’t see any possible way to think this through in military order. There was any way to do that nor was it a smart thing to do at this point. The enemy is at your footsteps and the first thing you do is make an escape. You make sure that there is a cover story for why there is no one there, but they received a signal from this building. It was a long shot, but it happens. He was slowly moving throughout the room when he saw that Katsumoto had a silenced pistol in his hand. He didn’t think too much of it accept that it was a very good idea if there were to be people at the end of this supposed tunnel of his. He only heard the last question that Katsumoto asked and Shimizu shook his head with a small answer.
“Why of course, lead the way.”
He then looked around a bit and opened one of the desk drawers, trying to find a weapon of his own. He was stopped and the person named Nobutada handed him one. He had a short smile on his face and Shimizu smiled back before following Katsumoto down the tunnel. He turned back his head only once when the door shut behind them and the dark tunnel flooded with light. It looked like wasn't to be used in some time, but it was still a means of escape. By that time, they had come to the end of the tunnel and didn’t go out just yet. Shimizu looked outside and saw that there were more men circling the premise. These men weren’t his allies, but how did they intercept such a random code.
He didn’t quite know until he saw one of his own. A Traitor? No, he was a captive, but apparently he was too shaken about losing his life that he gave up the information without trouble. This was going to be interesting. He looked down the street and saw some more black cars coming this way. He tried to squint and see them clearer, but they were too far to identify, that is until shots started ringing out. They were automatic shots, like a driveby would be, but calculated. These were sniper shots, taking out each of the men outside one by one. The men only noticed that a man fell, but no real sound could be heard. The sounds that Shimizu heard and recognized were the shots hitting the ground.
Since you couldn’t hear the shooters gun fire, he was probably some distance away. Shimizu smiled and looked to Katsumoto. The right men were here now, taking out the opposition one by one without the chance of hitting civilians. He looked back to the left and saw that the cars were of his own. Those were the men that should have gotten here first; to prevent any of what happened right now to transpire.
“Mr. Katsumoto. In a very few minutes, this place will be crawling with my men. If you look out and to the left and see the black cars carrying the red, black and white symbol of the current Emperor, that is our ride out of here. I thank you for what you have done for me today and I will repay the person in charge of this establishment if anything is broken.”
End Flashback
The days in which things like this happened most often shouldn’t be remembered when you walk the streets in which you live, in which you are to thrive and make a life for yourself. Who would have known that after that one incident he would’ve had to leave and wait almost a full year before coming back? He had only been in the city for a matter of weeks and he had already been attacked and almost killed. He had also been saved numerous times. The people that saved him had also made a disappearance, but no matter. He was back and this time he was going for the kill. He was not on the defensive any longer. He was going to take his destiny and give it the finger before blowing its brains out and leaving it in the street. He was going to make something out of himself, but the good old-fashioned way.
“The air out here smells sweet and sour all at the same time. How can air carry such smells in harmony without them clashing? This is one thing that I have yet and will not understand anytime soon.”
He talked to himself as he walked down the sidewalk in front of Hircine High. He remembered many an encounter here. He had made a friend out of a man named Shuya Katsumoto, but wasn’t too sure if he was still a friend of him or not. He stopped on the sidewalk, facing the large front doors to the school. His face was as it used to be as he looked at the school. It was emotionless, but now it was somewhat pained. After his leaving from this place so long ago, he had been in an accident in which his life was almost snuffed out once again. A girl who he didn’t remember because of short-term amnesia only saved him. She remembers him, but after a while she left. It was understandable. How could someone be with someone like him?
He wasn’t interested in relationships. He wasn’t interested in money. He wasn’t interested in much of anything accept getting his rightful place in his country back and getting his honor back from this place.
“I wonder. What would happen if I were to find you……Shuya.”
He spoke out loud once again and hoped that someone who knew who Shuya was might speak up and just tell him what was going on in the school. He knew that almost no one knew him here anymore so it would be easy to get information out of the small masses that aimlessly wondered the school grounds with no purpose accept to relay propaganda. He stood and stood, waiting for one of those lowly little information carriers to happen his way and give him a hand on things here at the school. If Shuya himself happened to walk up to him that would be something to see. It would be kind of weird, but at the same time it would be comforting to know that someone in this school knew of him and what he did for a living.
Kempei Tai, a title which one can bear, but can he show it with pride. That was the question that loomed over Shimizu as he stood, waiting in front of the school.