@Flightless_Soul

Taking into consideration to what Miss Hibana was saying, Ringo smirked but then gave a serious look while nodding "No need to worry....mission over my...so-called obsession. I didn't lose sight of that." he smirked once more. Being dismissed, he took the contract and walked out while being escorted to handle this situation but...how was he going to go about doing that? Was this going to be a quick shot to the head or will he do a close encounter and cause some strangle...he had some thinking to do.

@Flightless_Soul

Aya listened quietly to the conversation. When she heard Natsume-sama wished to speak to her, she raised a thin black brow but soon she became emotionless once again. She took the phone. "Hello, Natsume-sama."

@Nikki Moonlight

~"It's good to hear from you, Aya-chan."~ Hibana whispered into the receiver. Her voice was demure, void of any sort of expression...and yet...there was something, a subtle hint that Aya could possibly detect...of sadness.

~"The others have been assigned their missions and will be heading out shortly. I wanted to take the time to speak with you about a private matter. First, I need you to tell Dmitri to leave. This conversation is strictly between you and I. Let me know when he is gone."~

((PM for secret phone convos))

@King Tai @CriticalHit @DriveEMOut @bloonewb

"This way."

Curtly Azuma ushered the young men to the elevator, flanked on both sides by two men wielding Heckler & Koch MP5N submachine guns. Even within the sanctity of the school, all security measures had to be taken. One could never know if a teacher was actually a rival hitman in disguise, or...if one of Noir's chosen...was a deceitful rat that needed to be squashed.

As they boarded the elevator and it began its descent into the school's lower level, for the first time, Azuma removed his mask, slightly just to pop a cigarette into his mouth and light it. A scar, grisly and jagged, stretched from the right corner of his lip all the way to his mangled ear. He sighed, a thick white wisp exhaled, "If any of you have something to say, please do. I have seen many...many things, both in my career as an assassin and in my time I served. The world is filled with darkness, my students, darkness...that dwells within all of us. Welcome...to Hell."

At that moment, the doors opened to Hell's Cistern.



"Magnificent, isn't it? Some of you already know this place, but for you, Minato-san, this is the elite training ground of Class Noir."



All around them, the grunts, punches, and kicks of recruits sparring in the dojo culminated with the rattling echoes of gunfire from the shooting range, yet all sounds ceased once they stepped through the door...and all the students took notice bowing in unison.

"Look alive, recruits! Azuma-Sensei is here!"

Azuma stepped forward. As he did, a student rushed forward kneeling at his feet and offering to Azuma graciously an antique katana in a shimmering black scabbard. Azuma drew the sword, the blade, pristine and sharp, shining like the light of Heaven amidst the darkness of Hell, singing among the dead silence.

"Look behind me, students! Gaze upon them!" His voice boomed with the utmost fear and authority as Azuma motioned to the assassins behind him. "Not too long ago, they were like you, worthless, impudent, rough around the edges. Pieces of dirt that had no purpose but to be trampled under foot. But it was here, in the fires of Hell, the flames of tribulation, these meaningless fragments of earth were hardened, sharpened, beaten, shaped and purified...to become this."

High over his head he held the katana for all to see, the students, the assassins, the guards, and the instructors.

"The Sword of Requiem, the blade with which Natsume-Sama cut down her adversaries and carved her legacy into the criminal underworld. It is by our bloodstained hands swift and merciless death is delivered. Retribution is paid unto those who dare to oppose us. We are the elite killers, the assassins of Class Noir!"

All gave a rousing shout to the end of his speech, Azuma-San sheathing the sword and resting it at his side.

"Continue your training, students. Requiem's future rests in your hands. Assassins, follow me to the armory."

@Flightless_Soul

Aya hung up the phone and continued to study the mansion's floor plans. She sighed softly at the information Natsume-sama had given her. She looked at the clock. Five o' clock. The family save the Don would probably be eating dinner about now. She swallowed. Dealing with her sensei's imminent death was hard to handle. But killing a family wasn't. She had killed a family before at her father's command, when Hibana had been testing her, before she had taken the young girl on as a student. Aya smiled wryly. "Just like sensei, I'm going to rot in hell eventually..." she whispered to herself.

@Flightless_Soul@King Tai@DriveEMOut

"Well then I suppose that leaves me with Dalkovich." Katsuro commented as he looked to Dai and Ringo, he was glad that he ended up with this contract. "Big Mark" did not interest him in the slightest, and Greone didn't sound like he would be any kind of challenge. Nevertheless Katsuro followed Azuma out of Natsume's office and into the elevator.

Katsuro was silent on the way down, preoccupied with his own thoughts of how he would bring an end to his target. As the group walked into Hell's Cistern and Azuma gave his speech, Katsuro looked out among the trainees and saw everything that Azuma was calling them was brutally accurate. Look at these pathetic bastards. Hard to think I was ever one of them. After Azuma's speech had concluded and the recruits resumed their training, Katsuro's eyes shot from recruit to recruit, seeing just how flawed they truly were. His eyes finally settled on one boy in particular, his face and body were bruised as he was sparring with another recruit. His stance was completely off and his attacks seemed to have no effect on the other boy. It wasn't just him either, all around the room recruits were making a ridiculous amount of errors. Their mistakes were so obvious Katsuro had to resist the urge to go over so he could berate the morons himself! Thoroughly disgusted, Katsuro turned away from the imbeciles and followed Azuma to the Armory. This place truly is hell.

After choosing their targets and seemingly all of them being satisfied, Ringo followed along with Katsuro, Dai, and Minato to Hell's Cistern while on the way, Ringo was staring on at Azuma when he slightly moved his mask. Offering them the chance to say something, Ringo thought about it for a moment but waited as they made it to the training area as Azuma gave his speech and spoke about how worthless they wore, which hilariously, he was right. It felt like yesterday that Ringo was among these turds but just like himself and his fellow assassins standing side by side with him, they excelled and blossomed well into killing machines. He wondered how many of these pieces of shit were going to make it?

As they left for the armory, Ringo decided to finally speak about something to Azuma. "Azuma-Sama...I've usually stayed to myself about when it comes to prying into other's affairs but since we've come here, I have been a bit curious about something....what made you get into this line of work?" he asked.

(Just wanted to clarify, don't know if I addressed Azuma with the right suffix....but should it be changed?)
@Flightless_Soul

The Armory was absolutely enormous. Racks of guns, explosives, and other weapons covered the walls, ceiling, and piled across the ground. Minato looked around in wonder, almost tripping over a huge sniper rifle. Gingerly, he stepped around it, giving the grenades a wide berth. All of them looked larger than they should, well, at least according to his experience with Call of Duty. He shuddered, trying not to imagine breaking his shoulder on the recoil.

@Flightless_Soul

When Night threw its shimmering blanket over the land Aya said to Dimitri, "I'm off to finish this." Her voice was emotionless. She then left the hotel, putting that expression of a Japanese schoolgirl on her face to avoid any suspicion. She had concealed weapons all over over body in unlikely places. She also had a signal jammer among her weapons, a small device she could easily jam all the cameras with. She smiled for once as she made her way to the mansion. She took out all the cameras and snuck inside. They were all asleep, his family. And she slit their throats, dismembering each one as the Don had done to the Requiem advisor. She had gloves on as well, leaving no evidence behind. Once she was away from the mansion she went to meet the Russian man at their rendezvous point after disposing of the weapons and other things.

Once there she sat across from Dimitri. "It's finished," she said flatly. "They're dead."

@Nikki Moonlight

m.youtube.com/watch?v=uJgEGTS13x8

It was finished...

As the Russian sat in a chair watching some dumb American reality show on tv, the door swung open catching his attention. There she stood, cold, dead eyes gazing into his own full of mixed, confused emotions. He gulped slightly, never once having gazed into such eyes, the eyes of a true killer. "So it is." He mused in reply. "Good. We have one last thing to take care of before leaving for helicopter."

His phone buzzed in the pocket of his coat, startling him. He was an awful bit jumpy to be honest.

"Da?" He answered. "Mhmm. Da, I give her phone."

He didn't have to say who it was. As soon as Aya was handed the phone, her voice filled the receiver.

~"Is it done?"~

@King Tai

(Nah, it's all good. I don't stress shit like thst)

To say the least, Azuma was taken aback somewhat by that question. He glanced over to the boy, Ringo, a promising assassin, only second behind the girl Aya. "When you have had your humanity stripped away as I, there really isn't much to do...but kill for a living." His response was coarse as his graveled voice. "Ringo-san, you've been in the business long enough. You should know there is no room for remorse, for loyalty, love, for those...sappy feelings. You can kill a man and his entire family, and never lose an ounce of sleep over it. You can stab your closest friends in the back...and not once does guilt ail your stomach."

He then turned his full body to Ringo, his obsidian eyes gleaming like black diamonds, the eyes...of a cold serpent. "Which is why, Ringo-san...I have a proposition for you."

@Flightless_Soul

Aya confirmed quietly, "It is done, Natsume-sama."

@Nikki Moonlight

~"Good."~ Hibana returned in a frail whisper. No emotions displayed, yet her weary heart beamed bright inside her chest. ~"Now..return to me, Aya-chan."~ She ended the call and sat her phone down, alone in the darkness of her office. Maracoli would crumble to pieces at the sight of his beloved family drawn and quartered, just like his worthless mooks had done to her advisor. An eye for an eye...

The Maracoli Family would no longer be a threat to Requiem. In fear of what may become of them and their families, they would surrender the square to Hibana and all of California and the West Coast would be under her control...nay...

Aya's control...

Aya-chan...you have made me happy. I will but smile from the flames of Hell as I see Requiem rise by your hand. Well done, Aya...well done...

My child...

"If you are ready. It's time to leave."

After the call ended, Dmitri stood from the booth of the cafe and led Aya to his car waiting in the back alley.

@Flightless_Soul

Aya followed Dimitri, ready for anything. She knew that some people knew within Requiem of her imminent control of the syndicate but she was ready for them. She had some weapons still concealed on her.

@Nikki Moonlight

Dmitri fiddled with the lock on the car door for a bit. Damn American cars, nothing but rust buckets. It took a while, a few muttered curses, a few jiggles of his keys before the door unlocked and he sighed, "Ah, good. Now we can-"

*BANG!*

The Russian's head exploded in a spray of red mist, blood and brain splattered across the old pewter sedan. His lifeless body crumpled before the feet of the Japanese girl, his fedora slipping away...revealing the gory results.

@Flightless_Soul

Aya whipped around, pulling out her gun, recognizing some assassins from Requiem. "So you know, then, and are coming to try to kill me?" She smiled, her eyes cold and flat. She laughed, almost maniacally. "Good luck with that, dumbasses."

@Flightless_Soul

Hearing out Azuma, he understood and agreed with his explanation. There indeed is no room for silly weak emotions and of all people, Ringo knew that very well...majority of the time, he may display a smile during a kill as if this is nothing but a game but that's about it. The only time he ever lost sleep was after the first kill. That was tough but he got over it after his second kill and slept like a baby. Now...his humanity has dulled to the point where death all around him would be like love being all around him. It's just a part of the environment.

Looking on at Azuma and nodding to show he understood, he raised an eyebrow to what Azuma referred to as a proposition. It was like watching a snake before him but in a sense, still felt comfortable around this swift killer. "Hm? a proposition....intriguing..."

After being pulled to the side and spoke privately to him about some interesting information. Ringo stared with an emotionless blank at the towering shadow of a man from the enlightenment he received. Hell...he saw a side of Azuma he never seen before...but all in all, Ringo smiled and chuckled "Hmm....interesting...what the hell....yes sir..." he shrugged and said with a nod to Azuma.

@Nikki Moonlight

In the incandescent, ominous glow of the full moon, there stood four male figures clad in all black, form fitting tactical gear, one holding the PSG1 sniper rifle responsible for the murder of poor Dmitri. Their faces were hidden behind featureless, white porcelain masks, yet it was clear as day they were from the Japanese branch of Requiem's assassin syndicate, Class Noir, as one of them shouted in his native Nihon,

"Kill her! For the glory of Requiem!"

They descended from the rooftops in rapid pace, each moving swiftly as they brandished their sidearms...and opened fire.

@King Tai

"Good." Azuma said blunt with a curt nod. "Requiem's future hinges upon your success. Do not disappoint me, Ringo-san."

@bloonewb @CriticalHit @DriveEMOut

Once his business was settled with Ringo, Azuma returned to the others awaiting his further orders. "I see that you are all well armed. Good. The accomadations have been made for your respective missions. I expect good results from each of you. Your flights will leave early tomorrow morning. For now, rest and prepare. That is all."

@Flightless_Soul

Aya let out a laugh as she gto behind cover. She whipped out her pistol, a meager weapon compared to what her adversaries had. She poked her head out barely to fire her bullets straight into their faces. She fired twice into each face for good measure. Once she was sure they were dead she got out from behind cover and she kicked them each hard. "Sons of bitches....So sorry," she said sarcastically. She got into the car after prying the keys from Dimitri's cold hands. Then she drove to teh airport. She got on the plane after disposing of her weapons. She then called Hibana. "Pick up...please Sensei..."

@Flightless_Soul@King Tai@bloonewb@DriveEMOut

Katsuro excitedly searched the armory for the perfect weapon. Chances are with his target, Katsuro wouldn't be able to utilize a sniper rifle like he had hoped, due to close ranges. His search came to an end when he discovered two suppressed Colt 1911s in the back of the room. Small, concealable, versatile, and best of all... efficient. Katsuro thought to himself as he analyzed the guns, making certain that they were in good condition, and nothing was out of order. After deeming that the weapons were fit for use, he turned and listened to Azuma's instructions. As a response Katsuro offered a bow "As you wish, Azuma-Sama." Katsuro wanted deeply to return to the surface as quickly as possible, mainly so he could be as far away as possible from the cretins who were training in the Cistern.

@Flightless_Soul

Ringo gave a smirk "Hehe...you worry too much...Azuma-Sama..." he said getting what he needed from the armory as he listened to what Azuma was saying to the others and dispersed back to the surface to get ready for his upcoming mission. This was truly going to be fun indeed. He made plans on what he'd do and how he'd do it in order to make this a success.

It was a while before Minato waddled out of the Armory. He was so padded armor that he looked like a black orb with limbs, and decided also to take the thickest helmet in the room. In his arms was a really tiny sniper rifle, but he lugged it around like it weighed tons.

"Is this the proper equipment?" He would constantly ask passing trainees. "There isn't enough armor, right? I should get more armor? How much do bullets hurt, exactly?"