Their Fallen Star (KarmaxOCxNagisaxItona?)

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Vivian silently stood with her back to the wall in the dark apartment building, waiting for her target to get home, knowing he would be here any minute. She heard the key slide into the lock, the door opening and closing, and then footsteps across the floor. Vivian silently pulled her knives from the sheathes at her hips and waited for him to enter the living room. He walked past her hiding spot beside the wall, heading for his room without bothering to turn on the lights. He never saw death coming. Fast as lightning, she was behind him, quickly kicking him in the back of his knee, causing his knees to buckle as he fell to the ground right at her feet. She quickly wrapped her left arm around his shoulders pulling him close to her body to prevent him from struggling, and using her right arm to slash his throat, she severed his carotid artery while she used her other knife in tandem to stab him deeply in the heart with a twist of her blade. Ken Daiki died instantly. She slowly lowered him the rest of the way to the floor, laying him on his back and proceeded to remove the blade from his chest. Without pausing for even a second, she started to cut off fingers and toes, the task taking a lot more strength than the girl appeared to possess. After she had finished cutting one off, she would put the piece in a plastic shopping bag she had brought for just this purpose before starting on the next finger and continuing on to the toes. After she finished with that, the bag was full of body parts. She then took her gun from a holster under her arm and grabbed the silencer from her pocket. Attaching the pieces together, she took aim and shot out the man's teeth. Quickly separating the gun and the silencer, she put them both away and reached into the man's business suit, taking his wallet and keys. Finally, she took his watch and a single golden ring he had on his pinky before standing up and heading towards the window. Her target had lived on the fourth floor of an expensive apartment building, so she took the same route she used to enter the building without being seen to leave as well. Carefully climbing out, she crouched on the window sill and jumped over ten feet to the roof of the building across the street. Looking back at the building she had just left, sitting so dark and quiet, you would never have known that a brutal assassination had just taken place. Who knew when the body would be discovered? Probably not till Tuesday or Wednesday, when the workers would finally notice none of them had seen their boss, nor heard from him since his last meeting on the previous Friday. Vivian felt absolutely nothing about what she did as she went to a darker corner over on the other side of the roof and grabbed the black backpack she had stashed there. Opening it up, she took out a towel and a bottle of water, wiping off her gloved hands, face, and knives before putting them back in their sheaths and storing them in her backpack. Dropping the towel she quickly stripped out of her bloody black leather pants, blood soaked black turtle neck, and her blood splattered boots and gloves, as well as the underarm sheath for her knives; trying not to look at her exposed skin as she silently pulled on a pair of clean black with pink stripped leggings, running shorts, a new pair of fingerless leather gloves, a tank top, her knives, and a light pink sweatshirt to hide her blades. A pair of bright pink tennis shoes with highlighter yellow laces and some headphones wrapped around her neck completed the look of a late night jogger; well, pretty close anyway. She still looked like she was a ten year old who had no business being out this late on her own, but since she hadn't bothered to put anything on to make herself look older she just pulled her sweatshirts hood up to slightly hide her face. Wrapping the bloody clothing and shoes in the towel, she put them into another plastic bag and shoved the whole thing into the backpack as well before zipping it up. Slinging the bag onto her shoulder, she made her way to the edge of the roof. Looking around to see if there was anyone in the alley below her, listening closely and scenting the air as well, just to be sure. Seeing and sensing no one right then she took the fire escape down to the alley. She could have easily jumped down as it would have been faster, but explaining why she was there would be a lot easier than explaining how she survived a jump from the fourth story of a building; on the off chance that she had missed someone watching her. Once she reached the ground, she  made her way towards the pick-up location where she would wait for her car back to Tokyo, after she had completed her final evening tasks, that is. She was halfway to her first destination when she scented something new. Still walking like nothing was wrong; she took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of the alley. She smelled the same garbage, blood, drugs, alcohol and the old scent of stale sweat she had detected in this alley when she walked this way earlier, but the scent of sweat seemed to be stronger, fresher, and she smelled a strong burst of citrus cologne that wasn't there before... she knew she was no longer alone in the alley. Listening closely, she could hear the brush of clothing against itself, sneakers hitting the pavement that sounded overly loud, along with the individual breathing and heartbeats of at least four humans . From scent, she could tell they were younger males and that they didn't have guns, but her instincts told her they were armed, and that she was being hunted. Looking around, making sure she looked as confused as possible, she looked all around her spinning in a complete circle. She saw about a block behind her, a group of men in dark clothing heading her way. They were trying to be stealthy, but Vivian knew what they were doing. She knew she could easily out run them, but she decided she rather take them out, telling herself it was for training, but deep down, where she never, ever went, so deep she didn't even really know that the place existed in the first place, the truth was, she didn't want to leave these people and let them hurt someone else in her place. Taking a left instead of a right at the next alley she made her way to where she knew was a dead end, making it look all the while like she was lost and trying to find her way home, when in reality she knew Yokohama like the back of her hand. She had studied maps and looked online on the ride here, to know where to find anything and everything Yokohama had to offer, just like she always did before she went out on a job, making sure she knew where she was at any given time no matter what might happen. When she reached the end of the alleyway, she listened to make sure they were still behind her and were close enough to hear before saying in a concerned and fearful tone, "Oh no, I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere! My phone is dead, so I can't even call for help! Oh, what am I supposed to do now?" She said in a completely natural sounding English voice. This is way too over the top, but they will almost definitely take the bait, she thought to herself. Vivian looked around in what she hoped was despair and not the blank, nothing look she usually had, when the four men who had been following her came around the corner. They all had hoods shielding their heads and were trying to hide their faces, but Vivian already had caught a glimpse earlier, and that was all she would need to remember them. Giving them one last chance to end this peacefully, she faked a relieved yet excited smile, "Ohmygosh, Hi! I am like totally lost! I'm visiting for the week from America and I can't figure out where to go to get back to my hotel. Can y'all help me out?" Vivian continued in her native sounding English. The figures looked at each other and grinned jabbing at each other all the while speaking in her usual dialect of Japanese, "We hit the jackpot!," one of the guys said, as another chimed in, "We don't have to just rob her either we can take her back and have some fun! It'll be a while until someone comes looking for her." The tallest of the group just grunted. "Let's get her boys," said the shortest of the men, causing Vivian to tilt her head slightly in confusion. She expected the orders to have come from the tall, grunting male. The short one must be the leader of the small gang as they all immediately rushed to do what he said. Vivian started to reach for her knives she had hidden under her sweatshirt, but she forced herself to stop. This wasn't a part of her assignment and she couldn't risk getting caught with corpses, so instead she took a deep breath and prepared for them to strike, throwing her backpack behind her where it landed against the wall out of the way. She didn't have to wait long for them to come to her. Two of the guys reached her first, and they immediately grabbed her wrists in an iron tight grip, trying to pr
event her escape. Stepping closer to the one on her right, she quickly kneed him in the groin. Bending forward with a gasp of pain, he let go of her wrist. Before he could recover, she grabbed the back of his head with her newly freed hand and rammed his nose directly into her knee, making sure to hold back slightly so she didn't accidently kill him. She heard a very satisfying crunch as he fell, unconscious and with a newly shattered nose, to the ground. She had moved so fast the man holding her other wrist hadn't even noticed what was going on till his friend had hit the pavement, but by then it was already too late. Before he could get over his shock she quickly grabbed the collar of his sweatshirt, twisted her hand and grabbed the wrist with her left arm that he was still holding on to, and used her right leg to sweep his left leg out from under him, effectively knocking him to the ground with a puff of dirt, knocking the air from his lungs. Vivian quickly kicked him in the temple, making sure just to knock him out completely before he could get back up to join the fight. Blank violet eyes looked over to where the other two men stood in complete disbelief, their own eyes wide before they narrowed in anger at what they had witnessed, "Dude, don't just stand there! GET HER!" The leader shouted the order with a glare at the giant standing at his side. With a nod, he rushed towards Vivian. She had to look up to see his face, as he was over six feet tall, and his fist was about the same size as her head. Any sane, normal person would immediately be freaking out and would try to run away from the giant, but not Vivian. She calmly stood and waited until he was two feet from her, and then she sprang into action. Quickly running towards him, her body bent to avoid the punch he had thrown at her head as she got close. As soon as she was close enough, she crouched, jumping so high the kick she threw out as she jumped struck him square in the jaw, the hit so strong she felt his jaw break as she sent him flying back into a cluster of trash cans. The cans fell over with a loud CLANG, as he fell back with a groan. He didn't get back up. Vivian landed lightly before she turned back towards the leader. His hood had fallen down, revealing a young looking man, probably in his mid-twenties Vivian guessed, with green eyes that were filled with hate and rage. "You three are a bunch of idiots! How hard is it to nab one lone bitch!?" He shook his head in angry exasperation as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. "I guess if you want something done right, you've just got to do it yourself." As the man spoke he was walking towards Vivian with a lecherous look on his face, "I guess this means I get to keep you all for myself, since I'm the only one standing and all. If you come quietly, I promise not to cut you up into little tiny pieces," he said with a maniacal laugh. Suddenly, he lunged, the blade aimed at her stomach. Vivian side stepped to the left, stepping out of the way of the blade and leaving the man completely exposed to her attack. Vivian punched him twice in the stomach and aimed a roundhouse kick at his kidneys, knocking him back a few steps and causing him to bend over as he threw up from the force of the strikes. Vivian waited for him to straighten, the knife still clutched tightly in his hand as he made another mad dash to slash her. Again Vivian calmly ducked out of the way, letting him lunge right past her as she quickly punched him twice in the spleen on his way past her. He stumbled, grasping his side in pain as he took hurried breaths. "You little shit," he growled, quickly throwing his knife with deadly accuracy, something Vivian had not expected. She moved to avoid the knife, but still felt a slight burn as it scraped the skin off her upper arm. Hissing when she hadn't avoided the hit, she decided it was time to end the fight. While he stood with an arrogant grin now that he had actually hit her, she reached back and grabbed a throwing knife she always had hidden in between her shoulder blades whenever she went out on an assassination, and threw it at his right shoulder, throwing with enough strength she knew it would dig deep into the bone. While he yelped in pain Vivian ran forward and with a flying kick aimed directly at the knife, driving it even deeper into the bones in his shoulder. Quickly landing lightly in front of him as he stumbled back and screamed in pain, clutching his injured shoulder, she swept both of his legs out from under him and he hit the back of his head hard as he fell to the ground with a THUD, causing him to become dazed, his arms flopping uselessly to the ground. Vivian stood up and lightly brushed herself off. Checking her arm, she saw that the bleeding had already stopped but that she would definitely have to fix her sweatshirt later. Luckily, there wasn't too much blood on her, so as long as she was careful and didn't stand directly under any street lights, no one should notice. The wound itself was already closed, a scar that looked months' old already covering where the cut had just been. Seeing that it was fine, she calmly walked over to where the leader of the merry band had fallen and she straddled his chest, lightly slapping his face. "Wakey Wakey sleepy head. You don't want to miss the fun," Vivian giggled, as the man opened his eyes. When he saw what was happening his eyes widened in fear. For while Vivian had grabbed the handle of the knife buried deep into his shoulder, she slowly, oh so slowly, started to pull it out, a maniacal look on her face as she spoke in an animated tone. "Oh this hurts, I know, but you don't have to be such a baby about it," she said as the man screamed in agony. "I've had this done to me so many times before I've lost count! I stopped screaming after the first three times. AND I was only SEVEN! You should be doing much, much, better than me as an adult." The girl continued as the knife slowly slid further and further out of his shoulder, the blade covered in blood. The man continued to scream and scream, and Vivian just continued to laugh and laugh. You would have thought she was having the time of your life, enjoying every scream and every cry, but you would have been wrong. While on the outside, she seemed to be enjoying herself, but on the inside, she was almost completely numb. She felt just as empty as she had since she had gotten to Yokohama and heard she would be dismembering a body, only feeling a light satisfaction that she had stopped these men from hurting someone else, and that they had gotten what was coming to them, but even that feeling was buried so deep she didn't know this. She was on autopilot, doing the job her trainers had beaten into her after all these years as she tortured the man who wanted to rape, torture, and kill her. As the knife finally popped free with a small sucking sound, the man's screaming had turned to whimpering, tears and snot dripping down his face. Leaning her face close enough that their noses were almost touching, she spoke in a deceptively sweet and childish voice. "Now that we have seen what can happen, I don't think you or your friends will ever do this ever again, huh? Because if I find out you or any of them did anything," she gestured towards the fallen men with the knife, blood sliding off it to fall onto the dirty concreate with a drip, "I will hunt you down and finish the job. OK?" The man's eyes were glazed with pain and fear, but he nodded his head emphatically, his eyes laser focused on the knife. Vivian gave his head a light pat like a dog, "Good boy. I'll be taking your knife with me as a souvenir, ok? Have a good night now." After picking up the knife he had thrown at her, along with the knife she had thrown, and her backpack, she gave him a smile and a finger wave before slowly leaving the alley and heading towards the river.