The Woman Called 663

Chapter 3.~She's the one~.

    “What the hell happened!” An angry holler thundered through a large rustic yet modern mansion.

    “I just hired a guard and she didn’t know who they were and attacked.” The flowing, gentle voice belonged to a bowing man dressed in a nice tux.

    “Keep your goddamn people in control!” The first man was angry and 663 knew it.

    She sat on a tiled ground outside an office door with the letters ‘GS’ on a metal placard. She curled her legs under her and settled onto her knees as she read her book.

    “What kind of idiotic guard attacks with the intent to kill?!”

    “Sir, my guard is an assassin. You know of the women called 663.” His question wasn't a question. He and GS both knew who 663 was.

    “She, that little girl outside My office, is 663? Mayou, how did you get your hands on her?”

    “Pleoh gave her to me. He seems to be her trainer.” Mayou answered.

    GS sighed before he said, “Well, bring her in.” His tone was more uplifted and cherry while he talked to his old buddy.

    663 took this as a cue to put away her book and to stand straight with her feet together facing the door. She waited a few seconds after the door opened waiting for Mayou to motion her inside before she calmly walked inside. She stopped in front of GS's desk.

    It was compiled of a low stack of unreviewed papers that have yet to be signed and a high pile of signed documents. On his right there was a dip pen submerged in a container of India ink and on the left was a high tech laptop. On the edge closest to 663 was a name tile that said ‘Giuseppe Silvio’ in nice cursive lettering.

    “Hmmm, you have some nice curves. If I wasn't already married then I'd have you myself.” Giuseppe gave a hearty laugh as he leaned back in his chair, intertwining his fingers.

    “Be serious. You called me here for a reason. What new information do you have?” Mayou settled himself into a cushioned red chair that sat diagonally to the desk.

    “There is no new information. I just wanted to see you.” Giuseppe looked guilty to his left.

    Mayou's expression grew dark and his eye's turned to slits.”What do you mean?” His voice was deadly.

    “You never come visit and I'm reaching sixty years of age. You needed a reason to come so I gave you one.”

    “Simple as that.” Mayou looked dumbfounded, but he was still angry.

    “Simple as that.” Giuseppe nodded and grinned.

    “There are other ways to do that, You did not have to bring my wife into it!” Mayou abruptly stood up.

    He held his head high and looked a Giuseppe with his chin up and eyes cast down.

    “Come, we're leaving 663.” Mayou stormed out the door, cursing silently.

    663 took a slight, quick bow and left.

    Giuseppe sighed and leaned against his palm that was supported by his elbow that rested on his desk. “Oh boy. You'd think that after fifty years he'd calm down a bit. STACY!” He screamed for his secretary.

    A thick, heavyset woman barged in through a side door. “Yes, sir?”

    “Prepare Mayou and his companion a room.”

    “Oh, my boy Mayou came home. Honey, you brought him home to me.” Stacy jumped up in joy.

    “Yes, sweet pea I brought him home just for you.” His voice dripped with sarcasm.

    “Oh, you hunk.” She came over to kiss him on the cheek before skipping out of the room.

    Giuseppe chuckled as he watched his lovely wife leave the room.

                                                                                                    .~663~.

    Stacy had just left after she led Mayou and 663 to their room when Mayou turned his sharp eyes to 663.

    “What the hell were you thinking! Why did you attack!”

    663 stared at him, confused by his anger. “Why angry?”

    “Because I didn't give you an order to strike! I own you know, I don't know what Pleoh taught you but you acted without my say and you killed people! And that is why I am angry!” He pointed at her and got in her face, spit flying from his mouth.

    “Master-”

    “Pleoh is not your master, I am. You will call him his name.” Mayou interrupted her.

    “P-Pleoh said kill evil men, evil men they were.”

    Mayou was stunned, her words may no connect best but he knew what she meant, “What do you mean. How were they evil?”

    “Killing intent for Master…. Not welcomed…. So evil…. and me kill.” She struggled to find the proper words so there were pauses in between words.

    “Do you mean that they were planning to kills me?” He was confused when she nodded, “How could you tell? Are you in league with them!” That sudden thought made him angry.

    663 realized his anger and quickly shook her head and pointed to her heart repeatedly.

    “You could just feel their plans?” He didn’t believe it and was even more bewildered when she shook her head.

    “Me sense in here…. Killing intent.” She pointed to her gut.

    “So they did want to kill me.” He ran his hand down his face and sighed, “Don't leave that spot, I'll be back.” He then left the room, slamming the door behind.

    663 watched him leave and kept her eyes on the door, not moving any more than that. She stared at the wall and examined the room. There was a large sliding glass door that led to a balcony that sat directly across from the door and to her right was a large king bed and a few feet beside the bed was a small twin sized bed. In her eyes, the walls were coated in a deep black that had little pale white outlines of lilies. She turned her head and saw a dresser that was already filled with clothes and piled with papers and a lamp.

    With her toes she could feel a white, soft carpet that enveloped her bare feet, her shoes were by the mansions entrance way, but her weapons were still attached to her ankles with hard leather sheaths. She could use every weapon, but she preferred to use short swords and smaller dagger like the kunai. They were silent and provided a ranged and close combat style that her line of work required. Remembering her work reminded her of the blood that still remained on her clothes and hands. It was dried by now, but it was still glued to her skin, so while she waited for her Master to return, she picked at the flaking blood.

                                                                                                .~663~.

    Giuseppe looked to his door at the sound of a persistent knocking, he just stared at it for a good few minutes. The knocking slowly turned into pounding and jiggling of the door handle before Stacy stormed into the office.

    “QUIET THAT RACKET!” She placed her hands on her hips and glared at Giuseppe, “Let'em in already.”

    “The door is locked and I didn't feel like getting up.” He reasoned.

    “So ya let the door holler at ya. Aren't you a leader of a prosperous, large gang? How can ya be so lazy.” She marched to the door, swinging it open only to shout a glee and pull the awaiting man into her bosom, “Mayou! My boy!”

    “Hi, aunt Stacy. Good to see you.” His cheek was squashed into his face as Stacy swung him around.

    “What brings ya back here not even ten minutes after I lead ya to your room?” She pushed him back and held him by the shoulders.

    “I have some things to ask Giuseppe. Can you give us a moment, please.”

    “Of course, sweet cheeks.” She kissed him on his chin since he was too high for her short stature and went back to where she came from.

    Giuseppe watched his wife walk back into her secretary office before he asked, “What do you need to discuss.”

    “I just got informed that your people tried to kill me.” Mayou plopped himself down on the chair.

    “What do you mean? Who told you that?” Giuseppe was no longer playful.

    He sat straight in his chair and his stern eyes never strayed from Mayou's.

    “It's the reason my guard killed your men. She sensed killing intent.”

    “But how she know that they were going after you?” Giuseppe never doubted a word out of Mayou’s mouth.

    He knew that Mayou would never lie or joke around with him about these subjects. Mayou smirked and pointed to his gut. “Me sense here. Is what she said. It's quite funny.”

    “Seems like you have a capable guard this time.”

    “Yes, I got lucky that she was trained as an assassin or else...” Mayou looked off into the distance not finishing his sentence, but Giuseppe knew what he meant.

    “I'll have the leader of that group brought in and questioned. I leave you to the woman that wasn't killed.” Giuseppe smirked along with Mayou.

    The blond woman, Mandie, smiled at Mayou and nodded her head. She finished the wrap with a smiley sticker and patted the women's knee in front of her. “Come back soon, for another checkup and change that bandage regularly. I'll see you later, Laguna.”

    Laguna smiled shyly and nervously looked at the man by the door.

    “What do you want with me?” She asked timidly.

    “I think you know. Who ordered my death?” Mayou wasn't going to beat around the bush.

    “Omo, I don't understand what you mean.” She looked at the floor and fiddled with her fingers.

    Mayou smirked and stalked towards her. “You know. So tell me. Who gave you the orders.” His voice turned threatening and deadly.

    Laguna's body shook and she trembled when he grabbed hold of her hair in his tight fist.

    “Tell me.” He gritted through his teeth and she watched his eyes dilate and grow smaller.

    “O-o-ou-our g-group leader. H-he asked u-us to-to-to-” She held onto his hand with both of hers when he started to shake her.

    “To what.”

    “To kill 663! She's dangerous! She shouldn't exist in this world!” Laguna found her inner voice and spoke with confidence and a raised voice, unlike the first time she spoke.

    “What does Zhang want with 663?” Mayou was surprised to hear that it was her they were after.

    “I don't know! Just let me go!” She kicked and punched at him, but this just made him angrier.

    He pulled her off the bed and dragged her out of room kicking and screaming. He threw her down some stairs that lead to the cells where they keep and torture people, discreetly. She tumbled down the step screeching as her stitches tore open. Blood spilled onto the concrete, cold ground. Laguna crawled up the wall to stand and limped to a corner, running away from the man that had waves of evil emitting off of him.

    Mayou held none of his intentions back. He cornered her and came upon her like a cheetah and grabbed her by the waist. Her back was pressed against his side and her feet flailed in the air. She dug her nails into the skin on his arms and was thrown onto the ground. The sounds of her flesh hitting the floor resounded through the sealed room.

    “L-Laguna?” A tired voice broke the dark of the room.

    “Zhang?” Laguna looked up and a man, beaten and tied to a chair with a single torch light glowing on him.

    “Now Zhang, why did you give them the order to kill 663?” Mayou's lowered his head to Laguna's height and placed a hand under her chin, wrapping his long fingers around her neck.

    Zhang just stared at him, clenching his teeth in anger. Mayou smirked. “I see. It seems I'm going to have to force your hand.” The hand on Laguna's throat tightened.

    She gripped his finger but his strength was too strong, he was crushing her trachea.

    A chorus of screams and thrashing resounded through the walls, traveling to 663's ears. 663 looked to the door, but she didn't move or move from her spot. She didn't even flinch when the saddening scream of a woman followed after gunshots. She just stood completely still, no emotion, no heart movement, just silence.

                                                                                                    .~663~.        

    “We have a mission in two weeks. During the wait we will stay here.” Mayou untied his tie and hanged it up on a hook near the door. “There's going to be a party at Tagetto. Tomorrow, Giuseppe will give us more details but for tonight he's just going to let us rest.” Mayou finished hanging his jacket and moved to the small kitchen in the other room.

    From where 663 was standing she couldn't see his movements, but she could hear him pulling out pans and packages. She listened to the sizzling of oil and meat and let the smell waft into the bedroom.

    Mayou was making hamburger helper and when he had gone to get a towel from the bathroom he noticed that 663 was still standing by the door.

    “What are you doing? Come to the table. Dinner is almost done.” He grabbed his towel and walked back into the kitchen that held a small round table.

    663 slowly followed him and choose the chair that faced him while he worked. She watched him sling the towel over his shoulder and reroll his dress shirt sleeves up to his elbows. His muscles bunched and released creating a rhythmic wave of white lines. She enjoyed his calming waves. It wasn't messy or erratic like Pleoh's, it was different and for some reason, she preferred it over Pleoh's. She looked down at her hands and noticed that all that there was no blood left on her hands. She looked back up to Mayou and watched him dance across the floor as he poured the food on plates. Slowly a small smile crept its way up, although it didn't go far as her zygomaticus muscles couldn't allow anymore movement from underuse.

    She hid her smile away when Mayou turned around to pass out the plates. He sat across from her and hungrily dug into his food, trying to relax his tense, angry muscles. 663 just stared at it, examining the white lines on her plate. She could tile that it was a pile on top of another white pile of mush. She was confused, never in her two years of memories has she ate this. It was usually just bread and water, nothing more.

    Mayou looked through his eyelashes at her and noticed that she didn't touch her plate. He was already on edge about the information he just received not too long ago and worrying over a girl that does not respect him made him boil over. So the cup that he currently had in his hand was thrown against the wall, shattering and sparkled down like little snowflakes. 663 water the white chunks hit the ground before he looked at him.

    Mayou huffed and stood from his chair, “Why aren't you eating?”

    663 tilted her head in confusion and kept silent trying to come up with the words.

    “ANSWER ME!” Mayou slammed his hands onto the table and leaned over to get in her face.

    663 placed a finger on her lips and felt it move as she asked, “This be eaten?”

    Mayou stared at her, her actions were mysterious to him. Never had he met a woman that acted like this. She churned something that he never thought he would feel until he found her again. “Yes, this is hamburger helper on mashed potatoes. You eat it with a fork.” He picked up a fork and filled it with the meal and held it in front of her lips after blowing on food to cool it down.

    She looked at it before slowly opening up and allowing him to move it into her mouth. She wrapped her lips around the fork and Mayou tried to pull back, but she wouldn't let go. He tugged gently but when it was obvious that 663 wasn't going to let go of the fork her just let go and sat back down in his chair. The tension from before left him as he watched her try to chew through the fork. He chuckled, “You can't eat the fork, take it out.”

    663 listened to his words and wrapped her finger around the handle and pulled. Her eyebrows rose when she finally tasted the mashed potatoes. She chewed quickly and stuffed her face after she swallowed. Mayou smiled at her and finished eating along with her. When he was done eating her picked up his plate and put it in the sink and waited for 663 to finish and bring it to him. She licked her lips and brought it to him, he took it and asked, “Did you enjoy it?”

    She tilted her head and contemplated the word and asked, “E-enjoy?”

    “Yeah, did you take delight in it?” He was surprised that she truly does not feel anything.

    “Denight?” She scrunched her eyebrows together.

    Mayou sighed and tossed his head to one of the beds, “You should get some sleep, but I suggest taking a shower to get cleaned off.”

    She looked at her hands and then nodded and headed off to the bathroom. Mayou leaned against the counter watching her bloody hands open the door. “Pleoh, what have you made?” He looked out to the sky and let his eyes wander between the stars.

                                                                                                                    .~663~.

    “How's eggs, bacon, and pancakes sound?” A black shadow of and man whispered about, his voice was gentle and sweet as it stood in front of her.

    She clasped her hands together and said, “Lovely. Please don't forget the chocolate chips in the eggs?”

    She heard him groan in disgust as the shadow on his face whipped about. “Only for you.” He disappeared but not even seconds later came back and spoke with a step in his voice, “Almost forgot. Good morning, @!^&$%.”

    The last part fizzled out and the white scene broke into black as her eyelids lifted and her eyes focused onto the white outlines of the ceiling. She shifted to her side and saw Mayou peacefully sleeping in his larger bed. She sat up holding her head and looked through her finger to see a bird dancing through the sky. She felt her heart stutter and her mind question, ‘What was that?’. A single tear fell from her eye, “What me forgetting?”

                                                                                        .~663~.

    A quiet conversation was occurring in the office of Giuseppe. His voice was the loudest and more prominent as he was giving out directions on a certain mission. He was making himself clear but open to discussion from Mayou. He already knew that 663 would agree to anything that they decide on.

    “You will be infiltrating Tagetto's party. He is of the smaller mafia groups, but still has the strength of a middle class. The party will occur two weeks from now, starting at nine pm. You two are going to pretend to be siblings to seclude and capture Tegetto using 663's feminity to lure him into an empty room. I'll provide you with the floor plans so make sure that you ingrain them to memory so hard that you don't even need to think about it just like the beating of your heart.”

    “Siblings? Not a couple.” Mayou spoke up.

    “It would be too troublesome if he refused because she had somebody already.” Giuseppe answered swiftly, no hesitation in his reasoning at all.

    “What would be our names? We're too well known to go without aliases.”

    “You, my good boy will be dubbed Dimash and your younger sister is named Pleva.” Giuseppe grinned like the big boy he is.

    “Seriously Dimash, named me after a Chinese singer.”

    “What you look a lot like him. Ask my wife, she'll agree too.” Giuseppe shrugged his shoulders.

    “What information do you want before I kill him?” Mayou smirked at the thought of ending Tagetto's life.

    “His purpose and if he's working for anyone and who's working for him and when you're through with him find the others.” Giuseppe twined his finger together and used his elbows as support to lean against the table.

    “Understood, but what should we do while we wait? I'm going to be quite bored if I have nothing to do.” Mayou sounded serious, but there was an underlying tone that Giuseppe could hear and he chuckled.

    “I got you covered, Tog will be taking care of you on the training aspect. He's going to go over with you on how to get a person alone.”

    “Tog! Tog the builder!” Mayou's voice grew in excitement.

    “Yes, that man.” Giuseppe chuckled.

    “I didn't know he was back!”

    “Well if you come around more often then you'd know and since he's been in Tagetto's estate before he's going to run through the layout with you.”

    Mayou nodded, the gigantic smile back on his face. Tog had been the man who trained him in combat and in how to build structures.

    “Also, I want you two to learn how to be natural siblings. You are going to learn everything about each other.”

    663 who had been listening to their conversation suddenly raised her hand to her lips and practiced words before she spoke them, “That be problem.”

    Giuseppe and Mayou looked to her and Giuseppe asked, “What can possibly be the problem about learning about each other?” He seemed doubtful and there was something about her that unsettled him now that he’s had a better look.

    “Me don't... recollect much about... me.” She struggled to put her thoughts into words and she felt relieved when she saw their understanding looks.

    “How much do you remember then?” Mayou asked leaning back against his backrest.

    “From time of awakenment...” She paused and counted on her fingers the days from today until the day she woke up two years ago. “Seven and eight hundred days.”

    Giuseppe's eyes grew wide and he rushed out, “TWO YEARS!!! How are you so skilled?” He was exasperated because if she only has two years of memories then how did she become a class SSS assassin.

    “Pleoh and Reikoku train me.” She lifted up her new shirt to reveal a large scar across her stomach from her right hip to her middle sternum. “Katana train.”

    Sympathy grew in Giuseppe's eyes as he examined the thick, red scar that had obvious evidence of lack of medical treatment.

    “I understand. Why don't you go with Stacy down to the kitchen for a while.” Giuseppe pushed a blue button on his desk phone keypad.

    A few seconds later Stacy come through her office, “What'd ya want?”

“Bring this lass with you to the kitchen.” He pointed to 663.

“Oh, 663 coming to the kitchen with me, to the kitchen, to the kitchen.” Stacy sang as she skipped to 663, pulling her up and grabbing her wrist, swinging their arms all the way out the door. Her singing heard all the way down the hallway and stairs.

    “That poor lass. You mad scientist did a large number times twenty on her.” Giuseppe sighed and leaned back in his chair hearing it squeak.

    Mayou stared at the empty doorway. “Yes, but I have a contract to fulfill and he always said that in order to get her back I was going to need the help of the person he'd train and give to me and I think she's the one. Giu you should have seen her in those woods. No hesitation and perfect precision even to a dodging target. She does it as effortlessly as Dimash does his D7s.” He looked over to Giuseppe, desperation in his green eyes. “She's the one.”

.~Ch. 3~.She's the one~. End~.                                     4128 Words