The Woman Called 663

Chapter 2 .~HIM~.

                                                                                                    .~HIM~.

    Inside a dark room that held no light, not from the star, the moon, sun, or from man and in a corner held the sound of water dripping rhythmically like a ballerina and when the dancer hit the concrete floor it jumped back into the sky, split into many other backup dancers. However, as soon as it leaped, fell faster. It could not reach the cloud from where it had come from. Just like the girl in the center of the room.

    The girl sat with her clothed bum on the floor with her legs on either side of her like the letter 'm'. Her pure stark, white hair fell neatly to the floor, held together by a piece of cloth placed just underneath her shoulder blades. She wore a black oversized shirt tucked underneath baggy black shorts. Her master didn't want to spend much time or money getting her clothes that would fit her muscular, small frame.

    In front of her was a broken, dirty book and every time the droplet fell she would turn a page and continue on reading. Her black pearl eyes scanned across the pictures on the page. This page held her favorite picture of a man wearing a yellow hugging a smiling monkey, so she spent three droplets before she flipped the page. When she had read the same book thirty times she heard footsteps coming to the metal door of her cell. She quickly shoved the book down her shirt and waited silently for the clicking of the locked door unlocking. She watched the crystal clear lines of the door move as the door slid open revealing a thin, sickly man.

    "It's noon, Master wants to see you in his office." The man's mouth moved in slow motion after the words had already left the room.

    The girl stood and followed the man up four flights of stairs before they reached ground level. The building was like a normal house except for was hidden underneath the habitation. When the sun-kissed the girl's skin you could see how bruised her face was. It was like the bruises dusted her like makeup. Her plump lips were cracked and one was freshly oozing crimson blood. They walked up two more flights before standing directly in front of a carved wooden door.

    The man in front of her knocked on the door three times. The deafening noise didn't bother her anymore, in fact, she welcomed it over the sound of hearts beating in excitement when she trained with Reikoku or Master.

    "Come in." The rough crackled voice belonged to her master.

    The man in front of her opened the door and walked in. The girl waited out in the hall, staring at a crack in the door frame.

    "Reikoku, bring her with you." Master ordered when he noticed that the girl didn't leave the hall.

    The man that just entered walked back out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into the room. Reikoku shoved her forward roughly, causing her to trip over her own bare feet. The cloth that loosely tied her hair came undone as she fell and her white hair twisted around her elegantly like earth does to the sun.

    Her hair reflected the light, catching a certain man's attention. He was stunned by her hair and the data stream markings on her forehead, but not only that the bruises of a recent beating made her seem weak.

    He was someone she had never seen here before. He stood at 6'1'' with his back straight like a tree, straight and alive. In the girl's vision, the lines that outlined him moved and danced across his body in alluring ways.

    She somehow couldn't take his eyes off him. The way his combed black hair was flipped to the side and settled against his forehead and cheekbones. His thin lips were turned in a frown that hasn't seen a smile in years and his sharp almond eyes stared daggers into her and his slightly upturned nose looked down on her.

    "She's too clumsy." The man's voice was smooth and deep, but cold like the bottomless ocean.

    "Don't worry, she's been trained thoroughly," Master spoke and the man scoffed and scowled at the girl.

    "Come here." The girl slowly stood and calmly walked to her master's side.

    He pulled her into his lap and forced her head to lay on his shoulder. Her head was bent at an awkward angle but her expression held no indication of discomfort, in fact, it held no expression at all.

    "This is 663." The man's eyebrows rose, pulling a small scar above his right eyebrow, at Master's words.

    "The 663? The women that killed sixty mafia men in one night, 663?" The man scoffed.

    "Yes, this young girl here." Master patted my head. "I'm loaning her to you to help complete your end of the contract."

    "I haven't seen her abilities."

    "I can verify her skills. I've trained her for two years." Reikoku spoke up.

    The man swiftly turned his head to Reikoku and stared him down. She could feel the killing intent roll off him like rain. Reikoku felt a shiver sling down his spine.

    "Remember your place." Master lowered his voice to a deadly tone forcing Reikoku into submission.

    Reikoku kneeled and apologized to Master.

    "Mayou, you have three years to complete your end of the deal, meanwhile she's yours." Master tone returned to normal when he started talking to this man.

    663 looked up to master, still processing what he said. She thought, 'does this mean I'm leaving?'. She looked to the man, whose name might be Mayou. She wasn't very keen on catching hidden details in sentences.

    Mayou looked at the girl his partner claimed to be 663. Her eyes, so pitch black held his dull green eyes. The demons he saw in them convinced him that she saw plenty of death. "Pleoh." He broke eye contact with her and faced his colleague. "You better hope she's useful." His fierce eyes made Pleoh shiver.

    663 could feel her Master shake and she looked at him, but before she could look at his face, he stood up, dropping her to the floor. She naturally fell to the ground, using her muscles to guide her through the movement to softly land on the floor. Pleoh calmly walked over to Mayou and held out his to give him a firm shake to seal their deal. Afterward, Pleoh turned to 663. "663."

    Her name made her look up.

    "This man is your new master, you listen to his every word. Do you understand?" His tone was firm and demanding.

    663 learned many new actions in the two years she's lived in this large assassin training camp and the one she used the most was nodding. It was the first word she learned too. She knew how to speak, but she wasn't efficient at it despite Pleoh persistent training, so she opted to just use movements more than her words. It seemed to work good enough for Pleoh because the less she talked the more people avoided her which reduced the chance that she could build a bond with anyone.

    So like always she nodded and stood to walk over to Mayou. When she was ten feet in front of him she kneeled to the floor like a knight, her forehead parallel with the wood beneath her feet. Pleoh grinned at her willingness to follow his orders completely, however, Mayou did not have the same reaction. He did not find joy in her readiness to kneel for a stranger. He clicked his tongue at her before walking out the door.

    663 stayed where she was, waiting to be given the order to follow him. Pleoh frowned at her, she still hasn't learned when and when not to follow. In anger, he stood and slammed his fist down on the table and spoke with his teeth clenched, "Follow him!"

    663 ran out of the room, lightly on her feet and without a sound before Pleoh's mouth closed in slow motion. Quietly she made it to Mayou who was already walking to his small black car. He got in the driver's side and swiftly placed his thumb on a button, waiting for the sound of the car to come alive.

    She waited by his door, unsure of what he wants her to do. He looked at her when he realized she was just standing there.

    "Get in the car." He sounded irritated to her like her appearance was a burden.

    She learned from her Master how to get into a car, so like she was taught she pulled on the door handle and climbed in. Although, she had open the driver's door and sat on Mayou's lap.

    "What are you doing?" Mayou was dumbfounded by how stupid she was.

    663 turned to look at him. Her eyes held a young innocence that irritated him.

    "Get in an empty seat." He pointed to the passenger side and sighed after she climbed into her seat.

    He watched as she just sat there, looking out the window. "Put your seatbelt on."

    She looked at him quizzically. He leaned his head back and huffed while cursing Pleoh before reaching over 663 and grabbing the belt.

    She grew tense when she saw his hand approaching, waiting for the punishment, but it never came. His hand passed right by her and she heard a click before she watched him snap the metal end into its contraption. She examined him as he pulled the car out into the street, his shoulders were tense and his eyebrows scrunched together, but she just sat there and watched the scenery pass by his head.

    The colors of autumn jumbled together, but when she saw what she learned to be a bird, she slowed down everything around her just so she could glimpse at the bird a little longer. Her head and eyes followed the bird till it left her vision, then quickly time sped up, but she kept looking in the bird's direction. Oh, how she desired to get closer to that bird. Ever since she first heard a bird it had been the only thing she wanted, needed, and desired but her Master never allowed her to.

    Slowly her beating heart calmed to its normal few beats per minute thump and she could look away. She laid her head against the seat and closed her eyes and fell asleep.

                                                                                            .~663.~

    Mayou pulled into his parking spot in the garage of his apartment building that he owned and lived in. He turned off his car and looked over at the girl he was made to take care of. Her chest lifted softly and her light pink lips were slightly a jar. He climbed out of the car and went over to her side and opened the door. She slipped slightly as her head was rested against the window. He quickly held her head with his arm and reached over to unbuckle her. He picked her up with his arms behind her back and underneath her knees.

    Her head laid on his shoulder and her hands rested on her stomach as he carried her to the elevator and into his bedroom, before he finally dumped her on the couch. She stirred slightly, but she just rolled over on her side to face the backrest and clutched the book still lodged beneath her shirt.

    He sighed while he tugged his tie loose and threw it on the floor and undressed to his boxes on his way to his loft. He pulled an plaited pajama pants and laid on his blankets. He stared at the blank ceiling and sighed. A girl with chocolate brown hair and a blinding smile entered his mind. He smiled at her, but when she faded away pain contorted his face and he covered his face with his arm and rolled over to his side. His heart clenched and gasped at the memory.

    He uncovered his head and reached over to grab a blue medicine bottle and downed two pills without any water. He climbed under his blue comforter that matched with his sheets and the paint on the walls and he clapped his hand which made the lights react and slowly shut off.

                                                                                                .~663~.

    The stars and moon still light up the night when 663 awoke from a gentle dream of singing birds. She sat up, intrigued by the soft surface she laid upon. Her Master never let her experience comforting things in order to train her endurance in any situation, so she got accustomed to sleeping on hard, cold grounds. She moved her attention to her surroundings, in front of her was a large electronic that Reikoku called a tv. Directly behind a tv is a short staircase that leads to a small bedroom with few decorations and to her left was a small fancy kitchen with a small one chaired table.

    The rooms were all sparkly clean except for the few clothes thrown about the place. There was only one window in the current place she was at, so she pulled up a chair next to the window and looked at the stars. She didn't know any of their names, but the designs that twirled about the sky always amazed her. She rarely felt anything, but for nature of the purest form, she felt emotions.

    She pulled out the book from her shirt and looked it over till she read it six times, but after awhile she got tired of the quiet and put the book down. She listened to her surrounding in hopes to hear the birds talk, but instead, she heard a strange noise. It was loud but raged. She only heard this noise while fighting, the fast beating of the heart that made breathing fast and short. Someone was fighting something.

    She shoved the book down her shirt and made her way up the short stairs, following the noise. She was kneeled on the ground, swiftly moving on her toes ending up by a bed. She saw Mayou alone. He wasn't fighting and this confused her. She didn't know why he was breathing hard so she climbed in next to him and watched her surroundings. She wanted to be prepared for an attack in case his breathing was a premonition to one.

    She watched and waited, way into the night. She looked up at the ceiling in boredom. She hated waiting, so she pulled out her book and looked through the pages, however she still left her attention to her surrounding from the range of 10 miles.

    The sun was starting to rise when her ears twitched at the sound of Mayou shuffling. She looked at him and waited for him to sit up. His hair was rustled and his mind foggy. He yawned and looked to his left and froze.

    "How long have you been there?" Mayou shoved out.

    663 tilted her head to the side and put her fingers to her mouth. She moved them apart slowly as if to replicate speaking. Slowly soft sounds left her mouth, "A-afhile."

    Mayou's eyes widened. He wasn't expecting her to be this incapable. What did that man, Pleoh do to her? He looked away and rubbed his neck before leaning against his palm. "Awhile?" He questioned her.

    She nodded her head in answer before she opened her mouth again, "You soundened weird. I watch to you from attacck." He moved her hands above her hand and formed claws.

    He sighed because he knew what she was talking about, his nightmares. He rubbed his hand down his face and looked to the ceiling. Orange peaked through the clouds above the ceiling windows. "What time is it?"

    663 tilted her head to the side. "Time, time became fifth of morning."

    "Five a.m?"

    She nodded her head.

    "I have a meeting at seven. You're coming with me, go get ready."

    She nodded her head at his command and started to place the book in her shirt again. Mayou noticed the childish book and promptly asked, "Why do you have a children's book?"

    663 looked at him then to her book before finally looking at him and saying, "Me like art."

    Mayou was silent for a while leaving her to believe that she had said something wrong. "Me sorry."

    Mayou just hummed in response while he stood, turning his back to her. She took that as a confirmation to leave the room and so packed her stuff and went to the one bag that she was allowed to bring. Pleoh never gave her anything more expensive than her work uniform which was kept in pristine condition. She pulled out a two-piece outfit and stripped down to her dirty undies.

    She first slipped her arms through a white button up shirt that had no sleeves except for this one long fabric on each shoulder that attached to little hoops on the front and back. The shoulder straps were black and loosely reached to her elbow to provide mobility. She fastened up the eight small, black buttons, starting from the top and working her way down. Then she pulled on her black pants.

    Leather was sewn on her hips, expanding from a hoop underneath the pant's buttons. There was also leather on her knees to give her better protection. From the small hoop on her pants was more fabric like on her shoulders. On each leg was two of different lengths one right above the other. However, these straps were white and attached to the ones closer to her hips was small handgun holsters.

    A number of small knives were hidden in her long brown boots and underneath a leather piece wrapped under her breasts that stopped just below the valley of her bosom. She had just finished sheathing her knives when Mayou came out dressed in a neat black tux with a red dress shirt.

    "So he does give you proper clothes." He examined her clothes and they certainly were unique to the assassin they called 663.

    "Work only." She nodded her head to him.

                                                                                                    .~663.~

    A black car passed through the paved streets of Paris and onto a dirt pathway. It led to a large mansion that held the high official mafia man, Giuseppe Silvio. He's a man who over forty years has helped Mayou in becoming one of the greatest underworld leaders in the world, all of the Mafia gang's Omo.

    "I guess meeting can be considered work. Come the car is waiting." He clapped his hands and all the lights turned off and he walked out the door with 663 following behind him.

    Inside the car was an awkward silence between an estranged couple. A girl with white hair that had no shadows was leaned against the window watching the car travel further into the forest.

    "663 what do you know about Giuseppe." The man known as Mayou asked as he sat in the driver's seat.

    She looked over to him and placed her fingers on her bottom lip and forcefully moved it up and down before she spoke, "He big man in world. Second to Mayou Nakusu."

    "Yes, he's my right-hand man. I go to him for information since he's been in this business ten years before me. Pleoh introduced me to him and Giuseppe trained me. He's the only man I trust and I want you to give him your best respect." Mayou shifted his eyes to her's for a swift second before quickly moving them back to the road after seeing her nod.

    663 felt a twitch in her gut when they were ten miles from the city and five miles from the mansion. She swiftly swiveled her head to survey the surrounding trees. She hurriedly tried getting out of her seat but the seatbelt kept her to the seat. She twisted and turned until she slid under the contraption pulling the waist belt over her head and climbing out the open sunroof.

    Mayou saw her frantic actions and slammed on breaks when he saw her mount the roof.

    "What are you doing!" He easily unbuckled and opened his door.

    663 noticed his actions and quickly slammed the door, she motioned for him to stay and ran into the woods. Her steps were large and silents. In just four steps she was a mile into the forest. From the leather sewed on her shirt, she pulled a small knife between each finger on both hands and tossed all eight in different direction. Soon a chorus of grunts and gurgles resounded through the branches.

    Men and women fell from trees and behind trunks of wood, many had knives sticking from their throats, for all but one. A woman had been stabbed through the leg and she was on her back clutching her bleeding thigh. 663 strode over to the woman and grabbed her by the throat. 663 had meant to kill all of them, but this woman had immediately moved out of the way, sadly not quick enough as she was still injured. 663 pulled out a knife and went to go stab the women in her stomach when a loud shout stopped her.

    "STOP!!' Mayou came bursting through the tree line.

    663 pulled her hand back and dropped the kunai letting it clatter against a rock. The erupt loud sound rang in her ear causing her to drop the female. 663 clung to her ears and kneeled to the floor, trying to get the sound to stop while also trying to allowing her Master to know that she acknowledge his presence.

    "They're part of Giuseppe's guard. He has them posted everywhere throughout his land and we have been in his land since we touched the dirt road." Mayou came to the wounded women, completely passing 663 who slowly uncovered her ears.

    Mayou went to pull out the kunai, but 663 stopped him with a hand.

    "Missed target, still deadly if pull." She said while unclipping a strap from her shoulder.

    She wrapped the strap tightly above the wound making the woman groan.

    Mayou nodded before pulling out a cell phone and dialing a phone number. His one-sided conversation could be heard.

    "One of your guards have been injured and the rest are dead." A mumble came from the phone before Mayou spoke again.

    "No need to panic, this was a one-time thing." Mayou's voice was deadly as his stern eyes turned to 663. "Just prepare a doctor because I think her artery has been severed." He hung up and came to the woman.

    "Giuseppe is going to take care of you." He picked her up and walked back to the car.

    663 slowly followed behind, wiping the bloody hands on her pants, coating them in the dark liquid that glowed her vision. Not much was shown in her expression, but her confusion at her Master's actions was as clear as a mudded crystal. She watched as he gently placed the women in the back and climbed into the driver's side and without waiting for her he drove off. It was clear to her that her Master was mad and the fact that he was leaving, unsettled her. For the first time since her awakening two years ago, she felt an emotion.

    She watched the dust fly up behind his black car and before it left the field of her vision she chased after it but made sure to stay a certain distance away. She ran to clear her mind and her heart. Master Pleoh told her to kill evil and so that is what she did.

                                                                                                .~HIM.~End.~

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