₪₪₪ Ga'Ma (ガマ) ₪₪₪

[iMarionette]

Momo grunted; he had actually begun dozing off when motion startled him from the light sleep. Words reached him and his eyes fluttered open.

 

"What are you doing here? Are you running from home?"

 

"Well," Momo yawned, shifting slightly in his position. "It's not running away if there is no home." He blinked a couple of times, noticing the jacket over his blanket. He was already soaked so it wouldn't do much good; in fact, Momo feared it would only get wet, same as him.

 

"Thanks for stopping. People don't usually do that."

 

There was shuffling coming from within the closed restaurant. Banging, only loud enough not to be swallowed by the hiss of the rain. Momo straightened up, leaned up against the wall. Lifted his head to have a better view at the young man before him. "Hear that?" Strands of coloured hair fell about the other's head. Poor light made Momo unsure whether he was hallucinating, or the man in fact wore colour on him.

[Bloodysadist]

So the other didn't have where to go?What a fucking fate.With every single second,Hiro was starting to hate the black soldiers more and more and everything connected with them.

 

"You can take the jacket,also I can even offer you a home to stay in at least for few day." Genkishi smiled lightly.His home wasn't so far from here,but he rarely was there.Most of the time he was out killing different people,which he actually hated the most.

 

Was that only Masahiro's image or for a second he noticed some black soldiers?

"You heard it as well?" Hiro was rather glad that the othe wasn't some ordinary or stupid guy and could at least notice something like that.Actually,now when he took a better look,the boy had pink hair.

 

"Interesting." He would talk with him about that later.Now they had to check what was hapening.

Genkishi had the feeling that Shiro is there,but was that true?

 

"Come with me." he grabbed the other by the hand and entered as fast as he could in the restaurant,noticing that actually the door is opened no matter that the sign was "Closed".

[Saga]

-"What you mean,mister?",the old blind man was gripping on of the soldiers' wrist since the soldier was actually holding him by the shirt,lifting him a bit - feet barely touched the floor.

 

Shika was right there,leaning by the door as the soldiers were inside the jii-san's room. Grip tight around the blade,Shiro gritted teeth, "Damn".

-"Listen,geezer, I won't play your games. Tell us where is he.",the soldier raised his free hand to slap the blind man with the back of his palm. As expected the old man fell on floor,his lip cracked abruptly and blood rushed down on lips.

Harukami was about to enter and put an end,but the old man spoke out oddly loud,as if not talking to the soldiers but to him.

-"Where birds sing there is hope,white should stay white. Thus blood should not cover it and dirty it!",he slowly got up on feet,hands on knees so he was in a slightly bent position,"A young brother of mine told me that before your army of black soldiers killed him."

 

That pierced Shika,he stood frozen there,not able to take a single step forward,not even backwards.

 

-"I think the old man is...",one of the soldiers made a gesture with finger,a sign that the man was crazy or something.

-"Yeah,seems we should put an end to his pitiful life,ahahaha.",the other replied and rose his gun.

 

-"Where birds sing...there is hope..",the jii-san repeated it by low voice,rather mumbling it. He had no fear and knew his life was to end. But to last,he insisted Shika to stay away. His message was more than clear. And Harukami knew well,when a warrior made a death wish,no power could break it. He lowered his katana and averted eyes to the side...

 

....GASH!...

 

His breath was taken away. His tears didn't fell - simply...he was too shocked to react.

"A young brother of mine told me that before your army of black soldiers killed him."

, the jii-san's words kept playing like a record in Harukami's mind. His heart pierced like by a nail. It hurt. So hurt that his mouth went dry.

 

While he was there,his pupils went widened - emotionless from the dwelling emotions in him,not a single one could take 'first',so they could be shown. Rather than the man getting shot alone,it was like Shika got ''shot'' too.

 

-"Who are you?",one of the soldiers pushed Harukami by the shoulder,to make him stumble and lean against the wall completely.

Shiro kept his gaze down,his pupils still widened. He didn't react.

-"Oi,I am talking to you,boy! Who are you?",the other got annoyed and pulled the bleached man by the top tank.

 

Harukami stayed there,just emotionless and voiceless. His breath hitched to slow and deep paces.

-"W-white...",he muttered too quietly to be heard.

-"What did you say?",the soldier leaned closer.

 

Was that Shika's end?

[iMarionette]

"How very kind of you," Momo stood, letting the blanket fall to the dirty ground. He turned away to pull his shirt off, quickly wrapping himself in the warm, still semi-dry jacket. Momo may have been raised in a house of low moral, but he'd spent enough time away since then to at least learn some basic manners. He debated on the offer of a place to stay, but reserved his reply- no sooner than he'd turned, he was being pulled along. He only just managed to grab at his sniper, breathing out as the restaurant's door swung close behind them.

 

"Hold up," Momo pulled his hand away, taking some steps backwards. His brow had narrowed into a frown and he spoke quietly, not wanting to draw attention of anyone upstairs. "You want to rush up there, be my guest, but don't pull me along. Listen-" he placed a finger over his lips, an indication to stay silent, then pointed up. Voices drifted past them, gruff, colourless voices of black soldiers. How many? Momo wasn't sure, but he wasn't about to take them on alone.

 

"Element of surprise. Don't do anything stupid, all right?" he offered to the other, sneaking off towards the stairs in a crouch. While he climbed, he shifted his sniper in his arms, preparing it for use.

 

Who are you?

Momo froze in step; the voice had been so loud up here that he'd thought at first that they spotted him. He eased up when no one grabbed at him, staying in cover while he counted the heads.

 

"W-white..."

"No way," Momo trailed off, aiming his sniper at the black soldier who seemed to have tight hold of someone. That someone had his back to Momo, so Momo had his aim clear on the soldier's head. His finger twitched on the trigger; the soldier was thrown back by the force of the impact as the bullet went clean through his skull.

[Bloodysadist]

Masahiro looked at the other guy a bit annoyed.For a moment he indeed forgot that he wasn't there just for a walk,but he knew what to do.

It seemed that earlier Hiro really saw the black soldiers.Now he could even hear them,but something was strange.He could sense the smell of blood.Was it from the upper floor?

 

"Element of surprise. Don't do anything stupid, all right?"

"I think,I should be the one saying that,boy." Genkishi mumbled.He used that the other was already near the second floor and took out his katana.

 

"W-white..."

 

"What the.." was that really Shiro there?Was he hurt?What was that smell of blood and all these black soldiers?When Masahiro reached the upper floor the pink haired guy already killed the black soldier.Now the other soldiers would surely come as well.

 

"Perfect...we are..." Genkishi paused seeing that next to him is really staying Shiro.He seemed different,like something happened to him?

 

"You...from all the people..." the crimson haired male placed his katana on the other's neck,lifting his head lightly.

 

"Tell me one enough good reason to not kill you here,before the black soldiers!" he said quiet,but enough loud for Harukami to hear him.

[Saga]

Was it wrong? Was it wrong to let the old man die? His senses were shut down,he didn't even hear the other two entering the restaurant. If it was a few minutes ago,he would have heard the first step they'd have made into the place. Right now,Shiro was with no ability to fight,nor defend.

 

As soon as the bullet passed through the skull of the black soldier,the blood got splashed over Shika's face,clothes and hands. Harukami looked down at his hands and opened a palm,to finish his stuttering,

-"White...should stay white..."

 

How precise the pink haired boy was,he didn't even scratch Harukami with the bullet.

As soon as Shiro dropped his katana,a cold blade was set against his neck,threatening to cut.

 

Black soldiers circled Harukami and Genkishi,all darting guns toward them.

-"Drop the weapon!",they yelled.

 

"You...from all the people...Tell me one enough good reason to not kill you here,before the black soldiers!

 

Shika stayed silent for a few seconds,he was coming to his senses.

-"Jii...san..",he reached hand up to pull his dirtied with blood white hat,uncovering his silver in the dark hair.

-"You...from all people...",Shiro was like quoting him,"...should know better the price of life,cowards."

 

That was right. All people from Ga'Ma knew the price of a life and the price of a freedom. They knew the bitter taste,all of them. What kind of question that was? Besides,he sensed the presence of the pink haired male as well.

 

Harukami wasn't in a state to hold his katana to kill. Not right now. Without his chains,crosses and white outfit. He believed that if sinning,at least he should be stuck to his chains. Like a lost soul chained to the cross of sins.

[iMarionette]

Momo's mind played a stream of colourful curses while he watched the events unfold and then freeze into a scene before him. Harukami Shiro had a katana against his neck. Momo no longer doubted that the man who held it wore some colour on him, as part of Ga'Ma. Black soldiers nearly blocked his line of vision; Momo could see the two in the middle of their circle, though barely. And they were all so focused on each other that Momo had no hope of making eye contact, signalling retreat.

 

His M-97 had a default ammo 6/36 which in turn meant he had five bullets at ready before he had to reload his sniper. Momo was quite a shot; he prided himself upon his ability to hit a target from an impossible distance. But this was too close. He might get a shot at the five before they pin-pointed his position, and then he'd be screwed.

 

Plus, what about White? Momo knew he was supposed to serve his head hot on a plate, but was this really the way he'd get him? It just didn't seem like a fair fight. If he aimed for Harukami Shiro's head- no, certainly nothing good would come of it.

 

"You... from all people... should know better the price of life..."

 

Momo should have turned around then. With the current situation, surely he'd be able to sneak away. Run.

 

He should have.

 

He didn't.

 

The first bullet sliced through the neck of the nearest soldier. The second was aimed for a head again. Third bullet struck through the eye of the third soldier, as he was turning to zero in on Momo's position. The fourth bullet caught a chest. Finally, the fifth bullet cleanly cut through the forehead of a soldier to Momo's close left. Momo fell backwards after making the shot, startled at how close he'd got. He stumbled to his feet, two more reaching for him while the others stood guard of Harukami Shiro and the katana man.

 

And Momo had no time to reload.

[Bloodysadist]

Why right now,from all the time? The black soldiers came from nowhere.

 

"You...from all people....should know better the price of life,cowards."

 

There was some truth in Shiro's words.All people from Ga'Ma were like cowards now,afraid to show themselves.No,actually they weren't afraid of that - they were afraid that they already lost their freedom,or at least that's what Hiro thought.

 

He looked at Shiro,noticing that the male wouldn't be able to fight.He removed his katana from Harukami's neck,tilting head.

He was ready to fight.

For a moment he totally forgot that the pink haired male was also there,but hearing the shots,he remembered.

Actually right now a good plan popped in his head.He had to take away Shiro,because right now it seemed that he wasn't in any use.He knew that later the white haired male would just escape again,but how could he just leave him like that here?

 

Hiro stepped forward,making two of the soldiers to step back.

 

"What are you doing? Drop your weapon or we'll kill all of you!" one of the black soldiers shouted.Was he crazy or what? If he really thought that Ga'Ma would just drop their weapon without even fighting?

 

"It seems that you forgot something,black soldier.We are Ga'Ma,don't forget that small fact." Right after these words,Genkishi cut to of the soldiers' thru the neck.He made a small way for escaping and that was everything he needed.

He grabbed Hiro by the wrist,pushing him next to the pink haired male.

 

"Take him away.He will just make the things difficult if he stay here.I told you that near the restaurant is my house,do you remember?Go and stay there for now." He just hoped that the other male wouldn't opposite.

[rosebud1296]

Kohei sighed as he walked through the rainy streets of the city, his grey umbrella hiding his bright blond hair. He had just gone to get some groceries after work and it had started raining. Fortunately his black peacoat would keep the wetness off his yellow bartenders vest, but it did nothing for his brown slacks and dress shoes. He'd have to tough through the gloomy weather.

 

His mind was consumed tonight, as always, but stopping at the old shop did nothing to clear it. It was the shop he had gone to, the white one. Everyday Kohei passed it to and from work, trying to keep the thought of Shiro from his mind, and the others. It was considerably harder now that he was his mark. And the blond knew what would happen if he didn't comply.

 

Honestly, he was stalling, not searching for the man, hoping he wouldn't find him. So he wouldn't have to battle him. He shook his head as he stared up at the building before him, as if something would come out if he stood there long enough with his brows nitted in thought.

((OOC: I'm assuming kohei remembers shiro since he's been with the ga'ma for 2 years))

[Saga]

(( OOC: This is getting interesting. o_O' ;D ))

 

Shiro never really got along with any of Ga'Ma. In fact he always was straying away from them. Some didn't recall how he would look,other just knew as much as his name. There,when he was pushed towards the pink Ga'Ma soldier, he recalled the old good times. There was his opposite. No,it wasn't 'black'. The opposite of his silver-like hair was - gold. The yellow Ga'Ma soldier.

 

Although destined to be opposites, they both had been getting along. But it was long,long time ago. Or so Shika felt it like. Sparkles of the silver moon stole from his attention as he stumbled towards Momo,who was just next to the window. He came to his senses. What was happening? He turned around to see Gen,the crimson haired Ga'Ma soldier,fighting back the black soldiers. Madness. His eyes caught the figures of soldiers who were standing in front of Momo and him.

-"Eh,fuck it.",he cursed and looked towards Momo.

 

For a second his eye pupils widened. Was that guy always been on Ga'Ma? His bad, he never met a few Ga'Ma colors. One of them - he glanced towards Momo's hair.

-"Pink."

 

The conclusion he spoke out sounded rather funny. As if he stared at the male and said the obvious - pink. How stupid,he frowned and looked at the gun. Seemed like out of bullets - he gritted teeth. The bleach haired male grabbed Momo by the arm.

-"Follow,if you want to know how to get free from Cruzz.",he had to make the boy realize that all of them were on the wrong path. Cruzz was the leader of the black soldiers,no one would oppose him...except Shika,and the old Ga'Ma soldiers.

 

He headed for the backdoors,kicking every single door standing on their way. Shower of bullets was after them. As soon as they got on the way of the exit, two black soldiers were darting the guns towards them. Yet,the escape was so close. The door was right behind them. Damn it. If only Kohei was here, Shika lowered head to show no mercy with emotions. His brows locked in a deep frown. Why Kohei left so suddenly without a trace? Darn this guy.

 

Shiro kept standing in front of the pink guy. It wasn't to make him look weaker,or something. He just found a hope to gather Ga'Ma. He wouldn't risk any of them to get wounded. Besides,his body was all in scars. A few more wouldn't be a big deal.

 

-"SURRENDER!",the black soldiers shouted way too loud. In fact,they were afraid of Shika. After all,no one has been able to catch him. Was that a dead end? Momo couldn't possible take the chance to even think of reloading the gun. Shika was too far from the soldiers to think of a way to block them. Beside that,he couldn't fight without his chains. How unlucky. All in all,it got way too quiet.

[iMarionette]

Crimson’s action was a welcome distraction, allowing Momo to release the empty shells before he would have to reload. He still lacked a moment in that crucial point, however, as Harukami Shiro suddenly appeared right next to him.

 

"Take him away. ...near the restaurant is my house... Go and stay there for now."

 

“What about you?” giving up on the damned sniper, Momo secured it on his back and turned to face the other way. His lips tugged into a grimace at the sight of more soldiers. Would they be able to make it across?

 

”Pink.”

 

The soft voice made Momo look up again, this time at Shiro. He had no time to react, Crimson fighting behind them, when White lifted him by the arm and made for a different exit.

 

"Follow, if you want to know how to get free from Cruzz.“

 

Obviously, Momo had no choice in the matter. He ran after Shiro, feeling his pants’ pockets for something – anything – to fight with, if needed. He was still wearing Crimson’s jacket, so he poked around it as well, in search for something useful.

 

He came to an abrupt stop behind Shiro, tilting his head only to gain view of more guns pointed their way. The only exit was blocked; how lovely. Momo’s hand felt numb, stuck in the left pocket of Crimson’s jacket. The sniper was on his back and any sudden movement would surely trigger the guns of black soldiers. Frozen, he couldn’t reach for it and risk either White or himself getting shot.

 

Think, Momo, think!

 

Time seemed to slow down. There was not a sound in the room. Lights flickered, providing poor lighting and casting eerie shadows over the dining tables and chairs. The outside was dark, an occasional silhouette dancing in a sway. Perhaps a stray cat or a trick of the rain. No one around to be aware of anything happening inside the restaurant. Or- was there?

 

Momo blinked, suddenly back in present time, very conscious of the gun aimed at him. Were his eyes playing tricks on him, or was there indeed someone standing outside? The window near the door did not provide much hope, but perhaps Momo could take that chance.

 

More likely, he’d just get shot in the process.

 

“All right,” he said, both hands raising slightly, drawing the attention of soldiers. “All right, we surrender.” In the flicker of a moment that took the black soldiers to get over the initial surprise, Momo had pushed Shiro aside and flung a chair towards the window. Glass shattered and Momo felt a bullet pierce his side. But maybe, just maybe – help was outside.

[Bloodysadist]

As soon as Shiro wasn't around,Genkishi felt some relief.Not because he hated him,like he could really do that,no matter that now he had to kill him.But just because now he could kill freely without worrying that someone was around him.

 

“What about you?”

 

"Don't mind me,just leave as soon as possible." Hiro knew very well that,fighting alone with the black soldiers won't be easy,but he wouldn't let the other two to fight here.They had to leave immediately.

 

Finally Momo and Shiro weren't around.Two of the black soldiers tried to follow them,but Masahiro stopped them.

 

"Don't think that I'll just let you go that easy." with few steps around the two soldiers they fell on the ground.

Unfortunately Hiro didn't notice that behind him was standing another slodier who wounded his back with his sword.

 

"Tc." the crimson haired male clenched his teeth,the pain was something that he used to,but after all he hated the feeling.

He grabbed the soldier that wounded him by the neck,kicking him with knee in the stomach,then hit him with his elbow behind the neck.Another soldier tried to cut him,but Genkishi used the body of the soldier that just tried to kill him to protect himself.When the sword passed thru the soldier's body,Hiro threw him away and slashed the other soldier.

 

There were still many of the black soldiers around and that wasn't good.Genkishi just hoped that Momo and Shiro were already out of the restaurant or at least weren't wounded.

[rosebud1296]

Kohei jumped at the sudden noise. It was a sound he hadn't heard in a while. The sound of breaking glass. Then a gunshot. A fight was happening inside the building, and somebody was hurt. He thought of leaving, of running away and tucking into bed like any normal defenseless citizen of the ga'ma city. But he was no normal citizen, no matter how hard he ever tried, it was like he just couldn't get away. And his moral code didn't allow for cowards. Cowards die, and Kohei wouldn't die today.

 

The groceries forgotten on the sidewalk and the umbrella thrown back, Kohei ran to the sound, pulling out his compact staff. He had gotten so used to bar fights and petty thievery that he always carried one on him, along with a dagger. And now, finally, it would prove some worth. When he got there he drew in a breath. Through the glass he could see at least two men cornered by guns, a chair discarded and one of them injured. He audibly sighed in frustration and walked closer, putting on a smile and stepping into the old shop. Immediately guns were pointed to him.

 

"Now now," he said calmly, the smile still planted on his face, "Gunshots will scare the citizens away. You don't want panic now do you?" Kohei knew no-one would be out on the streets, but he was never good at lying anyways.

 

"Hey! Drop the staff!" a black soldier yelled at him, pointing a gun uncomfortably close. Kohei knitted his eyebrows, growing steadily more solemn.

 

"I don't quite like that gun pointed at me." He said, gripping his staff. Maintain control....

 

"DROP IT!!!" he said, moving to grab his hand. In a moment Kohei was upon him and knocked his gun out of his hand, winding him with a hit to his stomach and knocking him out as he brought the red pole down on his head harshly. His glasses lay on the floor beside him as he turned to look at the two Ga'ma members.

 

OCC: srryfailpost

[「viviD]

Ryou blinked, hearing noises from the distances that sounded like something broke. A fight... his mind supplied. Black soldiers, maybe? Ryou went cold from that thought. He really did not like them, more like hate them even. If they were the ones causing trouble right now... Ryou's lone orange eye droop. They really are troublesome. He was just going home too! Finished wandering around the Ga'Ma Neutral from hiding - running away, he ignored his conscious - but it looks like he had to change plans.

 

He tugged his hood covering his orange hair, not minding the rain, lightly jogged towards where he heard the noise coming from, only to stop to see black soldiers - he was right! - and, what did you know? He was slightly taken aback from the person with yellow hair. Yellow Ga'Ma player.

 

There were many black soldiers, what were they even doing? Causing a fight in the local restaurant, they lacked in manners. Ryou slightly narrowed his eyes, walking forward to confirm what he just saw. A flash of pink hair... and white? Ryou froze. White? Shiro? He hope not, because if Shiro was there...

 

Ryou went cold, hiding slightly in the shadows. Silently and slowly moving forward, he took out a pistol, fumbling slightly. He believed that the yellow - including pink? white?, he wasn't really sure - Ga'Ma player is strong. For now, he'll just observe for a little, besides if they were having more trouble, Ryou was ready to help.

[Saga]

( OOC: *_* You guys are awesome,seriously. ;D Since Arawn,purple player left, we should play it out as if he was killed,or no idea. To make sense in out posts. (: )

 

Harukami stood expressionless after the deep frown. It was of no use to show to black soldiers any of these; besides - what they knew? They were brain-washed. It was worthless to think that any of them would have the so called 'mercy'/'morals'.

 

Just when Ga'Ma pink kicked the gun,Shika turned head to side to eye him. What the? Pink, pink was one of the few colors that didn't have a proper color character. It was the mixture between red and...white. Unpredictable and yet strong enough to change black color character with its sensual glow. Harukami could never get that color although it was a result of partly white.

 

How fun,he noticed the glitter in eyes. The boy wasn't to give up on his life just like that.

 

:: CRASH! ::

 

Shattered glasses flew in the room and outside. Half of them reflecting in their brief-flight the Ga'Ma males,the other part got the reflection of darkness - black soldiers. A gun echoed in the building.

-"Dammit kid!",Harukami yelled and just when was pushed he stumbled close to the restaurant's reception which was rather abandoned since on backdoor. Catching one empty bowl for the brush ink that was set on the surface of that long and rather high-standing reception,Harukami threw it as if throwing a dagger. It flew and hit the black soldier who was about to repeat the shooting,this time darting for Momo's skull.

 

-"Forget the boy! We should take care of white!",one black soldier shouted and all moved eyes on Shiro. The bleach haired male just gave no concern on his facial-expression.

"How nice...",he thought,yet his mind was all into how to get Momo. The boy wasn't just scratched. His side was bleeding seriously bad. And yet two soldiers were on their way to put Ga'Ma pink into an endless sleep.

 

"Now now,"

 

Shiro widened his eyes. That voice! Kohei?! The white couldn't make a move. What was wrong with tonight's fate of his? Darn it. He couldn't fight like his usual self. No chains,no crosses...he felt simply like a lost soul. The beauty in his fighting style was the ability to combine chains with his blade. And yet,such a sight was rare. Since none would be able to follow his extra advanced fast movements. Well,though Ga'Ma soldiers were different.

 

Ah,there he went - all flashy. Old Kohei was back. Harukami chuckled and just leaned his back on the reception. Indeed,the guys would just sign their death wish.

 

:: BANG! ::

 

That must have been painful hit, Shiro thought. He moved his gaze towards Momo. Was the other okay? He looked kinda pale. On background,Shiro could hear Genkishi's sword upstairs. The man was enjoying himself. Crimson red - a sinful color. Filled with the desire to spill blood. As expected, Shiro shook head - Genkishi was a freak once he tasted the blood.

 

Glasses dropped, face turned. Ops, that was dangerous. Shiro frowned. Something wasn't right. Steps,some confident steps were coming their way. One of the abilities Shika had was his senses. Sharp ones. His hearing ability could reach at least 1km away from his standing place. But these steps were like half of the way closer.

 

All black soldiers suddenly retrieved and from the corner of the dark streets,a black shadow appeared. More frighting than ever one could imagined. Harukami growled in throat,hatred in eyes.

Black and long,the coat of a man was spread open from the wind. The rain rather paused and a heavy atmosphere of fearsome power and hatred filled the air. Harukami bet that all Ga'Ma soldiers would sense it, that evilness. - Cruzz.

 

From both of his sides,huge bodyguards walking. His never dropping grin on face was the most disgusting thing Shiro has seen. Just like before,just like when he was there - before his parents' corpses. The male just enjoyed the pain and the misery of innocent.

 

Harukami's silver-blueish eyes glared,he squeezed his fists. What he was doing in Ga'Ma Neutral? UNFORGIVABLE!

 

-"My,my,my,fufufu.",from afar Cruzz spoke,"What we have here?"

The male stopped just before the shop and with hands jabbed in pockets,his silky black scarf swishing from the wind from side to side. His head looked towards the second floor,then back down at Shiro,Momo,Kohei...suddenly he averted eyes to side where Ryou was hiding - A wide grin,evil one.

 

-"Crimson. Pink. Yellow. Orange. And what we have here? Ahahahaha,little white rabbit?",as ever sarcastic,Cruzz laughed at Ga'Ma,"Come on,boys. What are you doing? Helping him out? Don't make me laugh. He is a living dead. White is just imitation. A pure twist of colors that's all. Don't go so low,Ga'Ma,come on. We have a deal,right? Oh,and since one of you decided to let him go - he payed his betrayal." - such a hateful voice - Harukami thought.

 

Suddenly one of the bodyguards stood tall to drop a body in front of them. Lifeless...cold...forgotten from the warmth - Ga'Ma purple was laying there. Dead.

 

That was too much. First jii-san was killed,now Ga'Ma purple?! How much he thought Shika could bear?! The white soldier slid down on knees,his hand pulling his white hat over head. Hiding the obvious pain,hiding the warm tears sliding down.

 

-"Come on,boys. Don't let me wait for too long. Finish him off and let's head back to my residence.",pretty confident he turned around,sure that they would kill Harukami Shiro now,when he was defenceless.

[「viviD]

(OOC: You're awesome as well~~♥ ;3 This is getting very interesting. I feel like already posting. I'm shaking in excitement! Oooh~! xDD Oh, kk, suuuure. :'D)

 

 

Ryou tensed, still observing (watching) but ready to kill. He felt his blood pumping as his eyes landed on the pink player. Blood. He didn't like it. He didn't like blood because slowly, it brought another side of him that he wanted to remove. So he could be free from the chains that the other put.

 

Suddenly, he froze. Because he could feel footsteps coming towards here. Only for Cruzz to reveal himself. Ryou could not stop the feeling of anger towards the black man. Still, he stayed where he was. It was right to be cautious when Cruzz is involved.

 

Ryou stiffened when Cruzz's eyes landed on the place where he hid. Well, it was expected, after all, Cruzz is the leader of the black soldiers, meaning that he was powerful. Or is he?

 

"He is a living dead. White is just imitation."

 

No... no no no no no! Cruzz is wrong! He is wrong wrong wrong! Ryou froze again, paling as he stared at the dead body of Ga'Ma purple. This can't be... Ryou couldn't find himself to breath, as if he didn't know how to. Pupils dilating. He did not notice that he was shaking. Shaking in what though? Rage? Sadness? ...Excitement? Ryou paused for a second before taking a deep breath before exhaling shakily.

 

Ryou suddenly felt hot rage. How dare he! He made Shiro cry, he could see it. See the tears falling, he felt his blood boil, his heart pumping so loud that he swore everyone could here it. He took one step forward and another, another, another, fully revealing himself.

 

"Come on,boys. Don't let me wait for too long. Finish him off and let's head back to my residence."

 

Ryou paused again. Was Cruzz an idiot? He would never kill the person he admired. He would choose the exact opposite.

 

Protecting Shiro. To fight by his side. And maybe along with the other Ga'Ma players. He was unsure but somehow, he felt confidence about them.

 

Once again, Ryou paused. He replayed what Cruzz said about Shiro -

 

He is a living dead. White is just imitation.

 

THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.

 

"No... you're wrong." He whispered, loud enough for the other to hear. He clenched his hands, knuckles turning white, his right hand gripping the pistol. He took another deep breath, this time; exhaling silently. He debated whether letting his other side out - kill kill kill! - or not, to show that he would not and never ever hesitate to kill Cruzz's soldiers; his pawns. Ryou still shoved his other self - I want them dead dead dead! - down, he was calm enough to successfully stop his other self from coming out.

 

"You're wrong." Ryou repeated, not in a whisper but with a confident tone. His orange eye flashed emotions (anger, rage, sadness, confidence, brave, strong resolve, even leaking a little insanity), he felt his heart calmly pumping. "Shiro-san is not a living dead! Nor is he an imitation. The color white is made for him. White is pure. Even if Shiro-san's hands is tainted with blood, with killing, it does not change the fact that Shiro-san's heart is pure." Yes, he was pure. Ryou could see it, shining brightly in the dark dim world. A savior. Freedom. "He would never hurt innocent people. He would never raise his hand on them, unlike you and your black soldiers!"

 

He made his choice the moment he saw the man in white fighting against the black soldiers a year and a half ago.

 

Even if the situation right now was dramatic, cliche. He did not care. He said the words he believed, he saw, he acknowledge.

 

That Shiro would free them. Somewhere in the corner of his mind, that he would also be free by the chains that bind him - his other self.

 

 

(OOC: Way too dramatic, much? P': Hehe~)

[iMarionette]

Momo had landed flat on his back and only barely raised himself up before the gun was aimed at his head. Adrenaline numbed him to the pain in his side, but had neither the time nor strength to move out of the way. Yet the gun dropped, along with the black soldier; Momo turned to his side with a groan, fighting the fog in his head in an attempt to stay awake.

 

"Forget the boy! We should take care of white!"

 

No.

No.

Come on,

move

.

 

"Now now."

 

The new voice was so calm that it startled Momo; his gaze lifted to barely register a flash of yellow. For a moment, things seemed to calm downstairs. Crimson, was Crimson all right? Momo found that he hadn't the luxury to wonder as a sickly, cold feeling washed through him, chilling to the bone. Black. Cruel. If Momo had been alone, he surely would have been terrified. But warmth still lingered on the edges; White, Yellow, Crimson. While there was colour around him, he would find the will to ward away the shadows.

 

"What we have here?"

 

Again, that cold wave, carried over on hundreds of dying whispers. How many had this Cruzz killed to have his very aura coated in desperate calls and tortured cries?

 

“...living dead. ...an imitation. ... a twist of colors.“

 

A body fell to the floor, bathed in blood. Purple glistened on the lifeless form. Momo swallowed a breath, his chest heavy and overwhelmed, threatening to burst. He wasn't in Ga'Ma long. He hadn't known Purple. But it was a colour, ended by the ever-spreading black. It was a pain that normal people, wandering the streets in their blacks and greys, would never learn to recognize.

 

”Finish him off-

 

“No!” What more could he do, pinned to the ground by his own weakness? Momo tried pushing himself up, only to claw at his side in pain, adrenaline having worn off. He had to look pathetic, slipping in his own blood, trying to get the other colours to react. Why was he even fighting so hard? They were all supposed to let this happen, to allow Harukami Shiro’s death. So why?

 

"You're wrong."

 

Orange stood to oppose Black’s poisonous words. Yes. That had to be the reason 'why'.

[Bloodysadist]

(What an interesting RP is this *__* )

Something wasn't right down there.It was way too loud,the smell of blood,no..the smell of black soldiers.So in the end they couldn't escape?

Not so long and Genkishi heard a shot.Someone was wounded,but who?Was it Shiro or Momo? Why,why were things getting more and more complicated?

 

"He is here." one of the black soldiers said.He?Ah,indeed,how could Hiro not notice till now that evil aura? It was Cruzz. That was bad,very bad.The crimson haired male had to finish here as soon as possible.

 

"Oi,Ga'Ma,it's finished with you now." another soldier grinned.

 

"Better lay down here and let us kill you." how arrogant all of them were.Genkishi couldn't restrain his laugh anymore.He laid against the wall,starting laughing so hard,like he was insane.All of the black soldiers were so stupid.They thought that he will just give his life in their hands?

 

"How nice.A black soldier is offering me to kill me? Sure,why not,come kill me!" Hiro continued laughing.

 

"He is insane,just finish him already." two of the soldiers ran to him,lifting their swords.Unfortunately a second after that they fell on the ground - dead.

 

"Just kidding." Masahiro lifted his head,glaring at the black soldiers,walking slowly toward them.He lifted his sword ready to kill them in one,but he heard Cruzz's words.

 

He is a living dead. White is just imitation.

 

He was crazy,saying something like that.

 

Oh,and since one of you decided to let him go - he payed his betrayal

 

WHAT? He dared to kill someone from Ga'Ma? Who?Ah,why right now,he was up there,while the others from Ga'Ma were down together with that bastard Cruzz?

 

Come on,boys. Don't let me wait for too long. Finish him off

 

What would they do?If anyone of Ga'Ma would listen to him? Genkishi was just hoping that he wouldn't go there too late.

 

Deep in his thoughts,the crimson haired male didn't notice when one of the black soldiers hit his head.Hiro fell on his knees,feeling a cold blade touching his neck.

 

"Don't worry,you won't be able to save any of them.As soon as we kill you,we'll go down and kill your friends as well." Friends? Genkishi never thought that he will be able to call anyone of Ga'Ma a friend.There was still chance for living,chance for finding friends.Masahiro,smiled lightly,grabbing fast the black soldier's hand that was holding the sword.It leaved only a small scratch on his neck,so it was okay.

 

"Let's see if I won't be able to save them~" Hiro grinned,killing the few black soldiers that left.

He had a plan,but if it would work? He took off his shirt,that was all covered with blood.Then undressed one of the black soldiers and dressed in his clothes.Thanks god the uniform that these people were wearing had something like helmet,so he could hide his crimson hair.

After that he broke the only window in the room and threw his shirt,making it seeming like he escaped from the restaurant.He had luck that down there didn't have black soldiers.It seemed that everyone was where Cruzz was.

 

Genkishi went down at first getting shocked.How many of Ga'Ma were actually there? Pink,Yellow,Orange,White...and Purple? But why was he laying on the floor?So Cruzz killed him? That bastard!

 

"Cruzz-sama,Genkishi Masahiro managed to escape from us." Hiro said,changing his voice,so he could sound like one of the black soldiers.

[rosebud1296]

"Come on,boys. Don't let me wait for too long. Finish him off and let's head back to my residence."

Kohei froze, things happened quickly and pain set in his eyes, as he looked upon Purple, then to Shiro. What could he do? Maybe kill Cruzz? But surely it wouldn't be that simple, they had one injured man, Shiro seemed incapable of attack, and the new orange had appeared, seemingly out of control, not to mention another of them had fled. Maybe..... but it was rather crazy. "Shiro.... I....... they've got...." his voice caught in his throat as he looked upon his old friend in sadness and pain. If he didn't do as told, and if he couldn't kill Cruzz, his family... they wouldn't last long. He hated this, that he had something held over his head. His brows had knitted once more and he turned his now angered gaze towards Cruzz. "Cruzz, you-!......" he couldn't finish the sentence correctly, his anger welling up inside him. He was stuck between two murders, and both would break him. All he could do was grip his staff and stand there it seemed, as he hung his head.

 

((OOC: I havn't been in such an active and good RP for a while!! Oh and I forgot to put this in the profile, the motivation for Kohei to kill shiro is that his grandparents are being threatened, i hope that's okay.... it just makes it more dramatic *dun dun duuuun*))

[Saga]

Mute. Voice went mute,feelings got numb. Harukami stood at one place,not reacting at all. Different thoughts span in his subconscious, but none took over to be spoken out. The bleach haired male was kneeling in front of the dead body, with no sign to hear the words spoken by Cruzz.

 

Was it true? Shika thought about it for a long time,being a twist of colors was hard,but to be called imitation - was it true?

The male moved a bit,falling onto his behind,his back hitting the reception behind. Such moments would request a quick smoke drag,but hand was unable to move away from squeezing the fabric of hat,which was hiding his face.

 

"You're wrong."

 

A confident voice spoke out. Unlike Shiro,the orange haired boy, Ryou, had no intention to give up - just like that.

Harukami did hear the boy's words,he did - he just couldn't react.

Orange was a color he always liked although at time finding it for annoying. But orange soldier was nice although all took him for odd. May be one to blame was this personality of his,but even so, Shika always found the boy for different. And he liked people standing out from so called 'crowd'.

What Ryou was up to this time? Even if it was something silly,doubtful Harukami could stop it. He was unable to fight tonight, pretty much useless.

 

Observing the situation,Shika knew they stood no chance. Cruzz was provoking them all.

A quick glance towards the building outside which stood tall above of all - snipers. Harukami closed his eyes and a disagreeing sigh escaped him. That was tough. He never imagined that something like that could happen.

 

Pink was at his limits, fighting for his life on floor. Even if someone made a step to help him up,might get shot. How fun. Shiro let the hat fall onto floor,leaving his calm facial-expression show. His closed eyes said nothing for anger or despair. Rather,he was pretty much relaxed and calm. Was he sleeping?

 

But there, another black soldier came from second floor.

 

"Cruzz-sama,Genkishi Masahiro managed to escape from us."

 

As fuck. Shika stood still as relaxed,but deep inside he just knew. None of the steps of black soldiers could be mistaken for the light and almost hard-to-be-caught steps of Genkishi. Obviously to Shiro,that was Masahiro. But what the male could do alone? Was he as ever insane to go pretend as one of black soldiers? Was he afraid to surrender,so he decided to sneak away and leave them there? Shika wouldn't know. Genkishi was insane enough to do all of the stuff he could come up with.

 

"Shiro.... I....... they've got...."

 

Ah,they got it. Cruzz finally managed to provoke them all. And Shiro couldn't move at all... If this was to continue,he didn't want to think what could happen. Sadly enough,he sensed the agony going through his friend Ko. The yellow soldier just sounded as lost as Shika.

 

"Cruzz, you-!......"

 

Emotional as ever,Shika recognized his old friend. But it wasn't the time now. Why they didn't just give up and kill him? It was all over. Swallowed by the darkness,Harukami just stayed calm,closed eyes showing somewhat composed side of his, relaxed muscles - it was like Shika accepted his fate, to be killed.

 

Silently,he let his breath out. He gave it up,or so he thought of doing. It was meaningless. What he could save? He caused the jii-san's death,Ga'Ma purple's death... What he could save - he lost it. What he lost, he couldn't save. It was as simple. For a second time stopped. His nose caught a familiar scent.

 

 

 

( OOC: If you wish play it as you read the rest of the post. )

 

 

"Ah...that boy...",Shika smiled gently but faintly. He slowly opened his eyes, it was the Hymn of Angels which the boy's flute was playing. How he forgot that still...there was that small boy's hopes. The boy who always supported Ga'Ma from afar. The boy who always played the flute for Shika each night. The gentle melody of the flute played so gently. That gentleness turned the brute wind into gentle caress.

 

Cruzz looked over shoulder to search for the one playing that flute. His eyes clearly angered that there was someone that gave hope. He was a brute who would crash all hope alive,still...how come there was such a strong faith?

 

Stumbling on feet,Harukami got up. He realized that his thoughts were selfish. His life wasn't his,not at all. His life was dedicated to all poor people that died,to all innocent people hoping for a tomorrow. How he forgot his life's purpose?

That speed,like the fall of Sakura petals, Shika stood behind Kohei in second,grabbing him for the shoulder.

 

-"Long time no see,Ko.",his voice deep and firm.

 

He looked over Ga'Ma pink,then towards Ryou,orange, secretly he saved the glance towards Genkishi for later.

 

-"Oh? One tell me I am wrong,the other shows confidence. How pitiful.",Cruzz was glaring at Shika.

Harukami looked towards Cruzz' direction,his gaze empty. The other didn't deserve a single emotion shown. A kick at the grip of a gun,it flew upwards for Shiro to grab it.

 

-"And what you can do with an empty gun,little white rabbit?",the male chuckled as if pitying the white soldier.

-"Heh,not me.",he dropped the gun down,since Momo was right near Kohei and Shiro on floor. Shika was sure that the male would grab the gun and react right away. After all,they all were professionals. None of them would whine when wounded. None of them would cry in front of the enemy. None of them would betray their principles.

 

That was a night for Ga'Ma to be reborn.

[iMarionette]

(Flat out, best RP in months C: I'm just all kinds of happy~)

 

Momo fell still in his silent resolve. The pain wasn't so bad if he ignored it; least he tried telling that to himself. He was a bloody mess, but his eyes stayed sharp and focused. Blood could be wiped away. With care, he could move again. Finally, as though someone had chosen to press play after a lenghty pause, the world set back into motion.

 

Something brought them all back; Momo was unaware of his own shallow breaths, blocking out all sound less from the gentle caress carried by the wind. There was no Cruzz and his aura of cries, no metal against metal or more gunshots. No shatter of rain. No shiver.

 

The melody played like a healing sound brought from heavens. Had there ever been anything so beautiful? Had there ever been anything so powerful that it broke through all else?

 

There was nothing around them. There was all. Ga’Ma colours danced around, softly twisted by the song. Momo saw the gun fly up, then drop by his side; not nearly, because Momo had it in his hand before it touched the ground. His fingers didn’t slip. Bullets clicked in place. Before all, Momo had it aimed.

 

The gunshot echoed loudly through his wall of silence.

[「viviD]

He couldn't take the eerie silence, His mind was screaming to them to say something, do something, anything at all! Ryou took a sharp intake of breath. The silence was broken by a sweet melody. It put Ryou into a trance. As if everyone disappeared. Ryou closed his eyes, even though his other eye is hidden in his bangs.

 

It was as if the beautiful soothing melody was sending them a message.

 

Don't give up. Stay strong. You can do it.

 

His chest bloomed with an emotion he recognized. Hope.

 

Everything is not over!

 

Suddenly, he heard a gunshot. His eyes (or eye) quickly fluttered open. Again, Ryou took a sharp intake of breath, his heart once again, pumping loudly.

[Bloodysadist]

For a moment everything got silent - like it was frozen in a deep sleep.Even though he managed to come down,was he able to do something?To save someone?These thoughts were thrusting like poisoned arrows in Masahiro's head.

 

Just when he gave up,lost in these thoughts,he heard a melody.He couldn't understand where was it coming from,but it was relaxing.

'What a beautiful song.' Genkishi thought,smiling lightly.Somehow it gave him the will he needed.No matter that all around him were standing black soldier plus Cruzz,who was a real evil,few colours were different.They were like the rainbow after the rain.That was right,it was raining outside,right? It was time then,time for Ga'Ma to show their power and the beauty of their colours.

 

Masahiro looked around.Near him had three black soldiers.He was enough insane to kill them,but also enough smart to think about where to hide,if Cruzz or some black soldier wanted to counterattack.Hiro looked at the others from Ga'Ma.It seemed they was ready to make their move as well.That was good,finally they could fight together.

 

Genkishi stepped by the first black soldier placing hand on his shoulder.

 

"You have to change these uniforms,they are too uncomfortable." he whispered and without even waiting for the answer he just hit his carotid.The next two hit in the stomach,taking away their weapons.

 

"Oii,Ga'Ma do you need some of these?" he lifted a sword and a gun,taking off his helmet.After all,Hiro couldn't stand that thing on his head for too long.

[Saga]

((OOC: Rosebud, gonna post or you will skip one reply? Since I post after all of you post. (: )

[rosebud1296]

((i was gonna wait till someone attacked cruzz. Kohei's still stuck between family and friends, but i can post :3))

 

Kohei breathed in sharply as he heard the soft, calming melody dance through his ears. It made him think, made him mull over his thoughts, make them repeat and repeat until he grew tired of it. Good music always made him thoughtful, and sometimes that wasn't good. He was already struggling between friend and family, and a headache was now trying to pulse through his already aching head. He couldn't just kill Shiro, his old friend and comrade, but if he didn't his grandparents were as good as gone. The only hope was to kill cruzz, but what if he slipped away? He had no doubt that his family would be gone, and he would shatter into a million more pieces. If he ran away, the same thing might happen. What was he to do? He needed clarity, clarity that wouldn't come in a song.