Okay, this is gonna be one of those 'screw-it-I'll-update-whenever-the-f*k-I-feel-like -it' stories. So, don't hope for too many quick updates. I'm just gonna do this whenever I get writer's block, and when I'm too bored to be bothered with anything else. Also, this will be switching randomly from Normal-3rd person POV to Torri-1st person POV (I'll tell you when a switch is made), and it will be Justin/OC.
"Mosquito," said Arachne soberly, "fetch Giriko for me, will you?" "Yes madam," replied Mosquito, who was managing to hide hid distaste for the chainsaw weapon. He then hurried off to fulfill her request.
It was the middle of the night. It wouldn't be uncommon for most people to be sleeping by this time. But then again, the people at Arachnophobia weren't like most people.
Mosquito quickly arrived at Giriko's room at the massive organization. He opened the door, and was immediately assaulted with the mixed stenches of fresh and stale alcohol. "You here for Giriko?" he heard a voice say. He recognized it immediately as Torri's.
Torri was Giriko's younger sister. She was only 13, but Mosquito (and pretty much everyone else, for that matter) was convinced that she was not only smarter, but more respectful when it came to dealing with her elders. Well, compared to her older brother, anyway. Though, that did not by any means mean that she wasn't sarcastic sometimes.
She had long, mahogany-colored hair that reached her waist and dark hazel eyes. It would be a lie to say that she was unattractive, but she wasn't in-your-face gorgeous either. It was agreed that she was a fairly good balance.
She had fair skin, but lacked her brother's sharp-as-hell teeth, which she was just fine with. She wore no make-up (she didn't need to), but she wore a single piece of jewelry; a black cloth choker with thin silver ribbon that marked off the fringe and a ruby charm in the shape of a rose.
She, like her brother, was a weapon, but instead of a chainsaw, she was a sword with a bronze handle that had an amber gem set in the middle on each side. The blade was pure silver and sharp enough to split a hair.
On that particular day, she wore a pair of baggy, faded blue jeans, a light-grey sweatshirt hoodie and a pair of black and white high-top sneakers. Her hair (as it often was) was down, and she kept her hands in her pockets.
"Yes, I am," replied Mosquito, who saw that she was perched on the couch. "Okay, I'll try and go get him for you," she said, "but I'm not sure you'll want him." Mosquito scowled, "He's drunk again, isn't he?" "Drunk? No. No, he was drunk,an hour ago. Now, he falls more into the category of, sloshed… And unconscious. On the floor." Mosquito wasn't surprised; Giriko was often drunk out of his mind. "Well then," said Mosquito, now thoroughly irritated, "could you come to represent him?" "Sure," replied Torri, who was used to this sort of thing by now. She hopped off the sofa and walked calmly down the hall, following Mosquito.
Though many thought of me as a respectful person, if they could read my mind, the opinion would do a 180. In actuality, I think that Mosquito was an over-sized prune, Arachne is a real bitch, Mifune is kinda creepy, Giriko is a drunken bastard and the workers are just plain f-ked up. The only person I actually like around here is Angela, whom of which I hardly ever see, because she's usually with Mifune, and I try to avoid him as much as humanly possible.
When we got to Arachne's throne room thing, Arachne (who was perched on her web) sighed in disappointment, "Giriko's drunk again, isn't he?" "You hit the nail on the head," I commented. Arachne quickly composed herself, "Well, I guess you'll just half to carry on the message, Torri." I gave a quick nod; I don't like that room. To me, it's just f-king creepy. Then again, so was the outside of the building. Go figure.
"I have devised a plan against Shibusen," began Arachne. I'm not surprised; according to Giriko, some kind of battle was going to take place soon. What were they fighting over again? Something that started with a B… Bat? Boat? Band? Broth?... Brew! That was it, it was called Brew! Battle of the Brew! Okay, now I remember. And just in time to hear what Arachne was saying next, "I've decided to give Giriko the mission of kidnapping one of the Death Scythes." My eyes popped wide open. A Death Scythe? From what I'd heard, they were, like, really powerful. Honestly, if they can kill 99 Kishin eggs and a Witch, then why couldn't one kill Giriko? There was no reason.
Now, to be honest, I do not like Giriko all that much (a great example of the phrase 'you can't choose your family'), but it's not like I want him to get killed. He is still my brother. I spoke up, "Hey, Arachne?" "Yes?" "Are you sure Giriko can handle this on his own? I mean, half the time he's drunk, and the other half he's hung-over. Plus, couldn't a Death Scythe kill him pretty easily in the first place?" Arachne just said, "You may be underestimating your brother. He may manage to get the upper hand." "If he gets the upper hand," I stated bluntly, "then he might kill the person he's trying to kidnap." "What are you suggesting?" asked Mosquito suspiciously. "I just think that someone should go with him to make sure he doesn't screw things up," I stated. Arachne considered this a moment, then said, " I will think about it. Now, to continue, there is one Death Scythe in particular that I think will be a fair target." I listened intently, wondering if I'd recognize the name. "The one I have in mind," said Arachne, who paused dramatically, "is named Justin Law." I perked up.
Giriko had told me about him; apparently, they'd fought back in Loew village. From the way Giriko had skipped to the highlights of the fight, I guessed that he'd been losing when Arachne called to retreat. I'd also heard that that Justin kid had taken out the Oldest Golem, Emmeth, in one shot. I'm guessing that that's no easy task.
"Now, Torri," said Arachne, "I have decided that you are right; Giriko might not be able to handle a Death Scythe on his own. Therefore, I'm sending you and your meister Misha with him."
I was surprised. Why? I'd never been on a mission before. In other words, my first mission would be to help capture a Death Scythe. Yikes. But, I didn't show any weakness to Arachne. I just nodded. She smiled, "Good. The mission will be in two days. Dismissed."
I walked back to the room me and Giriko share feeling like I was floating. I had no f-king clue why. Just happy about my first mission, I guess.
When I walked in, Giriko was awake, on the couch, and about to crack open a beer. I took out my slingshot and a rock, and, well, I think you can figure out what happened from there. "What the hell?" said Giriko, now angry. I waggled my finger and said, "Arachne had a mission. For both of us. We're supposed to catch that Death Scythe, Justin Law." "Wait," he said, "back it up. We're supposed to catch that annoying little brat? We? As in, both of us? You've gotta be kidding." "Nope," I said, crossing my arms, "So you'd better stay sober, cause' I'm not bailing you out if you get yourself into trouble." "Tch, whatever," he said. He then fell over and went to sleep. I rolled my eyes, and walked to my bed. Two days. I wasn't sure I could wait that long. But, I figured that I'd have to. So, I plopped down on my bed, and conked out for the night.
So, there's the intro to the initial story! The next chapter will probably be filler or whatever. After that, we'll get to the fights and stuff. Anyway, review!