Dreams Turn to Nightmares (Open/closed)

[Mitsuki Park]

Mitsuki was always one to enjoy car rides. The one place where she found a lot of peace - the reason why Reita mostly drove, and the reason why Mitsuki so often took a taxi late at night with no destination. Half an hour later, he said that they were walking, and so she got out of the car and followed him. She wasn't sure where they were going, but she did keep an eye on her surroundings, as always. Keeping in mind of what she could use and what she couldn't. What was useful and what wasn't - it was a habit; something she did subconsciously. He pulled her, hushing her - people had been following them, and it wasn't too hard to figure out. It wasn't a surprise - that wasn't the reason why she gasped.

Bang...

One dead, one alive. Instantly her hand clasped onto his arm, eyes sharply looking at his own for answers. Why was this happening? Why was he shooting them? Why had they been following him in the first place?

She did ask why he carried guns, but she did not expect him to give her an answer. Not like this.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Mitsuki was in pain. What he was doing now, it was killing her. His 'job'? People like him were the ones who killed her brothers.

Notice how 'brothers' is plural?

What if the two had family? Had sisters of their own? What about daughters? Sons? Parents and friends? Was killing someone really that easy? Did he not think of what he was doing to those that were connected to the dead? Andrew Black, what are you doing? Why are you showing this to her?

Rape.

Kill.

When the next gun shot went off, blood spilled everywhere - some getting on Mitsuki, who had trailed after Andrew, her hand still grabbing onto his arm. Maybe it would have been a clean shot, but she didn't know when he would pull the trigger, so once she saw his finger twitch, she jerked her hand up against his arm to knock off his aim - but the trigger was pulled faster than her arm could move.

Sloppy shot, but he was dead.

"Andrew..."

A whisper.

She was reminded of the day when Andrew Choi had been shot in the head.

But whether she was whispering Andrew Black's name, or Andrew Choi's, even she did not know.

Her hand dropped.

Failed to save another life.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew stood back up, cleaning the blood from his guns with his shirt. He stepped over the body, directly toward mitsuki. He continued forward until he was directly in front of her. His shades still off in the tree's. He locked his gaze on hers, seeing the pain that rested there. He stared. Then looked down. He had specks of blood on his neck and shirt, and his guns were smeared with it since he had tried to wipe them away. He spoke.

"Thats the thirty fourth person Ive ever killed, mitsuki, the first one was the thirty third." He looked back up into her eyes. ". I'm an assassin. I kill for a living.Believe it or not, but i hate it" He saw the pain as it happened on her face. He stepped away from her. Looking off into the trees.

"When i was little, i would lay awake at night and listen to my dad murder a woman. Every night. Not one went by without a scream tearing it apart. Id find the bodies, sometimes. I hated my father for it." He looked down at his guns again. "Yet looked what Ive become. Worse than him. I take money for it." He turned back to mitsuki.

"I have no friends. No family. Nothing to make me want to change." He stepped forward, becoming uncomfortably close to her again. "Tell me, mitsuki. Why should i be any different than my father? What do i have to change me?" He stared again. "These are things i have always asked myself, always think about." He looked down, then back up. "And then you came along. Now, i find my thoughts dwelling on you. I dont know why, and judging by the hatred and anger and pain on your face i doubt i will ever get an answer to it."

He hated himself, right then, even more than usual. He could feel her breath on him. He breathed in her breath, taking it in. She would hate him now. He knew, from the start, as he took her here, that he would get what he wanted. He was glad for it. He could feel, deep inside himself, the caring he had for her. He didn't want it. Yet he hungered for it.

Even as he stood there, his hope faded for a friendship between them. She hated what he did, people like him. He saw that now. But he had no reason to change, and unless she somehow offered him a way of escape, he would keep right on doing it.

He didn't move, didn't even offer a defense for himself. He just waited, hoping maybe she would attack him, strike him, spit on him.

Kill him.

[Mitsuki Park]

Thirty-forth.

Her eyes stared, almost desperately into his own eyes - so unlike of her to do so, yet he had already seen the inner Mitsuki - the fragile girl that had been hidden away for so many years, that she was beginning to scare herself. Specks of blood all over him, his story - about his father and money. An assassin. No friends, no family - the reason he didn't change was because he had nothing to make him want to. He was close to her again, any closer and their noses could probably touch; his breath, his scent - everything. She took it in, wanting to shake, yet held strong. She hated looking weak in front of others - it was undesirable in her taste.

He was so close to her. So easily she would be able to knock him out and leave - so easily could she just get up and walk away without having to do anything - or say anything.

But he said so himself: He hated what he did, and that part seemed genuine enough. She did not walk away. Did not strike at him, did not spit on him - and wouldn't she be a hypocrite if she were to kill him? Instead, she did something that many people, she figured, were in need of. She closed the distance between them, thin arms wrapping around his waist for something so simple, but something so uncommon these days: A hug. At first, she had tensed up - she was definitely not used to these things called 'hugs'. To embrace someone, it was so odd, yet in a way, a source of comfort.

As much as she loathed his job...

She may have failed to save the two today.

But she didn't have to make it three.

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew stared as her mind worked.

Then, suddenly, her arms were wrapped around him, her head on his chest.

She was hugging him.

He'd never had a hug before.

He dropped the guns in mute shock, then, after a couple of seconds, wrapped his own arms around her. He wanted to pull away, wanted it so bad, but the want to stay outweighed the want to pull away. He put his own comfort into the hug, trying to give her some of her own. He hated her. Just when he thought he had her figured, she went to the complete opposite end of his thoughts, and showed a tender care and forgiveness he wouldn't have thought possible to come from such a person as she.

Yet, though he felt vulnerable, she too had shown him more.

When he had spoken, she had shown him more. more. more. He saw her thoughts. Saw her feelings. He knew she didn't want him to, but it was his trademark. It was what he prided himself on. He held her for as long as she would. Then would step away from her, a little awkward about such a thing with someone so enclosed and quiet as she, yet still a little startled that he had spoken with her and told her the things he did. He felt urges, like he wanted to do so many things at once.

He wanted to stare at her, to pick up his guns and kill her, to tell her more, to fight her, to kiss her, to pick up his glasses and leave her, to hate her, to love her, to talk to her, to be with her, to know her.

He continued to stare at her.

"I..I..." He didn't know what to say, so he stepped back, his shoulders resting on a tree as he leaned against it, silent in shock at the turn of events.

This wasn't what he planned when he challenged her that day.

[Mitsuki Park]

Maybe if the world were filled with more hugs, there would be less violence. The comforting feeling of being embraced worked so much better than meaningless words. There was one time, when Mitsuki was going through a difficult time, that Reita had actually hugged her for the first time. And in those couple of minutes, she broke down - screaming, crying, bawling her eyes out. It's safe to say that she has more control over such emotions, but now, she wasn't too sure. Andrew had seen things that her own parents haven't seen. He wasn't as close to her as the other Andrew, or her brother, but even they don't know, or haven't witnessed what Andrew has. It was so odd, that she no longer knew how to act around Andrew - perhaps she should be 'herself', but she was, as one might say, going through an identity crisis.

Rather than him speaking, perhaps it was her turn to share something about herself.

"Two of my brothers were assassinated. The oldest one, and my twin."

Thus, explaining her reason why she had been in shock when she found out his...occupation.

Silently, she started heading toward his car. She figured since he drove her out here, that he'd be willing to drive her home.

[Tyr Odinson]

So many thoughts were swirling through his head as mitsuki told him about her brothers. His mind was in a state of deterioration, his emotions and feelings mixed up to the point where he wasn't sure if he could take it. She started to his car, and he didn't say anything as he walked over and picked up his guns and his shades. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to say, if anything at all. But his mind, his mind was burning with questions.

How can he fight and destroy, physically, someone who he had just shared something like this with? Would they become good friends? Would it fizzle and die? Part of him hoped it would. He didn't want to trust her. He couldn't help himself, though, and he didn't know why. He was still suspicious, but even that was beginning to fade, though ever so slowly. He got into his car, replacing his shades without words, And began to drive her home. He knew where she lived, since he had scouted that out the day they had first began speaking with each other.

He wouldn't say anything for the drive, but as they pulled into her house he turned to her, appraising her once more.

"So, what now? Do we just go on like nothing happened? Like i didn't see what i saw and you didn't see what you saw?"

He turned his head, looking out his window.

"What are we to each other mitsuki? We cant just pretend nothing happened. What do you want out of our....hell, i don't even know what to call it." He turned toward her fully, shifting in his seat. Maybe she had an answer to the question that plagued him.

'I should have just let her go inside...' He thought to himself, as he waited for an answer.

[Mitsuki Park]

"So, what now? Do we just go on like nothing happened? Like i didn't see what i saw and you didn't see what you saw? What are we to each other Mitsuki? We cant just pretend nothing happened. What do you want out of our....hell, i don't even know what to call it."

Was he seriously asking her this question? She had his full attention now. His shades covering his eyes, guns hidden from view, car parked right outside the apartment building. Reita was probably waiting for her in the kitchen - she never did tell him where she was going, after all, and he respected her privacy enough to not call the cell and question her whereabouts if there was no emergency. She, in turn, faced Andrew. She was not entirely confident that her reply would answer his question, but before she even spoke, there was something she wanted to do.

She moved in, slowly, so he wouldn't feel startled. Left hand reached out toward his shades, and, if he didn't stop her, she'd pull them off - though only after making sure he wouldn't jerk away. If he allowed her to pull his shades off, then she would speak, with his specs in her left hand, and eyes staring deep into his own.

"You made a decision, and so did I. You said so yourself that there was no turning back, and that your aim was to change your relationship with me, and me with you."

She had been close to him, but after saying those words, she had backed off, his specs still in hand, still making eye contact.

"I am not particularly fond with those who turn back on their words."

She would then place the shades back on Andrew for him before taking her leave.

[Tyr Odinson]

She thought this was the change?

"You think We've changed? No. Our change was big, but the change i spoke of will put us in a position we cant ignore. A position like this." He spoke after she paused when she was done speaking, and finished his sentence just as she moved to put his glasses back on.

Big mistake.

As her hands came in to put them on, his eyes still locked on hers, her body would have to move forward to place them on, bringing her within arms reach. His right hand came up, lazily smacking them away as he finished speaking. It would be a quick action. He wasn't slowly smacking them away, he was smacking them away like he didn't want them on his face, like he never wanted them on his face.His hand would hit hers, the glasses either flying from her grip or falling to the side with her hands. His left hand came up just as quickly, palm open, and cupped the side of her face as his lips met hers.

Ever since he told her there would be change, not a few hours before in that alley, he knew it would all lead up to that one moment. He recognized the feelings of attachment. It wasn't deep enough to be called love, no, not love, not yet. His feelings had to be returned, first. Retaliation or rejection was a part of his daily life, so her pulling away or not kissing back wouldn't phase him any. The windows, a deep, deep shade of tinted black, as well as bullet-proof, would offer not even a shadow to be seen within the car. His eyes would be open the entire time, either staring at her eyes, or, should she by some miracle kiss back, at her closed eyelids. He didn't know much about her, true, but he knew that deep in her was a person he longed to expose, if only to him, if only when they were alone. He didn't want her to be something she wasn't, but he wanted her to have someone she could count on, care about, love.

THIS was the change. THIS was drastic. Either she would leave and grow to love him through time, or she would leave and hate him completely for putting her in that spot. The third option was to hit him, or attack him right there, but ultimately it would end the same way-hate.

Love or hate.

As drastic a change as any.

[Mitsuki Park]

A position like what?

It all happened so quickly. The glasses had been knocked out of her hands, and she had been so tempted to pick them up. Her eyes followed his shades as they clattered to the ground, yet when she felt a palm press against her face, she directed her eyes and attention to Andrew...

A gasp.

She was frozen. Eyes stared back into his, wondering what his objective was by kissing her, because this is exactly one of her fears. There is a secret that Mitsuki is hiding - one that no one knows, but is the reason to why she dislikes having her personal space invaded. However, it appeared that ever since recently, she had gotten over her past - until now, that is. Afraid of an attachment, fear for his safety. Her pupils shook, breath caught in her throat, finding herself rather stuck and unable to move. When was the last time that she had been kissed? She was finding herself to relax - unwillingly - until there had been a knock on Andrew's window.

The guard.

If Andrew rolled down his window...

["I'm sorry sir, but you can not park your car out-- Miss Park?"]

Her face had been stoic, back against the seat as if nothing had happened. Eyes looked at the guard questioningly..

["Both Reita and Andrew are looking for you."]

She looked around...

"I don't see Andrew's car."

["I believe he ran from his previous location to the apartment after receiving a call from Mr. Park."]

Unbelievable.

She had more questions, but it was rude to pretend as if Andrew Black didn't exist.

"We'll be a minute."

He nodded. And if Andrew had opened his window and all this stuff with the guard happened, she would receive two text messages almost instantly, and she knew who they were from.

Bring him up.

And the other.

Who is he?

Short messages. Reita asked to bring him up to the apartment, and Andrew had asked who he was. Means that they found his car suspicious and was spying on it, and when the window was opened...well. She closed her cell phone, her other hand subconsciously touching her lips. It meant that Andrew was also up there, and if she brought Andrew up with her...

"Shit."

She uttered quietly, slipping her phone into her pocket.

"Park the car. You're coming up with me."

[Tyr Odinson]

Andrew felt her beginning to relax, saw in her eyes the conflict.

Then someone knocked at the window.

He left hand flew to the gun at his thigh, his right hand flowing to the netting in the seat behind his head, pulling out a spare pair of identical glasses. He had a few of them in the car, luckily one so close. They were on his face before so much as a second could go by. His guns, being fifty caliber bullets, were also silicone tipped, allowing armor piercing rounds that would easily blow through his re-enforced window. He placed the barrel to the window as he rolled it down, keeping it low enough that the body guard wouldn't see it. He spoke to mitsuki, who, after the man left, got a text or two on her phone.

She turned to him.

"Shit. Park the car. You're coming up with me."

His first reflexive answer was no. He wasn't going anywhere. But he looked into her eyes. Stared into them for a few seconds, then nodded, not offering any sort of argument. He replaced his gun in its holster.

"Fine. But my guns are coming with me." He stated plainly. He would go with her wherever she wanted. He hated to say it, but he cared for her, and if it was important to her that he follow her somewhere, he would do it. He trusted her. But he wasn't without wariness. He parked the car in the guest parking, got out, and followed her to where-ever they would be going.

The bodyguards words rang in his head.

"...after receiving a call from Mr. park"

Her father?

Brother?

'Perfect.' he thought bitterly, hands at the ready, eyes scanning everything.

[Mitsuki Park]

Her brother won't like the idea of having weapons in his home, but whatever. She left the car, giving a slight nod to the guard before swiping a card key through the front door. They lived on the second floor, so taking the elevator up wasn't necessary unless you had a bunch of crap to carry. In front of the door, she swiped another card and punched in numbers - rapidly. There was no sound, no red glow lighting up when you press a number - and/or a letter. The code itself was difficult to crack, because there was a shift key and an alt. When it came to her family, there was high security - not even Andrew Choi knew the code, nor would he ever.

Pushing open the door, she held it long enough for Andrew to step through. She took off her shoes, as it was Asian tradition to do so, totally ignoring Andrew C, and introduced Andrew B to Reita.

"Andrew Black, Reita. Reita, Andrew Black."

But before Andrew could even say anything, Reita popped a question. To Mitsuki. And Andrew Choi looked rather amused by her whole situation. Son of a b--...

["Is there a reason why it took you so long to get out of the car?"]

But before even Mitsuki could reply...

["Andrew Black, nice to meet you. I'm Andrew Choi!"]

His hand outstretched for a rather firm handshake, and already Mitsuki could see the problems that would...could arise in the near possible future. Although Andrew was an excellent liar in all aspects, she knew that this was, indeed, not the 'real' Andrew Choi she loved back when she was younger. As for Reita's question, she did not answer - but he still expected one.

["Then perhaps Mr. Black could answer the question for me?"]

Mitsuki remained quiet.

[Tyr Odinson]

Okay, so first name introductions. Sibling, not father. Good.

Second introduction. Andrew Choi. Well, wasn't that just interesting. Andrew shook the hand, Returning the tight squeeze with one to match it. He could have squeezed harder, but he didn't. No need to act macho. Andrew looked down at mitsuki quickly, making it look reflexive or natural, and judged by the look on her face that it would be unwise to tell them the real reason it took so long for her to get out of the car. He looked back to the two standing before him. He put his left hand in his pocket, leaving his right at his side, and spoke, his tone polite, yet strong.

"We were talking." He wasn't lying, since they were talking, but he wasn't telling the whole truth either. As an assassin, he was a professional at that, and at lying as well. He wouldn't lie to this one though. No, not to "Reita". It was obviously important that he speak with him. Sort of a "If you want to be around her, you need to get through me" sort of thing. He was happy to oblige. He kept his gaze fixed on him, almost ignoring the other Andrew. He didn't exactly know who this guy was, but he would find out later.

Andrew looked from one face to the other.

"Judging by the looks on your faces and the way i was hurried up here, you'd think i was under arrest. I do something wrong? If so, tell me. I'll try my best to remedy the situation."

'Like putting a bullet through both your fucking skulls. Nobody orders me around, and I'm not under any sort of interrogation, least of all by either of you. Last i checked she was her own person, and could probably handle herself better than either of you. So ease off her back, and mine.' Only mitsuki kept those words in his head. His brain hurt, his feelings twisting like a hot knife in his chest. He was on his best behavior, for her, not for them. What the hell was he doing here anyway? He shouldn't be here. He didn't want this. Any of it. She was school captain. he didn't want it.

Again and again and again he told himself he didn't want it.

But he did.

His calm face showed nothing as he watched both the men to see what they would do.

[Mitsuki Park]

["Well you didn't do anything wrong. Suki, on the other hand..."]

She was now openly glaring at Andrew Choi. She wasn't exactly fond of that nickname, since it made her seem like an innocent, weak little girl. And it was quite obvious that he called her that nickname just to piss her off. Reita, although not blood related to Mitsuki, had similar features as her, such as the stoic expression. Although Reita was generally more expressive, he also held an introverted personality. So when it comes to strangers, he keeps to himself - but he always liked meeting who Mitsuki hung out with, even though he did not openly show it. Evan and "Thrush" had been two people Mitsuki had met, and she supposed he was probably wondering why she had no females to accompany her.

["Well. A warning of your disappearance would have been nice."]

She nodded, feeling the tension in the air slowly whither away. She could not handle herself when it came to Andrew or Reita, or so she believed. They had been the ones to teach her nearly everything she knows, combat wise, after all. If she set her heart to it, she could probably manage to knock Andrew out, but beating Reita was beyond her comprehension.

Or at least, it was for now.

Andrew Choi felt a little threatened by Mr. Black's sudden appearance, as he did with all her male friends. He was protective of her. If he wasn't already in love with her, he'd think of her as a sister - but he wasn't into incest. And the thing is, Reita had already approved of Andrew Choi, since the two had known each other for a while - so naturally, Reita would favor Mr. Choi.

...and for the sake of names, we'll call Andrew Choi, Andy, and Andrew Black, Andrew.

Mitsuki had figured that Andrew probably now knew why her eye had subtly changed when he told her his name. By this, he should have figured out that Andy was an important person to her - or was - or is. Who knows?

Reita stood up.

["Is there a reason why my metal detector went off when you stepped through the door?"]




Like I said.

High security.

[Tyr Odinson]

Ah.

The guns.

He could already see THAT being a problem.

"Yeah, these might be why."

He took them out of they holster, quick as a blink, rotating them so they could be seen by both Andrew and reita. He didn't draw them menacingly, but carefully, making sure to keep his hands from the trigger. Judging by the way they had come up, entered, and how he stated there was a metal detector, Andrew figured they probably had problems with people who you didn't want problems with.

He sure hoped they didn't want his guns, because there was no way in hell he'd give them up. They would pry them from his cold, dead fingers before they were ever in they're hands. After he showed them, he flipped them back into they're holster smoothly, not trying to act cool, just going with how he would usually show someone them. As he stood there, in the middle of Mitsuki's house, he wondered if anything would truly even come of being here. His lips still tingled from the feeling of hers pressed against his, and his mind lingered on the fact that he felt them tightened, and then relaxed, like she was going to-

Kiss him back?

His face showed nothing.

His mind screamed everything.

[Mitsuki Park]

Reita let out a small thoughtful 'hm' before nodding his head. So long as he didn't shoot anything or anyone in his house, there shouldn't be problems. However, Reita himself was not too fond of guns. Although he had a whole collection of them, he rarely used them - he preferred other gadgets when it came to elimination. Mitsuki, on the other hand, was learning how to handle a gun with Andy. Wasn't easy at first, but with much practice, she had a decent aim and a sharp eye. Weaponry was very useful when it came to combat - or at least, it was in her opinion, so long as she doesn't depend on them to get the job done.

No, she doesn't kill people. She was talking about knocking people out.

And he wasn't the only one thinking about the kiss. Mitsuki was so confused - what is it that Andrew wanted with her? A romantic relationship? Or did he kiss her because he wanted answers? Using her, like so many people would in order to get some key information? The thing is, he already had her in the bag. She never stopped him, or pushed him away - and she wasn't sure why, at the moment, but she figured that she'd find her answers later. But as for now.

"If you have no more questions for him..."

["I do. But they can wait another day."]

She turned around, her hand reaching for his arm to escort him - and herself - out. No way in hell was she going to stay and get bombarded with more questions. But she had a few to ask to Andrew as well. So once they left the apartment building - since the whole place was bugged, she'd ask him a simple question.

"Why'd you do it?"