Re: La Compilation
Okay, I'll give it a shot, I'll see what I can do.
"For some Ainu immigrant street shmuck who has utter apathy with the world and all its inhabitants as well as having no knowledge of social skills, I got to admit that I was extremely (the issue. Basically deal is 20 million credits)Miyano Ziz blinked at the words of the young Composer, "You can't honestly believe this deal is going to be easy as pie like you were making it sound to be. I'm no big-shot in the interplanetary criminal world like you and your old buddy Hanekoma claim to be but shouldn't we have more of your men accompanying us in the deal? I know from what rumors I heard from the prisoners when I spent my time in the Vale that the Commission, especially their leader, is known for back-stabbing their business partners. Had I been informed back at New Shibuya that the arrangement would be like this, I would had negated the offer handed to me by Hanekoma, Yoshiya."
"Does it matter what the arrangements are?" Yoshiya barked angrily at the silver haired boy, his fists slammed on the arm of his seat. The Composer turned back at his driver Neku and the cheery smile plastered on his face changed back into a frown, "Start the car. Our business partners are people who prefer to have their friends to arrive to the meeting point on time. I do not want them to have a bad impression of me because of the lack of effort by you useless whelps to get us there." Neku rolled his eyes and mouthed out something under his breath about inserting an object up areas in Yoshiya that are better to not be mentioned. Nevertheless, he followed the orders mandated by Yoshiya and inserted the ignition key into the car to start the car. "As for you, I seem to recall that you already accepted Hanekoma's offer and you're here anyways. So I already took the choice of leaving out of your hands. Call me Joshua by the way."
"Well...since that's all cleared up, do you want me to explain what's going on with this deal of yours and Hanekoma's or can you actually handle it on your own?" Neku asked the young silver-haired Composer as the driver laid his sneakers on top of the driver's wheel. "Because to be a bit honest, I'm a bit tired of you ordering me around like I'm some sort of errand boy...or lackey."
Yoshiya rolled his eyes and scoffed, as if he was the one being offended. A malicious smile formed on the young Composer's pale lips as an equally malicious thought materialized in the inner confines of the boy's complex subonscious."I am so sorry that I've been so hard on you lately, honey but I always assumed that you were used to doing this for a living. I remembered when I had first found you on the streets of old Shibuya always moping on about how the world and its inhabitants are cruel...you were much cuter back then than you are now, you Grinch."
Ziz couldn’t stand Yoshiya's annoying voice anymore, nor could anyone else for that matter. But he decided to continue listening when Sakuraba Neku, someone he can actually relate to and who looked like wasn't a mental basket case like everyone else, decided to explain their little operation. Meanwhile, Miyano Ziz could not help but feel that something was a bit too iffy about this deal. Out of the tens of thousands of criminals locked in the interplanetary peniterary system, he had to be released today and meet these guys. He really felt like shooting himself just about now, his lack of a gun or any weapon for that matter prevented this.
“Fine, whatever. The Commission is a bunch of Nobodies that specialize in the manufacturing and selling of illegal narcotics, along with a substantial stake in the prostitution and loan sharking. One operates the uh, business.”
With that, the 4x4 vehicle drove off towards the Skyscraper of Lingering Memories in the Downtown section of the metropolis up ahead. And not far behind it, drove several unidentified men riding on bikes.
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Ziz, Yoshiya, Neku, Bei, Roku and the other Anjiru Yakuza clan members spotted the two figures almost immediately-already waiting for them to arrive. One of them was already standing on open ground with two briefcases. The other was sitting in the helicopter.
"Looks like we've managed to get here around the same time as them. It'll score us some extra points with Lord Hanekoma once he recieves news of the exchange's success." Sakuraba Neku stopped the car and took the small golden key out of the ignition starter. The spiky orange-haired teenager turned his head from the driver's perspective and faced everyone who stood there. Out of all the guys in the back, the young Anjiru Yakuza Composer Yoshiya who unfortunately served as a superior fidgeted around his seat impatiently like some wacky child high on candy. It was time to perform the exchange between the Anjirus and the Commission. "Okay guys, we are going to roll with this exactly as ol' Hanekoma wants, by the books, so we can't bring any of our weapons. Being the only one who has any experience with dealing with the Commission, we're going to expect that these bastards have some firepower on them as well as around them."
The spiky orange-haired teen turned back towards the driver's wheel and stared outside. "Here's the lowdown on the deal, they seem to want a straight exchange on open ground," spoke Neku as he saw the two enigmatic figures wearing the black cloaks draped over their bodies, concealing their identities from being leaked. "Let's stay calm and cool about this, guys. We do not want to let them to detect our fear unless we're just asking to be killed. I want us to stay nice and tight, that understood?"
To make sure that Yoshiya, being the snot-nosed brat that he was, would not screw up the lucrative business transaction of Hanekoma that Sakuraba Neku set up, the latter one mentioned as well as Ziz and the two other Yakuza mobsters Bei and Roku all got out of the vehicle, carrying heavy suitcases filled with the twenty million or so credits that Hanekoma had given them for the assignment.
"I didn't call for you to come, damn it!" yelled Yoshiya at Neku and the gangsters.
"Well hello there!" The dealer greete at the four approaching Yoshiya from behind with a small wave of his hands, "I assume they are your men?"
"Yeah, they are...do you got the stuff that your boss said he was going to bring me and my boys?" Yoshiya asked the enigmatic figure wearing the black coat. "My good pal Hanekoma and the Anjiru cartel are honorable men who prefer that his business associates keep their word, for your own sake really. I do not wish to have to bring out more of my beautiful men for anything more than the transaction of the cocaine and money."
As they were sorting out the business transaction, the group of bikers that had followed Yoshiya and the guys from the airport arrived in a spot nearby. Three men emptied themselves out of their bikes creeping from a side entrance, and crouched behind some shipping crates located nearby. They were equipped with DC-15 assault blaster rifles as well as the standardized SOLDIER gunblade and readied themselves in their spot, ready to strike when given the order.
The man nodded feverishly, "Of course, Yoshiya-sama! I myself am a man of my word!" He snapped his fingers and a bunch of more Nobodies, like the dealer wearing the same black cloak worn over their bodies, bursted out of the helicoptor, carrying briefcases filled with the white powder. "Did you really think that rumor about the Commission being slightly dishonorable at times was true?"
"Let us see the product and then maybe, we'll trust you," Sakuraba Neku said.
The Commission Nobodies pulled out the briefcases showing the Anjiru mobster the contents that were inside. "This stuff is the best, knocks you down before you even finish sniffing the stuff. I got it for a good bargain from the local cocoa plantation owners at the Destiny Island. It's one hundred percent pure grade A straight from the Islands, nothing from the other worlds can beat that," proudly announced the dealer.
"Why should we trust this guy, Yoshiya? He looks a bit too shady for we to be dealing with..." Miyano Ziz turned to Sakuraba Neku and wondered if the boy was feeling the same thing as him. Something about the transaction was just too fishy to be this easy.
"..."
"Just shut the hell up. I'm paying you both to provide some back-up for this deal...not to be criticizing my business tactics! Now shut your mouths before I get the police to send both your asses back to be fresh meat back in the Vale!"
"Since you asked me about the coke, I need to verify if you got the credits with you," said the dealer, flipping back the latches on the suitcases filled with cocaine and left them in the middle. He clearly was trusting of Yoshiya and his boys as Yoshiya and everyone else were trusting of this dealer and the Commission. "That is...if you don't mind me checking? After all, we're all business associates...right?"
"Of course, we are!" Yoshiya smiled at the man, "This is turning out easier than we both expect! How marvelous this day has turned out to be! Once this gets through, I'm bound to have Hanekoma give me the title of the Producer!"
Ziz and Neku facepalmed, "Kissass."
The Commission dealer chuckled for a bit at Yoshiya's excited glee, "Yes...we'll both benefit from this very profitable transaction of ours. Now about the money that you said that your boss Lord Hankeoma promised to give us, I believe it was twenty million credits from what I remember?"
"Neku, Ziz, Roku and Bei, show this good man that we intend to keep up our part of the bargain."
"Those are hundreds and thousands credits right there in the case, marked and unused," replied Yoshiya. "You can count it when you're well on your way back to Commission HQ, wherever that may be."
"Excellent, you got ourselves a transaction!" The dealer chimed and burst into laughter, "HAHA!" Roku and Bei muttered something under their breath as they took the four suitcases filled with money in the middle and were going to give it to the dealer's Commission goons, who decided to just stand there like a bunch of immobile statues. At the same time, Neku and Ziz took the four suitcase that were in the same spot and were about to bring them with them.
One of the assassins, apparently the head of the operation gave the other two accompanying him an affirmative nod, begin mission so to speak. They jumped out from behind the shipping crates and constainers and opened fire.
"Oh shit!"
Three of the men, judged by the cloaks that they were Commission members were taken down, and the third attempted to run back to the car, which then exploded into a fiery inferno which consumed the driver inside. The helicopter lifted off and flew away. Another fired a shot which hit Neku in the stomach while a second shot got lodged into his eye socket. Yoshiya dropped, the Angels ran and grabbed the suitcases. One of the buyers still squirmed on the ground. One of the angels aimed his gunblade at the buyers face and struck him in the eye
"What the friggin' hell is happening?" Ziz questioned himself as he sat behind the charring ruins of a car that had exploded a few seconds ago when the shootout began. Everyone that was him in the car from Roku and Bei to Neku, even the annoying Composer Yoshiya, had their relatively short lives cut down within a matter of mere milliseconds as a result of the bullets. The cold, concrete ground of the plaza was shed in scarlet liquid, the lifegiving substance that was the soul. "I need to get out of this hellhole and get home."
"There's one still alive! Set for kill!"
"Cut him down so there won't be any witnesses to tell anything to damn SOLDIER!"
"Not on my watch!" shouted a deep, omnsicent voice coming from above and Ziz swooped in killing the assasins with one strike.
"That's that."
"Just who are you and why do you look so much like me?" This just had to be some strange dream of his. The winged man was a completely identical replica of himself save for the different colors that were in the older self's eyes and he looked a bit more older than him, probably the age gap itself was only a few years. "Wait, what are you doing?"
"..." The man just sighed and turned away from him, beginning to walk away, "Go home to your family, I'm sure your friends and family miss you back at the Radiant Garden."
"What did you do? Where are going?"
"Fulfilling a responsibility to you that I had failed to keep for the past sixteen years ever since that incident. I am disappointed in myself that I forsook the responsibility of watching my living legacy grow up into a hopefully well rounded young man although you turned out to be another me. The world doesn't need another Nightingale...one is more than enough," responded the older looking self of him as he approached the younger teen, named after him by his mother Kelsie, the former love of his life. Ziz could not have imagined how worried this boy's family, the family that he imagined himself having with Kelsie if he had been the one who won her heart and lived, was. They had probably called the local authorities in Radiant Garden out of worry for their son. "I am going to bring you somewhere where all your answers will be answers, yet you will be riddled with more questions. Come with me."
"Frig off, old man! I'm not going anywhere with you unless you tell me who you are!"
"I didn't want to do this but you've pressed my buttons far too much," the older man grunted as he approached his younger namesake and grabbed him by his hair, and raised him up high in the air, "you need to learn some manners."
Okay, I'll give it a shot, I'll see what I can do.
"For some Ainu immigrant street shmuck who has utter apathy with the world and all its inhabitants as well as having no knowledge of social skills, I got to admit that I was extremely (the issue. Basically deal is 20 million credits)Miyano Ziz blinked at the words of the young Composer, "You can't honestly believe this deal is going to be easy as pie like you were making it sound to be. I'm no big-shot in the interplanetary criminal world like you and your old buddy Hanekoma claim to be but shouldn't we have more of your men accompanying us in the deal? I know from what rumors I heard from the prisoners when I spent my time in the Vale that the Commission, especially their leader, is known for back-stabbing their business partners. Had I been informed back at New Shibuya that the arrangement would be like this, I would had negated the offer handed to me by Hanekoma, Yoshiya."
"Does it matter what the arrangements are?" Yoshiya barked angrily at the silver haired boy, his fists slammed on the arm of his seat. The Composer turned back at his driver Neku and the cheery smile plastered on his face changed back into a frown, "Start the car. Our business partners are people who prefer to have their friends to arrive to the meeting point on time. I do not want them to have a bad impression of me because of the lack of effort by you useless whelps to get us there." Neku rolled his eyes and mouthed out something under his breath about inserting an object up areas in Yoshiya that are better to not be mentioned. Nevertheless, he followed the orders mandated by Yoshiya and inserted the ignition key into the car to start the car. "As for you, I seem to recall that you already accepted Hanekoma's offer and you're here anyways. So I already took the choice of leaving out of your hands. Call me Joshua by the way."
"Well...since that's all cleared up, do you want me to explain what's going on with this deal of yours and Hanekoma's or can you actually handle it on your own?" Neku asked the young silver-haired Composer as the driver laid his sneakers on top of the driver's wheel. "Because to be a bit honest, I'm a bit tired of you ordering me around like I'm some sort of errand boy...or lackey."
Yoshiya rolled his eyes and scoffed, as if he was the one being offended. A malicious smile formed on the young Composer's pale lips as an equally malicious thought materialized in the inner confines of the boy's complex subonscious."I am so sorry that I've been so hard on you lately, honey but I always assumed that you were used to doing this for a living. I remembered when I had first found you on the streets of old Shibuya always moping on about how the world and its inhabitants are cruel...you were much cuter back then than you are now, you Grinch."
Ziz couldn’t stand Yoshiya's annoying voice anymore, nor could anyone else for that matter. But he decided to continue listening when Sakuraba Neku, someone he can actually relate to and who looked like wasn't a mental basket case like everyone else, decided to explain their little operation. Meanwhile, Miyano Ziz could not help but feel that something was a bit too iffy about this deal. Out of the tens of thousands of criminals locked in the interplanetary peniterary system, he had to be released today and meet these guys. He really felt like shooting himself just about now, his lack of a gun or any weapon for that matter prevented this.
“Fine, whatever. The Commission is a bunch of Nobodies that specialize in the manufacturing and selling of illegal narcotics, along with a substantial stake in the prostitution and loan sharking. One operates the uh, business.”
With that, the 4x4 vehicle drove off towards the Skyscraper of Lingering Memories in the Downtown section of the metropolis up ahead. And not far behind it, drove several unidentified men riding on bikes.
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Ziz, Yoshiya, Neku, Bei, Roku and the other Anjiru Yakuza clan members spotted the two figures almost immediately-already waiting for them to arrive. One of them was already standing on open ground with two briefcases. The other was sitting in the helicopter.
"Looks like we've managed to get here around the same time as them. It'll score us some extra points with Lord Hanekoma once he recieves news of the exchange's success." Sakuraba Neku stopped the car and took the small golden key out of the ignition starter. The spiky orange-haired teenager turned his head from the driver's perspective and faced everyone who stood there. Out of all the guys in the back, the young Anjiru Yakuza Composer Yoshiya who unfortunately served as a superior fidgeted around his seat impatiently like some wacky child high on candy. It was time to perform the exchange between the Anjirus and the Commission. "Okay guys, we are going to roll with this exactly as ol' Hanekoma wants, by the books, so we can't bring any of our weapons. Being the only one who has any experience with dealing with the Commission, we're going to expect that these bastards have some firepower on them as well as around them."
The spiky orange-haired teen turned back towards the driver's wheel and stared outside. "Here's the lowdown on the deal, they seem to want a straight exchange on open ground," spoke Neku as he saw the two enigmatic figures wearing the black cloaks draped over their bodies, concealing their identities from being leaked. "Let's stay calm and cool about this, guys. We do not want to let them to detect our fear unless we're just asking to be killed. I want us to stay nice and tight, that understood?"
To make sure that Yoshiya, being the snot-nosed brat that he was, would not screw up the lucrative business transaction of Hanekoma that Sakuraba Neku set up, the latter one mentioned as well as Ziz and the two other Yakuza mobsters Bei and Roku all got out of the vehicle, carrying heavy suitcases filled with the twenty million or so credits that Hanekoma had given them for the assignment.
"I didn't call for you to come, damn it!" yelled Yoshiya at Neku and the gangsters.
"Well hello there!" The dealer greete at the four approaching Yoshiya from behind with a small wave of his hands, "I assume they are your men?"
"Yeah, they are...do you got the stuff that your boss said he was going to bring me and my boys?" Yoshiya asked the enigmatic figure wearing the black coat. "My good pal Hanekoma and the Anjiru cartel are honorable men who prefer that his business associates keep their word, for your own sake really. I do not wish to have to bring out more of my beautiful men for anything more than the transaction of the cocaine and money."
As they were sorting out the business transaction, the group of bikers that had followed Yoshiya and the guys from the airport arrived in a spot nearby. Three men emptied themselves out of their bikes creeping from a side entrance, and crouched behind some shipping crates located nearby. They were equipped with DC-15 assault blaster rifles as well as the standardized SOLDIER gunblade and readied themselves in their spot, ready to strike when given the order.
The man nodded feverishly, "Of course, Yoshiya-sama! I myself am a man of my word!" He snapped his fingers and a bunch of more Nobodies, like the dealer wearing the same black cloak worn over their bodies, bursted out of the helicoptor, carrying briefcases filled with the white powder. "Did you really think that rumor about the Commission being slightly dishonorable at times was true?"
"Let us see the product and then maybe, we'll trust you," Sakuraba Neku said.
The Commission Nobodies pulled out the briefcases showing the Anjiru mobster the contents that were inside. "This stuff is the best, knocks you down before you even finish sniffing the stuff. I got it for a good bargain from the local cocoa plantation owners at the Destiny Island. It's one hundred percent pure grade A straight from the Islands, nothing from the other worlds can beat that," proudly announced the dealer.
"Why should we trust this guy, Yoshiya? He looks a bit too shady for we to be dealing with..." Miyano Ziz turned to Sakuraba Neku and wondered if the boy was feeling the same thing as him. Something about the transaction was just too fishy to be this easy.
"..."
"Just shut the hell up. I'm paying you both to provide some back-up for this deal...not to be criticizing my business tactics! Now shut your mouths before I get the police to send both your asses back to be fresh meat back in the Vale!"
"Since you asked me about the coke, I need to verify if you got the credits with you," said the dealer, flipping back the latches on the suitcases filled with cocaine and left them in the middle. He clearly was trusting of Yoshiya and his boys as Yoshiya and everyone else were trusting of this dealer and the Commission. "That is...if you don't mind me checking? After all, we're all business associates...right?"
"Of course, we are!" Yoshiya smiled at the man, "This is turning out easier than we both expect! How marvelous this day has turned out to be! Once this gets through, I'm bound to have Hanekoma give me the title of the Producer!"
Ziz and Neku facepalmed, "Kissass."
The Commission dealer chuckled for a bit at Yoshiya's excited glee, "Yes...we'll both benefit from this very profitable transaction of ours. Now about the money that you said that your boss Lord Hankeoma promised to give us, I believe it was twenty million credits from what I remember?"
"Neku, Ziz, Roku and Bei, show this good man that we intend to keep up our part of the bargain."
"Those are hundreds and thousands credits right there in the case, marked and unused," replied Yoshiya. "You can count it when you're well on your way back to Commission HQ, wherever that may be."
"Excellent, you got ourselves a transaction!" The dealer chimed and burst into laughter, "HAHA!" Roku and Bei muttered something under their breath as they took the four suitcases filled with money in the middle and were going to give it to the dealer's Commission goons, who decided to just stand there like a bunch of immobile statues. At the same time, Neku and Ziz took the four suitcase that were in the same spot and were about to bring them with them.
One of the assassins, apparently the head of the operation gave the other two accompanying him an affirmative nod, begin mission so to speak. They jumped out from behind the shipping crates and constainers and opened fire.
"Oh shit!"
Three of the men, judged by the cloaks that they were Commission members were taken down, and the third attempted to run back to the car, which then exploded into a fiery inferno which consumed the driver inside. The helicopter lifted off and flew away. Another fired a shot which hit Neku in the stomach while a second shot got lodged into his eye socket. Yoshiya dropped, the Angels ran and grabbed the suitcases. One of the buyers still squirmed on the ground. One of the angels aimed his gunblade at the buyers face and struck him in the eye
"What the friggin' hell is happening?" Ziz questioned himself as he sat behind the charring ruins of a car that had exploded a few seconds ago when the shootout began. Everyone that was him in the car from Roku and Bei to Neku, even the annoying Composer Yoshiya, had their relatively short lives cut down within a matter of mere milliseconds as a result of the bullets. The cold, concrete ground of the plaza was shed in scarlet liquid, the lifegiving substance that was the soul. "I need to get out of this hellhole and get home."
"There's one still alive! Set for kill!"
"Cut him down so there won't be any witnesses to tell anything to damn SOLDIER!"
"Not on my watch!" shouted a deep, omnsicent voice coming from above and Ziz swooped in killing the assasins with one strike.
"That's that."
"Just who are you and why do you look so much like me?" This just had to be some strange dream of his. The winged man was a completely identical replica of himself save for the different colors that were in the older self's eyes and he looked a bit more older than him, probably the age gap itself was only a few years. "Wait, what are you doing?"
"..." The man just sighed and turned away from him, beginning to walk away, "Go home to your family, I'm sure your friends and family miss you back at the Radiant Garden."
"What did you do? Where are going?"
"Fulfilling a responsibility to you that I had failed to keep for the past sixteen years ever since that incident. I am disappointed in myself that I forsook the responsibility of watching my living legacy grow up into a hopefully well rounded young man although you turned out to be another me. The world doesn't need another Nightingale...one is more than enough," responded the older looking self of him as he approached the younger teen, named after him by his mother Kelsie, the former love of his life. Ziz could not have imagined how worried this boy's family, the family that he imagined himself having with Kelsie if he had been the one who won her heart and lived, was. They had probably called the local authorities in Radiant Garden out of worry for their son. "I am going to bring you somewhere where all your answers will be answers, yet you will be riddled with more questions. Come with me."
"Frig off, old man! I'm not going anywhere with you unless you tell me who you are!"
"I didn't want to do this but you've pressed my buttons far too much," the older man grunted as he approached his younger namesake and grabbed him by his hair, and raised him up high in the air, "you need to learn some manners."
Anywho, the American Dragon-Sora one shot will be next since Ringleader Man reminded me of the suggestion.
