"Look, Takeshi," the senior high school boy said to his younger brother, "All you have to do is wave the gun around and nothing else. These idiots always bring their wallets and purses to a restaurant and they'll be scared out of their wits if they're in any danger. Just follow my lead, really, and you'll be fine."
"Right, Aniki," the younger boy confirmed, "I think I can do that..."
"Good. Let's bring some money back home for our sisters, okay? I don't want to be yelled at again..."
"I know, I know. Why does it have to be a cafe, though? And this specific one, too?"
"The people here have money, that's why it's this cafe."
"Okay. Let's go, then?"
"Yeah, kid, let's go."
The two casually entered the cafe, not looking at all the slightest strange, and took a seat. A waitress took their orders, and then they sat. They sat, waiting for the right opportunity. When the older brother found it, he acted. His little brother swiftly followed.
The older one yelled, "EVERYBODY SIT THE FUCK DOWN!! Put your hands up so we can take your valuables the easy way, and no one will be hurt!"
"And unless if you want a bullet in your face, no snitching out!"
"Nice, kid," the older brother whispered to his younger brother. He received a smirk and a nod.
However, once the nod was finished and the older brother went around tables taking wallets and such, the smaller, more fragile brother went to a table where there were two people; a young boy and another who seemed to be his older sister. They were eating their food without complaint, without any worries.
"Hey, you two!" The boy holding a gun received no answer. "Oi! Listen up, bitch." He then received a glare from the child that sent shivers up his spine. The girl kept eating, though. "You're going to put your hands up and let me take your money, you hear?"
"I don't see why you're waving that thing at me," the girl mumbled through the food in her mouth. "First off," she finished her bite of food, then continued, "use a knife. It's more intimidating. With a gun, the danger isn't present to the eyes, since the bullet's in a hidden chamber, and not out in the open where it can harm flesh instantly. With a knife, the danger is present, and people also usually think that a knife hurts more than a gun, but that's only if the user does it right, of course.
"With a gun, when you shoot, the blood is on the person you shot, so they own their own blood. But with a knife, when you stab, slash, cut, or another way of harming someone with this brilliant tool, the blood is on the knife, so you own the blood on the knife, and you own the person you harmed. And speaking of blood, knives can cause less of a mess than guns, if you use it with the correct technique."
The boy was wondering what in God's name was wrong with that woman. He thought she was crazy. And of course, his brother was still looking at the other tables across the cafe.
"And lastly about knives," the girl continued, grabbing an object off of the table she occupied with her brother, "Knives... knives are just so convenient. And you can find one almost anywhere." She rose from the table, turning around to greet the face of the confused boy. She had to bend slightly to meet said face in the eyes.
"Also, look down on who you're pointing a gun to." She rose slightly, as if for emphasis. "You can't hold a gun without knowing that you're in control, and showing that you do." She flicked the object in her hands, and created a clean hole in the boy's throat. "Sorry, but I don't feel like giving you much pain right now. Maybe in another life?" Her grin was horrible, terrifying. It was the last thing the poor boy saw before blood covered everything.
The older brother heard some commotion, so he turned around and went to where his brother was.
"What's taking so long, Takeshi?" he asked, calling over the his brother's figure in front of some woman. A bit later, and the figure fell, showing a disgusting smile upon the woman's face. "What the... Takeshi?!" He realized what just happened. "YOU KILLED TAKESHI, YOU BITCH!!!"
"Now, now, I don't like being called that," the girl teased, taking steps forward to display the blood soaking through her shoes. A puddle was made obvious on the floor, and some attenders of the cafe looked away, for fear of what that puddle contained.
The older brother, vengeance on his mind, pointed his gun at the young lady and pulled the trigger many times. When he let go, there was no woman, only a sharp pain in his back. It seemed that he was stabbed, and he was dying.
There was a gathering of police officers at the cafe.
"So there just happened to be a psychotic murderer when these guys showed up and gunned the place? Who's the murderer? Who're these guys? Why did the murderer murder them?" A rookie was bombarding the more experienced cop with many questions already.
"Just read the damn report, for God's sake. And yeah, the girl's name is unknown. She's known to kill people, but only criminals. She only does it when provoked. If others around her are dying, she's unaware. From other reports, some say she's the assassin that's been around for a few months. And I don't know what the hell is up with the witness' heads, but they say that she could dodge bullets. That's basically the report, rookie."
"Damn. Well, this is a mess for sure. I suppose coffee right now would be good..."
"Ah, I forgot, rookies don't have the sense of 'it happened, I turn my back, I forget this ever happened'. Sure, kid, let's get some coffee. Just not at this cafe."
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