Walking through the streets of an all too familiar neighborhood, was a girl, 17 or 18 years of age, walking through, with her older brother. Her name was Lyka, with red hair and black eyes, people would think she was a regular teen. But they were wrong, she had just gotten her black belt, meaning she was dangerous and skilled in the arts of self defense. At 5'4, she was still pretty intimidating for a redhead. She wore a black tank top, with a short blue jeans skirt.

Her older brother, was Jake, with slightly more fiery red hair and bright green eyes, he was someone who would smile in any situation. Be warned, if the situation is bad, he has the power to kick your ass without breaking a sweat. He's very sweet though, a good cook, can sew, clean, etc, he's the perfect house man, and is good looking for a 20 year old.

Walking into their apparently building, Jake said,"I bet you, I can beat you to the apparently by stairs."

"No way, you'd have to skip floors to get to our room!" Lyka replied, a competitive twinkle in her eye.

"You're on!" They both said. Jake threw open the door to the stairs and started to run up. While Lyka laughed,"Sucker, I have the keys." She waltzed into the elevator, drying off the umbrella she had used before due to the sudden rain. It was said for the storm to start up again later on, but she didn't mind the forecast, so she stood there, waiting for the elevator doors to close.

Meanwhile, a tall lanky male raced down the sidewalk. His violet hair was plastered against his forehead, slick with sweat. Dressed in a dark red hoodie and torn white linen pants, he easily blended with common people. Worn brown combat boots sheathed his burning feet and carried his gradually tiring body. Under his hoodie strapped against a black wife beater was several combat knives and hand guns. The powder blue book bag encased an M40A3 with a couple of cases of ammunition, its straps cut into his shoulders as he bore the heavy weight.

His long lean legs built like a powerful machine, gave him great powerful strides that outpaced anyone. His feet pounded against man-made concrete, arms whipping by his sides, and with smooth agility weaved his way through the crowds. People’s heads turned as they felt a small breeze sweep their cheeks but the male in question was already gone leaving a blurry after image implanted into their eyes.

In hot pursuit of the male, came behind several important looking people dressed in head to toe with formal affair and cradling small Glock 19 handguns inside the pockets of their fine tailored jackets. Their faces were twisted with a certain look of hatred that would make anyone ignorant wince away. Feet outfitted in pinching black shoes they chased after the male like wolves inches away from prey.

His eyes, a sharp golden, narrowed in frustration spotting his predators closing in after throwing a quick glance over his aching shoulder.

Quickly swiping a hand over his forehead, he racked his brain for ideas while scanning his visual distance for anything that would help him shake off pursuers. Then he noticed the building his notorious client promised to send a chopper in order to help him get away from the crime scene. It was a rather tall building; a couple of stories high with blue glass that reflected soft white stratocumulus clouds. Yet again, it was better than nothing.

He raced on ahead reaching the entrance then gripping the gold door handle and throwing it open.

Finding himself in a red carpeted lobby with a sparking chandelier, he rushed towards the elevator doors that were beginning to close. Hurling himself through the narrow gap, the doors closed with a “ding!” behind him.

Gray elevator doors started to close, a sigh of relief left the redhead's lips, Thank goodness, she thought, leaning her back on the elevator wall,"I can finally go home now...." The red head took her cellphone, and started texting, replying to previous texts that she hadn't answered to yet. Laughing to herself at a couple of pictures her friends sent her from their vacations.

Life was good, she got her black belt, got some celebration food that was bought by her brother. And now was headed home to drink her ass off with orange juice and maybe eat some mangoes. Yup, to Lyka, it was living the dream. She was caught off guard when a hooded figure suddenly rushed to the elevator at the last possible minute. She flinched, glaring at the unknown man with dead black eyes.

"Why the rush dude? Not like dogs are after you." She said angrily, putting earphones in one ear. She turned on her mp3 player, the music not very loud, but loud to her sensitive hearing.

Her phone rang, playing a song by There for Tomorrow, Joyride. Opening her cellphone and putting it to her ear, she had to put the phone back due to her brother's extremely loud yelling.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?! YOU HAVE THE KEYS GOD DAMN IT!" Came her brother's bothersome voice on the phone. Lyka made a face, she hated it sometimes when her brother was pissed off, it made him really cranky at times.

Putting the phone back to her ear, she replied with a smartass tone to tease Jake,"I'm going up by the elevator, sorry you forgot I had the keys." She smirked in response, then hung up on a PMSing Jake.

Yes! He made it just in time. His momentum carried him to the back of the elevator where his feet scraped against the ground, breaking into a stop.

“Why the rush dude? Not like dogs are after you.” A clearly irritated female voice rang out.

He looked up startled by her voice.

It had a brassy sound to it, clear-cut but not as sharp as glass.

She was glaring at him, with those black eyes, a pair of dark bottomless abysses that appeared to swallow him whole. His lungs were tearing a hole through his chest and his body shook in the effort to take in large amounts of oxygen. Sweat dripped off his cheek as he shakily straightened up.

“Sorry.”

Ignorant bliss was something he had loss when he was young. How lucky she was.

She had already turned away scrolling and button mashing on a cell phone. That was fine with him, as long as he could manage to get to the roof, everything would be okay.

His client would meet him, talk about any remaining details then money would be transferred to his bank account in Switzerland. After, he would take a jet to Italy and meet up with one of his friends. Then come back to America and crash in his mansion estate in upstate New York.

Still, his fingers reflexively twitched towards gun nearest his hand. If something were to happen he would have to kill her. It would be easy to make it look like an accident; then again whoever loved her would grieve for their lost. He would send flowers, two dozen long stemmed claret roses to match her hair.

If he manages to escape, he also had to send flowers to the family he had just eliminated their main money giver and father; the flowers would most likely be white lilies. The family probably hated the politician judging his horrible reputation and numerous scandals then he had done them a favor. It was a quick death, sniping right into his heart.

He tapped his foot impatiently watching the floor numbers light up.

Suddenly, when he thought anything could get worse the lights began to flicker and the elevator jarring to a slow halt on the 18th floor.

Lyka drummed her fingers on the elevator wall, impatient, she wanted to get home so she could eat her food and sleep her ass off. But all that went down the drain when the lights flickered off and the elevator slowed to a stop on the 18th floor. She panicked, a power outage, really? Lyka sighed, she chose the worst day to use the elevator. But, she couldn't run up the stairs without breaking some part of her body. So she hit tha elevator doors, screaming,"HELP! I'M STUCK IN AN ELEVATOR WITH A FREAKING RAPIST!" A yelp came from the girl as she elevator creaked from her sudden movement, ducking to the ground, Lyka checked her phone,"No signal?! Great, we're stuck here!" She pouted, standing back up,"Out of all the people in the world, it has to be this rapist-of-a-man here!" She complained, stomping her foot and flinching as the elevator creaked again.
(brain fart :P)

The lights had completely gone off, leaving the pair in the inky dark. He flinched as the girl went hysterical, in his opinion slamming her fists into the elevator door while jarring their container to swing back and forth. He stood his ground and pulled out a flashlight from his pocket.

“Will you calm down? I am not going to rape you.” He retorted and flicked the flashlight on creating a beam of light that radiated dimly.

“It’s probably going to be a short outage, let’s just wait until help comes.”

I’m going to wait as long as I possibly can before those bastards catch up. Knowing them they probably thought I ditched somewhere else hopefully. This girl is very strange.

Lyka looked at the man suspiciously,"Of course not...." She huffed, turning away from the man, his face was shadowed by his hood, and the darkness. She covered her eyes when the flashlight went on. While waiting for the police to arrive, she thought for a minute, why was she putting her guard down, he could be lying about the rapist bit.

Always remember what brother told you Ly! She thought to herself, In this world, there are two types of guys, the weird rapist ones, and the nice, and sweet kind. She nodded to herself, the man seemed to be those wierd kinds, not too rapist like, but he looked like some serial killer off the streets. She wanted to ask him why he had ran into the elevator like he did, but when she opened her mouth, she was startled into silence when she hear banging on the elevator doors.

"We know you're in there! Come out!" Voices of officers could be heard on the other side of the doors.

I'm saved!

He watched as she huffed and guarded her eyes against the glare his flashlight was making. He let out a sigh, and then leaned against the elevator wall.

If they managed to catch up with him and if she was still with him they would be killed on the spot. Assuming that these orders were from his eldest son, who had been eagerly waiting for his old geezer to die, their ultimate passing to the next world would not be pretty. Heck, the power hungry geezer jr. would most likely torture them for a while also.

She seemed to have an internal battle with herself. She had no idea how lucky she was, not be tangled in with kind of monkey business to have a living. She looked over at him then opened her mouth as if she was going to say something then was interrupted by loud banging against the door.

"We know you're in there! Come out!"

His blood turned cold. He was caught.

It was the rough voice of the one who had tried to kill him in the past. He was very close to completing it. Gunshots rang against the heavy metal door of the elevator. They were trying to get it open. “Once I get my hands on you, you shit we are going to play a little game called I chop off a body part and you scream as loud as you can!”

He had no time to lose. Flipping off his hood he put the flashlight in-between his clenched teeth.

He pulled out a pair of gloves, and climbed up the wall using only his upper body strength. Using on hand to keep him on the ceiling he removed the escape hatch on top of the elevator. The shaft above him looked long but the dark emptiness was lit up by small lights alongside the walls. He made to flip himself out of the elevator then stopped when he looked down back at her.

Ugh, me and my stupid soft side.

Spitting the flashlight out of his mouth, “Are you coming or what?”

Lyka's eyes widened, she had never heard officers like that before, it scared her. She yelped as she heard the threats come from behind the door. And she almost screamed when the gunshots reflected off the thick metal. She turned and didn't see the man, which got her worried. Where was the strange man that was with her just moments ago. She looked around wildly. She looked around for the man in the small elevator. Lyka saw the man's legs hanging out of the hatch. She looked up, and nodded vigorously,"Are they friends of yours Mister?" She asked sarcastically.

She looked up at him, he was stronger than she had thought. She seemed to look at him in shock. Lyka sighed, running a hand through her red hair. She just had to get on the elevator. Why couldn't she just go by the stairs like her brother? Speaking of Jake, he was probably freaking out by now.

She stared up at him eyes wide, she was scared. Then nodding her head rapidly, she asked him. "Are they friends of yours Mister?" Sarcasm edged the tone of her voice.

He shrugged, “If you count friends being people that want to murder you then no.” Then he reached his long arms down grabbing her hands and hauled her up carefully.

He then opened his bag pulling out a signal bomb. He quickly attached the colored wires turning it on but keeping the cherry numbers paused which he tossed into the elevator then closed the escape hatch.

“Okay, now before we die possibly by these friends of mine. Let’s start on a new page. My name is Sora Ryuunosuke I am a Japanese hitman from Shibuya, Tokyo. However, I own estates in over ten different countries. Nice to meet you.”

He smiled.

The redhead looked at the man quizically, while catching her breath on the top of the elevator. This wasn't something she did every day, so it wasn't surprising that she wasn't used to it. Hitman? Murder? Does the world hate me now? She sighed in defeat, she was now pulled into the guys twisted, fucked up world, might as well go down knowing each other's names.

"Nice to meet you Sora, name's Lyka Banoquillio, recent black belt and lover of all food." She stood, looking around for an exit to the top. She saw rungs on the side of the walls. Looking up, it led all the way to the top floor. She pulled on the first few rungs, sturdy, a bit on the rusty side, but mostly sturdy enough to hold their weight. She looked at Sora, and pointed to the rungs.

"You go first Sora." She said, pointing to the rungs, hoping they would fall on him and she could save herself the trouble of getting to deep in his shit.

“Okay, Lyka not to alarm you or anything but if you spill my dirty secrets to the world I unfortunately enough have to kill you. No worries the death will be swift and you won’t feel a thing. However you are warned, so please do not be surprised.” He nodded rather calmly for someone talking about killing someone else.

Sora went over to the rungs she was pointing at and gave it a sharp tug. They seemed okay but age and rust were weakening them greatly. He didn’t want to climb up then look back to see Lyka plummet to her death. Although that would be pretty cool watching someone freefall it wouldn’t be good for his reputation.

“No I think it would be better you to go first, in case you fall then I would be able to catch you. I’m much stronger than I look.” Sora replied.

Lyka facepalmed, of course it had to be like that, this whole thing was turning into one of those dramas her parents used to watch on tv. She nodded,"Figures you would say that." She knew she was wearing a skirt, but she was unsure in the man in front of her was just plain oblivious, or a legit perv. Lyka rana hand through her hair, she wasn't going to fight with him at a time like this.

"Fine, pervert."

She groaned, and hoisted herself up onto the rungs. She made sure her small skirt was down. and she started to climb up. It was dark, and she could barely see the rungs, but the dim lights on the sides of the walls did contribute quite a bit to her sight.

She turned her head when she was a few feet off the ground,"You coming or not Sora? I don't mind that you die, just not in the elevator shaft, I'll be suspected of murder." She deadpanned, sometimes she had a tendency to get straight to the point, and this was one of those times.

Pervert? Sora became confused. What did I do to make myself seem like a pervert? Maybe she was still assuming he was a rapist and didn’t believe his self-introduction. Then again, he didn’t expect her to believe it.

Lyka began to climb up the rungs, he waited until she was at least nine rungs away from him and then he began to climb after her. The elevator shaft was still dark and he could only see faint outlines of things assisted by the dim sky lights alongside the shaft walls. And then that’s when he realized it.

SHE WAS WEARING A SKIRT AND FLASHING HER UNDERWEAR TO HIM!

Sora squeaked then quickly turned his burning red face away. Why me?! Why now?! AGRAHHHHH! He almost let go of the rungs in shock.

“Umm…Lyka…could you possibly climb faster?”

Lyka looked down at him,"Why? It's not my fault you made me go first." She snickered at the man's stupidity,"You must've been really stupid to not realize my clothing."

After making fun of the poor man, she sighed,"I can't blame you though, no actually I can." She then looked up, and started to climb a bit faster. "You know, you're stupider than you look sometimes, for a hitman." She shook her head sadly, maybe the man was a bit stupid, but it felt good to see his face go red from realizing his mistake. But all jokes aside, she kept climbing.

As she neared the top, however, there was a problem, the elevator doors on the top floor were closed, leaving no way out of the small shaft. She turned back to the perverted man.

"Hey Sora-perv, how are we getting the elevator doors open?" Her voice rang and echoed a bit in the small space. He was underneath her, and she wasn't sure the man was brave enough to climb over her and to the doors, but hey, it was the man who made her climb up a ladder first due to the dangers of her falling, fully unaware that she was wearing a skirt. Who knows what could happen.

Sora looked taken back. "Well, it's not like I checked you out when I entered the elevator." He retorted, face still a bright red. "I'm not a pervert! That would make me a pedophile and trust me I'm not into little girls!"

He turned his attention back to the new problem. Shut elevator doors. He definitely was not going to crawl over her so tensing the muscles in his arms and legs he threw himself off the rungs and onto the opposite wall there he climbed up quickly like a spider. Reaching into his bag he pulled out another bomb and set it up. Crawling a couple of feet down he called out to her. "You might want to cover your head and hold on tight, the bomb isn't powerful but it's still going to shake the shaft."

He then pulled out a trigger with a red button, jamming his thumb on top of it the bomb exploded inwards completely decimating the steel walls that used to be doors out of an elevator.

"Better get moving. They probably heard that."

Lyka looked away, offended by his comment. Before she could retort, she heard a thud on the other side of the shaft. Turning her head around as much as she could, her eyes widened at the sight of Sora on the other side of the wall, somehow gripping the smooth steel with his hands. How did he...? She didn't finish the thought, however, because she saw him plant some bombs on the elevator.

Her black eyes widened. Just what is he doing?! She thought to herself. But she did heed the man's warning to duck and hold on. The blast wasn't as powerful as she thought, but it still shook her a bit. As bits and pieces of rubble came down, she quickly nodded, climbing up the ladder as fast as she could, dodging the falling debris ever so often. As soon as she made it to the exit, she climbed out, gasping for breath. She didn't realize the lack of air she was getting in the shaft.

She looked around, as if she were trying to remember something. Jake! She stood, and looked over the edge of the shaft,"Hey, you, Sora!" She said,"You're coming with me to my apartment room." She put her hands on her hips expectantly, obviously not taking no for an answer.

He watched as she quickly rushed out of the elevator shaft and then throwing him a glare. "Hey, you, Sora! You're coming with me to my apartment room."

“Hah? Now?! What don’t you understand about that we have people wanting to kill me and now you, coming after us?!” Sora burst out.

Because she was a girl, she must have been worrying about her things. After all she wasn’t going to be able to live a normal life anymore. Great! Just great! The onetime you don’t have the guts to kill someone had to be now.

Honestly, he felt a twinge of guilt every time he thought about killing her. He hauled himself out of the shaft dusting off his clothing.

Lyka puffed her cheeks, making a sound that would only pass as annoyance,"Don't you 'Hah?' me! I need to check on family, unlike you," She spun on her heel and started running over to her apartment,"If you're not behind me when I get to the apartment, I'll black belt you to next week!" She called back. She might be sought after since she was part of the incident, but she at least had to check up on her brother. He was probably scared to death because of those goons! Unfortunately, that was not the case. As she neared the door leading into her and Jake'a apartment, she was met be bloodstains on the hallway walls. And once she was at her door, she was horrified to see the mess before her.

Her brother, in a large puddle of scarlet liquid that she wished to god wasn't his blood. But the bullet holes on several parts of his body told him otherwise. She bent down, picking up his limp, cold head, she petted his red hair, now soaked with his own blood. Tears fell from her eyes, but she didn't make a sound, not even a whimper. Lyka was always told to stay strong, and cry silent tears, because it would sadden the deceased because they would know she was mourning. She smiled, remembering the times when she and her brother were little, what pleasant times they were. But now he was dead, and she knew he never deserved it. And though her mind was raging about revenge, and that revenge she would get, she forgave those men, for they were probably desperate enough for money to do such a thing. It was pitiful, really. Standing up, she looked at her dead brother one more time, saying her silent goodbyes.

Sora sucked in a quick breath fluidly following the whip of her red hair trailing behind her. He found himself amused by her spunky comments however he reached into his hoodie pulling out a pair of handguns. Better to prepare himself for the worst. This was the one thing he hated about these “dogs” they appeared to come out of nowhere and they were so irrational.

Some people were just trained to be robots. To lose sight of whatever their goal in life was and blindly follow those who hold a thick chain around their necks. He was one of those robots before. It sickened him after looking back at what he had did to people who were completely uninvolved with the dirty business he was always tangled in. He promised himself it would never happen again and now he was more determined than ever to keep this girl who he happened to meet in a chance of fate completely safe.

Exhaling slowly he turned the corner. The stink of hot blood filled his nostrils and he already knew it was too late. Splashes of scarlet painted the cream colored walls like some bizarre painting his eyes traveled further down and he could see her shaking figure bent over another body. She was silent, her hands moving over the fallen boy. This must be her brother. Approaching her, he knelt down to pay respects to another lost life. They looked so alike down to every red thread that made up their hair and the little quirk in their lips. His pained and shocked expression was the last moments in this life.

I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.

You have to promise me something. A new voice interrupted his train of thought.

Sora’s gold eyes widened in alarm, his head whipped back and forth but found no one else near him except for the wordless weeping Lyka.

Promise me you’ll look after her. She doesn’t have anyone left.

Sora then realized the voice was coming from the brother.

I will. I promise.

From the warm flesh the pained expression slipped into something that looked as though he was merely taking a nap in the middle of the hallway. Sora carefully cleaned the blood of the siblings face and then reached into his book bag pulling out a dozen white lilacs scattering the fragrant blooms over the body. He then looked over at Lyka who had stood up.

“We can’t give him a proper burial so this is the least I can do for him because this is all my fault. I apologize for you loss."

Lyka stood, wiping the tears from her eyes, but her eyes widened when she saw petals being dropped on his body. It made his death seem peaceful, swift even. She hoped he was alright now, since the pain of dying as passed, Lyka knew he was free now, but she didn't have enough time to accept it. She burst into sobs, crying again, and regained some composure when Sora had said what he had said. She held up a hand, trying to regain her composure once more.

"It's not your fault, hell, if I weren't lazy and I went with him, I would be dead too, maybe happy. Guess realitys a bitch like that huh?" She was trying to lighten the atmosphere, but tears were still streaming from her eyes.

She wiped the tears away quickly, but more came,"I'm just scared now, I mean; where will I go now? I'm not ready to take on the adult world. Jake and I were going to do it together... But with him gone..." she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. It was just too painful for her to imagine.

"I should call the police or something, maybe they can bury the body or something..." she mumbled to herself, and took out her cellphone to do just that."

“Yeah well, life is most definitely like that.” Sora reached into his hoodie pocket, offering her a tissue to wipe away the bitter tears.

He adjusted his grip on the handguns then pointedly looked at her straight in the face. “You are now tangled up in my life. If I didn’t go into that elevator and if you only followed your brother up the stairs perhaps a change in fate would have happened. However, the point is because the way the cards fell you are now under my protection. As much as I hate to admit it I don’t want to leave you alone to fend for yourself. We will walk the road to death together through the storm and the calm unless another twist in the plot happens. Yes?”

“Now I’ll reintroduce myself. Hi my name is Sora Ryuunosuke I am a Japanese hit man from Shibuya, Tokyo. I like to play speed card games. Nice to meet you.”

Meanwhile the thugs lumbered around the hallways, narrowing their already squinty eyes and had gallons of sweat rolling down their permanently scowling faces. Tight fists around handguns itched to pull the trigger if anyone of them caught the vicious flash of violet and gold taunting them from any corner of the room. This stupid little brat evaded them not just twice but TEN times already. It was playing catch with water.

It was driving them so insane that when they saw a certain red-head aimlessly wandering around a hallway, the dam broke and they crazily went trigger happy, believing that all that fine red was actually the brat’s sweatshirt. Eh…it turned out it wasn’t the brat but at least they were a bit more cool-headed now. They then broke up into teams searching every hallway. Then they heard his voice.

“Don’t call the police. They are going to make the situation even worse than it really is.”

THERE! THAT BRAT WAS RIGHT THERE.


The men stormed into the hallway with guns blazing.

“Shit.” Sora muttered, he grabbed Lyka’s hand then flew down the other end of the hallway. Reaching into his bag he threw a smoke bomb obscuring the ugly faces. They made it to the staircase where Sora leaped three steps at a time like a track star on steroids. (Mind you he’s just very athletic, doesn’t do any form of drugs and what not) After many strenuous flights of stairs and the yelling of the men behind it just fueled Sora’s seemingly never ending supply of energy where the pair finally made it up to the roof of the twenty floor luxury apartment.

The rain from before turned into a freezing sleet that erupted from dark black angry clouds. “Ugh what happened to the nice weather?” They could the traffic from below the wailing and beeping of taxis picking up people from work. Still gripping her hand, he watched as a helicopter began to approach the building the wind whipping their hair into their faces. “Finally the ride’s here.”
A long rope ladder rolled down from the door of the hovering helicopter. Sora climbed up the ladder looking behind to make sure Lyka was following him.

Suddenly with a loud crash the door of the roof slammed open and the thugs spread out eyes narrowing on the ladder. They did not understand why that little red head girl was with the brat but it seemed like he wanted to protect her. So in conclusion they could use her as bait to bring him down then -Bang! Bang!- he’s dead.

So one muscle-head reached out with groping hands and latched onto her ankle as she was climbing up the ladder after Sora. Her shocked yell brought Sora back around he watched in horror as she tried to kick muscle man’s hand off. He began to pull attempting to drag her in. Her fingers were slipping from the rung of the ladder.

A familiar sounding voice boomed from the helicopter, Sora ducked as he watched a scissor go spiraling past his face and accurately embedded itself into the muscle-head’s hand. With a howl he released Lyka’s ankle. Blood erupted splattering like a jet stream as a round of thrown high-carbon steel knives sliced their way into the vital organs of the men below, professionally slaughtering the muscle heads.

Sora made his way into the helicopter than helped Lyka inside. A blur of rich orange and piercing blue threw himself into Sora’s open and vulnerable stomach. “SORA-HYUNG~!” A sing-songy voice muffled by Sora’s sweatshirt echoed throughout the helicopter.

“OOF! DON’T DO THAT, TAE!”

"HIJO DE PUTA. WHY THE HELL ARE WE GOING OUT OF OUR WAY TO GET YOU!? DON'T MAKE ME WORRY LIKE THAT YOU TONTO MARICON. " Jamaki yelled over the loudness of the helicopter choppers as she veered the helicopter away from the roof of the apartment building, bullets whizzing past the window and one hitting the underbelly of the helicopter. "Quien es este pinche puta!?" She whirled her head around to take in what was happening behind her as she used her knees to steer.

hijo de puta - son of a bitch
tonto maricon - stupid faggot
Quien es este pinche puta? - Who is this fucking bitch?

Lyka regarded the two men who seemed to be embracing in her perspective,"Sora, why didn't you tell me you were gay? That clears up everything!" She gave the man an evil smile, a smile that said, I-am-fucking-holding-this-shit against-you. She looked out, making sure not to look at the utter violence below and at the skyscrapers that lit up. Oh how she envied the people living there, never to get involved in such a twisted world full of corruption like poor Sora and his apparent 'soulmate.' She snickered at the last part. She knew he was going to yell at her for it.

Touching her ankle gently, she rubbed at the red spot where the man had almost caught her. The adrenaline that went through her at that moment was exhilarating, and she was almost crazy enough to say that she wanted to feel that rush though her veins once more. She sighed and laid her head back, she was going insane. It was like she just came off a roller coaster with her brother, except, she wasn't laughing like a drunkard, her brother was dead, and she was dragged into a new way of living against her will. She wasn't upset, she was infuriated, and she needed to take her anger out on something, and that something was being embraced in a gay moment seemingly against his will.

She snapped back into reality as the driver of the helicopter started screaming at Sora,"So Sora, mind introducing me at all?"

[[THERE I REPLIED, HOPEFULLY I'LL REPLY FASTER NAO THAT I HAS AWESOME MOTIVATION =3 so I hear you are in this with us Ms. NightKareh?]]

".......Que baboso..." Jamaki thought to herself. She turned her attention back on the wheel. "If you don't mind, I'd prefer if you get strapped in because this is going to be un pinche infierno de un paseo." She stuck her hand in a rather large, colorful, transparent plastic bag filled to the brim with all the candies she liked, pulling out a clear sugar pop and stuck it in her mouth as she swerved the helicopter around so it missed another bullet and turned around to face the fugly ass men standing on the roof. She set the helicopter on auto-pilot and opened the hatch above the pilot's chair. She heaved herself out of the seat and up onto the top of the helicopter all at once. The helicopter wavered and threatened to fall at the sudden movement, but it held itself pretty well. She grabbed a hold of the automatic machine gun mounted on the top of the helicopter. She closed one eye, put her open eye to the finder, and she aimed. "Besa mi culo, puto." She grinned, the stick of the pop hanging out of her mouth, and she fired.

Que baboso - What a retard
un pinche infierno de un paseo - one hell of a ride
Besa mi culo, puto - Kiss my ass, bitch

[Why yes, you've heard right. 8D And dat William ass is totally motivating you isn't it?]