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As advanced and monstrous as they sound like, this unit is composed of nothing more but humans. Look in the mirror, you see a human looking back. Look at the people walking around in the street, you see people that could very easily have been yourself. Humanity is nothing special, we're just the dominating species of this world. The species we trample upon and exploit for our own advantages might view us as gods incarnate, whereas others, perhaps even fellow humans, tend to view us as the incarnation of death itself. That's what I've been taught over the course of the last years.
We step upon whoever and whatever we desire. It has always been like that since the beginning of time, and it is not bound to come to an end anytime soon. A curse we tend to wear with a smile, oblivious towards the destruction and chaos we cause. The 22nd year forced us all to believe that lie since the day we escaped our mothers' wombs, the day we were introduced to the world for the very first time. Some see our birth of the new generation as a blessing, a sign that we are in the possession of worthy successors and will continue forth into the future.
But to me, I see our succession in the world as a blade pointed at both ends.
One day, we are bound to come to an end. No matter how many people we end up fucking and reproducing with, we are still bound to end one day or the other. I hope you don't take my nihilism as a disadvantage, uncle. You taught both me and Tohru to value our lives, to never take them for granted. I thank you for those lessons you taught us and I hope that you are doing well wherever you are now, but don't come looking for us. We are and will be fine, but we won't be returning. I spend my days with my life as I have chosen to, but in doing so, I rob others of theirs, just like I did that night. I don't kill humans, though. What I kill are monsters, just like what this unit is composed of.
In this case, the line between monsters and humans is blurred severely. We cannot stand on either side though both need and shuns us simultaneously.
Something is about to happen to us soon, something gravely dangerous, and those I work for are the cause. They will be our end. Prepare for it.
"Buryoku, where the hell is Evans?" shouted Watson from across the room, swiping the streaming sweat from her forehead with the back of her palm, having just beat the living shit out of an unfortunate punching bag.
"Don't know. Haven't seen her since this afternoon. Probably reporting the mission to Weyland." replied Buryoku, swinging a punch to Vereschchagin but missing his left ribs by mere inches, granting her the opportunity to block his attack and throw one of her own hits right to his stomach, earning her a groan of pain from her opponent.
However, before she could savor the victory, he quickly recovered and threw a kick right into her stomach, sending her flying a couple of meters back to the ground. She gasped for air, having just lost all of it in the process of what had just happened. Though Buryoku enjoyed the glory, he walked over to her and reached his hand down for her to take. "Good match, Vereschchagin."
"Thanks, you too," she nodded and grabbed his hand, pulling herself up from the floor. "You've improved."
"Or you've just gotten worse." he snickered mischievously.
Vereschcagin's smile turned into a dark one. "Watch your luck, Buryoku," and the grip around his hand tightened severely inside of hers, his fingers turning purple and few of his bones letting out cracking sounds.
He quickly shook her hand off and favored his own with a skulk.
"Jesus, I was joking!" he shouted at her, but she merely chuckled down at him.
"Hey, lovebirds!" shouted Watson again, sending both of their focuses towards her again. "What the fuck does Evans tell that asshole anyway? That we're fucking guys for a living? Why does it always take so damn long?"
"She does none of that sort," replied Vereschchagin, detecting the mocking cynicism in her colleague's tone. "She provides him with thorough intel on what we've been doing, including anything significant we may have encountered."
"Like those monsters back at Chigusa's?" Watson placed both of her hands on her hips as she approached them. "You're honestly not telling me that you believed that bullshit, are you?"
"Monsters? We don't hunt monsters, Watson," said Buryoku, though there was a vague sound of doubt accompanying his words as he spoke. "We hunt people, just like ourselves. Monsters don't exist like in the stories we read as children."
"Speak English, little mister Chinglish,"
"And I'm Kim Kardashian," she taunted, snickering darkly and shook her head. "I've not even been here for long and I can already smell the bullshit. It reeks of it everywhere here."
"We don't get involved with matters that don't require our immediate attention," said Vereschchagin and unraveled the binds around her arms. "We search, we destroy, get paid. The violence is surely what arouses you but the rest of us got a job to do,"
"You're right, it does," Watson took a firm step forward towards her, challenging her position with mockery, grinning widely from ear to ear in an attempt to get her to catch onto the bait. "And how long have you been here, Fairy Princess?"
Rather than taking it as anticipated, Vereschchagin exhaled and brushed past her without as much as a second glance her way. "As long as Xiang, just little under a year."
"And you don't even question these morons' ambitions?"
"I have no reason to," she answered. "I do my work just like the rest. Whatever Wey-Yu does is up to them as long as it doesn't personally concern me."
"Is that so?" Watson raised an eyebrow. "And what does Wey-Yu pay you with, huh?"
"That's none of your concern." Vereschchagin shot darkly, tilting her head just slightly to the side, far enough for her eye to catch Watson's.
"I know, but does it look like I care about 'confidentiality'? I know about the Russian Rebellions, how a pissy little girl lost her mommy and daddy during the Riot in 2114,"
Vereschchagin's hands turned into fists at the mention of this, and Watson smirked confidently at the sight of this but showed no indication of stopping the taunting.
"Wilhelm and Alyona Vereschchagin, a petty baker and his whore or a wife, both killed and mercilessly raped during the riot by the so-called liberators. It's a shame I didn't get the witness it for myself, but I was currently stuck back in England with my own slut of a mother. They both had a thing in common, however. Neither of them could keep it in their pa-"
Before she could continue speaking, Vereschchagin had firmly wrapped her right hand around of Watson's throat and held her belligerently inches over the ground, saying nothing but glaring daggers at the woman with a look that could kill. It was obvious that Watson struggled in her grip, but that rash course of action just made her smile reappear in a matter of seconds.
"Hit a nerve, did I?"
"Don't do it, Vereschchagin," Buryoku hurried over to his companion and placed a hand on her shoulder, trying to guide her away from the unnecessary but warranted violence. "If you want to beat the shit out of her, do it when you're on equal ground. She's not even worth it now."
"Yeah, do what the Chinglish says, Fairy Princess," mimicked Watson lightly, gripping a hand around Vereschchagin's wrist in an attempt to ease up the grip. "Hear what he says? I'm apparently not worth it, just like your pare-"
"Watson!" Buryoku shouted, casting her a malevolent look even she had to admit looked threatening. "Quite honestly, I justify Vereschchagin's choice to kill you, but right now Evans has more trouble on her hand and doesn't need more from you. Wakarimashita?"
As nonchalant as ever, she shrugged, almost as if already out of her companion's hold. "Wakari-whatever."
Vereschchagin's glare lingered for a couple of more minutes, debating with herself to just snap her neck then and there and save herself the pain of having to endure her presence any further, but decided against it. However, before she let go of her, she provided Watson with a generous hit to the face, spilling blood from her nose and newly-ripped lips. She then proceeded to drop her unceremoniously on the ground, not even bothering to spare her a second look as she exited the training room and retreat to her quarters.
Buryoku's eyes were glued on her until she exited the room, then he glared down at Watson who was picking herself up from the ground with the satisfied grin still plastered on her face, wiping the blood off her face and looking down at it with a morbid fascination. "Not bad, though I'd expect better."
"You're pushing the limits, Watson," Buryoku spat and brushed past her, purposefully hitting her shoulder in the process. "It won't be long until those limits will eventually break you."
She let out a dry laugh, finding him humorous. "Didn't take you for a jokester, Chinglish," she said as she turned and looked at him leave. "but nothing can break me, not even your infamous boss can."
"Sure about that?" She could tell that he meant to let those words go unheard, but she would have no such thing.
She furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head, "Is that a challenge on her behalf?"
Just as he reached the door, his hands faltered on the doorframe with his back turned to her, but he did turn to look at her.
"One way or the other, you will be killed, Watson. If it's not one of us that will finish the deed, then it will most certainly be a natural death,"
He then disappeared from the training room as well, leaving a very amused Emily Watson laughing behind him.
"We'll see about that."
He knocked at her door just as she was changing to more comfortable sleepwear, not that much of her possessions were comfortable to keep as a reminder of her life, but it provided her with a meaningful purpose at least. She did not have a lot of that prior to becoming the fearsome woman she was in the current.
She did not even turn around to greet him to know that he would enter regardless of whether she was decent or not. She preferred it like that. She did not need someone to treat her like she was made of porcelain, capable of breaking by even the slightest touch.
She had showered and pulled on some underwear before he entered. Her hair was still dripping and the only thing concealing her bare chest was the towel she had just recently used. There was no modesty existing in the base of the unit for as far as they both knew, but none of them seemed to care about it, and they didn't. They were soldiers, killers, not sissy children with no experience of speaking and acting on the inappropriate for that age.
She heard the door close behind him as he entered, and even with her back against him, she could still feel his eyes on her.
"You okay?" he asked sincerely.
"If I allowed such petty words to get to me then I'm no different from the girl who watched her parents get killed in 2114," she answered, scoffing slightly as she recalled those memories. "It was impulsive of me, childish. I shouldn't have lost control like that."
"I think we would've all been pissed at Watson if she ever spat at our parents' names like that," he answered as if justifying her actions wholely. "I know I would be."
"Always so sentimental, Buryoku," she let out a soft laugh. "It's hard to believe that you're related to our leader."
"If I've had a dollar for every time I've heard that," he chuckled and wrapped his arms around her shoulder, pressing her against his chest. She could hear his heartbeats thumping beneath his skin and bones. He was still human, at least. Not a lot of them could call themselves that anymore. Humanity was vague as of lately.
"What would you do if you lost her?" she asked bluntly, ignoring the stiff she felt behind her from him. "If you lost your sister?"
"Why do you ask?"
"Unlike the most of us, you still have someone left to lose."
"So do you."
She had to scoff. "Who?"
Then, out of the blue, he gently spun her around to face him, their eyes locking with each other, brown with green. "What would you say if you lost me, then? Am I expendable?"
She understood he meant it as a joke, yet his eyes indicated no such thing. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it again before she allowed a word to escape. What was she? Twelve again? She had never understood such emotions as love and desire until she met Buryoku. Only then did she understand what it felt like to be wanted by someone in such a way that would've been considered unspeakable of she had been younger.
But she was an adult now, and accompanying that age came lust.
She reached her arms up and wrapped them around his shoulders, pulling him close. Their heat became tangled together, and she felt him pull her down with him onto the bed behind them. It was usually very small, barely able to fit a single person, but on that occasion, it felt as if it had expanded. Both of his arms were pinned on each side of her shoulders, and the towel which had once been wrapped around her shoulders had become unraveled, just barely concealing the nipples behind and the bare skin she could feel heating up from within, skin that was covered in scars and markings any ordinary man would find repulsive.
Buryoku, however, made them feel appreciated as he began to close the distance between their lips, curling one of his through her damp hair.
"Am I expendable?" he asked again, and before she could help herself, she smiled up at him somewhat mischievously.
"Of course not," she answered, placing her hands on his arms, feeling his muscles tighten beneath his skin. "Where else am I supposed to get laid like this?"