26 December 2012
Darkened streets, moonlit pavements, quiet roads. The bangs of the fire above, and the 'Oooh's' and 'Aaaah's' from onlookers. The distant pound of bass from nightclubs.
Yamato grinned.
It had been three years to this date he began the kills, flogging his shooting skill to some punk gang when he was sixteen. Mafia and higher warfare quickly got word of his unparalleled skill and young age, and quite soon he was raking in the dough.
"I don't know where I'm going, No I ain't scared, Do ya live here kid, no I don't live here, I'm outta controool..." He hummed the rest of the song for lack of knowing the words, which was kinda pathetic in its own way, really.
A ringing tone sounded over the song that blared in his ears. He checked the screen, and saw the number was blocked. He sighed. "And here I thought it were my day off." He answered the call. "Bullet on the line, whatcha-"
"Heya babe, it's me."
Yamato relaxed. It was Crystal's voice. "Hey Crissy. Where you to?"
"Nightclub, called the Edge. Hella sweet pad. Music beats, drinks are cheap, and the guys are freaking HOT."
"And the ladies?"
"Don't even compare to me."
'Always the vain,' Yamato thought, shaking his head lightly. "You sticking over tonight then?"
"Yes, definitely. We haven't done it for a week, and by god I need it."
Yamato laughed. "And I thought the dudes were the perverts."
Crystal laughed loudly. "Ahahaha, aww. Don't worry, you're still hotter than any of the guys here."
"Comforting to know."
"I'll see you tonight babes. Love you!"
"Love you too." The phone hung up, allowing Yamato to sigh, before pocketing the phone, and pulled his jacket in closer to his body. It was a bitterly cold night, and the snow that flaked the roads only proved that winter was coming along at its usual harsh pace. Yamato's stomach growled, which he quickly turned his head to. "Well... I suppose I could have one treat this week," he said to himself, checking the money his wallet. Ten quid. Great, just enough for a single meal to himself. 'Bugger it,' he thought, smiling. 'I'm having a burger.'
The bell jingled as Yamato pushed through the door to one of the many restaurants in Cardiff. He hasn't bothered looking at the name, he just followed his nose to the nearest fast-food joint. He went over to the waitress, a plain looking girl wearing a white overall and a black jumper underneath. Young looking too, probably around seventeen or eighteen at a push. She gave him a small, but bored smile as he approached. "Welcome to Sunshine. What can I get you, sir?" she asked, putting her palms down on the counter.
Yamato put a hand to his chin, scanning the menu on the screens above his head. His initial idea was to get a cheeseburger, but the choices made him-
He froze.
"Nice and calm, Mister Yamato, and nobody would be killed," said a voice in his ear. A man. Late forties, perhaps fifteen a day. He could smell the whiff of smoke from his clothing. A number of options could be taken here.
Swiftly turn, throwing his jacket to confuse the attacker. Whilst dazed, chop at the arm, drop the gun. Catch said gun, whip around, butt the bottom of the gun against the attackers head. Done.
Kick back, jump away to avoid the shot. Run at wall, jump and flip over the attacker. Pull head, twist. Dead.
Or he could simply let the man lead him elsewhere, into an alleyway perhaps. A fight would break out, the gun might be fired during the brawl. Get the gun off the attacker, and kill him without hesitation.
But Yamato did none of these things. He was inside a restaurant. And he wanted his bloody burger.
"Look mate, put away the gun, and I won't kill you. Simple?" He smirked, and put his hands in his pockets.
"Excuse me?" said the man angrily.
"Put. Away. The fucking gun," Yamato growled, not bothering to turn to the man. Whilst his voice was apparently cocky, he himself certainly wasn't. It carried a certain degree of authority.
He went with option one. He swiftly turned, throwing his jacket to confuse the man. The man backed away, spluttering from the jacket. Yamato seized his chance. chopping at the arm, which made the man drop the gun. Yamato quickly ducked to catch the gun, before he rolled around him and whipped back. He flipped the grip of the gun so the bottom was now at the top, before he whacked it against the man's head. The man dropped like a stone.
Yamato smoothed down his jacket after replacing it back on, stowed away the gun, before looking at the teenage clerk with a smirk. "Right then! How about that burger, eh?"
I Want A Freaking Burger! • Opuss № I