Futago
Helping or Killing.

Yuki blends into the shadows, observing the surroundings. He sharpened all the senses in his body. Yuki stood on his back against the wall, his tail glancing back, looking at the body that was already lying on the ground.

Yuki came out from hiding to one of the bodies, he put two fingers in the throat of the corpse.

They had not died long ago, Inner Yuki looked up. An idea popped up in his head, hopefully still, inner Yuki. He ran away from the lifeless body, the goal was the third floor, like the spider*rman in the movies, the girl crept up to the third floor with her hands and the help of a rope.

There was no time to enter the pass inside Yuki decided to break through from the outside.

Yuki who had reached the third floor touched one of the glass, then frowned.

The glasses are thick enough, I must do it, inner Yuki.

Clutches of his hands on the rope he snapped, his feet galloping on the surface of the wall and the glass then thrusting firmly from his right foot carrying his body flying around and, a loud kick shattered the glass.

Yuki's body floated into the workspace full of paintings.

Brucks.

He landed smoothly on the brown workbench, shards of glass scattered all over Yuki's body.

The bead moved quickly, the girl instantly understood the situation there, with Yuki's landing position moving her head to the left side, looking at the fifty-year-old man, new tiny wrinkles were visible under his eye bags.

"Am I late?." Hoarse and rough voice do not forget the cold tone coming out from behind the mask makes the residents there surprised.

The man froze, his manic trembling violently to see another uninvited guest enter his office.

Yuki stared fixedly at the old man, looking for the strangeness he had been worried about since learning of this attack. While Yuki was still busy searching, the four people in black clothes like himself were distracted by the sudden presence throwing needles right at him.

Zaps. Zaps. Zaps. Zaps.

Yuki caught onto the four needles with one hand without distracting her from the old man. The needles perched sweetly between Yuki's fingers.

"Can't you be patient?." Yuki said, moving her head slowly staring at the four people she believed were the protectors of her clan.

Whether what kind of facial features they show Yuki can not see because of the mask they wear. Strange mask?, a mask with a long muzzle in the mouth and thick glasses.

Are they the secret scientists of poisonous gases?, Yuki chirped in his heart.

The girl had just realized something, she quickly raised her hand in front of her face, her eyes moving to observe her needle-like needle. While Yuki was still watching the needle, suddenly the girl rolled her eyes lazily when the old man pointed a gun at her, the trigger had been pulled since. The old man immediately raised his gun aiming for Yuki's head.

Sretti.

DOR'S!.

Silent.

"Have you got this needle?." Again Yuki's voice broke their shock. His head turned to the old man who was as pale as an undead.

What the hell is he?, is he not one of them?, the inner old man, the, the tail of his eyes glanced at the place where the four intruders were on the other side of the table then turned to the new intruder's hand which was above his. The girl turned the gun up so the bullet hit the ceiling of the room.

No, they're different. I don't know what the purpose of this one intruder was but he seemed to be protecting me, the old man continued inwardly. His mouth moved stiffly.

"Su already." He stared at the black mask of Spid*rman.

Wuuussshhh.

Zaps. Zaps. Zaps. Zaps.

"I said, patience." Said Yuki who floated four needles at once when the four people did a small move. Yuki pulled his left hand from the old man's hand.

They re-moved on the spot, Yuki deliberately did not target their bodies because he knew what needle was in his hand.

"Master, you'll be dead in twenty-four hours, no. More like three minutes. Twenty-four hours if I give you a little help." Yuki jumped down from the table facing the four protectors.

"Who are you!?, no it doesn't matter. What do you mean?!." Shouting hysterical old man.

"This serum is poisonous, a deadly poison." Yuki's bead caught a small move from one of the protectors.

They were surprised, of course, inner Yuki sneered cynically.

"I can help you sir, as long as you give me the secret in the secret." Yuki heard a small screech from the old man behind her.

"Ba ba how do you know!?. No, I'm not giving it to you!." Yuki raised his shoulders without letting go of the four people before him, and vice versa. They continued to observe Yuki waiting for the right time to attack.

Not bad, is this what the upper level protector is called?, inner Yuki. He did not see any children among them. A child who was once lying in an operating room.

"No problem sir, I'll get out of here. Please continue with your pending business, excuse me." Said Yuki slightly bowing stepping towards the already smashed window.

"** that wait!, help me!. I'll give it to you! but save me!." The frustrated scream of the old man who saw his time was only very little left.

Two more minutes before the old man took his life, Yuki thought. Then his hand fended off the needles flying with a knife belonging to Hiza that was left in his room. The knife was very easy and convenient to use so Yuki picked it up.

After the old man finished talking to the four protectors it attacked Yuki. The girl dodged, again turning her body and landing on the table.

Silent.

Maybe they ran out of needles, Yuki took advantage of the opportunity to silence the old man's mouth with a small bottle of his poison antidote, fortunately the old man was not stupid and immediately gulped down the antidote. Manik Yuki could not be separated from the four people who had already done a strange formation. Yuki's hand which was still holding the bidder bottle violently pushed firmly the old man's mouth until the work chair he was sitting on hit the closet behind him.

BRAK!.

"ARGHH!." Old man scream.

Just as the chair hit the wardrobe Yuki jumped forward, his right leg deliberately pushed and slightly tipped the edge of the table making the table fall while shouting.

"Shielded!." Not a shout, it was more like an order.

The four people there were shocked, though, they thought the enemy would lash them through the front seeing how fast the person jumped but in reality the person twisted his body in midair performing a salto and landed on the shoulder of one of their comrades, who was not the only one of them, with a knife stuck to the neck.

Who is he?, their inner.

Who is this weird person who came suddenly and said such a strange thing anyway, no, actually what he said was true, but?!, how could he know?. What's the problem with us?, and what did he just give, is that the antidote to the poison?, their minds were flogging because the conditions were turning around. They're cornered.

"Stop and listen." Yuki further tightened his grip over the target's head, telling the target to be quiet.

"I didn't come to fight you, nor was I part of the old man's group. I only have an interest with the old man." Yuki.

Suddenly Yuki's legs pressed against the shoulder of the protector he was riding on made the protector bend his knees slightly.

Wah, the strength of the body is incredible, the inner Yuki yet manic is staring in the other direction.

The girl silently pierced the neck of the protector in her grip using a small needle, making the shield keep her hand away from the small perfume-like bottle hanging on the waist belt of the protector.

Yuki's knife switched to slicing the back of the mask, moving it so quickly it didn't give the protectors to react.

After his movement of wanting to unscrew the small bottle cap read he was again startled by his mask mask that just fell to the floor, his shock was not over yet, suddenly he got a kick in the back making him fall forward.

It was the greatest humiliation for him, he jerked his face staring intently at the spid*rman mask, more precisely the spid*rwoman.

Jesus!, exclaimed the protector without a mask in the heart. His hand hurriedly searched for the thing hanging on his belt, and ... There aren't. Spid*rwoman was holding it.

It will not allow spid*rwoman to act as she pleases more than this, that is enough!. The maskless protector gave a signal to attack.

"Define your intentions, how do we negotiate?." Spid*rwoman opens the bottle cap slightly and closes it quickly.

"Wow, this is interesting. Where did you get this smoke poison?." Yuki casually crouched down in front of the protector without a mask. Awaiting answers.

Yuki looked as if the jaw was hardened, holding back the anger that wanted to get out immediately. Yuki smiled slantingly from behind her mask.

Shit!, I want .., the inner protector without the mask suddenly hangs.

"I want to punch him in the face, teach him a lesson, you fucking bully!. You want to say it like that, no." Yuki.

Less aj*r!, he could read my mind, growled protective without a mask.

"That sentence is clearly visible on your face." Yuki.

"Tlck." Protective decak without mask.

Dor's!.

Prangs!.

Dor's!.

The maskless protector glanced sideways at his colleague who opened fire at the old man, then turned to another gun that pointed at his partner. Unknowingly the maskless protector swallowed his saliva roughly staring at the spid*rwoman who was still staring at him without moving in the slightest despite having already fired her shot.

Spid*rwoman shot accidentally missed the glass, because it was surprised the shot toward the old man so missed, the inner protector without a mask.

"Not you guys have guns, I have them, too." Yuki drew her left hand and turned the gun on her finger.

"Sir, I told you to take cover." Yuki surprised the old man who immediately rushed to take cover behind the table.

"Yo, I'll say it one more time. Let's negotiate, I'll ask you one question and you can give me one. I don't have much time to serve you." Yuki pointed his gun at the protective head without a mask, his right hand which was holding the poison bottle immediately stuffed the bottle into the backpack from the side.

Are we not going to fight?, inner protective comrades without masks.

"You're not going to open your voice, are you, so that's your decision, all right. Let's get this over with." Yuki.

In the next second Yuki unleashed two bullets that led to two protectors standing on the side and behind the protective shield without masks. Giving them a surprise to buy time, sure enough they immediately rolled away dodging in the opposite direction. Yuki's two hands moved together, though, his left hand holding the gun he pointed at the protector who almost shot the old man while his right hand landed a hard tootikan at the base of the protective neck without a mask making the young man instantly unable to move his body.

Seeing that his two colleagues directly hit Yuki, the girl was no less quick to rush towards the gun holder from below to contort his body dodging bullets and landing a tootokan at the base of the neck.

Brucks.

Without giving a pause, Yuki turned around to welcome two people at once.

Should it be even faster, Yuki's inner self ruled her body.

The girl avoided the punches and kicks from her left right side.

Fast, fast, fast, or I will lose to them, Yuki said in her heart focused on her approaching movements.

Geck. Geck.

BRAK!.

Bruk!.

Bruk!.

Just as Yuki landed the two totokkan to the remaining two people a hard punch landed on his stomach, his slender body floated up to hit the wall very hard.

Crazy!, this hurts so much, inner Yuki. For a few seconds he still grimaced with pain in his stomach. The punch was felt as it went through the back.

"Master let's go." Yuki stood up. The old man timidly poked his head out from behind the table. Looking at the four intruders who attacked his mansion had already fallen motionless.

"Are they dead?." Ask.

"No." Answer Yuki.

Unexpectedly, suddenly the old man pulled out his gun about to shoot the protectors. Yuki for a moment did not stop thinking but he immediately remembered that he was dealing with an enemy group that incidentally was a mafia.

Sontak Yuki stared intently at the old man giving off an intimidating cold aura.

"You touch them just a little, I'll make sure to kill you this second as well." That hoarse and rough voice sounded extremely sharp as if it was skinning him.

Despite that, the old man forced his trembling hand to shift the shot towards Yuki.

Silent.

The four protectors who lay motionless listened to the dialogues of spid*rwoman and their enemies. They want to move their mouth and other limbs, but only their eyelids can move.

"Brengsw!. Who are you?, why know about the secret inside the secret!." The trembling voice that the old man was trying to shake but instead sounded like the whining of a child.

"Je, hands." The great goosebumps old man heard a slow voice that sounded like the whisper of a cold wind.

"Answer!." Old man's great-grandson.

"Shoot." Yuki said calmly.

Dor's!.

Tak.

"Aargha!." A shrill scream echoed in the room. The gun on the old man's hand fell down following the drops of blood.

"Brengsw!." Koar the old man picked up his gun and aimed at Yuki, but before he could pull the trigger the girl had moved her lips again.

"Shoot."

Dor's!.

"Aargha!."

Tak.

The old man looked at Yuki nanar, scared. Warm blood soaked both of his arms.

What happened?, inner protectors. They only hear the sound of spid*rwoman and the sound of gunfire.

"You ... How can?." The old man circled his eyes looking for the person who shot him.

"Feet, shoot."

"Ap!."

DOR'S!.

Brucks.

The old man fell down on one leg, blood instantly soaking his trousers. He was scared, and fear attacked him. Groans after moans came out of his mouth.

"Sho-." The old man immediately looked at Yuki and screamed pleading.

"Ampun!, stop. Forgive me, please don't shoot again." His voice was at the end of the sentence. It was unexpected that pitiful tears washed the old man's face.

The crackling and ringing came from the old man.

What was his real purpose?, wanting to help or kill?, but he was protecting us, why?, the inner protectors.

"Don't mess with me, sir."