{"id":5504,"date":"2013-10-06T09:48:00","date_gmt":"2013-10-06T09:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/2013\/10\/06\/kill-me\/"},"modified":"2013-10-06T09:48:00","modified_gmt":"2013-10-06T09:48:00","slug":"kill-me","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/2013\/10\/06\/kill-me\/","title":{"rendered":"Kill me."},"content":{"rendered":"

Leave a \u201cKill Me\u201d in my ask, and I\u2019ll write a drabble about my character killing yours.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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It had to be done. There was no other way.<\/span><\/p>\n

Hakuba watched as the man checked the windows and cursed about the approach of the additional squad cars. They\u2019d been trapped in the warehouse. Set up. Everything was in place to expose the truth, to tell the world what they really were. But what were they? Assassins? Sheep? The Organization saw them as pawns in a dangerous game of blood and greed and nothing more. But what would the Osakan\u2019s family think? Hattori Heiji had been an upstanding individual. Someone who believed in justice, not cold-blooded murder. \u00a0Oh, how things had changed. For both of them.<\/p>\n

The gloves took little time to slip over his hands.\u00a0 He didn\u2019t worry about traces of gunpowder \u2013 his sleeves would be covered by ash from the fire and the blood from dragging the once detective out of the burning building soon enough. Ignoring the loudspeaker threats from outside, Hakuba considered his plan. He already knew that they were surrounded. That there was no other way out beside the front entrance. It would be so simple, so easy.<\/p>\n

The gun belonged to one of the dead men on the floor. One of the people that Janus had killed. It was already loaded, safety already off.\u00a0 Blaring sirens would cover the sound of the subtle click and the discharge of the gun. He\u2019d fire three shots into his partner\u2019s back\u00a0 – carefully aimed to hit his lungs and his heart. He knew that Kevlar jacket like the back of his hand; knew exactly where to aim to puncture right through. It had been worn over the years of use. He\u2019d wait for Janus to stiffen and fall before putting the gun back in the dead owner\u2019s hands, then crouch at his lover\u2019s side slip the ring from his finger for safe-keeping, then drench his hands in his blood.<\/p>\n

Then it would be the matter of carrying him from the building, pleading for help from the officers. Man down. Hattori Heiji, son of Hattori Heizo, had been killed by those men\u2026 he\u2019d fought to defend the Superintendent General\u2019s son. He\u2019d died a hero, not like a dog in the gutter. Not shot in the back by someone who loved him.<\/p>\n

Hakuba hadn\u2019t been connected to those crimes. No one had known what he had done. What his part in all of the madness had been. They would believe him. The courts would trust in Hakuba\u2019s testimony that the accusations were false. That Hattori had been framed. Had not, in fact, been part of a criminal organization. Had not slaughtered men and women by their request. Hakuba\u2019s word would afford Hattori an honorable funeral.<\/p>\n

His family would grieve over Heiji\u2019s sacrifice. Everyone would mourn the loss of such great potential. They\u2019d give him the respect that Janus had always deserved but never received.<\/span><\/p>\n

No one would know what they had meant to each other. What they had been through together. It would remain secret, just as Janus had asked. Request finally fulfilled.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

All that Hakuba had to do was pull the trigger.\u00a0<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Leave a \u201cKill Me\u201d in my ask, and I\u2019ll write a drabble about my character killing yours. It had to be done. There was no other way. Hakuba watched as the man checked the windows and cursed about the approach of the additional squad cars. They\u2019d been trapped in the warehouse. Set up. Everything was […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[1435,4401,1584,76,4402,1607,2521],"class_list":["post-5504","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-au","tag-bang-bang","tag-drabble","tag-ic","tag-my-baby-shot-me-down","tag-osakansax","tag-sundown"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5504","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=5504"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5504\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=5504"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=5504"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/archive.gabapple.com\/tumblr\/whiteknighthakuba\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=5504"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}