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A trickle of rain fell, landing on Jurei's cheek. Her lips parted slightly as her head tipped back, looking up at the sky. Hopefully the rain would wash off the blood before she got back home. Her landlord hated it when she came home covered in someone else's body fluids. A small sigh escaped her lips as she leaned forward again, her forearm resting on the hilt of her katana. The small pile of bodies under her weren't exactly soft and comfortable, but she didn't want to sit on the ground. Being that her jeans were new and all, she didn't want stains on them.
Soon enough, the sky loosed a small torrent of raindrops from above. Jun smiled a little, lifting her head up again to the let the rain wash her face and arms of taint. Her 'employer' didn't like it when she sat around after she took care of her hits, but resting was essential. Her cellphone vibrated and made a quiet 'pururu' sound a few times before she checked who it was. The screen simply said J. It was her boss... probably calling to ask for the inventory of the kills, see if they were the right people.
''Yes?'' Jurei tipped her head, pressing the phone against her cheek and shoulder, whilst fixing her shirt and hair. There was a small rustle on the other side of the phone, then J replied, in his usual angry deep voice. ''Inventory?'' As she thought. She always did her job correctly, but for some reason he seemed to doubt it every-time. ''One teen boy, thief. Older male, murderer. One middle aged female, arsonist. One middle aged male, arsonist.''
She heard the slight scratch of a newly sharpened pencil on paper from J's side of the phone. A short spasm of coughing following the scratching, along with more scratching. ''Right on Target... thats my girl. I'll call you tomorrow with more jobs. You have the day off after that.'' Jurei smiled a little bit. She knew that there were other hitmen around the small town, but she was obviously the favorite... She was the only one she knew who got days off.
The rain let off a little bit as she hung the phone up, and slid it back into her bra. Jurei pressed her katana blade into the middle-aged male who had been groaning a few minutes earlier. Rule number 3, always double tap. After lifting her self up off the bodies, she signaled to a 'Watcher' nearby. They usually took care of the bodies, and made sure the hitmen did their jobs correctly. It was still raining pretty hard as she slid her katana into a scabbard on her back. Unlike the other hitmen, she dressed as a yanki girl would. White bandages around her chest, black jeans, an over-coat... it wasn't particularly suspicious, but she often had to run from the police.
She gave a single glance over her shoulder to make sure no one followed her, and then took a few steps into the brightly lit street of Karakura. It was a quiet town mostly, thanks to do-gooders like herself. J let her choose her hits, because she didn't like killing people who hadn't done any serious crimes. Murderers where her favorite choice, out of all the villains she slaughters. 'Karma's a bitch, isn't she?' Jurei would usually say that line before killing a murderer. She thought it was funny, but her 'Watcher' didn't approve of her wily ways. Jun stretched her arms up, clasping her hands together, before bringing them down and resting her palms against the back of her head. She whistled a little tavern tune she heard once, as she took the long way home, passing by dark homes, fences and the occasional barking dog.
As usual, a small tiger cat popped up around the corner of a side street, and trotted after Jurei, purring quietly. It already knew by now that Jun often walked home with it, and left out a small dish of tuna. Eventually she would want to adopt the little kitty, but she was gone much to often to pay a lot of attention to a pet. She had a goldfish though, which she only needed to feed twice a day. Probably a bad idea to have a cat alone all day, with a goldfish. She twisted her head and smiled at the cat, as it trotted along next to her feet. It sometimes walked along the fence, then jumped to sit on her shoulder all the way home. Jurei kind of liked animals, depending on whether they bark or meow insistently, or aren't house trained. She chuckled slightly as the cat stumbled over a lose rock. Jun thought it made a sour face at her, so she crouched down petted its head gently, listening to it purr. ''Not everyone can be graceful, y'know...''
Soon enough, the sky loosed a small torrent of raindrops from above. Jun smiled a little, lifting her head up again to the let the rain wash her face and arms of taint. Her 'employer' didn't like it when she sat around after she took care of her hits, but resting was essential. Her cellphone vibrated and made a quiet 'pururu' sound a few times before she checked who it was. The screen simply said J. It was her boss... probably calling to ask for the inventory of the kills, see if they were the right people.
''Yes?'' Jurei tipped her head, pressing the phone against her cheek and shoulder, whilst fixing her shirt and hair. There was a small rustle on the other side of the phone, then J replied, in his usual angry deep voice. ''Inventory?'' As she thought. She always did her job correctly, but for some reason he seemed to doubt it every-time. ''One teen boy, thief. Older male, murderer. One middle aged female, arsonist. One middle aged male, arsonist.''
She heard the slight scratch of a newly sharpened pencil on paper from J's side of the phone. A short spasm of coughing following the scratching, along with more scratching. ''Right on Target... thats my girl. I'll call you tomorrow with more jobs. You have the day off after that.'' Jurei smiled a little bit. She knew that there were other hitmen around the small town, but she was obviously the favorite... She was the only one she knew who got days off.
The rain let off a little bit as she hung the phone up, and slid it back into her bra. Jurei pressed her katana blade into the middle-aged male who had been groaning a few minutes earlier. Rule number 3, always double tap. After lifting her self up off the bodies, she signaled to a 'Watcher' nearby. They usually took care of the bodies, and made sure the hitmen did their jobs correctly. It was still raining pretty hard as she slid her katana into a scabbard on her back. Unlike the other hitmen, she dressed as a yanki girl would. White bandages around her chest, black jeans, an over-coat... it wasn't particularly suspicious, but she often had to run from the police.
She gave a single glance over her shoulder to make sure no one followed her, and then took a few steps into the brightly lit street of Karakura. It was a quiet town mostly, thanks to do-gooders like herself. J let her choose her hits, because she didn't like killing people who hadn't done any serious crimes. Murderers where her favorite choice, out of all the villains she slaughters. 'Karma's a bitch, isn't she?' Jurei would usually say that line before killing a murderer. She thought it was funny, but her 'Watcher' didn't approve of her wily ways. Jun stretched her arms up, clasping her hands together, before bringing them down and resting her palms against the back of her head. She whistled a little tavern tune she heard once, as she took the long way home, passing by dark homes, fences and the occasional barking dog.
As usual, a small tiger cat popped up around the corner of a side street, and trotted after Jurei, purring quietly. It already knew by now that Jun often walked home with it, and left out a small dish of tuna. Eventually she would want to adopt the little kitty, but she was gone much to often to pay a lot of attention to a pet. She had a goldfish though, which she only needed to feed twice a day. Probably a bad idea to have a cat alone all day, with a goldfish. She twisted her head and smiled at the cat, as it trotted along next to her feet. It sometimes walked along the fence, then jumped to sit on her shoulder all the way home. Jurei kind of liked animals, depending on whether they bark or meow insistently, or aren't house trained. She chuckled slightly as the cat stumbled over a lose rock. Jun thought it made a sour face at her, so she crouched down petted its head gently, listening to it purr. ''Not everyone can be graceful, y'know...''