I can't believe I actually dared to put this here :/
Warning: Age gap, but this list will become longer if I get to finish this
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Pisces skipped home after school, humming to herself. It wasn’t often seen having some highschooler behaving like a child of a mere age of six, and numerous gazes followed her backside for a few moments before returning hastily to their phone calls, or files.
Her blue pigtails were flying in the air, and her large hair clips featuring two silver fishes glinted in the evening sun. Though her bag slung on her shoulder bulged, she still remained at a light and cheerful pace as she sped down the road.
Now, if you asked any passers by what they thought was in the girl’s bag, they would certainly say books, homeworks, and possibly a coat, or a sweater.
Pisces smiled to herself.
Of course, there will be books.
What they didn’t know, was that in the bag, rolled up inside her deep blue hoodie, was a collapsible baton and a switchblade.
Turning into the nearest mall, she walked straight into the washroom to change. A sky-blue pleated skirt that went to her knees, and a black hoodie with blue neon strips.
Grinning to herself in a maddish way, Pisces took out the baton and the switchblade out of her jacket and looked at them fondly for a while before slipping them into the baggy sleeves of her top.
Nobody on the street could associate the black hooded figure with the skipping school girl that passed by a minute ago.
On the other side of the street, Scorpio leaned against the shiny, polished red telephone box, staring at the picture that’s hidden in her newspaper. The photo was obviously taken without permission, because the girl’s face was slightly blurry. All of the features Scorpio could figure out were those thin, sky-blue, curly pigtails that reached her chest. Though Virgo, her most trusted partner, said she wouldn’t have to worry about the clothing. After one month’s research, they’d figured out that she always wore the same clothes. Flashy, thought Scorpio. Not exactly wise.
She pushed her lips together briefly, mournfully thinking that she shouldn’t have put on lipstick. The mask she was wearing probably smeared it all over her face.
“Did you find her yet?” Asked an irritated voice from her wireless earphones. It was a woman’s voice, crisp and stern. “Don’t tell me that our month’s work has gone down the drain.”
Scorpio’s eyes flashed with annoyance. “I told you, Virgo, I’m still waiting,” she said, looking around continuously. “I’ve kept my eyes peele-”
Scorpio didn’t answer but she hung up the call. Virgo would be snapping at her after returning to the headquarters, but she didn’t have time to worry about that.
For that split second, she saw a girl’s figure, with a distinguishable hoodie, emerge from a mall.
She tore off her mask and checked for any smeared makeup before hurrying, silently to follow her target.
Good, thought Pisces. The gang had finally sent people after her. Well, quite reasonable, considering that she had put out at least ten of their members single-handedly. But it was only when their last trade meeting went sour, and she knew perfectly well who did that.
Pisces tried to look at who was pursuing her, but she couldn’t. He seemed just out of sight of her eyes. She silently cursed him. Just one single glance would do.
She pretended to check twice before entering an alley. It was a risky gamble. She was leading him straight to their headquarters, and if he managed to escape…
He won’t even stand a chance, thought Pisces.
She took out a mobile control out of her pocket. She pressed a button shaped like a cute white kitten, and a hidden gate slid out of nowhere, rattling and screeching behind them as it positioned itself. The gate was about three metres tall, and as wide as the alley with barbed wire wreathed on spikes.
Pisces turned suddenly, narrowly missing a fist that was thrown at her. She knew it. Something gift Pisces has had since she was a kid; she was sensitive to living creatures. She could sense their presence, like an aura. Just now, she’d felt a warm presence looming towards her back. That was probably why she was the youngest mafia in their gang. The only minor.
A swift figure passed her. It was a she. She had appeared to jump at Pisces, but missed. She stopped right in front of the dead end of the alley.
Pisces felt a single bead of sweat trace its way down her back neck. A door was concealed behind the red brick wall, leading straight to their headquarters. If she ever found out the door, she’d be dead on her feet.
The figure looked up at her. Pisces’s heart gave a mighty thump when she saw her eyes.
Those were thin, long shaped eyes like a panther’s, a shade of dark, startling magenta. Though she was wearing a mask, Pisces knew it was a beautiful girl behind the folds. Her purple hair flowed to the middle of her back, loosely braided towards the end, the tip curled like a scorpion’s tail.
Pisces laughed and withdrew her baton from her sleeve.
She extended the baton to its full length, and lunged forward.
