Aui

Chapter 1: Aui

Two more centimetres to the left. Angle it twenty seven degrees to the right. Perfect. I sat back and admired my collection. It should be a crime for blades to look so gratifyingly beautiful. It was only dark but it's violent gleam remained. Selecting the third and fourth knife of my set of seven, I slid them into a band, one on either arm. Special bands, no doubt.

Each knife had a cap preventing its blade from cutting into my own skin. Sliding on a hoodie and grabbing a helmet clasped beneath my bicep, I walked out. "Aui darling, how was your weekend job?" croaked the small wrinkled lady to the left of my door. "Ah, Mrs. Sonet, a pleasure. Yes, the bar was quite busy but nothing too serious happened this weekend surprisingly. I've got another errand to run so I'll see you when I see you later Mrs Sonet. I hope you have a wonderful day!" I yelled knowing all too well about her hearing difficulties, I could almost feel her smiling at the back of my head. If I could tolerate anyone, it would be old people. Fragile beings, too slow and dumb to do anything. Not like my brother. As I turned the corner, a figure caught my eye.

Hex was waiting for me at the stands. I gave him a once over. His silver hair, close in colour to my ashen blonde hair, had earned him his nickname, Silver, not that I ever called him that. His eyes were sharp but relaxed, a surreal blue. His orange and brown bandanna did nothing to stop the hair from falling onto his face but the guy has a thing for bandannas. Whatever floats his boat.

He had a strong firm figure, something all the ladies would probably crave. Lean, buff arms and tattoos galore, the whole package. If I had to pick my favourite tattoo, it'd have to be the one in the crook of his neck. "What we are".

He was dressed in a chest open blue vest held together with string, and a muddy red length coat, a blue sleeveless overcoat of same length on top. His brown satchel brought the whole outfit together. His long silver hair was let out today, slightly covering his left eye, the rest of his fringe coming over the top of his bandanna.

I found him leaning on the bikes. On my bike. "Get off." Chuckling and raising his hands in surrender he got off, flicking a wild grin. "Down Bessie," he muttered, a smile evident in his voice. Flicking an annoyed look at his ever smiling face I muttered the casual obscenities under my breath. "Ah come now Aui, why don't you ever greet me ever so nicely as you did that old lady over there just a few miuntes ago?" he coaxed. Revealing a smirk of my own, I turned to face him speaking dryly, "come now Hex, don't tell me you're jealous? You've got all the ladies at your feet and you're jealous when I talk to an old one. Why Hex, I'm flattered". Flicking an imaginary fleck of dirt of my shoulder, he came into close proximity and whispered, "and this is why you're so fun to hang out with." I smiled chuckling at his strange tendencies pushing him out of my personal bubble.

Glancing to the right I saw his bike. Near the back wheel, a compartment was barely opened. Bending down, I opened it and what a wonderful array of weaponry there was. Fascinating, his weapons are. You see, Hex was a chemical engineer. A drop out actually. His smarts were very needed and wanted in the organisation. Actually, if people that didn't work in the underground field knew who he was, they'd be begging at his feet for him to work for them. In the underground would,Hex was mad and well known genius. He was accustomed to explosives and took them every where he went, especially when they were on an errand.

I found five Drears, two Tales and just a single fire cracker. Drears had the capability to blow apart a room the size of the town hall with a set timer coded only to Hex's voice. A Tale dealt smaller damage in terms of explosion. It was a small black box the size of the tip of a finger. Once exposed to the air one onside of the cube, it only took less than a minute to spread a poisonous chemical on the object or person the side is latched onto. I tried to push down the bubbling excitement as I turned to Hex. "Packed light this time didn't you? Think it'll be an easy one?" I asked. Cocky was what was written all over his face. "Kill one, kill all and," he began as I joined in the rest of his motto "the demons let loose grow". Chuckling we sat back on out motorcycles. This was why I could tolerate Hex's presence. He, like me, didn't have the greatest past but managed to make a crack about almost anything he could. He was a down right smart ass but he was wise enough not to know when to push me. He was probably the only person I gave a damn about in my life, next to Yota of course. A real brother, maybe even a- Nah maybe not.

I turned towards him smiling as a seriousness seeped into my words, "you know one day, this cockiness will end you and the demons' ghosts will come to haunt you." Raising an eyebrow and letting out a sigh, the caustic smell of smoke spreading about him, "classic Aui. Always been morbid and always will be." Ignoring him I started up my bike. "Which ones did you bring today? Ro? Drei?" curiosity in his voice. "Ilera and Drei". "And you say I packed light, cocky bastard" Hex muttered. Drei and Ilera on my right and left arm were the names I gave them when I got the knives. I could feel the smile splitting across my face. "That reminds me, what does old Sonnet think you're doing when you say errands?" Hex asked. "Thinks I'm delivering flowers from the flower shop across the road". Laughter erupted around Hex. Choking and sputtering, "You-you-giving flowers to another human," he got out, gasping for air. "Oh boy, that's gold. Old people believe anything don't they? Don't got no room for actual thinking". Resting my eyes ahead as I put my feet to the base, I started up my motorcycle. Hex was still laughing behind me.