Seconds to the end of a half life [16]

”Then I hope you don’t mind my calling you Anarchy.” It was a simple enough name, and a better nickname than just 16, had more substance to it. Well, that and Michael just found t he name anarchy to be cooler really, if the term applied. ”Did I find anything interesting?” A strange question, and the latter part of it seemed to catch him off-guard even more, if only because he did not understand it. Who would he have found interesting? ”No, I can’t say that I have.” He noted with a shrug as the city seemed to grow larger the closer they got.

Anarchy was a very good name for his line of work that he does, though admitted it must be hard to talk to a girl and then tell her his name and expect her not to walk away, but see that's when he breaks her fucking neck. That is why he doesn't talk to these bitches, they always judging by his number. His response was a physical nod of course, he noticed that they were almost to the city area of rome - You could tell by the change of smell and thickness of the air and the feeling of people are near.


"You'd be the first to call me that. What are you traveling for? Are you running from something?"

”Running from something?” He considered this for a moment, as if the question were valid. ”No, can’t say I’m running from anyone. I just want to see the world, and what better way to do that than traveling?” It wasn’t a complete lie, he did want to see the world but he felt as if he were running from something, yet Michael was not sure what. The two would find themselves stepping through the city limits and that was when they would be getting closer to the finer parts of the city, or at least approaching them. It was a nice city, even if it were probably filled with its share of numerous jackasses. ”I’m feeling a little hungry actually, how about you?” Michael was feeling….whimsical, or was it stupid? Either he just felt like getting a little something to eat, even if he did not need it, and if the male joined that was up to him, and if not then that was fine.

The air and smell was getting more and more city like as they stepped foot into the city area. The ninja, a man with no past listen to the man's reason for traveling which is pretty basic, something he had not expected. A traveler and a ninja in which are both very mysterious, there is a guy walking around with an actually sword - and here everyone thought Ninjas don't exist anymore ... boy were they wrong.

"Sure. Why not? My one priority is done for the day"

He was expecting a negative reaction towards the man wielding a weapon, but that did not seem to be the case, as they walked along freely, unopposed. ”Good, I was thinking about having some authentic Italian and where better to have it than Italy?” Michael noted with a sly smirk, what appeared to be a restaurant coming into sight. It was a homely one and Michael liked that.

"Italian Food is indeed a very nice choice. I got to try American food again one day" Stated the ninja, this showed Michael that the ninja has been to America. At least a little hint, not knowing if he caught it or not but a hint none the less - His eyes caught the eyes of random people who just couldn't help themselves to stare almost with confidence that he wouldn't break their neck - Almost certainly confidence ... but almost wasn't enough. As the night went on he and the random date walked into the restaurant and then the ninja would nod, giving his guest the right to choose their seats.

The restaurant looked good as far as restaurants went, and the smell of it was absolutely divine as far as his sense of smell could tell, so that meant it was perhaps the best place to go. Not that he knew much about quality Italian food, so it was mostly an assumption upon Michael’s part. ”Looks like a nice place too.” Michael muttered pleasantly as they were lead to a table, the male ordered some kind of pasta dish and a drink, raising an eyebrow as he looked over to the male sitting across from him. ”Do you really need to wear the mask?”

The renegade and fairy had their seats and with silence sixteen took the place in and within his senses he didn’t feel a specific kind of threat or reason to fight. He wasn’t hungry, wasn’t the food he just didn’t eat in front of people – and he could wait. He said he was joining him, he never said he was eating anything.


His hands rested on his thighs, his eyes staring at the guy in front of him ignoring whatever looks noticing his rather dashing appearance with his very piercing weapon of choice. His physical showed no kind of emotions to read, just a ninja … which is pretty good for a ninja. Despite how unmodern he looked he just got done shooting someone not too long ago, ironic how fast people can change themselves. His mouth opened up again to speak . . . . .

“I am not eating thank you. So tell me more about yourself … I’m not used to …. Human conversations like this. I’m interested”

”You don’t?” Michael queried with a raised brow before letting the question drop with a light chuckle and shake of his head. If the guy did not want to eat, Michael could not force him to do so, it was his…choice afterall. Resting his elbows on the table, Michael considered the male sitting across from him with a small smile, perhaps barely escaping the range of a smirk. ”Not much I could tell you really, I suppose you could say that…I don’t trust too easily.” He had in truth said nothing of consequence and when dealing with a character that was for the most part unknown, Michael would only leave himself disadvantaged if he said anything. ”A name won’t hurt though. So you could call me Hyperion.”

Now that was indeed quite a name to be called, this made him blink indeed. That sounded like the last level of a fighting game no doubt, Sixteen didn’t have much of an opinion on his name because … well … let’s be frank his name is a fucking number. So moving on from that topic, it seems the human don’t trust easy, or at least talk is cheap. No matter what no one could truly be blamed for lack of trusting another, especially a stranger such as sixteen himself. The reply Sixteen was going to give him was not going to be a question for the first time in since they met. Sixteen has been throwing too many questions at him, time to just appreciate.
“Hyperion. Quite a name .”

”Indeed it is. The name means The High One.” Michael explained as the waitress would return with a piping hot plate of food, a few ringlets of steam rising from it with a rich looking sauce on top of it. The ethereal smirked, the smell of the rich dish reaching his nostrils as he took a deep breath of it, rattling off a thanks in Italian. Hyperion drew a silver fork from a wrapping of cloth, tapping the prongs of the silverwear against the fringe of the plate. ”So, do you have anything planned, or more….assassin work?”

High one eh? Groovy. He watched the waiter stare for a minute and almost dropped Hyperion food all over the place, which most definitely would have been a messy sight. Luckily all Sixteen did was nod, he was pretty quiet and reserved even in his ninja form. His attention blurred back on Hyperion who was enjoying his meal or at least about too before asking about assassin work. Oh boy things got out of hand, in his mind thinking of all the missions he had done for a couple thousand. Sixteen still paid attention to his sword, although unadmitted his choice of weapons were his hands but it made for an interesting surprise for any opinion who believes ninjas relies on their weapon.

“Excellent question. I have enough to last me for a few months, but eventually either I’ll need to start again – I’m on a break. I’ve been a highly trained assassin for a few years, funny thing is I actually use guns and knives if it wasn’t my weapon … but I had to change …”

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