Handmaiden
Kunoichi
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Hello, this is my first post here. I've never really been a forum person, but I have always liked writing and something like this is a good way to see if people like my work.
What I've got now is kinda rough, I've edited it a little but it is still ragged around the edges and I hoped that I could get a few reviews to help me sort it out a little.
The fic is going to be a small chaptered project, no more than five chapters at the most and this is the first part, more of a little introduction, laying down some groundwork. As you can probably tell, this is going to deal with romance, but not your everyday kind of romance, I'd like to tell the story of alternative love, perhaps a darker side of love that not everyone can understand. I got the inspiration for this after watching "Secretary", great film. The subject matter may not be the same but it did make me think about what it was trying to say.
This work of fiction contains some scenes that not all audiences may be comfortable with, so I advise discretion whilst reading.
Without further ado...
It was night time, and the cold wind that swept through the forest told anyone who wasn't wearing a thick sweater that it was early November. A group of black clad figures made their way through the undergrowth, so well camouflaged that even some of the local wildlife had trouble knowing that they were there.
Each figure wore a pair of military grade, night-vision visors which bathed the environment in an electric green glow. Silently, the figure at the front held up a closed fist and the procession stopped immediately as their target came into view through the trees. The leader pointed out two others and silently directed them to cover the left side of the building in question, he then pointed out two others and sent them right, finally he picked out the remaining figure and signed for them to come with him. They began climbing one of the nearby trees.
Once at the top, two short beeps from a pager strapped to the leaders belt told him that the ground teams had successfully infiltrated the facility and were beginning phase two of the operation. The leader and his companion stayed still and silent atop the tree, hidden amongst the branches. Their part didn't come in until phase three, but first the ground troops had to wrest control of the security and monitoring stations from the night staff.
Another two beeps on the pager and the leader nodded, he grabbed a black-painted pokéball from his belt and released a relatively large purple bat into the night air, it's colouration allowing it to sink into the darkness adequately. He grabbed the bat around it's middle, the leaders companion grabbing onto him and they took off into the air with the crobat making no sound as it flapped it's leathery wings.
They landed on the roof without incident and the crobat was returned upon completion of it's duties. The pair looked around, the leader spotting a security camera pointing right at them and he smiled under his mask and gave an 'okay' sign to the camera. His team had incapacitated the guards, so he was secure in his assumption that he was sending a message of 'good job' to them as they watched the cameras. 'But maybe they've already disabled them', he thought; either way his arrogance was justified.
Suddenly his companion rushed past, tapping their watch. In and out in under five minutes he'd said, hadn't he? His companion was already opening the door, 'She clearly has less faith in my planning than I'd hoped.'
The leader picked up his pace to catch up. He found her tapping her foot impatiently waiting for Team One to disable this particular security door. When it finally buzzed open, they were met by unrelenting grey. The walls, the doors, the floors, everything, it was like stepping into a noir film. Apparently what the people at Silph Co. had in technical genius, they lacked in design creativity.
The leader signaled for them to press on. They strode purposefully down the corridor, making a quick left and followed it to the end, the door buzzed open and the leader smiled, perfect timing. They took a few steps into the room, recognising it as the lab of one of the top physicists employed by Silph, the one whose research they had come to steal. The leader motioned for his companion to search the office through a door to their right whilst he walked over to the back of the room where the work tables were.
The office was a mess. Folders were strewn all over desk, the waste paper basket was overflowing with crumpled up balls of paper and the carpet looked like it hadn't been hoovered for several months. She had spoken with the leader about this plan almost constantly since they came across the information and hatched a plan to capitalise on it. However, she couldn't help but feel unease at the leaders almost uncaring attitude towards the safety of the mission. In his mind it's already done and we're already setting the wheels in motion, 'One step at a time I always tell him'. Sighing, she contented herself with the search for anything that could point to procuring the device they need so badly.
On the desk, beneath a few other folders, was one labeled "Signal Manipulation and Wave Theory" just what she was looking for and at that instant, the door opened. She swung around, only to see the leader with a box under his arm. He signed for them to leave when he saw they had what they needed. He then sent the ground teams two beeps on the pagers they would have on their belts, signifying that the operation was coming to a close. Phase Four had begun, the pair retraced their steps, making it back to the roof and with the help of the crobat, floated safely to the ground where the ground teams had gathered.
Move Out, he signed. Mission Complete.
--
Archer stepped out of his en suite bathroom, his teal hair slicked back with water and a towel around his waist. There was a knock at the door and he checked the digital clock on the wall, 3:30am.
He opened the door to find Ariana waiting impatiently, wearing a pressed white suit and a frown. "Meeting. Fifteen minutes. Oh, and I'd wear something more formal if I were you." she turned and left.
Archer shut the door a little harder than he wanted. Apparently, working for Team Rocket means never having a regular sleep pattern. Annoyed, Archer ripped the towel off of himself and threw it at the wall, rummaged through drawers and started getting dressed. 'They're damn lucky I just showered' he thought, whilst pulling a leg through a pair of white trousers. Archer stood, admiring the pressed cotton trousers in a full length mirror on the wall. He pulled a tight black shirt over his head and found his jacket, with a large red 'R' emblazoned over the heart, he slipped it on and left his room, locking it behind him. He did work with criminals after all.
It was odd, Archer thought, living underground. Sure it looked like a building, it had doors, walls ceilings, yet the lack of windows was slightly unnerving. The only light you had access to was the unnatural glow of fluorescent tubes, it was no wonder that he was getting paler. 'Never trust a pale man' his mother had always said, he never did understand what she meant by it, but he did know that his mother hated the northern folk in Sinnoh. Archer had always noticed similarities between Sinnoh natives and the people of Mahogany Town, perhaps it was the mountains.
Archer sighed, then took a deep breath, that's another thing he hated about living underground, recycled air. After this meeting, he was going for a walk outside.
At the end of the corridor, an open door showed three people already sat down around a large table. "So nice of you to join us, Archer." Ariana called, a false smile playing about her lips. Archer sat down next to a yawning Proton, wearing that stupid hat he refuses to take off in public and Petrel wearing a stupid, smug grin on his face.
"Gentlemen" Ariana said quietly, now standing "I called this meeting to debrief you on our most recent endeavour. As Interim Co-Head of Team Rocket, I feel it necessary that the higher ups collate all the information we have acquired and use it to best plan our way forwards, how best to reach our ultimate goal. Archer agrees with me." She nodded appreciatively towards him. "So tonight, in a successful raid of a Silph Co. facility, Archer and I managed to get our hands on a device that can amplify signals massively and detailed notes on how the system works, something which the techies are working with to help in Operation Resurgence. We will strike fear into the hearts of the common man again, all it takes is one bold move."
Three bored faces stared back at her.
"You woke us up for this?" Proton asked, indignant.
"This really could have waited until morning", Petrel agreed.
Ariana turned as red as her hair. "Insubordination! You work on my timetable, not your own."
Proton stood, slamming a fist into the table, "I do not have to take orders from you, Ariana. You aren't Giovanni; I owe no loyalty to you." he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
There was a brief ten second silence, Ariana had sat down and Archer stood up, looking through a window into the corridor where Proton had disappeared. Then, Petrel spoke, "So is that all? Meeting adjourned?" his eyes moving between the two others in the room.
"Yes, you may leave." Archer said without turning around. "Actually, if you like your face the way it's arranged I suggest you do it." Petrel took one look at Ariana then left.
Ariana scowled at the back of Archer's head "You dare mock-"
"Yes, I dare." Archer said turning around, his voice slightly raised, "You prance around thinking you're on top of the world, yet you are nothing more than a child hoping that someone will grab your hand and lead you to where you want to go. You are pathetic. You barely deserve your executive rank, let alone Head of Operations."
Ariana was stood now, her face contorted into a mask of anger.
"Ariana dear, rage does not look good on you." and with that simple line of thought, Archer walked out of the room, a speechless Ariana behind him.
It was cold outside, perhaps because it was four AM in Mahogany Town and he was only wearing a thin coat over his uniform. 'The cold isn't the problem though is it?' he asked himself, there were many problems, most of them stemming from the fact that he and his colleagues were a snake without a head, and it's only a matter of time before the body dies. 'Giovanni left for a reason, and didn't we all follow his lead? Didn't we follow his orders? Yet now we're working against his will, trying to bring back what Giovanni didn't want. Sometimes I wonder how I let Ariana talk me into doing this.'
We all had cushy jobs, high paying, low working, who wouldn't want that? So when Giovanni called it quits it meant an end to our lavish lifestyles, unless we could keep the company going ourselves. Slowly and silently we rebuilt, recruiting members to take part in money-making schemes, nothing too obvious. We all had to cut back any luxuries we used to have but we still had our company, and that's what mattered. Giovanni had left us for dead without so much as a thanks and yes, there was a bitterness there, but it was greed that drove us, greed and a sense of false loyalty to a man who Ariana convinced me would return more glorious than ever. It's been three long years and there hasn't been a whisper of his whereabouts; we've made enough of an impact in the underground that it would be impossible for him not to notice how we've managed to cope without him. No matter how much she might say it, Giovanni cares for Team Rocket no longer. We shouldn't be wasting our time and resources in a attempt to bring him back when we have our own futures to take care of.
Archer sighed and took a deep breath, revelling in the sweet taste of fresh mountain air. However, it seemed not everybody was as interested in nature as Archer was.
"Hand over your wallet and no sudden movements."
A sharp pressure in the small of his back told Archer that this man was holding him at knife point, "You don't want to do this."
"Course I do, punk. Now hand over the wallet or things start to get messy." He lay a large greasy hand on Archer's shoulder to give him more leverage.
"Ah well, don't say I didn't warn you." Obviously this guy was new to the mugging business, Archer had an arm free, which he used to grab the muggers knife-holding hand, with a carefully placed squeeze he got the mugger to drop the knife, he then shifted his weight and used the muggers other arm to throw him onto the floor over his shoulder.
Archer then grabbed the knife and, keeping a hand over the mugger's mouth, plunged the blade through his forearm, getting it lodged in the hard ground. A few trickles of blood began to pool around the muggers arm and the colour began to drain from his pudgy face. "If you're going to do it, then do it properly." Archer said, standing over the man on the ground whimpering in pain. He was about to say something else when he heard a shout from behind him.
"Archer!" Ariana was running up to him from down the street, when she arrived she took one look at the man on the floor and gave the man standing over him a strange look.
"He tried to mug me, so I punished him." Archer said, nonchalantly.
Ariana knelt down and looked at the mugger, "He seems to have passed out."
"That'll be the blood loss" Archer replied, pointing towards the knife in his arm. "I'm sure you came here for a reason other than to give vagabonds diagnostic aid?"
Ariana stood and flashed a momentary look of frustration, "I had intended to hunt you down and give you a piece of my mind, but it seems you have something entirely more fun going on."
"What do you mean?"
Ariana smiled a frighteningly true smile, "I never knew you cared so little for your fellow man."
"It's a technique I perfected whilst working with you all these years."
"I'm so glad I could be of service." Ariana reached down and ripped the knife from the muggers arm, "Oops, I think I cut an artery" she said, her voice layered with false innocence, she brought the knife up to eye level, stared at it for a few seconds and licked the blood off the blade, "He tastes good."
Archer stared, entranced by the scene before him, Ariana flashed a smile and motioned for him to follow her. "Is your head clear?"
Archer looked up, "What do you mean?"
"Every time you wander outside you give me some line about 'clearing your head' so I assume that's why you're out here now."
"I just had to think some things over, I find it easier when I'm not swallowing recycled air."
"I find working out is a good way to blow off some steam. If you ever need some relief, my doors are always open."
Archer stayed silent.
"Now, get inside before anyone wakes up. I'm going to hit the gym."
"Do you ever sleep?"
"Not really."
***
No Archer does not have a blood fetish, it was one of those seductive eating things women do on television. But with blood.
I know it's weird and confusing, but that's why I posted it, so I could get some help for it. I've hit a mental wall with it myself and I find outside opinions always help.
What I've got now is kinda rough, I've edited it a little but it is still ragged around the edges and I hoped that I could get a few reviews to help me sort it out a little.
The fic is going to be a small chaptered project, no more than five chapters at the most and this is the first part, more of a little introduction, laying down some groundwork. As you can probably tell, this is going to deal with romance, but not your everyday kind of romance, I'd like to tell the story of alternative love, perhaps a darker side of love that not everyone can understand. I got the inspiration for this after watching "Secretary", great film. The subject matter may not be the same but it did make me think about what it was trying to say.
This work of fiction contains some scenes that not all audiences may be comfortable with, so I advise discretion whilst reading.
Without further ado...
It was night time, and the cold wind that swept through the forest told anyone who wasn't wearing a thick sweater that it was early November. A group of black clad figures made their way through the undergrowth, so well camouflaged that even some of the local wildlife had trouble knowing that they were there.
Each figure wore a pair of military grade, night-vision visors which bathed the environment in an electric green glow. Silently, the figure at the front held up a closed fist and the procession stopped immediately as their target came into view through the trees. The leader pointed out two others and silently directed them to cover the left side of the building in question, he then pointed out two others and sent them right, finally he picked out the remaining figure and signed for them to come with him. They began climbing one of the nearby trees.
Once at the top, two short beeps from a pager strapped to the leaders belt told him that the ground teams had successfully infiltrated the facility and were beginning phase two of the operation. The leader and his companion stayed still and silent atop the tree, hidden amongst the branches. Their part didn't come in until phase three, but first the ground troops had to wrest control of the security and monitoring stations from the night staff.
Another two beeps on the pager and the leader nodded, he grabbed a black-painted pokéball from his belt and released a relatively large purple bat into the night air, it's colouration allowing it to sink into the darkness adequately. He grabbed the bat around it's middle, the leaders companion grabbing onto him and they took off into the air with the crobat making no sound as it flapped it's leathery wings.
They landed on the roof without incident and the crobat was returned upon completion of it's duties. The pair looked around, the leader spotting a security camera pointing right at them and he smiled under his mask and gave an 'okay' sign to the camera. His team had incapacitated the guards, so he was secure in his assumption that he was sending a message of 'good job' to them as they watched the cameras. 'But maybe they've already disabled them', he thought; either way his arrogance was justified.
Suddenly his companion rushed past, tapping their watch. In and out in under five minutes he'd said, hadn't he? His companion was already opening the door, 'She clearly has less faith in my planning than I'd hoped.'
The leader picked up his pace to catch up. He found her tapping her foot impatiently waiting for Team One to disable this particular security door. When it finally buzzed open, they were met by unrelenting grey. The walls, the doors, the floors, everything, it was like stepping into a noir film. Apparently what the people at Silph Co. had in technical genius, they lacked in design creativity.
The leader signaled for them to press on. They strode purposefully down the corridor, making a quick left and followed it to the end, the door buzzed open and the leader smiled, perfect timing. They took a few steps into the room, recognising it as the lab of one of the top physicists employed by Silph, the one whose research they had come to steal. The leader motioned for his companion to search the office through a door to their right whilst he walked over to the back of the room where the work tables were.
The office was a mess. Folders were strewn all over desk, the waste paper basket was overflowing with crumpled up balls of paper and the carpet looked like it hadn't been hoovered for several months. She had spoken with the leader about this plan almost constantly since they came across the information and hatched a plan to capitalise on it. However, she couldn't help but feel unease at the leaders almost uncaring attitude towards the safety of the mission. In his mind it's already done and we're already setting the wheels in motion, 'One step at a time I always tell him'. Sighing, she contented herself with the search for anything that could point to procuring the device they need so badly.
On the desk, beneath a few other folders, was one labeled "Signal Manipulation and Wave Theory" just what she was looking for and at that instant, the door opened. She swung around, only to see the leader with a box under his arm. He signed for them to leave when he saw they had what they needed. He then sent the ground teams two beeps on the pagers they would have on their belts, signifying that the operation was coming to a close. Phase Four had begun, the pair retraced their steps, making it back to the roof and with the help of the crobat, floated safely to the ground where the ground teams had gathered.
Move Out, he signed. Mission Complete.
--
Archer stepped out of his en suite bathroom, his teal hair slicked back with water and a towel around his waist. There was a knock at the door and he checked the digital clock on the wall, 3:30am.
He opened the door to find Ariana waiting impatiently, wearing a pressed white suit and a frown. "Meeting. Fifteen minutes. Oh, and I'd wear something more formal if I were you." she turned and left.
Archer shut the door a little harder than he wanted. Apparently, working for Team Rocket means never having a regular sleep pattern. Annoyed, Archer ripped the towel off of himself and threw it at the wall, rummaged through drawers and started getting dressed. 'They're damn lucky I just showered' he thought, whilst pulling a leg through a pair of white trousers. Archer stood, admiring the pressed cotton trousers in a full length mirror on the wall. He pulled a tight black shirt over his head and found his jacket, with a large red 'R' emblazoned over the heart, he slipped it on and left his room, locking it behind him. He did work with criminals after all.
It was odd, Archer thought, living underground. Sure it looked like a building, it had doors, walls ceilings, yet the lack of windows was slightly unnerving. The only light you had access to was the unnatural glow of fluorescent tubes, it was no wonder that he was getting paler. 'Never trust a pale man' his mother had always said, he never did understand what she meant by it, but he did know that his mother hated the northern folk in Sinnoh. Archer had always noticed similarities between Sinnoh natives and the people of Mahogany Town, perhaps it was the mountains.
Archer sighed, then took a deep breath, that's another thing he hated about living underground, recycled air. After this meeting, he was going for a walk outside.
At the end of the corridor, an open door showed three people already sat down around a large table. "So nice of you to join us, Archer." Ariana called, a false smile playing about her lips. Archer sat down next to a yawning Proton, wearing that stupid hat he refuses to take off in public and Petrel wearing a stupid, smug grin on his face.
"Gentlemen" Ariana said quietly, now standing "I called this meeting to debrief you on our most recent endeavour. As Interim Co-Head of Team Rocket, I feel it necessary that the higher ups collate all the information we have acquired and use it to best plan our way forwards, how best to reach our ultimate goal. Archer agrees with me." She nodded appreciatively towards him. "So tonight, in a successful raid of a Silph Co. facility, Archer and I managed to get our hands on a device that can amplify signals massively and detailed notes on how the system works, something which the techies are working with to help in Operation Resurgence. We will strike fear into the hearts of the common man again, all it takes is one bold move."
Three bored faces stared back at her.
"You woke us up for this?" Proton asked, indignant.
"This really could have waited until morning", Petrel agreed.
Ariana turned as red as her hair. "Insubordination! You work on my timetable, not your own."
Proton stood, slamming a fist into the table, "I do not have to take orders from you, Ariana. You aren't Giovanni; I owe no loyalty to you." he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
There was a brief ten second silence, Ariana had sat down and Archer stood up, looking through a window into the corridor where Proton had disappeared. Then, Petrel spoke, "So is that all? Meeting adjourned?" his eyes moving between the two others in the room.
"Yes, you may leave." Archer said without turning around. "Actually, if you like your face the way it's arranged I suggest you do it." Petrel took one look at Ariana then left.
Ariana scowled at the back of Archer's head "You dare mock-"
"Yes, I dare." Archer said turning around, his voice slightly raised, "You prance around thinking you're on top of the world, yet you are nothing more than a child hoping that someone will grab your hand and lead you to where you want to go. You are pathetic. You barely deserve your executive rank, let alone Head of Operations."
Ariana was stood now, her face contorted into a mask of anger.
"Ariana dear, rage does not look good on you." and with that simple line of thought, Archer walked out of the room, a speechless Ariana behind him.
It was cold outside, perhaps because it was four AM in Mahogany Town and he was only wearing a thin coat over his uniform. 'The cold isn't the problem though is it?' he asked himself, there were many problems, most of them stemming from the fact that he and his colleagues were a snake without a head, and it's only a matter of time before the body dies. 'Giovanni left for a reason, and didn't we all follow his lead? Didn't we follow his orders? Yet now we're working against his will, trying to bring back what Giovanni didn't want. Sometimes I wonder how I let Ariana talk me into doing this.'
We all had cushy jobs, high paying, low working, who wouldn't want that? So when Giovanni called it quits it meant an end to our lavish lifestyles, unless we could keep the company going ourselves. Slowly and silently we rebuilt, recruiting members to take part in money-making schemes, nothing too obvious. We all had to cut back any luxuries we used to have but we still had our company, and that's what mattered. Giovanni had left us for dead without so much as a thanks and yes, there was a bitterness there, but it was greed that drove us, greed and a sense of false loyalty to a man who Ariana convinced me would return more glorious than ever. It's been three long years and there hasn't been a whisper of his whereabouts; we've made enough of an impact in the underground that it would be impossible for him not to notice how we've managed to cope without him. No matter how much she might say it, Giovanni cares for Team Rocket no longer. We shouldn't be wasting our time and resources in a attempt to bring him back when we have our own futures to take care of.
Archer sighed and took a deep breath, revelling in the sweet taste of fresh mountain air. However, it seemed not everybody was as interested in nature as Archer was.
"Hand over your wallet and no sudden movements."
A sharp pressure in the small of his back told Archer that this man was holding him at knife point, "You don't want to do this."
"Course I do, punk. Now hand over the wallet or things start to get messy." He lay a large greasy hand on Archer's shoulder to give him more leverage.
"Ah well, don't say I didn't warn you." Obviously this guy was new to the mugging business, Archer had an arm free, which he used to grab the muggers knife-holding hand, with a carefully placed squeeze he got the mugger to drop the knife, he then shifted his weight and used the muggers other arm to throw him onto the floor over his shoulder.
Archer then grabbed the knife and, keeping a hand over the mugger's mouth, plunged the blade through his forearm, getting it lodged in the hard ground. A few trickles of blood began to pool around the muggers arm and the colour began to drain from his pudgy face. "If you're going to do it, then do it properly." Archer said, standing over the man on the ground whimpering in pain. He was about to say something else when he heard a shout from behind him.
"Archer!" Ariana was running up to him from down the street, when she arrived she took one look at the man on the floor and gave the man standing over him a strange look.
"He tried to mug me, so I punished him." Archer said, nonchalantly.
Ariana knelt down and looked at the mugger, "He seems to have passed out."
"That'll be the blood loss" Archer replied, pointing towards the knife in his arm. "I'm sure you came here for a reason other than to give vagabonds diagnostic aid?"
Ariana stood and flashed a momentary look of frustration, "I had intended to hunt you down and give you a piece of my mind, but it seems you have something entirely more fun going on."
"What do you mean?"
Ariana smiled a frighteningly true smile, "I never knew you cared so little for your fellow man."
"It's a technique I perfected whilst working with you all these years."
"I'm so glad I could be of service." Ariana reached down and ripped the knife from the muggers arm, "Oops, I think I cut an artery" she said, her voice layered with false innocence, she brought the knife up to eye level, stared at it for a few seconds and licked the blood off the blade, "He tastes good."
Archer stared, entranced by the scene before him, Ariana flashed a smile and motioned for him to follow her. "Is your head clear?"
Archer looked up, "What do you mean?"
"Every time you wander outside you give me some line about 'clearing your head' so I assume that's why you're out here now."
"I just had to think some things over, I find it easier when I'm not swallowing recycled air."
"I find working out is a good way to blow off some steam. If you ever need some relief, my doors are always open."
Archer stayed silent.
"Now, get inside before anyone wakes up. I'm going to hit the gym."
"Do you ever sleep?"
"Not really."
***
No Archer does not have a blood fetish, it was one of those seductive eating things women do on television. But with blood.
I know it's weird and confusing, but that's why I posted it, so I could get some help for it. I've hit a mental wall with it myself and I find outside opinions always help.
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