Couldn't think of a backstory for this, but the boys are on a retrieval and they split up to look for the item they get sent to retrieve. It just goes downhill from there. Might make a prologue later if I get the inspiration.

Ginji cried out as pain erupted in his shoulder. Staggering, he shot a bolt towards the guard who had just shot him, knocking the man out.

Gasping, Ginji leaned against the wall, gathering his power into one hand to create a magnetic force. Holding the magnet-hand up to the bullet wound, he gritted his teeth and used to magnetic force to pull the bullet out of his shoulder. Biting back a scream as the bullet dragged against the edges of the wound, he continued until the bullet was completely out, then let it fall to floor.

Sighing in relief, Ginji clumsily tore a portion of his shirt off with his good arm, wrapping it around the wound in a makeshift bandage. Shakily pushing himself off the wall, the blonde slowly continued his interrupted search. He had to keep looking; Ban was counting on him to do his part. Using the wall as an occasional support, Ginji slowly made his way down the hallway.

=GB=

Ban screeched to a stop in the midst of his search. Something was wrong; he could have sworn he had heard Ginji cry out. Ban had been getting a bad feeling about something for a while now, and he was starting to worry about his blonde partner. Making a snap decision, Ban turned and sprinted back the way he had came, moving towards his friend as fast as his legs would carry him.

=GB=

Ginji had continued to search, but he could feel himself weakening as time passed. His shirt was now barely worth calling a shirt; he had ripped it to shreds trying to keep a clean-ish bandage on his shoulder. The wound was refusing to stop bleeding, although the bleeding had slowed significantly in the past minute. The tired blonde focused on finding the item and finding Ban, forcing himself to keep going.

Ginji was so intent on his task that he almost ran himself onto the sword of another guard as he turned the corner, drawing back at the last second. The guard didn't give the GetBacker time to recover, lunging forward and slicing at the stumbling boy's neck. Ginji managed to get out of the way of a fatal wound, but the tip of the sword dragged across his collarbone and over the wound in his shoulder. Ginji cried out and fell to his knees clutching his shoulder, pain clouding his vision momentarily. Instinct told him to roll to the side, and the clang of a sword hitting the floor where he had been told him this was a wise move.

Ginji scrambled to his feet and faced his attacker, desperately looking for some way to escape. He was far too weak to fight back; he felt so drained that he wasn't sure he could even use his electricity to defend himself. Ban where are you? I'm not sure I can do this Ginji thought desperately.

As the swordsman attacked, Ginji's dodges gradually began to slow; shallow cuts began to criss-cross his torso. None of them were serious, but blood was beginning to cover the floor, making it slick and far more dangerous for the exhausted blonde.

As he dodged another slash, Ginji felt his feet slide out from under him; he looked up to see the sword arcing towards his side. He inhaled sharply as the blade bit into his side, then heard a voice behind him yelling "GINJI!" You found me Ban-chan Ginji thought woozily. He grabbed the sword in his side and shot as many volts as he could through it, making sure the swordsman couldn't get to his friend. The swordsman dropped to the ground unconscious and Ginji removed the sword from his side. He tried to find his friend, but before he could turn around he felt himself falling as darkness closed in.