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Yoru: Hello! My name is Yoru, and this is my first Get Backers fanfiction.
Kuronue: Like most of her fanfictions, it contains rape, yaoi, and violence.
Yoru: If you find one of the above objectionable, you are naturally still welcome to read my fic. Just don't get mad at me.
It had been three years since the fall of the Kiriudo, and one since Fuyuki Shido and Otawa Madoka had ended their romantic relationship on good terms. Haruki Emishi knew that he should have been upset at the breakup like everyone else, but secretly he took it as an opportunity to chase the person he'd been dreaming of for far too long.
"Madoka-chan still won't give me the time of day!" he whined to MakubeX, who only smiled.
"Well, I'm sure she senses your evil intentions."
"I don't have evil intentions! My motives are pure like snow! They've been broken up for a year!" Emishi growled, crossing his arms indignantly. MakubeX's smile widened.
"I'm sure she has her reasons for avoiding you," he chuckled, going back to his computers. Emishi threw his hands into the air and went out to the town, mumbling and cursing. MakubeX always sounded like he knew everything, but Emishi was sure that there was at least one thing he didn't know: the real reason the Joker chased after Otawa Madoka. It wasn't to win her heart.
It was to find out how to win the love of her ex-boyfriend.
Emishi leaned against a telephone pole and watched the people go by. For once, his face was not graced with a smile. It was lax, though he was hardly upset. He'd been chasing Fuyuki Shido long enough that a few more weeks wouldn't set him back. He spotted the Mariudo and waved.
"Shidooooooo!" he called happily. Shido rolled his eyes, but approached.
"Hello, Emishi."
"Wanna get some ice cream?" Emishi chirped, hoping against hope.
"Why not?" Shido chuckled, turning to walk toward the ice cream parlor. Emishi followed him, content to just look at his love.
"So! After the ice cream, we could go to a movie, or to the arcade, or maybe to the park!" he babbled, hoping something would peak Shido's interest.
"Hm, we could. I just got paid for the last job," Shido mused. Emishi wondered briefly if Shido had hit his head. Normally, by now, Shido had brushed him off in favor of another job or even just going to the park to be alone with his animal friends.
"Um…yeah! Where do you want to go?" Emishi asked, moving up beside his friend.
"We could try the new comedy club up on Takishi street," Shido replied, his hands deep in his pockets.
"Okay, you hit your head. Or you've been replaced! That's it, you're not Shido!" Emishi nodded fervently, stopping dead in his tracks.
"You're right. I'm not."
Emishi suddenly noticed that there were no people around. Before he could open his mouth to ask questions, there was a needle in his neck and everything went black.
Fuyuki Shido stepped out onto the crosswalk, looking both ways even though the sign said he could walk. He frowned as he crossed the street – normally Emishi was waiting for him when he left the apartment. He'd even planned on letting the Joker hang out with him for a while instead of parting ways at the park.
"Something's weird," he murmured as he sniffed the air. Emishi had been there, not ten minutes before. Shido's eyes narrowed as he followed the scent. Emishi was walking with someone else, someone nly vaguely familiar. Shido came to a less-busy sidewalk, where the scents ended. He sighed and whistled, bringing a small sparrow to him from a nearby tree.
"Was there a man here, pink-and-blue sunglasses and brown hair in a ponytail?" he asked it. The news that it gave him made his heart freeze. Emishi had been kidnapped, and by someone powerful. He now knew why he recognized the scent of the other person. There was something distinctive about the smell of a Kiriudo.