Well this sucked.
It was another routine mission, just like a million other routine missions. There was a bad guy and we were going to kill him.
We were staking out the bad guy's evil headquarters. I personally thought it was overkill, but Aya, the great over achiever, insisted that we get our three hours of sitting around and watching nothing happen in the dark in, so we had to wait before going in for the kill. It was Kritiker protocol, so I really couldn't do anything, but it was boring as all hell, not to mention freezing, and raining.
So I was sitting on the roof, in the rain, desperately wanting to scratch my leg, but I couldn't because I knew that if I did that Aya-kun would somehow know about it and give me the whole 'an assassin must be able to remain motionless' talk again. It's not my fault, I'm seventeen, seventeen- year-olds fidget.
I should have been more consciences about my surroundings, but I had other things on my mind, like how I think I might be gay and would it be childish to ask Ken to the winter formal? I could say we were just going as friends. But he just turned twenty; going to my high school dance probably isn't big on his lists of things that would be a gay old time. Pun not intended. Well, maybe a little.
I'm an assassin. I should not be concerned with getting a date to a school dance, but still, a part of me really wanted to go. Probably the gay part.
As for Ken...oh wait, that's the signal, it's showtime.
I got my signal from Aya and hacked through the security system. I used to get such a thrill out of this. The sneaking, the hacking, the surveillance, not so much the killing, but everything else always made me feel special. Important. Yoji and I used to go to the theater at least once a week to watch some action movie and comment loudly on what we would have done in the same situation until then the theater owner asked us to please never come back. We are the guys that other guys dream of being when they watch those movies. Brilliant suave secret agents. It used to give me a perpetual high.
Lately though, it's started to become boring. Hacking into this highly evil office building took me thirty six point five seconds. A few months ago I would have been very proud of my skills, now I cynically scoff at the building's crappy security system.
Never did occur to me to be worried about it being a bit too easy.
I usually partner Yoji-kun, but for some reason Aya-kun has been switching the teams around lately. I don't really mind though, especially since it means I get to work with Ken. He smells so nice. And he's so kind. And deep down inside he is actually quite intelligent.
"51...53...5- wait 53? What happened to fifty two? How are we supposed to find his office if some of the numbers are missing?"
Really really deep down inside. "Other side of the hall nimrod"
After two wrong turns and a short, extremely unprofessional potty break, we found office seventy four. Ken slowly eased open the door while I got ready to aim my crossbow, but instead of one bad guy, there were two bad Swartz. All four of us stared at each other in confusion for a second.
"What's the boy doing here? Where's Red?"
Ordinarily, Ken and Aya-kun go after the primary target while Yoji-kun and I establish the perimeter and pick off any secondary targets. When Swartz set up their trap they broke up accordingly with Mastermind and Oracle rather then Prodigy. Mastermind started for Ken as usual, but Oracle stopped him, apparently deciding Ken-kun was a more worthy foe, and sent Mastermind after me.
We all fought around the cramped office for a while, I was doing pretty damn well considering I don't get much practice with hand to hand combat.
After a few minutes, Oracle, obviously still flustered about the opponent swap, gave an order to retreat and Mastermind took off down the hall. I'm not sure why but I felt compelled to chase him. He pretty much made a beeline for the door, occasionally knocking something over. I hurdled over an upturned trashcan and plowed right into him as he opened the door, both of us skidded out into the freezing rain.
I was dazed for a second, not sure which way was up. It was only Ken's shouts that alerted me to Mastermind standing over me with a metal bar some worker must have left lying around. I didn't have time to react. The bar started coming down fast, and then there was a flash of light, then nothing.
I woke up what must have been a day or two later to stone cold soup and a note written in Ken's illegible scrawl on the back of the napkin that was signed by Shindou Shuichi when I accidentally hit him with my scooter last week. Ironically, Ken would have had to physically move two memo pads and a spiral notebook to get to the autograph, which was in my 'too be framed' pile.
I couldn't exactly read the note, but I could make out the number 4:00 and brilliantly deduced that they had gone to a matinee and left me, alone and possibly very near death. Never mind that that had never happened before and to my knowledge neither Ken nor Aya had ever in their lives seen or even been remotely interested in seeing a movie, but such was my depression and cynicism of late that it was obvious they had left my deathbed to do something fun without me rather then for something important.
I was starving, and not wanting to chance trying the soup, which was a chalky grey color that indicated it might have possibly been made by Aya, who is perhaps not the most adept chef, I started to drag myself downstairs.
My head hurt like hell. I had to stop a few times on my way down the stairs just to close my eyes and ease the pounding a little. Have you ever had your head held in a vice while some crazy guy whacks at you with a sledge hammer? Me neither, but I bet it feels something like my head did right then.
The first thing I did when I got to the kitchen was swallow about six Tylenol before raiding the fridge, which was empty except for Momoe's protein shakes and Yoji's beer. I was hungry enough that sleep was out of the question so I decided to walk to the corner store and buy some junk food since my head still hurt too much for me to go to the commissary on my motorcycle safely.
The trip to the mini-mart was for the most part uneventful. I wandered around in the mostly empty store with one of those plastic baskets and stocked up on chips and soda and pocky and some of that liquid sour candy, all the things a boy who is so sick he has been unconscious for three days needs. Grabbing a pint of Chunky Monkey, I went up to the counter.
The girl smiled and started ringing up my purchases.
[Oh poor Omi-kun, you look like shit]
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
"Huh?" [did I say that out loud?]
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"You said I looked like shit."
"Omi-kun, I would never use such language."
"But you just...nevermind." A bit perturbed, I smiled and took the offered bag. These girls keep getting crazier and crazier.
On the way home though, I could have sworn I heard Honda-san, the old man who owns the gas station, say I had a damn fine ass and some girl I had never met said that my shoes were the ugliest color she had ever seen. Needless to say, everyone's sudden openness where I was concerned bothered me so when I got back to the flower shop I shouted to Momoe that I was still sick and hurried up to my room to enjoy my lunch in peace. I turned on my little TV and started looking for a crappy daytime movie to distract myself.
After a full afternoon of soaps, my emotional inhibitions had broken down enough that I convinced myself to tell Ken how I felt then next time I saw him. I had just worked all the bugs out of my 'coming out' speech when I heard the door slam indicating that everyone was home from where ever they had been all day (I had determined it wasn't a movie when they were gone more then six hours.) I could hear Momoe telling them that I had woken up in the room beneath me followed by some relieved sounds and then the sound of sneakers thumping quickly up the stairs. Had to be Ken coming to check on me, he's the only one who would forget to remove his shoes.
I switched off the chick flick I was watching and scrambled to get into a position that was alluring. Something that said 'I want you' without screaming 'I am a complete slut.'
I didn't see the door open because I had my head in the pillow pretending I was asleep. I am such a wuss.
Ken came in silently and walked over to the bed. He ruffled my hair.
[I was really worried. Maybe I should tell him...]
Tell who? Tell me? What what what. But Ken just left, closing the door behind him. I almost went after him. I really did.
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Okay, I'm not done with Baby Blues, and I do intend to finish it, but I'm just not in the right mood right now. Know what I mean? I was in an angsty mood most of the summer and wrote a oneshot that isn't finished, and now I'm in a kind of half-angst state, about like a normal person. Not depressed in any sense, but nowhere near my normal drugged up euphoric state, which is really what I need to finish Baby blues. In the meantime I started this fic, which has no clear direction as of yet. Thanks to eMU3 for the idea.
It was another routine mission, just like a million other routine missions. There was a bad guy and we were going to kill him.
We were staking out the bad guy's evil headquarters. I personally thought it was overkill, but Aya, the great over achiever, insisted that we get our three hours of sitting around and watching nothing happen in the dark in, so we had to wait before going in for the kill. It was Kritiker protocol, so I really couldn't do anything, but it was boring as all hell, not to mention freezing, and raining.
So I was sitting on the roof, in the rain, desperately wanting to scratch my leg, but I couldn't because I knew that if I did that Aya-kun would somehow know about it and give me the whole 'an assassin must be able to remain motionless' talk again. It's not my fault, I'm seventeen, seventeen- year-olds fidget.
I should have been more consciences about my surroundings, but I had other things on my mind, like how I think I might be gay and would it be childish to ask Ken to the winter formal? I could say we were just going as friends. But he just turned twenty; going to my high school dance probably isn't big on his lists of things that would be a gay old time. Pun not intended. Well, maybe a little.
I'm an assassin. I should not be concerned with getting a date to a school dance, but still, a part of me really wanted to go. Probably the gay part.
As for Ken...oh wait, that's the signal, it's showtime.
I got my signal from Aya and hacked through the security system. I used to get such a thrill out of this. The sneaking, the hacking, the surveillance, not so much the killing, but everything else always made me feel special. Important. Yoji and I used to go to the theater at least once a week to watch some action movie and comment loudly on what we would have done in the same situation until then the theater owner asked us to please never come back. We are the guys that other guys dream of being when they watch those movies. Brilliant suave secret agents. It used to give me a perpetual high.
Lately though, it's started to become boring. Hacking into this highly evil office building took me thirty six point five seconds. A few months ago I would have been very proud of my skills, now I cynically scoff at the building's crappy security system.
Never did occur to me to be worried about it being a bit too easy.
I usually partner Yoji-kun, but for some reason Aya-kun has been switching the teams around lately. I don't really mind though, especially since it means I get to work with Ken. He smells so nice. And he's so kind. And deep down inside he is actually quite intelligent.
"51...53...5- wait 53? What happened to fifty two? How are we supposed to find his office if some of the numbers are missing?"
Really really deep down inside. "Other side of the hall nimrod"
After two wrong turns and a short, extremely unprofessional potty break, we found office seventy four. Ken slowly eased open the door while I got ready to aim my crossbow, but instead of one bad guy, there were two bad Swartz. All four of us stared at each other in confusion for a second.
"What's the boy doing here? Where's Red?"
Ordinarily, Ken and Aya-kun go after the primary target while Yoji-kun and I establish the perimeter and pick off any secondary targets. When Swartz set up their trap they broke up accordingly with Mastermind and Oracle rather then Prodigy. Mastermind started for Ken as usual, but Oracle stopped him, apparently deciding Ken-kun was a more worthy foe, and sent Mastermind after me.
We all fought around the cramped office for a while, I was doing pretty damn well considering I don't get much practice with hand to hand combat.
After a few minutes, Oracle, obviously still flustered about the opponent swap, gave an order to retreat and Mastermind took off down the hall. I'm not sure why but I felt compelled to chase him. He pretty much made a beeline for the door, occasionally knocking something over. I hurdled over an upturned trashcan and plowed right into him as he opened the door, both of us skidded out into the freezing rain.
I was dazed for a second, not sure which way was up. It was only Ken's shouts that alerted me to Mastermind standing over me with a metal bar some worker must have left lying around. I didn't have time to react. The bar started coming down fast, and then there was a flash of light, then nothing.
I woke up what must have been a day or two later to stone cold soup and a note written in Ken's illegible scrawl on the back of the napkin that was signed by Shindou Shuichi when I accidentally hit him with my scooter last week. Ironically, Ken would have had to physically move two memo pads and a spiral notebook to get to the autograph, which was in my 'too be framed' pile.
I couldn't exactly read the note, but I could make out the number 4:00 and brilliantly deduced that they had gone to a matinee and left me, alone and possibly very near death. Never mind that that had never happened before and to my knowledge neither Ken nor Aya had ever in their lives seen or even been remotely interested in seeing a movie, but such was my depression and cynicism of late that it was obvious they had left my deathbed to do something fun without me rather then for something important.
I was starving, and not wanting to chance trying the soup, which was a chalky grey color that indicated it might have possibly been made by Aya, who is perhaps not the most adept chef, I started to drag myself downstairs.
My head hurt like hell. I had to stop a few times on my way down the stairs just to close my eyes and ease the pounding a little. Have you ever had your head held in a vice while some crazy guy whacks at you with a sledge hammer? Me neither, but I bet it feels something like my head did right then.
The first thing I did when I got to the kitchen was swallow about six Tylenol before raiding the fridge, which was empty except for Momoe's protein shakes and Yoji's beer. I was hungry enough that sleep was out of the question so I decided to walk to the corner store and buy some junk food since my head still hurt too much for me to go to the commissary on my motorcycle safely.
The trip to the mini-mart was for the most part uneventful. I wandered around in the mostly empty store with one of those plastic baskets and stocked up on chips and soda and pocky and some of that liquid sour candy, all the things a boy who is so sick he has been unconscious for three days needs. Grabbing a pint of Chunky Monkey, I went up to the counter.
The girl smiled and started ringing up my purchases.
[Oh poor Omi-kun, you look like shit]
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
"Huh?" [did I say that out loud?]
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"You said I looked like shit."
"Omi-kun, I would never use such language."
"But you just...nevermind." A bit perturbed, I smiled and took the offered bag. These girls keep getting crazier and crazier.
On the way home though, I could have sworn I heard Honda-san, the old man who owns the gas station, say I had a damn fine ass and some girl I had never met said that my shoes were the ugliest color she had ever seen. Needless to say, everyone's sudden openness where I was concerned bothered me so when I got back to the flower shop I shouted to Momoe that I was still sick and hurried up to my room to enjoy my lunch in peace. I turned on my little TV and started looking for a crappy daytime movie to distract myself.
After a full afternoon of soaps, my emotional inhibitions had broken down enough that I convinced myself to tell Ken how I felt then next time I saw him. I had just worked all the bugs out of my 'coming out' speech when I heard the door slam indicating that everyone was home from where ever they had been all day (I had determined it wasn't a movie when they were gone more then six hours.) I could hear Momoe telling them that I had woken up in the room beneath me followed by some relieved sounds and then the sound of sneakers thumping quickly up the stairs. Had to be Ken coming to check on me, he's the only one who would forget to remove his shoes.
I switched off the chick flick I was watching and scrambled to get into a position that was alluring. Something that said 'I want you' without screaming 'I am a complete slut.'
I didn't see the door open because I had my head in the pillow pretending I was asleep. I am such a wuss.
Ken came in silently and walked over to the bed. He ruffled my hair.
[I was really worried. Maybe I should tell him...]
Tell who? Tell me? What what what. But Ken just left, closing the door behind him. I almost went after him. I really did.
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Okay, I'm not done with Baby Blues, and I do intend to finish it, but I'm just not in the right mood right now. Know what I mean? I was in an angsty mood most of the summer and wrote a oneshot that isn't finished, and now I'm in a kind of half-angst state, about like a normal person. Not depressed in any sense, but nowhere near my normal drugged up euphoric state, which is really what I need to finish Baby blues. In the meantime I started this fic, which has no clear direction as of yet. Thanks to eMU3 for the idea.