Well, this story kind of came about because of all the RanKen fics I've read where one of them goes blind. It's always Ken, and there always seems to be a happy ending. I think it would be a better story if Aya lost his sight. Mmm... angst. And let me warn you, there will be no happy ending. At least, not in the sense of Aya miraculously getting his sight back. Complain if you want, flame if you want, but I'm just trying to come up with a tad more realistic idea. Not to say those other stories aren't good, though. Some are great. You should read them. Cheyne's especially.
Title: Opportunity and Circumstance
Author: DeathSprite
Email: smleap47x@hotmail.com
Homepage: http://www.uzu-swirl.net/limitedcreativity
Warnings: Eventual yaoi and shounen-ai, language, possibly some graphic imagery, angst
Spoilers: Aya's past, Omi's past, maybe something else. Not sure yet.
Pairing: RanKen. Did you have to ask?
Disclaimer: I have an Aya and Ken that live in my head. They talk to me. I talk back. Do you think any case involving me would hold up in court?
Kudou Youji grinned as he treaded lightly down the corridor. Guards easily dispatched, he was now on his way to rendezvous with Aya, and the target. Omi had surveillance and Ken -- Youji smirked -- Ken was stuck on perimeter guard. Usually Youji was given that terribly entertaining duty, but this time --
Youji was brought up short as the blade of a katana descended to block his way, scant centimeters from his throat.
"You should be more careful," a low voice growled. Youji relaxed as Aya stepped out of the shadows, lowering the blade. "I could hear you coming all the way down the hall."
Youji huffed, annoyed by Aya's superior attitude. "Saa ... sorry I don't have your cats' feet, oh silent one." Aya ignored him, and they set off down the hall.
More than a dozen floors below them, Ken shifted position slowly, trying to keep his muscles from stiffening. Nothing had happened in the 15 minutes he'd been sitting there, and he was itching for action.
Ken froze. It looked like he might be getting his action. Twin pairs of headlights pierced the darkness, signs of two jeeps heading his way.
Crouching out of the line of sight of the approaching trucks, Ken pushed the call button on his radio. "There are two jeeps coming straight for the guardhouse, Bombay."
"Don't engage, Siberian. Our timetable doesn't account for them, but we don't have time, either. Keep an eye on them, try to ID them. Abysynnian, Balinese, continue with target." Omi cut the connection.
Youji cursed as he and Aya picked up their pace. They were 3 minutes away from the target now -- no time to turn back. The radio crackled its alarm again, and Ken's voice came through a second time, now more urgently.
"There's about 16 of them, heading up the stairs. They're all armed, you need to finish and get out!"
Omi's voice cut in. "Looks like they're after our target -- Abysynnian, Balinese, five of them are headed your way! You've got 5 minutes to get out of the building. If you contact, fight. But don't seek out."
Youji nodded, not having the breath to speak, or to care that Omi couldn't see him. Compliance was not an option.
They reached the target. Opening the office door, the slimy businessman turned to greet them.
"I see you're --" His eyes widened. "You're not the cli--" He was cut short as Aya thrust his sword through his sternum, ending his life.
Omi's voice sounded in the comm again, frantic. "Abysynnian, Balinese! They're right behind you! They --" The comm shut off with an ominous click.
Youji and Aya turned. Approaching silently from the shadows were five dark forms. There was a momentary pause, and then the fight began.
Three of them launched themselves at Youji, and he stepped back, throwing his wire out to catch one of them around the neck, choking the life out of him. Out of the corner of his eye, he managed to glimpse Aya once or twice, holding his own against two impressive swordsmen. He concentrated on his own fight using his advantage of distance to avoid the blades coming after him. The second attacker swung low, faked an attack to the left to attempt a kick at Youji's midsection. He danced narrowly out of the way, wrapped his wire around the attacker's leg and jerked, sending him to the floor with a broken leg. He barely had time to finish him off before the last man came after him in a dead-on charge. He dodged at the last minute, whipping the wire around the man's neck and letting his own momentum cut off his air.
Heart beating quickly, he turned to Aya, only to find him faring not as well. He'd dispatched one fighter, but the other appeared to be just as skilled with a katana as the redhead, and was pressing his every advantage. Just as Youji turned, the swordsman was finishing a jump that placed him behind Aya. The assassin whirled around, but even as Youji sent out his wire, he knew it was too late for either of them to stop the attack.
The blade descended on Aya, aimed at his neck. With the speed and strength behind it, it would certainly slice right through his jugular.
Youji rushed forward, yanking viciously on his wire as it somehow managed to miraculously slide around the neck of the shady killer. The blade slowed as its wielder began to choke, but still continued its deadly descent until it finally ended in a crimson spray of blood and both Aya and the dark figure fell.
Panicked, Youji didn't bother to attempt to stop the flow of blood, he simply grabbed Aya and ran, pounding down the stairs rather than wait for the elevators. He reached the ground floor agonizing minutes later and ran even faster to the rendezvous point, hoping against hope that the lack of radio contact was a fluke and he wasn't the only one left alive.
A small amount of relief crept into him as he caught sight of the car, occupied by both his fellow Weiss members. He put on a last desperate burst of speed as Ken opened the door to the van, trying not to think of how it was probably already too late for his precious burden, a dead weight in his arms.
"They used an EMP to knock out security, and it caught the radios as well. We were just lucky the car was out of range." Omi said, only turning to face them as Ken cried out.
"Holy shit, Aya!" Ken exclaimed as he saw Youji, and helped him place the downed assassin in the back seat of the car. "Is he dead?"
"The bastard was aiming for his throat. He --" Youji paused as his inspection of Aya now took him further up.
"Oh shit. His eyes..."
Title: Opportunity and Circumstance
Author: DeathSprite
Email: smleap47x@hotmail.com
Homepage: http://www.uzu-swirl.net/limitedcreativity
Warnings: Eventual yaoi and shounen-ai, language, possibly some graphic imagery, angst
Spoilers: Aya's past, Omi's past, maybe something else. Not sure yet.
Pairing: RanKen. Did you have to ask?
Disclaimer: I have an Aya and Ken that live in my head. They talk to me. I talk back. Do you think any case involving me would hold up in court?
Kudou Youji grinned as he treaded lightly down the corridor. Guards easily dispatched, he was now on his way to rendezvous with Aya, and the target. Omi had surveillance and Ken -- Youji smirked -- Ken was stuck on perimeter guard. Usually Youji was given that terribly entertaining duty, but this time --
Youji was brought up short as the blade of a katana descended to block his way, scant centimeters from his throat.
"You should be more careful," a low voice growled. Youji relaxed as Aya stepped out of the shadows, lowering the blade. "I could hear you coming all the way down the hall."
Youji huffed, annoyed by Aya's superior attitude. "Saa ... sorry I don't have your cats' feet, oh silent one." Aya ignored him, and they set off down the hall.
More than a dozen floors below them, Ken shifted position slowly, trying to keep his muscles from stiffening. Nothing had happened in the 15 minutes he'd been sitting there, and he was itching for action.
Ken froze. It looked like he might be getting his action. Twin pairs of headlights pierced the darkness, signs of two jeeps heading his way.
Crouching out of the line of sight of the approaching trucks, Ken pushed the call button on his radio. "There are two jeeps coming straight for the guardhouse, Bombay."
"Don't engage, Siberian. Our timetable doesn't account for them, but we don't have time, either. Keep an eye on them, try to ID them. Abysynnian, Balinese, continue with target." Omi cut the connection.
Youji cursed as he and Aya picked up their pace. They were 3 minutes away from the target now -- no time to turn back. The radio crackled its alarm again, and Ken's voice came through a second time, now more urgently.
"There's about 16 of them, heading up the stairs. They're all armed, you need to finish and get out!"
Omi's voice cut in. "Looks like they're after our target -- Abysynnian, Balinese, five of them are headed your way! You've got 5 minutes to get out of the building. If you contact, fight. But don't seek out."
Youji nodded, not having the breath to speak, or to care that Omi couldn't see him. Compliance was not an option.
They reached the target. Opening the office door, the slimy businessman turned to greet them.
"I see you're --" His eyes widened. "You're not the cli--" He was cut short as Aya thrust his sword through his sternum, ending his life.
Omi's voice sounded in the comm again, frantic. "Abysynnian, Balinese! They're right behind you! They --" The comm shut off with an ominous click.
Youji and Aya turned. Approaching silently from the shadows were five dark forms. There was a momentary pause, and then the fight began.
Three of them launched themselves at Youji, and he stepped back, throwing his wire out to catch one of them around the neck, choking the life out of him. Out of the corner of his eye, he managed to glimpse Aya once or twice, holding his own against two impressive swordsmen. He concentrated on his own fight using his advantage of distance to avoid the blades coming after him. The second attacker swung low, faked an attack to the left to attempt a kick at Youji's midsection. He danced narrowly out of the way, wrapped his wire around the attacker's leg and jerked, sending him to the floor with a broken leg. He barely had time to finish him off before the last man came after him in a dead-on charge. He dodged at the last minute, whipping the wire around the man's neck and letting his own momentum cut off his air.
Heart beating quickly, he turned to Aya, only to find him faring not as well. He'd dispatched one fighter, but the other appeared to be just as skilled with a katana as the redhead, and was pressing his every advantage. Just as Youji turned, the swordsman was finishing a jump that placed him behind Aya. The assassin whirled around, but even as Youji sent out his wire, he knew it was too late for either of them to stop the attack.
The blade descended on Aya, aimed at his neck. With the speed and strength behind it, it would certainly slice right through his jugular.
Youji rushed forward, yanking viciously on his wire as it somehow managed to miraculously slide around the neck of the shady killer. The blade slowed as its wielder began to choke, but still continued its deadly descent until it finally ended in a crimson spray of blood and both Aya and the dark figure fell.
Panicked, Youji didn't bother to attempt to stop the flow of blood, he simply grabbed Aya and ran, pounding down the stairs rather than wait for the elevators. He reached the ground floor agonizing minutes later and ran even faster to the rendezvous point, hoping against hope that the lack of radio contact was a fluke and he wasn't the only one left alive.
A small amount of relief crept into him as he caught sight of the car, occupied by both his fellow Weiss members. He put on a last desperate burst of speed as Ken opened the door to the van, trying not to think of how it was probably already too late for his precious burden, a dead weight in his arms.
"They used an EMP to knock out security, and it caught the radios as well. We were just lucky the car was out of range." Omi said, only turning to face them as Ken cried out.
"Holy shit, Aya!" Ken exclaimed as he saw Youji, and helped him place the downed assassin in the back seat of the car. "Is he dead?"
"The bastard was aiming for his throat. He --" Youji paused as his inspection of Aya now took him further up.
"Oh shit. His eyes..."