Crossing
Summery: After witnessing a murder, Ryoma is put under a false identity to ensure his safety. What better way to do it than to make him a 'her'?
Disclaimer: I don't own PoT/TnO, so don't sue
Warning: Boy Love/Shonen Ai/Yaoi/Whatever you want to call it, cross dressing, death (not main characters), minor OCs, light violence, and Language (not sure if I'm missing anything)
Pairing: Fuji/Ryoma
-----Chapter One: Death-----
"Keep looking, he has to be around here!"
Thunderous amounts of loud footsteps echoed in the cold night, ringing all too clearly to one boy's ears.
'I have to make it out of here.'
A lonely pair of small feet clad in sneakers slapped wetly against the water clogged ground, running as far away as possible. He really had no idea where he was going; all that he knew in his mind was that this was a dangerous place and that if he didn't get away, he was sure to die.
His breath was coming in short; sharp needles of pain piercing his lungs every step of the way. That was the last of his worries. From far behind him, the dim –and some broken- street lamps illuminated the shadows of his pursuers.
His legs threatened to give out on him, and he couldn't help but stop. He looked around for a place to hide. His golden eyes caught sight of a dark strip of space between two building walls that he could barely fit through, and was dark enough that he couldn't be seen.
He slipped through with slight difficulty, but managed none the less. Just in time as his two pursuers stopped just within his hearing range. He held his breath, afraid that it would alert the two to his presence.
Even though in the dim light, the space he hid between wasn't lit, the place that the two men stood was. He could easily make out the facial features of the two.
One was tall and gangly, a stroke of dark red hair down the center of his skull. With dark brooding brown eyes and a warm complexion that tells of hours in the sun. He stood straight, eyes alert and unfazed at the chase, perfectly composed as if such things were normal daily routines.
The one beside his was hunched over, his hands on his knees and panting heavily. His brown –with the first signs of gray– hair was plastered to his forehead with glistening sweat, and his dull beady green eyes kept glancing around nervously.
"Damn it! We lost him! The boss is going to have our head for this blunder." The red head said angrily, not at all happy over the prospect of punishment.
"It doesn't matter. We got a good look of his face, we can find him the usual way." The beady-eyed man said in between large gulps of air, sounding unsure despite his words.
A sigh escaped the first man, and then he shook his head tiredly. "I sure hope so. We really are dead if we don't find him…"
As if on silent command, the red-head's cell phone went off, scaring the brunette –who jumped back a step- and the young boy in hiding. Thankfully, he managed to trap the surprised gasp within his throat.
"Hello?" He asked curtly after he brought the phone to his ear.
A few minutes of silence, where he made sounds of acknowledgement and agreement before he spoke again.
"Of course, boss. We're coming back right now." With that, he flipped his cell close and turned back to his companion. "Let's go. He's waiting."
The two walked off silently, moving back to their waiting car. The boy finally let out his breath, abet quietly.
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