The room was starting to fill with smoke. Once again, Hayato had gone overboard. Takeshi grinned as he fought his way back to the silveret, following the sounds of small explosion. "Maa maa, Dera… don't you think you've blown enough up?"
"Have they stopped coming, yakyuubaka?" The bomber turned to glance at the swordsman. Takeshi knew he was checking him over for obvious injury. No matter how many times they fought together, Dera always had to…
Takeshi's thought, and heart stopped dead. While Hayato was checking him over, a member of the rival family had snuck up behind him. Without thinking, Takeshi reacted, shoving his sword through the man's chest and swiping upwards. He and Squalo had practiced the move thousands of times by now, though he'd never had to use it. He had to admit, the blood spray was kinda cool… in a disturbing way. As the man slumped to the floor, Hayato grabbed his arm and drug him away. Loud explosions behind him explained WHY they were suddenly fleeing.
When they had gotten out of range of the bomber's explosions, Hayato turned him around, staring up at him. "You all right, Takeshi?"
The swordsman blinked, looking down at the silveret. They'd been lovers for a couple years, and Hayato NEVER called him by his first name outside of their room. "Uh, ha ha… yeah….?" He scratched the back of his head in confusion.
Hayato's mouth opened and closed a couple times before he finally got the words out. They seemed to be almost painful for the smaller man to say. "Yakyuubaka… you DO realize you just killed someone, right?"
Takeshi rolled his eyes and started walking, knowing the Storm would keep up. "Yeah, and…?"
"Takeshi, you just KILLED someone! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
The taller man sighed and turned, catching the silveret with a hand. "Dera, I am aware of that fact. My question remains. So what? If I hadn't, he'd have killed you." Takeshi knew he couldn't have handled that.
Hayato looked up at him, probing him with his eyes. "That's… not normally something you're supposed to shrug off, Takeshi." It was obvious he was worried, and the swordsman was touched… it wasn't often that his Dera was blatant with his affection.
"Hayato, I'm fine. Squalo and I have been training for a couple of years now. And wasn't it you always saying how dangerous the Mafia was? I knew it was going to happen eventually… I'm just glad it was protecting you."
AN: This is gonna be a multi-chapter drabble, so keep an eye out for the next installment.
