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I know, I really should update faster...But things got a little complicated for me in the past weeks: I've manage to past my university entrance test (I'll be a doctor!), and now I have to buy books, cirurgic-materials and stuff like that, and it takes a lot of my time...So, I'm really sorry, and I kindly ask you to keep with me and the fic, please!
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Now for the fic!
Tic Tac.
Seven o'clock.
Tic Tac Tic Tac.
A quarter past seven.
Tic Tac Tic Tac Tic Tac.
Half past seven.
Surely, thought Yue when he eyed the clock for the tenth time, the police officer that was staring at him had to go home sometime. If he did not…Well, things could get even worse for the Moon Guardian. And things were already horrible.
Firstly, while being walked to the police station, Yue reflected that he had reached cliff's bottom.
When he entered the tall, shadowy building, passed the dark corridors and was led to a dusty, barely lit office, he reconsidered his opinion about his luck.
He was wrong, so wrong. His bad luck cliff was much deeper.
On the opposite of the table, sitting in a far more comfortable chair than the one Yue was currently sitting, there was a round, bald man, writing a report in such a tiny handwriting that even the Guardian, blessed with a powerful vision, couldn't make out what the words were. The man, whose bright golden badge said 'Toyamada Akira, delegate', didn't seem to acknowledge Yue' presence for a very long time, apparently lost into writing his report.
And that profoundly irritated Yue. He needed to get things clear soon. He needed to return to his Mistress.
"Excuse me. I believe you're supposed to talk to me." The Moon Guardian began when the clock's surface displayed half past six (1), forcing himself to show some politeness.
If the man had listened to him, he didn't show any signs. He just kept writing.
"Sir, can you please talk to me?" Yue insisted, a little higher.
No response.
"SIR" he almost screamed, managing to get the man's eyes away from the piece of paper."If you don't talk to me now, I'll leave!"
Disdainful, tiny black eyes met Yue's silvery ones while Toyamada Akira lazily folded his paper, putting it in a box. His big round head peculiarly resembled Kerberus. His chubby hands were covered with blue ink, and a cobalt patterned was formed on his forehead as his fingertips scrapped the place. His voice was low and rough when he asked Yue.
"What's your name, son?" Toyamada asked, getting a blank paper from another box.
The Guardian froze for a moment, and in a few seconds he searched his mind for a fake name.
"Yumen. Yumen…Tsukihiro" He remembered Daidouji's fake name and added a distorted form of his former self's surname to it, adjusting his voice into an icy-calm tone. And I'm not your son.
"Do you have an occupation, son?"
"Guardian." Yue's eyes narrowed as the reply burst from his mouth without warning. Damn.
"A body-guard?" Akira lifted his head, eyeing Yue's unusual clothes doubtfully. "God, you are getting more and more odder each day. Are you sure you're not a circus magician or something like that?" the delegate laughed at his own joke, making Yue's eye narrow even more. Apart from Mistress friends, he had never seen someone so… Stupid.
"Your address, son?"
Oops.
"I don't have a fixed one." he replied, carefully averting his eyes.
"Ah, I see…" Tomayada managing to produce a masterpiece of abstract handwriting, one that oddly resembled 'homeless'. "Well, son, I don't know why you did such thing, but you don't seem dangerous. I don't even think your photo should be taken. But you'll have to spend your night here, though. And don't try to escape, young man." the delegate continued, boring into Yue's mind and finding his escape-ideas. "Things can get complicated if you do this."
Yue's stomach twitched when he heard that, all his thoughts blending into a vision of Sakura. Oh damn it. Mistress was not going to torture and kill him.
Mistress was going to torture him eternally.
He would probably end his days playing with those pot-belly boys, cleaning stuffed bears, making shiny birthday cards and feeding Kerberus.
Poison never seemed so attractive for him now.
And so was it, in that small, almost empty cell. Eight o'clock. The Moon Guardian dearly wished it was empty: his cellmate was a drunken man who was presently singing a much distorted version of a song called 'La Bamba' in a high, drunk-happy tone. Hadn't a young police officer been watching him and his cell, Yue would have already strangled the man and escaped from there.
Trying to ignore lines like 'Para bailar la bamba, se necesita una poca de gracia…', Yue turned his attention to the officer.Such a young boy, contemplated the Moon Guardian, features barely touching the adult line, bushy brown hair obscuring exhausted eyes. He should have gone home long ago. Didn't he have a mother waiting for him, or a father, or even a family?
The young officer was trying hard not to sleep, Yue could tell, but he wasn't succeeding.
Which was good, indeed. If the young man slept…
Click. Suddenly, something rang a bell in his mind, something he should have never forgotten about.
Though all Sakura Cards belonged to, well, Sakura, he was still the Guardian of some of them. Among the ones he guarded, there was a cute little Card, called Sleep. (2)
Almost smiling, Yue concentrated on the Card's soul, praying that it would hear his call. He could not release Sleep from its Card form, but he could manipulate some of its power, and he needed so little of it, just until…
Tut. The officer's head leaned with a soft sound in his chest, his tired eyes closing peacefully. Even his drunk cellmate song began to lower, until it was just an indistinctible murmur. Yue just had to smile at that.
Escaping that stupid place was very easy, indeed. A flick of his hand, and the lock fell to the floor. A graceful flick of hair, and his wings were back, and he flied smoothly through the obscure corridors towards the door, cautiously avoiding two or three cops that still remained in the building. When the moonlight touched his face, he zoomed happily to the sky, going home, to his surely-angry Mistress.
He didn't noticed, though, that one of the cops was heading to his cell when he escaped. The office noticed his sleeping partner, the unlocked door, and realized one of the prisoners was missing, the silvery-haired young man that had stolen a shirt. He immediately informed Toyamada Akira.
When the Moon Guardian was almost reaching the Kinomoto's resident, Kamaky Yukino, president of Tomoeda's TV, was at her home. She had received a phone call from a certain delegate, named Toayamada Akira, and was now calling Hyu Kohaku, the man who edited the news aired in Tomoeda's TV.
"Yes, Kohaku, Mr. Toyamada was sure. There is a psychopath in Tomoeda. He escaped a top-security prison in Tokyo, and Mr. Toyamada's team saw him in this city today, they are soon going to send us a composite picture. No, they don't have photos yet, but it doesn't really matter now. Spread the news, Kohaku. His name is Yumen Tsukihiro."
A/N: (1): I assumed that Yue was arrested at sometime between ten to six and six o'clock, at dusk.
(2): I'm almost sure Sleep is under Yue's control, but I can be wrong! Don't kill me if I am.
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