Aryes: Hey guys, just realized i failed to actually update the chapter even though I had it all ready to update, I thought I had did it, but apparently not...which is weird, but I have this weeks chapter so get ready~~~! :)

WARNING: Smut (male x male), blood, guns, yakuza, swearing, and general sassiness plus butt kicking!

Disclaimer: I don't own Dangan Ronpa! :)

Enjoy~

Meeting 4

Oowada couldn't believe his luck, he had just made a suicidal raid on a notorious Yakuza (mafia) family storage. Too put the situation more simply, guns were firing directly at him, he had a heavy sack full of old antiquities, he was still trying to escape their mansion house, no weapon to defend himself, and oh yeah, the cops were already here! The biker cursed his luck but still was lucky his bike was way out westward in an alley waiting for him. "STOP HIM, He's in the west wing, repeat he is in the west wing!" oh yeah, the orange haired male had so many regrets right now as he turned the corner to avoid gunfire from the straight hallway, he then saw a huge door. He put his bet into that room having some sort of window to the outside, he ran inside and shut the door, he turned his flashlight on though to spare glances around the room.

Oowada cursed himself once more as he realized that the only windows in the room were very high above where any object could reach. He cursed a few silent words and then snapped his gaze to places he could hide. He whipped his head and found all sorts of terrible hiding places, until turned around to see closet door almost hidden by curtain, it was probably a storage closet. Oowada smiled almost crazily as he ran over to it and pulled the door open, there was enough room among the cleaning supplies for him to hide. The thief thanked his stars he found a place to hide and as he began to shut the door, he heard the sounds of gun fire. He could now assume the police would be crawling the building and firing at the yakuza for their possession of guns that were big enough to be machine guns.

The door to the library opened suddenly and Oowada held his breath as peered from the door in stone coldness. There was a flash of white and then the door to the library slammed shut with the person still in the room. The intruder was panting and was easily seeable in the dark room because of the outstandingly bright uniform the person wore. "There's too many of them in the hallway, I can't do anything in such close quarters to evade those guns," then a pained groan came from the now easily identifiable male intruder, that voice was definitely…. "Shorty is that you?" Oowada whispered and the figure seemed to move toward him at his question.

In his hand, Oowada materialized a small knife, in case he was wrong about his decision. "I am not short!" the man whispered back, the rushed anger of his tone giving away the man's anxiety. It was obvious that he wasn't used to being in situations like this. The biker hit his hand to his head in utter frustration, of all the times the cop had to appear. "Get in here and hide you stupid ass cop!" Oowada said quietly, turning on a small flashlight he had and shining it on the floor, the small light was enough to illuminate their surroundings. Thief looked up at Ishimaru and instantly froze as he saw the other man holding a hand to his neck, a bit of blood dripping downward to dye his collar a red hue.

"What the hell! You got cut on the neck!" Oowada exclaimed as he dragged man by the sleeve into the closet with him, hoping that the man hadn't led a dripping blood red trail to their hiding place. He shut the door and put his flashlight up on a shelf behind them as he grabbed the man's hand away from the wound so he could inspect how deep the cut was, and he regretted doing so. It wasn't fatal but it was nearly close because the blood kept trickling down. Ishimaru's face was pale and he looked woozy, almost as if he completely out of it, and judging how much blood loss the man was suffering from, he probably was. This whole day was just a mess and this job was a bust, he was definitely going to throw the damn bag full of stolen goodies out to sea for all the bullshit he was dealing with today.

"Don't touch me," Ishimaru said as he pathetically tried to remove the thief's hand from his wrist with his other hand. Oowada would have laughed if the situation hadn't been so dire, it was easy to see, Ishimaru was losing too much blood. "Damn it, just hold still for a moment okay," Oowada looked around and found a first aid kit near the bottom of the closet as he had hoped, he knew hotels always had a first aid kit there and in bathrooms he just hoped the Yakuza would build their home similarly. He flipped the tab and opened the box, finding exactly what he needed. Ishimaru though wasn't keeping it together and had resorted to holding the shelf behind him, the man slowly starting to inch towards the ground.

"Woah there, shit! Fine, you so owe me you stupid ass cop! What the hell are you even doing here?" asked Oowada in a hushed anxious whisper, the man's eyes looked at him blankly, and oddly enough the man didn't react to a word he said. "Hey, can ya hear me at all?" Oowada asked with a concerned tone, was the man suffering that much from blood loss? "Yeah, I can," Ishimaru responded, but half of it was Oowada reading lips and then he continued after a moment, a little stronger than before but still quiet, his words becoming clearer, "I am not stupid. I came in because there were sightings of you in the area. I assumed that you would be around here so I stayed with nearby and was the first to respond. There was no reporting of you leaving so I assumed you were inside, what I didn't know was that there were a bunch of Yakuza from the Despair group occupying the mansion."

The thief looked at him blankly, what the hell? Wasn't the cop supposed to be really stupid like he usually was? "Surprise, you are actually sorta smart for once Shorty, but seems you got yourself into this fucking mess and now your bleeding all over the floor," Oowada murmured as he looked downward, both men stilling as another pair of footsteps passed down the hall. Quickly, the biker looked around for something clean the cut and then he came across a bottle of alcohol to clean the wound. He put next to the cut and poured a little bit onto it, Ishimaru made a pained sound that seemed to be held in. Oowada was lucky the man had enough mind to at least keep quiet or they could have been found already.

Within a few minutes, the gauze was securely wrapped around the man's neck, medical tape securing it in place. Oowada looked down at the cop, who was now passed out and sleeping, he grimaced at how pale the man looked. Why the heck was he helping this cop again? Oowada made a frowning face, because in truth, he didn't know the answer. The orange haired male stared at the man for a moment until he heard the sound of footsteps, quickly Oowada turned off the flashlight and leaned next to where the cop was as soon as he heard the opening of the big library doors. He froze next to Ishimaru as the footsteps neared where they were. Oowada thought of a way for both to escape, thinking previously on the information he had received from his brother.

There was a staircase that led to the far room where the yakuza's had meetings, there was a big window with no streets behind it, chances were the police wouldn't be gutsy enough to go in from the back of the house yet and it was probably open air space so he could use his power to escape. With his mind set Oowada grabbed the bag of artifacts quietly, pulling at it with almost no sound. He moved the bag so he could tie around his chest, a make shift bag if you will, then he leaned to the black haired cop on the floor. His breathing was even and steady so the biker guessed the guy would probably not move or wake from his sudden movements, the poor guy would never know.

With ease, the thief threw the man over his shoulder quietly, and Oowada silently thanked the fact that he was extremely strong, or else neither of them would be leaving. He heard the sound of footsteps approaching the closet, Oowada listened for how many people there were. It sounded like at least 3 people, he silently cursed his luck but found his strength to burst out the door. As soon as he opened the door, the sound of someone hurt by it reached his ears as his eyes registered his enemies in the front, there were 4 of them. Each of them were skinny and Oowada guessed many of them would be easy to take them down.

Oowada swung a sharp side kick, hitting each man squarely in their heads since they were all roughly the same size. Luckily, each were knocked out by that single kick as he rushed to the double doors. He kicked it open and briefly checked around, but thanked himself that the hallways were clear. Without a moment of hesitation, the biker ran down the staircase that led to the conference room, the dark hallway causing him anxiety that he would trip on a step or fall in his run, but strangely enough his luck was great as he bust open the door to the conference room with no trouble.

Yet again, he was lucky, not even a sound coming from the room, so Oowada guessed the yakuza had either evacuated to a safe hold or were being hauled into custody by the police. The orange haired male resituated Ishimaru on his shoulder, glad that he felt good enough to do so as he pushed him closer to his head, the man making a small sound of most likely discomfort that he brushed aside. The man would live, he gave a firm hold on Ishimaru's thighs (silently complimenting the way they felt, but that was for another time). He started his run toward the window and debated whether to smash into it or not, but quickly decided against it, too much noise would come from it and attract attention.

Gingerly, the thief concentrated on his magic, there was a small creak sound before a small pipe on the side of the window bent to the center of the window from the outside. With a little more willpower he commanded it to extend to a fine point and then willed it to move into a perfect rectangle around his form. As soon it finished he framed the flat of the knife like point push the glass rectangle cut out into his hands and he pulled the glass onto the carpet with his gloved hands. He then summoned his power again and the pipes that surrounded the house and the metal in the room behind him merged together and bended to his will to create a staircase. It was studier than he expected as he took a step onto it and not even a small creak or shake under the weight of his baggage, it was clear that the metal used as pipes for the place were made nicely.

With ease, Oowada walked down the staircase that led to the alley behind the house, now happy that he didn't have to fear the metal falling through. He finally got to the ground of the alley and leaned over slightly to slide Ishimaru off his shoulder. The raven fell off into his arms without a sound other than the soft somewhat labored breathing. He laid the man down in the alley and looked at him as the sun hit his face. The cop still looked pale but his color seemed to be coming back, and gingerly he touched the gauze he had put on lightly to see if it was properly wrapped. As he assessed it he didn't even notice that the other was now fully awake the moment he had touched the gauze bandage until he looked back at the man's face to see the full red eyes that made him freeze.

His breath was caught in his throat as he saw those red wide eyes on him, lucid and trained on his figure...like a wolf. He heard how close the cop cars were now, if Ishimaru yelled or screamed for help it would be difficult to escape in this situation. The two stared at each other for a moment and Ishimaru spoke, his voice a little husky from pain, and Oowada found himself wishing to hear that type of grated voice more often,"Why did you save me?" The question was honest and almost disbelieving in its tone, and the biker gritted his teeth and answered honestly. "I have no fucking clue cop, but I do know that I didn't want ya dead. It's a man's job to save people from dying, or at least it is to me. I don't care if ya think I am just a low-life thug with no morals, but know that I ain't gonna let ya die when I am around Shorty!"

He stood up giving one last look at the man and found himself in quiet staring contest almost. Ishimaru's red ruby eyes entranced him as they stared at him in obvious surprise. The man then drooped his eyes slightly and turned his head away saying, "I don't see you as a thug or a low life. I see a thief who I need to thank for saving my life...and so I thank you..." Oowada watched in fascination as the raven's ears started to turn red, the man's eyes staring away from his in obvious embarrassment. The biker found his own ears starting to burn as the word 'cute' popped into his mind, but he turned to go and said, "Your welcome ya damn cop, and now ya owe me."

Instantly, he saw the raven whip his head over in his direction and cringe at his own sudden action and shouted at him, "You liar! You told me it was an act of kindness!" To that the biker responded, "I just think it'd be nice to return the favor ya idiot!" He heard a growl in response, but then the man was quiet and that was when Oowada ran to his bike's hiding place with a smile on his face. Winter was coming and it sent him on an adrenaline rush, the cop would definitely meet him again if fate was giving them such strange meetings! He wondered what would happen next time they met, he didn't know for sure about any of this nonsense he had been thinking, but something in his heart was telling him that he would meet the White Wolf again for sure whether by their own doings or by fate.

Aryes: Hope you all liked it, I will post another chapter next Tuesday~!See ya till then~~~

~Aryes