Chapter 4

Yohji didn't know why he felt so damned panicked. It was just another mission. He'd been through them a dozen times already, so it wasn't like he didn't know what he was doing.

It was just that….of all the people he was picked to back up, Omi had stuck him with Aya.

He didn't doubt Aya's fighting skills, but he'd never had to work with him before. All he had seen of Aya was the angry brooding man that glared at everyone. Aya had to have another side to him. Yohji knew that. I mean no one was pissed off all the time. He'd just been given a very good reason to be pissed off.

Yohji looked around, scanning the room for potential threats. Before he knew it, Aya was moving. He hadn't even seen the guard before Aya took the man down. He didn't like that. He wasn't usually slow to move. But he felt like he was lagging behind as he chased after Aya.

The swordsman was slashing his way through the hall, taking down anyone in his way.

"If you're not going to do anything then go home!" Aya snapped at him, before taking off at a run again.

Yohji had a split second to see the man with the gun, before shoving Aya out of the way and letting his wires fly.

Aya was already running again, racing into the room that the target was supposed to be in.

"Balinese, head to the second floor," Aya's voice rang out on the comm. That meant that the target wasn't in there, but that the files that they needed were where they were supposed to be. So Aya was grabbing any information that he could. They needed to know who the man worked for. That way they could get that bastard, too.

Yohji trusted Aya to take care of himself and made his way to the stairs.

"Any luck?" Yohji asked. Ken and Omi had taken the lower levels, making sure that the target wasn't down there.

"Nothing. There's no one down here at all, I think we should…" Ken's voice was cut off by the sound of a gunshot.

"Report!" Aya shouted over the comm. Demanding to know if anyone was hurt. Yohji could faintly hear someone screaming. Definitely not one of their team.

"Bombay's been hit. I'm going to bring him out," Ken said.

"How bad is it?" Yohji was glad Aya was asking, because right now he couldn't talk, because he could hear the target talking upstairs.

"Not life threatening, but bad enough that he has to be patched up." Ken said. "I think we should get him to the hospital."

Yohji crept up on the target and let his wires fly, catching the man around the throat. He yanked as hard as he could, slicing deep into the throat. The man didn't even have a chance to scream.

"Target eliminated," Yohji shouted, running to the window, he let his wires fly, catching the tree outside, he lowered himself to the ground.

Aya was already outside with the boys, which surprised him, as Aya was very adamant about the mission. He had a feeling that not much could get Aya away from a target.

Yohji jumped in the car, waiting for the boys and Aya to climb in. Aya surprised him again by sitting in the back with Omi.

Yohji stared as Aya opened up a first aid kit and started threading a needle.

"What the fuck! He's going to a hospital! Do you even know what you're doing?" Ken shouted, looking panicked.

"Do you go to the hospital for everything?" Aya asked, rolling his eyes. Yohji watched in the rearview mirror as Aya started stitching up the wound while Omi whimpered in pain.

"You can't afford to go to the hospital for everything. it's a Kritiker hospital, and they keep records. They keep tabs on your injuries, it tells them how competent you are," Aya said in a monotone as he continued stitching as gently as one could possibly stitch.

"How do you know you're doing it right? What if you screw it up!" Ken cried out, obviously worried that Aya was going to make a mistake that would get it infected.

"I've done this before," Aya said, pausing to drag his collar down enough for them to see a line of stitches across his shoulder.

"Oh…okay." Ken looked kind of reluctant to accept that answer. Yohji didn't blame him. If he'd hurt himself and Aya had come at him with a needle he'd probably have freaked out and tried to fight him off. And Ken still thought Aya was a psychopath.

"Thank you," Omi said in a tight voice, sweat beading on his forehead.

"Hn," Aya cut the excess thread off. Yohji's eyes widened when Aya doused a rag with alcohol and slapped it on the wound.

Omi screamed.

"Had to be done," Aya said, offering the boy a clap on the shoulder.

"So, what do you think of our team?" Yohji asked, he'd been wondering for a while what Aya really thought of them.

"Undecided," Aya said honestly. Yohji's heart sank at that. He'd been hoping Aya would be impressed with them. Of course that was his vanity speaking, but even so. He wanted Aya to love the team and become completely enamoured with him.

Aya was as cold as ever, except towards Omi. But Yohji figured that was because Omi was the only one who hadn't fucked with him already. Omi, as usual, had wormed his way onto Aya's good graces.

Yohji wanted to grab Aya again and kiss him, make Aya remember that he was here and he was hot! He wondered what he could do to flaunt himself to Aya. He was sure that if he wore the right clothes…or the least bit of clothes, that Aya would be smitten. I mean who wouldn't be?

So it was set. He was going to look his sexiest in front of Aya and watch the magic work on the man!

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