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thank you for all the reviews and for still tolerating me! once again im relly sorry! *doing a thousand dogeza* please enjoy the story!
The alley was dark and damp. One o'clock at night and the cold lay on the streets like a blanket – thick, heavy and unmoving. The wind tore through the ghastly weather as a madman does at his fears, with sharp knives and an endless howling. In French, she remembered, they call it "bise noire", a wind so tough and cruel it's black. When she had first heard it, during a mission for "Les Fleurs d'Armures", Setsu instantly fell for the name and decided to name her motorcycle that; or more like Cain's motorcycle since he allow her to have one. As a child she had idolized Zorro, the dark swordsman, as she grew his place was replaced by her older brother who was better, stronger and closer, not to mention Only Hers. She decided it was only fair for her Nii-san's motor to have that name since, after all, Zorro's horse was named "Tornado".
"It's too bad we had to leave "Bise Noire" in France, no?" Cain turned to gaze at her through the self-exhumed smoke with a blank face in which she could detect confusion. It took a moment for Kyoko to realize that neither Bise Noire nor their stay in France were actually real and therefore Cain, or rather Ren, should have no recollection whatsoever of what she was talking about. Oups…
"You forgot?" he nodded slowly, supposedly trying to remember. She stepped closer to him and rested against his chest, as she did he wrapped his right arm around her petite figure, protecting her from the penetrating Russian cold.
"Strange, you loved that motorcycle" so that's what she was talking about! Did she really have to name it? She couldn't just say "Suzuki", "Kawasaki", or " Yamaha"? Well this is just another example for the differences between men and women…
As he discovered yet another quality that made his sister all that much cuter (a.k.a. naming things), another detail also struck his mind: she smelled nice, and holding her in his arms was incredibly relaxing.
So Setsu has this power over her brother, huh? He found that rather interesting, he had never been so synchronized with a role as to have his character feel a sensation he rarely ever felt. It must be Setsu… As long as it didn't pass into that kind of affection he was fine with it.
The temperature kept dropping (if that was even possible) and the two siblings stayed close for warmth, both silently cursing those damned Russian people for being so late. Not that they themselves usually kept tight to the clock, but for it to be done to them was unacceptable. This was their first errand for the White Dragon in which they were to deliver an exchange with a certain group and bring the merchandise safely back to base. The deal with the group has already been sealed, all that's needed is exchange the goods, which they would gladly do if only those bastards decided to show up. They've been waiting for so long that by this time they should already have returned to base, dropped off the merchandise and gone to their apartment. But those men hadn't come yet, and no new orders came from base so they stayed. After all this was just another test, set up by the Russian grizzly bear and his friends (does he have friends? Most likely, bears live in packs) and they knew exactly what to do in order to pass it:
1. Wait there until the group comes
2. If those assholes ever arrive then easily and quickly create the exchange
3. Return to base with the merchandise and give it to mafia bear.
Side notes: do not use violence! Do not look or ask about the merchandise, for the moment it would do more harm than good, and they won't learn anything important anyway.
Cain was already at his 10th cigarette and Setsu wouldn't scold him for it since it faintly warmed them both, plus it gave off some light. She breathed in the white fog her brother let out, she had never liked its smell but had already given up on changing Cain's ways, as long as he didn't overdo his unhealthy lifestyle and listened to what she had to say it was alright by her. As long as he ate and drank properly… Ate properly… Ate properly… She frowned at the memory of the past few days' meals. When she had read in his dossier that he's "not a big eater" she figured it, as most people would, as "likes simple food, no need for gourmet, your life will be easy". She didn't expect it to literally mean "doesn't eat much (at all)" or even "doesn't understand that nutrition is kind of important for the human body's everyday function as well as existence". She had been so angry at his lack of self-care she had practically forced food down his throat, at which point Ren Tsuruga was begging (!) for her to stop and explained the unlucky circumstances that caused his stomach to be broken. She had felt really bad for imitating his mother and they compromised on smaller, lighter meals (but still 3 per day!). She blushed at the memory of his praise for her cooking, but maybe it was because no man had ever held her so intimately. It felt kind of nice… warm, calming…
The two spies would have no doubt stayed this way all night long, far apart in thought yet tightly touching, if the group had not finally decided to show up.
They were four men. All in heavy black winter coats, they might seem like a threat to the untrained eye, it was probably the feeling they tried to convey. Unfortunately for them Cain and Setsuka Heel could see each of the men's both strength and weakness points and were well aware of their own superiority. They had nothing to fear from a violent outcome, physically that is. But such a happening would get them out of the White Dragon faster than Ren skipping a meal. They must not, under any pretext, let such a thing happen.
The group leader came forward and took out from an inner pocket a small golden pin. Round, and in its center a cavity in which fit perfectly a similar looking yet smaller pin which Setsuka had taken out. Clicked together, the golden disc, now whole, released a warm yellow light. This was the signal, those pins were more precise then keys and could not be duplicated. There was no other disc that would click perfectly like this. This was the signal, they couldn't be wrong about the group's connection to their current mission. Now to trade the goods.
Setsu lifted a small handbag from where they'd been standing and handed it to the leader, in return getting an even smaller bag. The exchange was almost done. They now broke the sun into two even, thin discs and each placed his pin on his bag. That was it, the entire trade had taken mere seconds, and it was now over. The men in black left first, quickly vanishing into the darkness.
Cain took the precious hand bag from his (far more precious) little sister, placed his arm around her and directed them out of the alley. As they climbed on the grey motorcycle loaned to them by the organization (it was a BMW, Cain noted) Setsu took out her phone to report 'mission coming home' to a sleep deprived mafia bear who rogered and ordered them to first things first bring him the package. Finished with what she thought had been a waste-of-money conversation Setsu hugged her brother and let herself enjoy the ride, mentally thanking him for being such a fine human windshield.
As the two sped over the Russian roads towards the city base a warm sensation entangled them and both internally decided they were rather enjoying their roles.
i'm not all that happy with this chapter, but i decided that it wont make sense for a big action scene to happen on their first mission, they couldnt and had no reason to screw it up, so i made this... its still kind of cute. ill try making next chapter better... hope you still enjoyed it, and if you have ideas or critics please tell me!