From:
Gonyosoma
Title: Back in Tokyo
Rating: PG-13 +
Disclaimer:
Never mine; the boys belong to Project
Weiss.
Authors notes: There is some violence and crude language in this part, so be warned.
Also, I like to say thank you to my reviewers!
Today I sold a male snake – the name is Farfarello and I gave him away because he bit his female Aya heaviliy – talk about names and destiny ….
I still hope, he will be happy with his new owner.
Now, please enjoy!
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Part 7 - Rough games
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Ran watched the fight between Nagi and Bruce attentive. It was obvious that the boy didn't stand a chance because of his fragile build and the fact that the using of powers where not allowed.
Bruce was a strong, perfectly trained man who led his group undisputed. Considered the fact that all were Eszet trained it spoke for his quality.
A fast kick hit Nagi right into his chest. He oopfed and tumbled to the ground.
"Come on jailbait, get up. You can't relay on your uncles forever." Bruce sneered.
A pained look crossed Nagi's face. He tried his best to scramble up but folded together immediately, his hand pressed against his ribcage.
The bodyguard danced around him and mimicked a kick to his face, only stopping inches before it connected.
Nagi looked away; he was unable to defend himself right now without his powers.
"That's it. Training is over."
With those words Ran stepped ahead and threw a towel at the boy who caught it.
"My, already intercepting. Are you afraid he won't be so pretty anymore when I'm done with him? Don't you like your boys submissive and beaten down?"
"Don't gather from yourself to others. If your goal was to show him his limits it's reached. For everything else you failed."
The redhead helped Nagi up and steered him to the exit. The boy shivered, he was barely able to move. Tomorrow his bruises would hurt like hell.
"What about a little ‚Thank you', since you are getting some ass now? At least for this he's perfect."
The assembled men laughed. It sounded dirty and Ran could feel how Nagi's body contracted. The boy was near tears; only years of training restrained them.
The redhead turned around and looked Bruce over.
"If I had known that you are this frustrated, I'd brought you a nice video to jack off. Sounds like you didn't get any for quite some time. What's the matter? Girls to classy for you to get close? Not man enough for a real partner? Boys keeping away because your money doesn't suffice for their displeasure?"
Silence answered.
Bruce face was drained of all colors and then it became deep red.
Vulcan snickered.
"He's asking for it, boss. Maybe he likes to play bitch."
"The next training session is yours in exactly one hour. If you are not on time, we'll drag you to it."
On Bruce's face you could see plain rage.
"I'll be on time."
With that the redhead turned around and left the gym, Nagi on his arm.
The boy wavered beside him.
"He will kill you for that. You should have said nothing."
"We'll see."
"Why are you helping me? It brings nothing but trouble. Even Schuldig and Brad don't help me."
"Is that why they left you alone with this jerks? So they beat you up?"
"I am Schwarz. I have to fight for myself."
"Sorry Nagi, but this is bull$hit. Pushing you in a dangerous situation is one thing but to leave you there with rules against you and without backup is unforgivable.
At least I know now that I'll be on myself in the next ‚training'."
They reached their quarters. Ran brought Nagi to his room and excused him.
After a quick shower, Nagi threw himself on his bed. A soft knock and Ran stepped in, a vial with some ointment in his hand.
"This will help against your bruising. Turn on your belly."
The boy did caste a suspicious look at the redhead and then he turned around.
Tender, certain hands allocated salve on his back and massaged it into his skin. They slid over his rips and checked for injuries.
"At least nothing is broken. This Bruce seems to know what he is doing. Your rips are only bruised."
"If he'd break bones we would have killed him. We don't help each other but we always pay back."
"Wonderful." After this sarcastic remark both stayed silent.
Ran finished the treatment of Nagi's bruises and put the vial on his bed table.
"Rub it on the bruises on your front side, it'll help. I have to get ready."
He went to go.
Before he closed the door, Nagi called out to him.
"Please, be careful. They really hate Crawford and everyone with him."
A last smile at the boy, then the door was locked.
In the gym Bruce already awaited him.
"You are punctual for your beating. Don't think because you are the witch's darling, I'll go easy on you."
"Hn."
They both got into fighting stance. Bruce attacked with sudden force throwing him at Ran and aiming with both fists for his head. Ran moved the essential centimeters away and countered with a hit to the others kidneys. The man whizzed because of the pain and lashed out again, this time to the body. Already he was down of the floor and could only watch as his sparring partner moved away.
"You are fast Red, I'd give you that. It won't save you."
They moved back and forth, Bruce attacking most of the time, becoming more furious every minute he couldn't strike.
The slender redhead mainly avoided any hits and countered whenever convenient. This meant Bruce already sported several bruises, bruised rips and a shiner.
Impossible! He was a low level Telepath, trained by Eszet to use telepathy together with his impressive fighting skills to read his opponents and counter anything they came up with. In a fight he was almost invincible with that combination!
This time not only couldn't he read his adversary but it was also impossible to confuse him with a mind attack. Nothing reached this guy! He felt anger rising and sported another mind attack together with a mighty blow. Red countered with a ground kick and wiped him from his feet.
"Isn't the rule ‚No Power'?"
"There is also a rule ‚one-to-one'." Bruce snarled.
The next moment Ran felt two strong arms wrapping around his body from behind. He was so focused on Bruce that he didn't notice Enyo moving. The Korean had him in a tight grip, bruising his body with its force.
"Now you get it!"
Howling Bruce stormed at him, fists ready for a brutal hit.
Faster then the eye could follow, Ran kicked out and caught the man right in his face. With the same move, he brought his body up and brought a knee into Enyos nose. The Korean lost his grip, Ran managed to roll away before Vulcan could hit him with a fire ball.
"So you are all talents. What's the matter, not good enough for Eszets top teams?"
"I'll show you good enough!"
The fourth man attacked, he raced really fast towards Ran faster then the eye could follow. Ran felt a brutal strike in his chest, destroying his balance. He could only gasp for breath when the Korean brought a big fist into his face. He managed to move, but couldn't avoid it completely.
The back of his head collided painfully with the wooden floor. Stars danced before his eyes and pain shoot through his head like fire.
The Korean roared in triumph and threw himself on the redhead. Ran managed to roll aside, barely avoiding being crushed.
He stumbled back on his feet and readied himself for the next attack. He couldn't see properly, the fall must have hurt something. Runner screamed loud and ran towards him. Out of instinct he grabbed blind into thin air; his hand made contact, snatched a wrist and hurled Runner with all his might against Vulcan, utilizing the momentum.
Before he could use the mess to escape, Enyo attacked again, throwing him to the ground.
"I'll break your leg, and then let's see how you dance away!"
He grabbed Ran's leg and started to twist it. With his last reserves, Ran managed to place the second leg in Enyo's crotch and hurled him over his head. The big man landed with a loud thud on the floor, all his body mass working against gravity.
Unconscious he stayed down.
The Redhead looked around. Bruce was slowly coming up again, Vulcan and Runner regrouped for a new fight. He could feel blood running over his nape and tasted the metallic fluid in his mouth. His sight was poor, everything dipped in a grey haze leaving only his hearing the last usable sense.
He could hear them stepping nearer, cornering him against a wall.
"This was quite a fight, Red. Now we'll make sure that you will never brag about it." Hateful floated the voice through the haze.
This was no training session anymore. This was attempted murder.
As soon as they were in position, he was either dead or crippled.
No way. He was not going to abandon his son.
With speed born of determination he took two daggers out of his training suit. They were sharp, sharp enough to shave with and he held them expertly in his hands along the underarms, a classical defensive position. Whoever came near enough would be dead.
No mercy, no doubt.
Bruce stared irritated at the two weapons which seemingly materialized out of thin air.
They gleamed in the artificial light like a promise. After a look in Reds eyes he decided to end it. There was death in these violet eyes. No pain, no fear. Only iron resolve.
"Hey Red, don't you know the meaning of a little joke?"
The redhead didn't falter.
"Do you know the meaning of a joke gone to far?"
Somewhere an alarm ringed. Bruce relaxed and stepped back.
"Training is over. You managed fine for a normal. Go to your quarters, we will carry Enyo to Doc. It's the first time he was knocked out."
No way would he turn his back to them.
"After you."
"But Red, don't you trust us?"
Ran could hear the sneer; he didn't need to see it. Wordlessly he stayed in fighting stance, the daggers in front of him.
"Oh well, then don't."
He heard them moving their muscle and leaving the gym. When his ears couldn't receive a noise from them anymore, he followed slowly. His leg was unstable, maybe something was twitched inside.
He didn't trust Doc; after all it was one from Bruce's men. With this head wound was only the hospital left but Ran needed a ride there. He hobbled to Schwarz rooms and knocked on Crawford's door. No one answered. Schuldig was still out from his pills, Farfarello was out from drugs and Nagi to young to drive.
It was no use. Ran patched his head wound up and hobbled to the garage. At least he could take a car key from the board.
The drive to the hospital was gruesome. Vision switching on and off, dizzy and almost unconscious, somehow Ran managed to get there. He left the car right in front of the hospital and dragged himself to the emergency room.
Then everything went dark.
