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"I'll make sure to…"

Then silence.

It was the last thing he had heard in the accented voice.

What if?

No don't go there.

But, there had been gunshots and screaming and evil sound people…

DO. NOT. GO. THERE.

His mind roared the words.

He tried to not think about, he couldn't think about that right now…

He knew that thinking about Kato would bring nothing good, not now, when everything seemed to be going to hell.

But what if that was the last thing he ever heard from the man who had somehow (despite the fact that it had been open for years) filled the position of be his best friend and possibly love of his life.

The last part, had you asked a few months ago, would have been ridiculed by him, but it seemed that his heart had had enough of his mind and was beating the crap out of it so that it would accept the truth. While his father might have had a heart attack to the fact that his son was gay, he really didn't care about sexual orientation.

He had given up on finding love really; there was no reason since he could have the physical aspect without the drama. But somehow he had known that if he was to find love that the person had to have his interests, to be ready to the crazy things he did, but as well had to be able to shut him up, to remind him that jumping off a bridge with no training and a parachute was not a good idea. It seemed that Kato fit all of that, so by logic, you would think that Kato was for him…

His brain had disagreed, ignoring his heart (who let's just agree had recognized the love MONTHS ago when they'd first met and gotten drunk together) and going with the 'best bud' thinking. Kato had seemed to go along with that, which brought up the question:

Would Kato reject him?

He was much more free thinking that his man, Kato would probably think he was joking. Would the man leave him, would it be an awkward silence once he did find out the truth? That was more than one question, all of which annoyed him because he couldn't think of a definitive answer to ANY of them.

It really didn't matter though, all that mattered was Kato. The crazy Chinese man that he was a brother to was in danger from something…that was ALL he needed to focus on. Everything else could wait until he had the man in his arms, safe and sound. Those beautiful brown eyes looking into his before Kato told him that he was fine and to let him get the fuck up…

Somehow, he felt his mind race as fast as the Black Beauty was (even though logically it didn't seem possible with the car flying way over the limit) at the thought of Kato.

He was hot, the warmth of the car seeming to swallow him whole. The dark leather seemed to loom around him, despite the sun streaming through the windows. Or maybe it was just the fact that his heart was beating so fast right now that it beat any fast it would explode.

He had to calm down; the blood racing through his veins might just puncture through skin to relive the pressure if he didn't…

And Kato hated for blood to be on the upholstery.

The last time they had gone on a raid, he, being a dumbass, has managed to get slightly sliced in the thigh. After Kato had become a crazy Chinese version of the classic 'mother hen' figure (which in no way, shape, or form was pretty. It was more like yelling and curses instead of chicken soup and Band-Aids) they had ended up back in the Black Beauty after Kato had determined that it was just a scratch, that he wasn't going to die, and he should just suck it up. Despite the fact that he had had his coat wrapped around the wound until they got home, where Kato would stich it up and he would make cracks about him not wearing a sexy nurse's uniform (in which Kato would smack him), he ended up getting some blood on the seat. This had ended up pissing off the ninja badass (a title which he was still pressuring Kato into putting on his solemnly used business card) off, which was bad since the man had ended up smacking him in the shoulder. He had winced, the hit having caused him to move his thigh; Kato hadn't been so mean after that. He had actually become the nice side of mother hen Kato, carefully dragging him into the house when they had arrived at his mansion.

He took a handful of somewhat frantic breaths, trying to slow everything down. From the corner of his eye he could see his hands shaking, as his entire body was. But the phone was still clutched firmly in his right hand, knew that he would take that phone to his grave before he let go.

It was how he had last heard of Kato, his man, before everything seemed to go to hell.

He thought the day would never come where the badass kitten he knew would be in trouble, usually it was the other way around, but there was always a time for everything…

That fact boggled him, that Kato was in trouble instead of his playboy self.

It was always that he was the bumbling idjit (as Kato had once called him, note to self: do not let the man watch any more Supernatural) that got in trouble and was the dumbass in distress. That was how it ALWAYS was; that was just how it fit.

The day was just getting weird, he decided.

Kato was in trouble. That fact alone was sending alarm bells off in his head, the sentence sounding so ridicules that it had to be fiction. It just had to be…

But then add in the fact that the "bad guy" (or guys, he really didn't know) that was causing the trouble was not only known to the wonder twins, but frankly seemed to scare the hell out of them as well.

His mind and the day kinda went to hell after that, more than usual anyway.

His new found "friends" (he used the term loosely since they had threatened him with information concerning Kato earlier. But he had written that off as worry, so maybe they were friends) were tensed as one could be. From his place sprawled in the backseat, he could see it all.

The way her knuckles were white from her tight grip on the wheel as she took each turn fast but precisely to avoid flipping or losing speed.

He was clutching his knife, as if he was trying to reassure himself with the blade steadily gripped so that it couldn't cause any damage as the car roared on.

Mostly he saw the murderous intent in their alike eyes. The look seemed to be one that would not only send someone six feet under but one that would disembowel, gouge, salt and finally burn one alive as well.

Note to self, he mentally said, do not ever be the victim of that glare.

On some level though, he knew he never would. Whoever this bitch/bastard/ "villain" was that was hurting Kato, he knew that Kato and his family had history with the person. The look that the twins had was one that did not develop in a moment; it was from a lifetime of hate. He knew that the concern for Kato and the hate was the fuel for the fire in their eyes.

At least he hoped so, he had been wrong before.

His heart rate had died a bit, which he was grateful for, so he had up to sit in middle of the slick backseat. Looking into the long mirror, he found himself connecting eyes with the female driving for a moment.

Despite his best judgment, he decided to ask the question that had been on his mind since this whole craziness had begun.

Although, thank god he had time to phrase it a little more elegantly than 'What the fuck is going on?' The phrasing was a bit better, yes, yes it was.

"Someone want to tell me what the hell is going on?" Normally people wouldn't break the silence that was imposed on the car, but then again, he wasn't normal.

"You don't want to know" Sumi said quickly, while taking a sharp turn, in a somewhat pleasant voice…which was surprising since he expected her to snap at him and tell him to shut the fuck up. He had been hanging around Casey too much…

Kiba rolled his eyes, knowing that his sister had just pulled a classic cop out.

More like you don't want to tell me, his bullshit detector grumbled. But he ignored it, knowing that now probably wasn't the time for a history lesson anyway; but he really wanted to know.

Maybe they could just condense it into a sentence? Like, 'They stole something from us and we retaliated by killing someone and they are just trying to make things even?' It would be like spark notes, where he didn't have to read the whole book but he got the basic jest of it. He wished life was like that sometimes, where he could skip the boring staff meetings and go out crime fighting instead. Life notes, that's what they could be called. If they existed, then he could know WHO the hell was hurting his Kato, WHY the hell the twins were in their version of panic mode, WHERE this person was from, HOW Kato had gotten into this situation anyway, and WHAT THE HELL WAS GOING ON!

The sight of familiar buildings came into his gaze, tearing him from his small hissy fit over not knowing the truth, they must be getting close. He could see the edges of the Daily Sentinel coming into view, which filled him with relief and fear. He was going to find Kato, but in what condition?

"Woren jiang gaosu yi" The older clone of Kato said, [Translated from Mandarin Chinese: We will have to tell him] the sentence obviously directed at his sister. Once again, he couldn't understand. He wished that they would speak English; it annoyed him that they were obviously hiding something from him while he was RIGHT there.

"Bushi xianzai" [Not now] She replied, after sighing at whatever he had said; like she didn't want to accept it.

Before he could question what was going on, the entrance of the newspaper building came into view. Even before the car was stopped, his hands and feet moved on their own accord to open the door and run towards the entrance. The phone clutched in his hand was dropped, forgotten for the more important goal. He ignored everything in his surroundings; Kato was in that building, that's where he was going.

Reporters, police, people in general could kiss his ass.

Someone blocked his path, Casey.

"Kato said not to go in, BRITT!"

He didn't care, he pushed past her harder than he usually would, going for the glass doors he had seen all his life. He heard her frantically talking to someone, telling the story of what was going on. If he were smart he would have listened, but he had been called brainless before. He was going to help Kato, he had to help…

Kato needed him, he had to be there.

With this statement seared into his brain, it was to be expected that those who tried to stop him would be met with fury. Lenore had not been subjected to that; she hadn't put up a fight…

The person who stepped into his path next, on the other hand, latched onto him with the intent of stopping him and did not let go. And that's exactly what the person did, becoming an unmoving bolder in his path.

Arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders, holding him back. He responded like a feral cat, clawing and cursing not words, but sounds of anger and fear. In his mind, everything had vanished but the few words that were necessary.

Have to Move. Kato. Have to get to him. GET OUT OF MY WAY!

The surrounding world faded even more than it had before, his only focus being getting past the person currently blocking him. Casey screaming at him, Sumi speaking to someone, Mike trying to not let the group panic; it all fell silent to his deaf ears. Somehow he felt his opponent move to grip his shoulders while facing him.

Have to move.

"Britt" A calm but strong voice spoke.

Gunshot, could be him.

He was about to ignore it when his shoulders were shaken with just enough force to rattle him. "Britt, look at me"

But he couldn't…

Kato.

"Look at me" The voice was harsher now, rougher, but still familiar.

His blurred vision focused to lock onto the pair of brown eyes staring at him. They were just like Kato's…He stopped fighting, just for a moment, to look into them. The person shook him by the shoulders, some of the rage vanishing. He found he recognized the person.

"Nothing is going to happen to him…" The person spoke

The words ingrained themselves into his mind, calming him. Everything was going to be okay…

"…I promise"

…it just had to be.


XxX~LET'S ROLL KATO~XxX


The pools of red forming by the newly killed officers, two more to add to the body count of their lives, which made him grimace. One was wearing a wedding ring; he wished it hadn't had to be this way.

Wrong place at the wrong time, was the only thing he could say in regard to the bodies of the fallen men. He didn't like killing, unless necessary, but to protect his twin he had to stay with Yuki and do whatever the hell she wanted.

If he were alone, he would of left years ago. Forgotten about the other clan; it was all water under the bridge, nothing good came from revenge. He had nothing against Kato, other the others, let them rest in peace; but his sisters did.

Yuki was filled with darkness; she always had been and would be until the moment she died.

Tara had become their elder sister over time, darkness becoming her. There was nothing that could save her. Her happiness had died years ago, his twin was gone.

But he was ignorant to the fact, staying with the murderous psycho of an older sister because he knew that if he left it would get worse. The only reason Tara hadn't given completely up was because of him; she stood on the edge of oblivion and he made sure she didn't fall in.

That had been his job since their birth, especially since the Azra twins had perished.

The hotel burned bright, that's what happened when gas and dynamite mixed, and he knew that there was nothing more to do. The two main reasons for their hunt were dead, there was no way they could have survived. They were set to die from the beginning, no matter how he had tried to stop everything before it began…

A heart wrenching scream broke the crackling and sizzling of burning wood.

"NO!"

His head snapped from the mesmerizing flames to see her. Pulling her close against her will, he felt her knife sink into his shoulder. Fingernails scratched his face and forearms; he feels the blood start to seep into his shirt from his shoulder. Momentum was his enemy as his legs scream in pain from not moving in the face of her speed. Grunting in pain at it all, he still holds on tight.

"I'm sorry" He whispers the words over and over into her ears until the fighting stops, until she knows that it's no good, that Kiba is dead. Her head falls into the crook of his neck just before the tears start to fall. And even with silver blade still imbedded in his skin, he pulls the one who stabbed him closer. Cradling his twin, he looks back to the flams as she sobs.

Outlined in the hellish orange and black backdrop was their new clan leader, he could see the evil smile from where he was.

"Are you happy now?" He snarled for his twin, who would have done the same had she not been suffering under the crushing truth of the twins' deaths.

Turning to face his gaze, she answered "There's still one more"

His eye narrowed; there was no reason to involve Kato. His anger grew even more as it turned out that his sister wasn't finished talking…

"But at least we got rid of two wretched angels"

With those words, she disrespected the dead, the ones that should not be spoken ill of but instead forgotten.

The sobbing mess against him shook even harder at the words.

Never would he respect her again, never.

That, as he looked back, was the moment when he hated his sister.

Before then, he had disliked her; but then he had hated her with every fiber of his being. She knew he hated her, but the world saw otherwise as he was the barrier between his sisters.

Tara was the only reason he was here, his feet propped up on the desk with a gun pointed at the hostages so that Yuki could hunt the last of the Azra clan. This is one of the moments where he wished that he was another nameless Chinese man instead part of a ninja clan.

At least Yuki had not ordered the innocent persons he was guarding killed, and then he could let them go.

It had been ten minutes since his sisters, so different and yet so similar, had ridden the elevator out of sight. He had yet to hear gunshots, meaning that either Kato was not there or that the man was still a good ninja. It was the second; he knew that as fact even though it had been years since he had seen the man.

He dodged a kick to the chest, before throwing his own punch.

A smirk came to his face before it was wiped off as he was flipped onto the street like a pancake.

Looking up into the face of his opponent, he groaned as a foot came down on his chest for the other boy to do a victory pose.

"Kato" He wheezed, as the pressure started to affect his breathing.

The angel helped him up, grinning in satisfaction.

He rolled his eyes "Two out of three?"

"You'll still lose"

And then the next round started, as their guardian for the day, Sumi, watched them.

Fuck this shit, he decided; standing up so quickly that it startled the hostages.

He could keep the cops busy without risking human life; he was not going to use hostages. Kato wouldn't do that, and neither would he.

Putting the gun down on the secretary's desk, he looked at the people currently on the floor.

"Go" They all looked at his strangely, morons, he muttered internally.

"What?" One man asked

"Get out of here" He motioned at the door, before going through the desk's drawers for a certain item. He knew it would be there, there was no way that a stressed secretary wouldn't have…

They still weren't moving, just blankly staring at him in disbelief.

"What part of get out of here do no you not understand? LEAVE BEFORE I CHANGE MY MIND AND SHOOT YOU!" Anger was not his forte but these people were annoying him to no end.

Scrambling, the people got to their feet and messily exited the building as his loud voice echoed the lobby. It became silent after they left, something he was grateful for.

With that he went back to his search, checking for that one item…

"There you are" Taking the bottle of liquor into hand, he opened the half empty bottle and took a swig. If he was going to be fighting and more than likely killing more people, he rather be buzzed than sober so that the memories might not stick.

He took a breath and enjoyed the feeling of the spreading liquid. Feeling a bit better, he took the gun back into his hands and went to lock the front doors with the bottle in hand.

Yuki would have his head for that, but she wouldn't do anything since she was going to finally fulfill her crazy quest of annihilating every last member of the Azra clan from the face of the planet.

Nearing the glass doors, he ignored the people staring at him.

That quest ending with killing his best friend…

Looking into the glass that separated him from the outside world, he saw the people that were normal, that didn't a crazy family as he did. Even if they did have crazy family members, they didn't have sisters that were trying to kill each other or kill almost forgotten clan members.

Locking himself in, he caught two familiar faces.

A crash came to his ears moments after the bottle of alcohol fell from his grip but he ignored it as he stared at the people that were supposed to be ash.

Either he had lost his mind or they were back.

He was tempted to smile, even though he knew nothing good was going to come from their return…

"I'll be damned"

…Yuki was going to lose her mind.


XxX~LET'S ROLL KATO~XxX


There was more than one set of secrets; he knew that as truth as soon as their final destination was in sight.

They all had secrets, he knew this. Moments before, Britt had asked an easy question. Or at least it was supposed to be an easy question. Kato, their little brother, was being held hostage (also known as about to be killed by) by their psycho evil enemies from years ago. It was simple enough, not. The story was long, complicated, and painful. Some things were vital to the tale, but better left unsaid as well. For example, he was supposed to be dead. Everything had to be said for the whole story to be understood, every tear, every drop of blood, and every bullet had a place that needed to be said. But it could wait…

He, as well as Sumi, knew that there was something else going on when their white passenger kicked the door open and sprinted towards the building. He spared no time following, quickly throwing his door shut before his long stride went to work catching up. Behind him, he heard a sound identical to his door closing before the sound of his sister's high heeled feet picking up speed.

Everything seemed to rush at once at him and he took it all it, while keeping his gaze trained on the white boy that somehow had something and everything to do with Kato.

There was a group of people, what he assumed was workers for the newspaper, whispering in small groups. At least Kato had been able to get the innocents out, which could be said about the last time this had happened.

They all stood away from the building, out of the line of sight of the lobby, which meant that they had specifically told to stay away from there. Someone was in the lobby, with a gun since he could see faintly see the foot of a fallen guard. This was good and yet horrible information since…

"Kato said not to go into there, BRITT!"

…since his newest ally was sprinting towards those doors.

Knowing that Sumi would handle the woman that had screamed, he quickly went to cut the man off. If the white boy made it past him, he would be shot; something that he had a feeling wouldn't settle well with Kato. Whatever this man meant to his brother, he knew that no harm could come to Britt. He wouldn't allow it.

With this mindset, he adopted a firm stance right before the man plowed into him. The sarcasm, the smartass was gone from Britt; only the desire and need to get in the building. There was something else going on between this man and his brother; but he ignored the question of what as he hugged the man close as not to let him escape past.

He was currently holding the man from behind, a position which he knew wouldn't lead to anything; swiftly he switched to where he was face to face with the man.

There was little expression on the man's face, just the raw emotion of fear (which he assumed was for Kato). Brown eyes were slightly dilated; the body fighting for little reason other than it knew it had to fight against him.

"Britt" He tried to reach the man; but this wasn't the best situation. He barely knew the man, and vice versa, their only connecting factor being the person currently being hunted in the building behind them. But he had to get through to him; he would not let this man be killed, not because of him.

The Reid successor still fought; the name going past his ears as if it was the sound of wind against the sheer booms of bombs.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw everyone staring at their standoff, awaiting the results. Very briefly, he met Sumi's gaze, knowing that she was ready to knock the man out if needed. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that; it would be much easier to smooth things over with Kato if they had this man.

Using the grip on the man's shoulders that he had, he firmly shook him. "Britt, look at me"

He was getting closer, he knew that by how the attempts to escape became weaker and less numerous. He needed to wrap this up, so he could plan with his twin how to proceed in the rescue Kato mission.

You know, beyond doing whatever the hell he had to get his brother out of there. Oh, and shooting whoever got in his way. They needed an actual plan, even though he frankly didn't want one. He wanted to, against his better judgment, go in guns blazing.

It was Kato.

That fact was why he wanted to go in without a plan and it was also the reason why he knew he needed a plan.

The first step of the currently nonexistent plan was to get Britt back.

"Look at me" The pair of eyes refocused and finally noticed that he was there; that it wasn't just a random person blocking him. Recognition came a moment later, but he knew that he hadn't won just yet.

If he let go now, there was a chance that all the progress he had made would disappear and a bullet would follow. That couldn't happen, he had to ground Britt and reassure him that everything would be alright.

"Nothing is going to happen to him…" Britt's breathing slowed as he slowly and softly released the words; the time he was wasting didn't matter, the meaning had to hit home.

You can trust me, he communicated silently; never breaking gaze with the man.

"…I promise"

Letting the promise resonate and imbed itself, he waited a moment before removing his hold on the man. He gave Britt a bit of space; just enough to that he was not suffocating him, but that he could easily grab the man once more if needed.

On his own, Britt soon made eye contact with him. There was still fear, still anxiousness, and everything in between. But the instinct was there, the coherent Britt was back.

He knew it was safe then; he gripped the man's shoulder in a loving, comforting gesture for a moment before heading towards Sumi. Without looking behind, he knew that Britt was following him.

He knew that the man was because right now he was the thing grounding Britt from frantic chaos, he was the lifeline. The white boy was going to stay as close as possible, for fear of losing the comfort that he was putting out.

It was a role that he had always had, that's what happens when you were the eldest male successor in the clan. More so it was Kato who had been in Britt's position, but his sister had also needed him for that role.

Be the unmoving rock of support and strength; the protector.

Little by little, the role had fallen away, as his soul had; more than a decade of time without them breaking him down. Now, due to a man that he just met, it was coming back.

He was back in the role of leader.

"What's the plan?" His twin met his gaze, as she and the newly arrived men awaited his order.

Britt hovered beside him, silently asking the same.

His mind raced to formulate a plan, faster than before since he knew that he was needed, that Kato needed him.

As he was thinking though, every thought was interrupted by a group of hostages streaming from those two glass doors he had stopped Britt from going through.

What the…

That's when he caught sight of him; the enemy version of Kato, who he knew had tried to stop this massacre all those years ago. It had all been perfect then, there was no hate or running from the other side, the man had been like an adopted brother. But that had been then, there was no telling what side he was on now.

"Toru"


XxX~LET'S ROLL KATO~XxX


Time had become nonexistent to him.

Had it been ten minutes? Thirty? Three hours?

He had no idea as he rounded yet another corner in a fast yet silent run before crouching to peek around the grey cubical wall into the hall. Using the mirror he had found while avoiding the lionesses hunting him, he checked to see if they were nearby.

He gripped the gun firmly; it was only a matter of time before they met. Up to this point, he had not seen them, which was not surprising. They both had the same training he had, to stalk when possible and take your prey by surprise. A head on attack was risky, they wouldn't when there was a chance he could escape.

Faint noise came to his ears, perhaps the police had arrived; that would not turn out well since the Rava had no concern for life. Well at least two of them did, perhaps Toru would try to keep it to a minimum. But it had been so long, the evil could of reached him…

"Britt!"

The mirror nearly hit the floor as he jumped, his hand fumbling with a moment before he finally tucked it against his chest. The word had been so faint, he must of imagined it.

But what if he hadn't? Britt couldn't be here…not now.

Not with two (if not three, he wasn't sure of Toru) psychos roaming the building in search of him; BRITT COULD NOT BE HERE!

The thought of Britt encountering one of his enemies was distracting him, he would get shot if he didn't calm down.

Currently he was in a cubical in the middle of the floor, there was only one way to be sure that the idiot wasn't here at the moment and wasn't in danger. He hoped to god that Britt was at a strip club or something, he would kill the man later for it.

Using the mirror once more, this time with a slightly shaking hand, he found that the hallway was still clear. This was stupid, he knew that what he was going to do could get him killed. But inching across the building to the window slowly was not going to work, he needed to know now that Britt was safe. Standing, he darted across the floor towards the front facing windows. Stealth, despite his training reinforcing it, became second to speed as he ran blindly.

Hopefully they didn't hear him or see him, but really he didn't care…

"Not here" He murmured lowly, a prayer that Britt was not entering the craziness known as his past life.

…he had to know.


XxX~LET'S ROLL KATO~XxX


The hunt was growing to be an irritation.

Not that she didn't want to stalk her prey, a fallen angel, she didn't want to be interrupted by the police. And while she knew that her brother would hold them off, there was only so long that this cat and mouse hunt could go on before Kato escaped.

He knew the building better, she needed to find him.

The sword on her back ached to feel the warm darkness of blood on it, she smiled at the thought of it all being over. Everything would be avenged then and nothing would be left except the family, her family, the superiors from the start.

Noise from outside did little to interrupt her concentration, her sharp eyes scanning for any sign of her enemy.

After all this time, it was going to end…

Footsteps, ever so faint, reached her ears and she stopped to watch. Kato wouldn't give himself up and wouldn't make a mistake like giving himself away…

More than likely it was her idiotic younger sister.

Movement in the corner of her eye made her turn quickly, the gun in her hand going off with precise aim.

An evil smile came to her face because whether it was her sister or Kato, both deserved to be shot.


*Peeks out from hiding spot*

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