A/N: Okay, let's see if I can get things moving in this Chapter, sorry for the real 'beat around the bush' technique I'm pulling.
What I Want
Chapter 11
"Room 266…Room 266…" Ban sauntered down the concrete walkway searching for his apartment. He turned a fifth corner. "What the hell! Building don't have five corners, where is this fricken room!" he lashed out. He had been searching for a good ten minutes now, and his patience was reaching its limits. "I swear, if that sorry old geezer ripped me off, and there is no 266, I'm gonna rip his…oh, here it is." Ban stopped mid-sentence, realizing he was in front of the elusive room.
ker-CHUNK
The lock was opened (very loudly), and the door creaked open. Ban slowly moved towards the small opening, and glanced in.
"Creepy…" he murmured, "oh well, works for me!" He pushed the door open all the way only to have a wave of musty air greet him. "Geeze, has anyone ever lived in this dump before, looks like a tomb (and smells like one too)."
Ban reached over to the nearby wall, and began running his hand along the plaster searching for the light switch. After running into a few spider webs, he flipped the switch, and ignited a low light in the center of the room.
The wallpaper was peeling, the ceiling had cracks, the lights flickered, and the door creaked.
"Perfect," Ban proclaimed, taking a few more steps into the dilapidated room. There were three rooms in total. There was the living area of course, and fortunately for the broke recoverer, there was already some furniture included. A couch sat against one wall, with a TV sitting opposite, along with a nearby coffee table. There were two broad windows, though they were covered by some shabby, moth-eaten curtains that looked as if they were at least fifty years old. The kitchen was small, but included the necessities. The bedroom had…a bed, and the bathroom had the usual. It was perfect.
Ban tossed himself onto the couch, and let out a sigh.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
The sudden banging at the door caused him to leap a good 3 feet into the air.
"Who is it?" Ban called, irritated.
"Who do you think it is?" Himiko called through the door.
"Man, Himiko, what do you want now?" Ban asked, making his way to the front door. "What is it?" he questioned, crossing his arms after opening the rusted door.
"What do you mean 'What is it?' you promised to work with me on my transporting job, remember?" Himiko replied, slightly frustrated.
"What! You mean now? I didn't realize that it'd be this soon!" Ban gaped.
"Well, that's your problem, isn't it?" Himiko replied, crossing her arms, and turning away. "Hurry up, we gotta get going."
"Hmph, whatever," Ban replied, stepping out of the threshold, and closing the door behind him with a growl.
The two walked briskly down the walkway, and into the stairwell. After two flights, they were in the parking lot.
"We're taking your car, by the way." Himiko informed.
"We're taking what-?" Ban asked, glaring at the back of Himiko's head.
"You heard me," she sighed, as she walked to the passenger door. "Don't worry, it's only to get to the meeting place, then we'll take the truck of course."
"Fine," Ban barked, unlocking the doors. The two climbed in, and Ban started the engine. "What is it we're transporting anyways?" He asked curiously.
"bodies." Himiko replied.
"Natsumi…what…was the point…of that?" Ginji gasped for air, as he tumbled into the Honky Tonk.
"Duh, to look for Mr. Ban," Natsumi smiled, walking comfortably behind the counter to put her apron back on.
"What'd she do to you?" Paul inquired, lowering his newspaper.
"She literally had us walk around all of Shinjuku." Ginji sighed, "It had to of been at least 25 miles, she's insane!" Ginji walked over to a booth, and fell onto the bench, "I'm exhausted."
"I'm back"
"Good afternoon Ms. Hevn, what brings you back here?" Natsumi asked.
"Well, it seems Shido is elsewhere, so now I haven't got anyone to take on this assignment." Hevn sighed, sitting down and tossing her keys on the counter. Ginji shuffled in his seat. "I guess if it comes down to it, I can tell my client that it's just not going to happen."
"I…" Ginji began. Everyone turned to face him. "I could…do it."
"What about-" Hevn began.
"I don't need Ban!" Ginji snapped back. "I can take care of this assignment myself." He turned away from the three.
"Alright then," Hevn began, taking a seat across from the distraught recoverer. "I'll give you the details. This time, I need you to recover an amass of corpses."
"Bodies! What do you mean, bodies!" Ban asked urgently. He didn't want to get involved with anything that would send him to jail for life.
"Don't worry, I know it sounds messed up, but we're only transporting them for a funeral business." Himiko said, trying to calm the crazed driver.
"A funeral thing, huh?" Ban said, reassuring himself, and easing his grip on the steering wheel.
"Corpses! What do you mean, corpses!" Ginji questioned nervously.
"These bodies were stolen from a morgue." Hevn continued. "They all had one thing in common, and that was they all died in the past five hours."
"Wow, they're really fresh then, huh?" Ginji asked.
"Yes, and because of this, some of their organs are still usable. So, as you can imagine…that would make for quite a bit of cash."
"Yeah, I understand." Ginji replied.
After approximately one hour of driving, Ban and Himiko approached the designated warehouse. It was around six o'clock, and the sun would be setting soon.
"Are you sure my car will be okay here?" Ban asked with a very serious look plastered on his face.
"For the last time, it'll be fine, trust me!" Himiko sighed, walking through a doorway into the main room of the warehouse.
"This place just says 'look at me, I have dead bodies here', all over it." Ban joked.
"Here we are," Himiko stated, stopping next to a large semi.
"Hm, please tell me I don't have to ride with the corpses; I'm not big into rotting flesh." Ban said, lighting a cigarette.
"Of course not, my friend," A white-gloved hand made it's way onto Ban's shoulder. Ban tensed up, that voice always sent shivers up his spine, even though he didn't like admitting it.
"Ugh! Akabane!" Ban jumped back away from the man clothed in black. "I knew I smelt something, and it wasn't those dead bodies."
"Now, now, is that the way you greet all your comrades?" Akabane smiled…creepily. Ban whirled around.
"Himiko! Why didn't you tell me HE was going to be here!" Ban asked angrily.
"If I told you, you wouldn't have come," she shrugged.
"So, you're sure that you want to do this…?" Hevn asked one more time.
"Yes, I'm positive, don't worry about me!" Ginji gave his usual triumphant smile.
"Hmm, alright then…" Hevn sighed, having lost whatever battle she was trying to win.
"Well, I guess that means I'm off, I'll be back eventually," Ginji bade as he scurried out the Honky Tonk's door. He turned right and kept on down the sidewalk, he had quite a ways to go. "You know…now that I think about it, I don't have a car, so…how am I going to…get there…" Ginji stopped, realizing his predicament at last. "If only…if only Ban were still here…" Ginji murmured to himself, "If only…"
A/N: D-O-N-E! Well, you know, with this chapter at least. I really have little clue to where this is going…but, that's the fun of it! I hope all of you enjoyed this chapter, I believe it is a bit longer than Ch.10 was, and I know how much you guys love long chapters, haha. Well, thanks for reading up until now, and I hope you guys come with me all the way to the end! (whenever that will be!) -Saberae
