Chapter 25
Aya had about had it with Yohji constantly following him around for the past week like he was going to bolt. Of course he was going to run, so he supposed Yohji had every right to be suspicious. Yohji hadn't been able to follow him at 'work' at the strip club.
Aya waited in the darkness, dressed in mission gear with his sword drawn. He'd seen Farfarello in the audience tonight, so it was a good thing that he'd brought everything along. Crawford had probably seen that he was going to try to find them, that was the only reason that freak would be in the audience waiting for him.
"Going somewhere, Aya?" Sphynx was suddenly beside him. Aya slapped a hand over Sphynx's mouth, he could put up with the shit later, right now he was tracking Farfarello.
He'd followed him down the street and was now preparing to attack. Farfarello, obviously knowing that he was being followed, turned around and headed back toward them.
Aya shoved Sphynx into the alley. They couldn't have this fight out in the open. Sphynx was on his cell calling the others to come as back up.
Aya ducked just in time to avoid the dagger aimed for his face. He booted Farfarello hard in the ribs to make him back up. Farfarello smirked as he managed to stab Aya's hand, making him drop the sword. The man was on him suddenly, grabbing him by the neck and slamming him back against the brick wall. Aya fell, coughing.
Sphynx was there suddenly, attacking from behind, wrapping one arm around Farfarello's neck and dragging him off Aya, giving him a second to grab his sword and get up.
Farfarello grabbed Sphynx's arms and threw him off.
"Fun's over for tonight, Farfarello. There will be too many kitties for just the two of us," Crawford smirked, opening his car door.
Aya launched himself at Farfarello, kicking him in the small of his back to send him to the ground.
Crawford was out of the car with a gun in hand.
"I gave you a chance to call it a night, Abyssinian, remember that!" Crawford snapped, firing three times. One of them grazed the side of his head, the second would've pierced his side if he weren't wearing Kevlar, and the third went right by him. He turned, watching Sphynx drop. Then he felt it, Farfarello's knife, slashing down his back from his shoulder blade down to his waist.
He collapsed, only to get booted in the head. He could feel Farfarello rolling him over onto his back. Shit! His vision was blurry, but not so blurry that he couldn't see the dagger coming at his eye.
"If you want to hurt him then bring him with us. Hurry it up! They're coming this way!" Crawford was shouting at Farfarello.
Aya reached, he knew his sword was nearby, but where the hell was it? It didn't matter. He'd prepared for this. He'd known that he couldn't beat Farfarello one on one, so he'd taken an extreme approach.
"Run, you idiot!" Crawford shouted, climbing back into the car. Aya reached up and grabbed Farfarello around the waist and yanked him in so close that their bodies were pressed flush against each other. The freak obviously thought it was for other reasons, because he lowered the blade.
Aya pressed the detonator to the bomb he had strapped to his chest. He didn't want to die, he'd covered most of his body in layers of Kevlar in hopes of surviving, but he was a realist. Even if this didn't kill him it was going to do serious damage.
Everything went red with agony, and then it was gone.