Chapter 35

Aya raised an eyebrow at the eight Kritiker agents that had barged into the basement while he was waiting for Omi to finish cleaning up. He wasn't stupid enough to strip down until Omi was done, as the room was frigid. If they were there about mission details they would've knocked. Instead they'd come in and immediately took up positions around the room.

Aya's eyes widened as he heard Yohji and Ken talking, making their way downstairs.

"Run!" Aya screamed at the top of his lungs. He wracked his brain, trying to figure out how to protect Omi from them as they pointed their guns at him. Omi was standing there naked and weapon less.

Aya launched at the agent that stood next to the door and practically threw Omi through it.

Aya pointed his sword at them, glaring. If he blocked the door for as long as he could while the others escaped then it didn't matter what happened to him.

"We aren't here for the others, Abyssinian," one of them said. Aya glared at her, daring her to shoot.

"And you're here for me because?" he wasn't about to go quietly without knowing why they were after him.

"Don't play dumb!" One of them shouted. One of the others held up his hand to silence him.

"There have been a series of murders, the weapon is a katana. A camera spotted someone with a tall, lean build. Know anyone like that?"

"You idiots! Kritiker gives me missions and then gets pissed when I carry them out?" Aya was beyond angry. He was seriously considering hacking them apart. He knew he'd get hit by at least one bullet, but he might take half of them out before he was hit.

"We're not talking about missions, Abyssinian. We're talking about serial killings!" Aya's eyes widened, but then darkened with rage. He could feel his sin just beneath the surface.

"And you think I have time for something like that because?" Aya looked pointedly at the man that had done all the talking.

"The others will tell you the truth, that I have been with at least one of them at all times since I arrived here. When I'm not at the shop or on missions I've been spending time with my team, training and the like."

"We aren't morons. A good team would never turn in one of their own."

"Are you saying we're on a different 'team'? Last I checked we all worked for Kritiker." Not only did he want to know who the hell had passed judgement on him, but he also needed to buy time to come up with a strategy.

"Killing is strictly for missions! You know that! We aren't about serial killings!"

"Aren't you? So then where do you recruit from? Last I checked you took desperate people and handed them weapons, or was I wrong? And aren't we all serial killers? I mean our victims are chosen with specific criteria."

Aya staggered back a couple steps when a bullet slammed into his shoulder. He didn't know how he'd managed it, but he still held his sword levelled at them.

Aya winced as a gun jammed into his temple.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be! We're taking you in for questioning whether you like it or not!" the man growled in his ear.

Aya drove his elbow back into the man's face.

"No one has the right to judge me for something I haven't even done! If you want to question me then you can do it here!" Aya snarled.

The next bullet sent him sprawling onto his back, clutching the gushing wound on his stomach.

His sword was quickly kicked away from him.

"We should just let you bleed out here. Would serve you right!" one of them growled.

"Then why don't you?" Aya spat at the man as the others were rushing around him trying to staunch the blood flow.

"Because that's not how we operate," answered the man that had been speaking to him before.

"You sure about that?" Aya asked, laughing at how ludicrous that sounded.

"We aren't going to kill you without knowing whether or not you are the culprit. We didn't come here to kill you, but we knew you would put up a fight, and we had to be prepared to take on the whole team if we had to."

Aya's eyes widened as Yohji's wires whipped through the room.

"Don't!" Aya rasped as loud as he could at Yohji. He didn't want Yohji to get killed as well.

"Like hell, Aya!" Yohji growled, catching one of the agents around the neck. Before he could tighten it enough to kill he was shot in the side.

"Help him!" Aya begged. Yohji shouldn't be killed for something he'd been accused of. He was just glad that Yohji had gotten the boys to safety before rushing down to help him. Omi wouldn't make it far naked and weaponless, so he needed Ken to keep him safe and as hidden as possible so he wouldn't be picked up by the police or perverts.

"He only attacked because….he loves me," Aya's vision was starting to fog, but he didn't miss the stares from the men in the room.

"You can pull up now," one of the men was saying into his cell phone.

"We couldn't exactly have the ambulance waiting in front of the house, it would've alerted you. We knew this was going to end bloody."

"Yohji…"

"One of ours will take him to the hospital. He's not the one who's dying right now." Aya would've laughed at them for handcuffing him, except that he knew that if he had the chance to hit even one of them he would damned well take it.

"Bring the sword, we need to do tests on it," one of the men shouted.

Aya managed to turn his head enough to look at Yohji, who had his wrists pinned to the floor to keep him from fighting back while one of them went to work unfastening his watch so that he couldn't attack them while they dragged the two of them out into the ambulances.

"Take any weapons that you find in here, and make sure you go through the entire house just incase he has a back up sword. Take all of Weiss' weapons to keep them from thinking they can come for him."

Author's notes: Okay, so you had to know that even without a direction to the story that I wouldn't write one that's nothing but fluffy.

Its just not in my evil nature! Muwahahaha!

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