AN: This chapter didn't take as long as i thought it would to post ^__^. Id like to say MASSIVE THANKYOU to UA for creating the fight scene in this chapter and also helping me with comments along the way ^__^, I owe you big time baby!! *glomps* I still own NOTHING *whines* Please R+R arigatou!
Bish.
Slamming the door shut behind him Aya walked into the trailer he and the other members of Weiss shared. Glaring at nothing in particuler he shrugged off his jacket and grabbed a drink from the cooler. The mission went well even for the little hiccup with Omi, the youngest member had sprained his ankle and was limping around, putting restrictions on his next mission. Ken had ordered him off it for a few days to give it time to heal, which also meant if the shop was to suddenly get busy they would all be running around madly. In the long run this meant Aya couldn't go and see his sister as much for a few days and it annoyed him.
Walking down the small hall that sectioned off the bedrooms and bathroom the glare still firmly plastered on his face Aya began to turn into his own room, but stopped when the flickering screen from inside Youji's bedroom caught his eye.
"Its not like him to leave his computer on"
He said outloud, a slight frown replacing the glare. Turning from his room he pushed open Youji's door and walked in, seating himself infront of the older mans desk and reaching to switch off the computer. Shutting off the computer in itself was an easy task, it normally went smoothly, however this time there was a programme on the computer that needed to be saved again and closed before the computer would comply to any other command. Overcome by curiousity as to what the blonde would be writing he called up the text and began to scan it.
"Its probably a love letter to another one of his fawning females" he mumbled to himself and blinked in surprise at the harshness of his words, what would he care if Youji was planning to bed another woman? Shaking his head slightly to clear the thought from his mind he turned his attention back to the writing and stopped dead. Eyes widening in surprise he re-read the passage several times before dropping shaking hands away from the keyboard.
Youji loved him, Aya the cold, Aya the heartless, the "I couldn't give a damn if you don't like it, i have a job to do" Aya. Stepping away from the desk the red-head all but fled from the room.
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Walking back to the trailer a smirk hinting at the edges of Youji's lips the blonde took a drag of his cigarette, shoving the new packet into his pocket. Aya would of returned from the mission by now and Youji couldn't wait to get back to see him, even if he could only sneak in little glances every now and then he still looked forward to it, to him Aya was like a drug and he couldn't get enough. It was this sudden urge to see the quiet man that made Youji take a short cut through the park, enabling him to get back quicker and perhaps catch Aya alone before the others came home, although what good catching Aya alone would do he didn't know. It was while daydreaming he heard the screams, a shrill females voice crying out for help, Stopping and looking around Youji tried to pinpoint the location of the shouting.
"GET OFF ME YOU ASSHOLE!! I'LL RIP YOUR EYES OUT!!"
Turning the corner sharply, Youji eyed the scene before him with great interest. Feeling a twisted smile appear on his face he began to walk toward some guy trying to drag the screaming girl of about seventeen away.
"Now now, thats no way to treat a lady is it?" the blonde brought his sunglasses down to stare at the man, a smirk playing across his lips. "What's it to you?" the obviously younger man retorted. "Obviously your mother didn't teach you any manners either.." Youji mischieviously replied, taking another step forward. "Now do the dignified thing and leave the young lady alone." the thug wasn't listening to him in the slightest though and he tightened his painful grip upon the girl's wrist. The girl cried a little in pain, still trying to pull away from her attacker, a desperate glance occasionally being thrown to Youji as a plea. The playful smirk still hadn't fallen from the flirts lips, his eyes twinkling a little with anticipation as he slowly took off his glasses, putting them into the chest pocket of his coat, his cigarette still between his fingers.
After taking another slow drag from the cancerous item the blonde lifted his other hand to his wrist, releasing the wire he had used on countless amounts of missions. He toyed with it under his fingertips for a few seconds, but to the girl and her attacker it looked as if the member of Weiss was playing with a watch. There was no way the thug could allow the cocky blonde to live after seeing this, it was a danger to him and perhaps, the other members of his gang. He savagely pushed the teenage girl against the wall, commanding her with a growl to stay precisely where she was, one movement, one little sound and he'd come back from the pretty boy to finish her off. After a small whimper and nod from the now quivering girl the man turned his attentions back on the elder member of the white cross.
"Can we please hurry this up? I do have other places to be you know.." Youji said, his foot tapping from impatience. He cast a small reassuring glance to the young, quivering girl, before returning his gaze to the younger man. A cry of anger was heard from the gang member before he launched himself at the taller. He powerfully aimed his shoulder at the cocky blonde's breastplate, aiming to knock the wind out of him and possibly knock him to the floor. 'Do I really have to go through all this?' Youji wondered to himself, thinking of the young, red haired assassin that was waiting for him in his bed.. in his dreams. Blinking himself back to reality he managed to quickly step to the back side of the obviously inexperienced fighter, bringing his wire taught between his fingertips before swiftly moving his fingers around the boy's back arm, pulling the wire tightly until he heard an agonising scream from the boy beneath him, the sweet, thick crimson liquid already pouring through the deep wound. Before the thug could recover a heavy booted foot was placed on his back pinning him in place. Youji held the wire in position. "I don't think I need to tell you.. the more you struggle the more this is going to hurt." a soft smile crossed his lips before he turned to the woman, still against the wall. Youji bowed his head lightly. "You can take your leave now miss.. I can handle this one." He flashed her another warm, reassuring smile before taking the wire between two fingers. The blonde shook his head as he took one last long drag from the cigarette, stubbing the small stick of pleasure out on the open wound on the thugs arm.
After hearing a satisfying scream from the young man, the lady ran off, a smile across her lips as she heard the blonde assassin take sweet revenge for her. Youji pulled the wire a little more before letting it slack, and taking his foot from his back, letting the younger man nurse his wounds. After the thug composed himself enough to stand he turned back on the green eyed assassin, who in turn just shook his head. "Still haven't learnt your lesson?" he beamed a little. "Never mind.. I get to hurt you a little more now.."
"Says who?" came the sudden and un-recognisable reply.
Youji turned around to see four more guys stalk into the alley.. each a little more athletic than the original fool. He could tell he was in trouble, but he didn't want to give that away now did he? "Why hello.. you guys in need of a lesson too?" He commented, winding the wire slightly, ready to attack with it at any moment as the original assailant got to the other members of his gang. "You're dead now" he teased. Youji rolled his eyes and shrugged lightly, taking the sunglasses from his jacket once more and placing them over his eyes, if he was going to get beaten the hell out of him, he was going to look good enough to eat during it. "Well.. what do you say we start this little game?" Youji said, flashing them all a mischievious smile. When they didn't move he let out an exasperated sigh, tapping his foot a little again "Well?" he asked them. They were eying him up, deciding on how to take him out, the guy Youji had taken out was one of their best.. but he was only one.
After a few seconds of contemplation they circled the tall blonde. The already injured one, now blinded by rage charged at Youji again. Sighing the member of weiss stepped back, not enjoying doing this but he had to, he swung his heavily booted foot up, connecting painfully with the side of the guy's cheek, a loud crack was heard as he heard the cheek bone and jaw bone break. The boy fell to the floor silently. "..Advantage of steel toe caps." he comments as he looks upon the bloodied body infront of him. "I wish you didn't make me kick.." Youji said.. not as if he couldn't do it.. but he just didn't like to.. punching, kicking and all that more physical stuff was for Ken and Ran.. not for him.. he was pretty happy just quickly slitting peoples throats and disappearing afterward. One handy thing about having a wire as a weapon.. true.. it's not as projectile as Omi's darts.. but he had a lot more control over where the damn thing went. Keeping this in mind he span in time to see two attack him, he sent the wire out like a whip, using a wrist action to make sure the curve happened at the exact right time. 'Being a trained assassin has it's advantages' he thought as he pulled the wire taught against the soft flesh of one of their necks, the blood quickly flowing down their chest. He didn't have enough time to avoid the punch of the other.. Youji's head snapped to the side, he painfully brought it back up, removing his now broken sunglasses. "Do you have any idea how much those things cost?" He threw them casually to the floor before returning an equally devastating punch to his attacker. "..Damn bastard.. they'll cost me a small fortune to replace." He shook off his aching hand for a second, before leaning down and unwrapping his wire from the man's throat. He rubbed the blood from his gloves on the mans pants. Before turning to the other three again. "You three still up for our little game?" he asked a little cockier than he was meant to..the ache in his jaw really starting to annoy him.
"With pleasure.." one of the remaining three answered with a slight rasp in his voice. The three moved simultaniously, taking Youji by surprise. He tried to stay ahead of their little game 'What I wouldn't give for Ran's back up.. uhh.. Ran's help.' he thought, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks, along with a wide smile. He turned to backhand one of the three to the ground. Taking his wire into his fingers as he realised another one was going to punch him again, he wrapped the wire around the guys wrist, spinning it around while tightening his grip on it. The guy snarled painfully, and tried to swing for him. Youji shook his finger as if he was the man's parent. "Nu-uh.. bad boy." he said, smirking at him quietly. He blinked quickly as he felt another arm wrap around his own, pulling it back with suprising speed, almost matching that of Schuldich. 'Shit! I forgot about the third.' he cursed himself mentally, picturing Abyssinian giving him some huge lecture about keeping his eyes keen, all while Youji's eyes were keenly looking him up and down, that trenchcoat, that orange top.. those leather pants.... 'Danger Will Robinson! Danger! Danger!' he snapped himself out of yet another Aya related thought.. 'I've got to really stop doing that' he thought before snarling at the fact his arm had almost been pulled out of it's socket. "So... you like it rough eh?" he commented through clentched teeth, trying to make himself sound as if he still had a chance in this damn fight. His other hand was caught quickly before he could do anything with it and pressurized until he released the small bit of metal. As he did so, that arm was quickly pulled behind him too.
He lifted his eyes only in time to see a sharp blade enter his side. He let out a loud cry of pain before the man who had broken his glasses, ripped the now crimson tinted blade from his side. Youji tried to drop to protect him stomach, but there was a tight grip on his arms, keeping his weight up, as the third used his own weapon to tie his wrists. Youji knew better than to struggle against the wire, he'd bleed to death within minutes. The guy with the knife span it skillfully in his hand before plunging it into the assassins leg, the blonde closed his eyes tightly and clentched his teeth as he felt the sharp metal scrape against bone, sending a chill of pain up his spine. He felt a little bit of relief as the man removed the blade once again. He slowly opened his eyes before he got knocked to the floor painfully harshly. All Youji could do was manuveur so he didn't land to move his wrists too much. They pulled him visciously into a sitting position, and slammed his back against a wall. The blonde's vision was starting to become a little blurred, but he could clearly seem the dull glimmer of the tainted blade, as it was carefull brought down on him again, this time the cold steel fell against his cheek, digging in only slightly. 'Aw man.. not the face!!' Youji grimaced as the blade continued it's journey down the flesh of his neck, leaving a crimson trail, his face being constantly smacked to keep him awake, not as if he could fall unconscious yet.. but hey.. slapping a man that's half out of it must've been fun to someone. He let out another painful cry as the blade travelled over his collar bone and down his chest. Taking in deep breaths through his teeth he growled. After that the men stopped, searching Youji's pockets and finding nothing but some small change and a pack of cigarettes. They removed one each before placing one in Youji's mouth and lighting it.. they winked at him while having a huge grin over their faces. "Those things'll kill ya you know." They said before turning and leaving him in the alley to die.
Youji knew it'd be difficult, but not impossible as he started to make small movements with his fingers and wrists, the wire was already slippery from the others' blood, and he could use it to try and release himself from the wires deadly grasp. After several minutes of getting his hands bloodied up he managed to pull his amrs free of their restraints. He pressed his back against the wall and used his legs to try and push him to his feet. "Fuck!" he shouted painfully as his leg and torso complained from the stab wounds he had recieved. He leaned against the wall as a support and limped out of the alley.
TBC...
Bish.
Slamming the door shut behind him Aya walked into the trailer he and the other members of Weiss shared. Glaring at nothing in particuler he shrugged off his jacket and grabbed a drink from the cooler. The mission went well even for the little hiccup with Omi, the youngest member had sprained his ankle and was limping around, putting restrictions on his next mission. Ken had ordered him off it for a few days to give it time to heal, which also meant if the shop was to suddenly get busy they would all be running around madly. In the long run this meant Aya couldn't go and see his sister as much for a few days and it annoyed him.
Walking down the small hall that sectioned off the bedrooms and bathroom the glare still firmly plastered on his face Aya began to turn into his own room, but stopped when the flickering screen from inside Youji's bedroom caught his eye.
"Its not like him to leave his computer on"
He said outloud, a slight frown replacing the glare. Turning from his room he pushed open Youji's door and walked in, seating himself infront of the older mans desk and reaching to switch off the computer. Shutting off the computer in itself was an easy task, it normally went smoothly, however this time there was a programme on the computer that needed to be saved again and closed before the computer would comply to any other command. Overcome by curiousity as to what the blonde would be writing he called up the text and began to scan it.
"Its probably a love letter to another one of his fawning females" he mumbled to himself and blinked in surprise at the harshness of his words, what would he care if Youji was planning to bed another woman? Shaking his head slightly to clear the thought from his mind he turned his attention back to the writing and stopped dead. Eyes widening in surprise he re-read the passage several times before dropping shaking hands away from the keyboard.
Youji loved him, Aya the cold, Aya the heartless, the "I couldn't give a damn if you don't like it, i have a job to do" Aya. Stepping away from the desk the red-head all but fled from the room.
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Walking back to the trailer a smirk hinting at the edges of Youji's lips the blonde took a drag of his cigarette, shoving the new packet into his pocket. Aya would of returned from the mission by now and Youji couldn't wait to get back to see him, even if he could only sneak in little glances every now and then he still looked forward to it, to him Aya was like a drug and he couldn't get enough. It was this sudden urge to see the quiet man that made Youji take a short cut through the park, enabling him to get back quicker and perhaps catch Aya alone before the others came home, although what good catching Aya alone would do he didn't know. It was while daydreaming he heard the screams, a shrill females voice crying out for help, Stopping and looking around Youji tried to pinpoint the location of the shouting.
"GET OFF ME YOU ASSHOLE!! I'LL RIP YOUR EYES OUT!!"
Turning the corner sharply, Youji eyed the scene before him with great interest. Feeling a twisted smile appear on his face he began to walk toward some guy trying to drag the screaming girl of about seventeen away.
"Now now, thats no way to treat a lady is it?" the blonde brought his sunglasses down to stare at the man, a smirk playing across his lips. "What's it to you?" the obviously younger man retorted. "Obviously your mother didn't teach you any manners either.." Youji mischieviously replied, taking another step forward. "Now do the dignified thing and leave the young lady alone." the thug wasn't listening to him in the slightest though and he tightened his painful grip upon the girl's wrist. The girl cried a little in pain, still trying to pull away from her attacker, a desperate glance occasionally being thrown to Youji as a plea. The playful smirk still hadn't fallen from the flirts lips, his eyes twinkling a little with anticipation as he slowly took off his glasses, putting them into the chest pocket of his coat, his cigarette still between his fingers.
After taking another slow drag from the cancerous item the blonde lifted his other hand to his wrist, releasing the wire he had used on countless amounts of missions. He toyed with it under his fingertips for a few seconds, but to the girl and her attacker it looked as if the member of Weiss was playing with a watch. There was no way the thug could allow the cocky blonde to live after seeing this, it was a danger to him and perhaps, the other members of his gang. He savagely pushed the teenage girl against the wall, commanding her with a growl to stay precisely where she was, one movement, one little sound and he'd come back from the pretty boy to finish her off. After a small whimper and nod from the now quivering girl the man turned his attentions back on the elder member of the white cross.
"Can we please hurry this up? I do have other places to be you know.." Youji said, his foot tapping from impatience. He cast a small reassuring glance to the young, quivering girl, before returning his gaze to the younger man. A cry of anger was heard from the gang member before he launched himself at the taller. He powerfully aimed his shoulder at the cocky blonde's breastplate, aiming to knock the wind out of him and possibly knock him to the floor. 'Do I really have to go through all this?' Youji wondered to himself, thinking of the young, red haired assassin that was waiting for him in his bed.. in his dreams. Blinking himself back to reality he managed to quickly step to the back side of the obviously inexperienced fighter, bringing his wire taught between his fingertips before swiftly moving his fingers around the boy's back arm, pulling the wire tightly until he heard an agonising scream from the boy beneath him, the sweet, thick crimson liquid already pouring through the deep wound. Before the thug could recover a heavy booted foot was placed on his back pinning him in place. Youji held the wire in position. "I don't think I need to tell you.. the more you struggle the more this is going to hurt." a soft smile crossed his lips before he turned to the woman, still against the wall. Youji bowed his head lightly. "You can take your leave now miss.. I can handle this one." He flashed her another warm, reassuring smile before taking the wire between two fingers. The blonde shook his head as he took one last long drag from the cigarette, stubbing the small stick of pleasure out on the open wound on the thugs arm.
After hearing a satisfying scream from the young man, the lady ran off, a smile across her lips as she heard the blonde assassin take sweet revenge for her. Youji pulled the wire a little more before letting it slack, and taking his foot from his back, letting the younger man nurse his wounds. After the thug composed himself enough to stand he turned back on the green eyed assassin, who in turn just shook his head. "Still haven't learnt your lesson?" he beamed a little. "Never mind.. I get to hurt you a little more now.."
"Says who?" came the sudden and un-recognisable reply.
Youji turned around to see four more guys stalk into the alley.. each a little more athletic than the original fool. He could tell he was in trouble, but he didn't want to give that away now did he? "Why hello.. you guys in need of a lesson too?" He commented, winding the wire slightly, ready to attack with it at any moment as the original assailant got to the other members of his gang. "You're dead now" he teased. Youji rolled his eyes and shrugged lightly, taking the sunglasses from his jacket once more and placing them over his eyes, if he was going to get beaten the hell out of him, he was going to look good enough to eat during it. "Well.. what do you say we start this little game?" Youji said, flashing them all a mischievious smile. When they didn't move he let out an exasperated sigh, tapping his foot a little again "Well?" he asked them. They were eying him up, deciding on how to take him out, the guy Youji had taken out was one of their best.. but he was only one.
After a few seconds of contemplation they circled the tall blonde. The already injured one, now blinded by rage charged at Youji again. Sighing the member of weiss stepped back, not enjoying doing this but he had to, he swung his heavily booted foot up, connecting painfully with the side of the guy's cheek, a loud crack was heard as he heard the cheek bone and jaw bone break. The boy fell to the floor silently. "..Advantage of steel toe caps." he comments as he looks upon the bloodied body infront of him. "I wish you didn't make me kick.." Youji said.. not as if he couldn't do it.. but he just didn't like to.. punching, kicking and all that more physical stuff was for Ken and Ran.. not for him.. he was pretty happy just quickly slitting peoples throats and disappearing afterward. One handy thing about having a wire as a weapon.. true.. it's not as projectile as Omi's darts.. but he had a lot more control over where the damn thing went. Keeping this in mind he span in time to see two attack him, he sent the wire out like a whip, using a wrist action to make sure the curve happened at the exact right time. 'Being a trained assassin has it's advantages' he thought as he pulled the wire taught against the soft flesh of one of their necks, the blood quickly flowing down their chest. He didn't have enough time to avoid the punch of the other.. Youji's head snapped to the side, he painfully brought it back up, removing his now broken sunglasses. "Do you have any idea how much those things cost?" He threw them casually to the floor before returning an equally devastating punch to his attacker. "..Damn bastard.. they'll cost me a small fortune to replace." He shook off his aching hand for a second, before leaning down and unwrapping his wire from the man's throat. He rubbed the blood from his gloves on the mans pants. Before turning to the other three again. "You three still up for our little game?" he asked a little cockier than he was meant to..the ache in his jaw really starting to annoy him.
"With pleasure.." one of the remaining three answered with a slight rasp in his voice. The three moved simultaniously, taking Youji by surprise. He tried to stay ahead of their little game 'What I wouldn't give for Ran's back up.. uhh.. Ran's help.' he thought, a small blush creeping onto his cheeks, along with a wide smile. He turned to backhand one of the three to the ground. Taking his wire into his fingers as he realised another one was going to punch him again, he wrapped the wire around the guys wrist, spinning it around while tightening his grip on it. The guy snarled painfully, and tried to swing for him. Youji shook his finger as if he was the man's parent. "Nu-uh.. bad boy." he said, smirking at him quietly. He blinked quickly as he felt another arm wrap around his own, pulling it back with suprising speed, almost matching that of Schuldich. 'Shit! I forgot about the third.' he cursed himself mentally, picturing Abyssinian giving him some huge lecture about keeping his eyes keen, all while Youji's eyes were keenly looking him up and down, that trenchcoat, that orange top.. those leather pants.... 'Danger Will Robinson! Danger! Danger!' he snapped himself out of yet another Aya related thought.. 'I've got to really stop doing that' he thought before snarling at the fact his arm had almost been pulled out of it's socket. "So... you like it rough eh?" he commented through clentched teeth, trying to make himself sound as if he still had a chance in this damn fight. His other hand was caught quickly before he could do anything with it and pressurized until he released the small bit of metal. As he did so, that arm was quickly pulled behind him too.
He lifted his eyes only in time to see a sharp blade enter his side. He let out a loud cry of pain before the man who had broken his glasses, ripped the now crimson tinted blade from his side. Youji tried to drop to protect him stomach, but there was a tight grip on his arms, keeping his weight up, as the third used his own weapon to tie his wrists. Youji knew better than to struggle against the wire, he'd bleed to death within minutes. The guy with the knife span it skillfully in his hand before plunging it into the assassins leg, the blonde closed his eyes tightly and clentched his teeth as he felt the sharp metal scrape against bone, sending a chill of pain up his spine. He felt a little bit of relief as the man removed the blade once again. He slowly opened his eyes before he got knocked to the floor painfully harshly. All Youji could do was manuveur so he didn't land to move his wrists too much. They pulled him visciously into a sitting position, and slammed his back against a wall. The blonde's vision was starting to become a little blurred, but he could clearly seem the dull glimmer of the tainted blade, as it was carefull brought down on him again, this time the cold steel fell against his cheek, digging in only slightly. 'Aw man.. not the face!!' Youji grimaced as the blade continued it's journey down the flesh of his neck, leaving a crimson trail, his face being constantly smacked to keep him awake, not as if he could fall unconscious yet.. but hey.. slapping a man that's half out of it must've been fun to someone. He let out another painful cry as the blade travelled over his collar bone and down his chest. Taking in deep breaths through his teeth he growled. After that the men stopped, searching Youji's pockets and finding nothing but some small change and a pack of cigarettes. They removed one each before placing one in Youji's mouth and lighting it.. they winked at him while having a huge grin over their faces. "Those things'll kill ya you know." They said before turning and leaving him in the alley to die.
Youji knew it'd be difficult, but not impossible as he started to make small movements with his fingers and wrists, the wire was already slippery from the others' blood, and he could use it to try and release himself from the wires deadly grasp. After several minutes of getting his hands bloodied up he managed to pull his amrs free of their restraints. He pressed his back against the wall and used his legs to try and push him to his feet. "Fuck!" he shouted painfully as his leg and torso complained from the stab wounds he had recieved. He leaned against the wall as a support and limped out of the alley.
TBC...