Empty Words
Chapter I: Should Hell Bar the Way
By Stoic Neko
Disclaimers – Nuh… ain't mine… *scurries away, clutching diabolical plot of kidnapping Aya.*
[Discomfort, endlessly has pulled itself upon me
Distracting, reacting
Against my will I stand beside my own reflection
It's haunting how I can't seem...
To find myself again
My walls are closing in
(Without a sense of confidence and I'm convinced
That it's just too much pressure to take)
I've felt this way before
So insecure
Crawling in my skin
These wounds they will not heal
Fear is how I fall
Confusing what is real]
Linkin Park - Crawling
*Yaoi Warning!* This means m/m relationship. If ya don't like it I don't know what you are doing here then.
Ken watched Aya's brow furrow slightly, his amethyst eyes scanned the mission statement that was held loosely in his hand. The redhead leader tossed the folder onto the coffee table with a quick flick of his wrist and sighed softly.
"Dispatching another drug chain?"
Manx nodded. Ken stretched his tired body and yawned loudly. "Yosh! Another easy mission, ne?" The corner of Manx's red lips twitched. "Don't get too cocky now. It's rumored that the specified target has a plethora of highly trained A-class guards in his possession. I want you to be careful."
Youji grinned. "As always," he replied cheekily, winking at her.
Manx ignored him.
"I see you have your positions straightened out. Good luck to you."
With that, she turned her heels and walked out the door, her heels clicking softly against the floor. Youji smirked, leaning back against the couch with his arms behind his head. "A-class guards? This should prove interesting…" The blonde turned to look at Aya, his smirk still plastered on his face.
"But nothing our fearless leader can't handle, ne?"
"Hn."
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"Abyssinian, are you in position?"
"Hai," came the cold voice beyond the crackle of static.
"Okay, commence operations."
"Affirmative."
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Ken squatted from his position on the hill overlooking the warehouse, a scowl crept it's way onto his face. He was stuck as backup. Again. His body itched for action, his eyes scanning the area lazily until it settled on a person.
Aya.
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Dodge, slash, stab, dodge, slash, stab, dodge, duck, whirl, slash…
His body responded to the dangerous atmosphere around him, the moves came naturally, almost reflexively.
Dodge, slash, stab.
Hn. A-class guards indeed.
Dodge, slash, stab.
Miscalculation.
Pain shot up through his left arm. He ignored it and whirled around, viciously stabbing his enemy before slicing him across the stomach. Blood splattered upon the porcelain skin.
Dodge, slash, stab.
Eight guards down. Maybe he had underestimated the A-class.
Dodge, slash, stab.
There are so many of them… white pain flared up at his side. He quickly moved, parrying his opponent before ducking and delivering the final blow. More blood. So much blood.
Dodge, slash, stab.
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Ken watched Aya, hypnotized by the way he so gracefully destroys his opponent, the way he whirls in a dance of death, the way he is Aya.
He is faintly aware when Youji settles down besides him, nudging his ribs.
"He's pretty good, isn't he?"
Ken nods slowly, his eyes never leaving Aya.
Youji smirks and tilts his head downwards, studying the figure over his sunglasses.
"You like him, don't you?"
Ken turns and blinks at Youji, before the question hits him full on. He stumbles, nearly falling off his perch if he hadn't scrambled at the ground clumsily.
"WHAA?!" he hisses, shoving Youji roughly. The blonde only laughs. "Don't try to hide it. It's pretty obvious."
Ken cocks his head to the side, confused.
"Whaddya mean?" he demanded
Tch… bastard Youji… I DON'T like Aya!
Youji snickers, adjusting his sunglasses until it's sitting neatly atop his head.
"Just forget it."
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Dodge, slash, stab.
The last one is dead.
Aya leans heavily against the wall, his good arm wiping the sweat off his forehead.
"Guards dispatched. Moving for the target," he tells Omi breathlessly.
"Gotcha. Abyssinian, how's your condition? Do you think you need backup?"
"I'm fine."
He hears Omi sigh through the ear-piece.
"The target is in the warehouse. You'll see him as soon as you walk inside."
"Affirmative."
The redhead closes his eyes for a moment, breathing heavily. Just for a moment. After a minute, he heaves his katana heavily onto his shoulder. Bastard A-classes.
With a heavy sigh, he tentatively opens the warehouse door and creeps inside. The dank, musky smell assaults his nose immediately. He scowls in distaste, creeping in behind the crates. True enough, the target was plain in sight with his client, oblivious of the Angel of Death looming just beyond.
"What do you mean… worth at least 12,000… ripping me off…"
Hn… how dare they waste money on such a useless item.
Aya creeps yet closer, ignoring the sharp sting of his wounds. A crate jabs his side. He hisses softly in pain.
The target and his client snaps his attention to where Aya is hiding.
"Did you hear that?"
Shit… too late now. Aya leaps from his position, his katana blade embeds itself into the shoulder of his target. Blood red erupts from the wound. No time. Aya whirls in time to see the client pull the trigger of his gun. Too slow… Pain explodes from his left shoulder, his left arm hanging limply at his side, his own blood trickling down from the wound. No time…
With a cry of rage, he digs his blade into the client's stomach, slicing upward. Blood… so much blood… Aya stumbles back until his back bumps into a crate, resisting an urge to heave all his stomach's contents onto the floor. His katana blade flashes red… painted red… blood… blood that wasn't his… Aya flicks the blood off, another wave of nausea hitting him.
"Abyssinian here. Target annihilated."
"Good work… We'll meet you outside at the starting point."
He shoved away from the crates, staggering towards the door. He chuckles to himself, picturing the blood and whatnot splattered on his pallid face. Bastard A-class guards…
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Ken hopped down the hill, in attempt to look half as graceful as Youji and Omi, stumbling quite a few times. They neared the white Porsche hidden behind the bushes. Omi leaned against the car, waiting.
Ken looked saw the redhead stumble out of the warehouse, heading their way.
"Aya?"
Amethyst eyes looked his way, flashing with recognition before the man collapsed in a heap at Ken's feet.
"Aya!"
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Ken fumed silently to himself while dressing the older assassin's wounds.
Tch… don't need backup my ass!
He gingerly pressed a damp cloth on a particularly nasty wound on Aya's side.
If he had gotten himself killed… I…
He finished wrapping the injury and stepped back, admiring his neat bandaging… admiring the shirtless Aya that lay unconscious on the bed.
I don't know what I'd do…
Ken settled down into a chair beside the bed, his elbows propped up on his legs and his face cradled in his palms.
What if… What if Youji's right? What if I really do like Aya?
Aya tossed restlessly, murmuring softly under his breath. Without thinking, Ken reached out and stroked his hair, slightly surprised at its softness. The redhead turned in his sleep. His cheek brushed with Ken's hand and the younger man blushed slightly, pulling his hand away.
What's the matter with me?
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Review please! Much appreciated! Hopefully I'll get the next chapter posted soon if people are actually bothering to read this crap… ^^''
Next chapter – Youji's Love Detector