Notes: WARNING! Slashy yaoi homosexual content stuffs here! That and demon
+ woman things. If it offends you, go away. It's not my fault if you read
it and get grossed out. That and strong language. This has words only for
the people who are not offended by mere sounds. Constructive criticism in
reviews is welcomed and noted: stupid flames are not.
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Ratso wandered back to the place where the seventh demon had emerged, the direction Chow had run off in a panic in. The ally way was dark and he wished he had enough sense to bring a flashlight. He stumbled over a box and cursed at it. "Chow?" He said. He looked around the square and saw nothing in the dim light from the moon. He looked upward at the Coliseum. The white stone shone yellow and it cast an eerie shadow over the street below. Ratso heard slow footsteps to his right and turned, "Chow?" He then paused, wide-eyed and caught his breath. Chow was walking, stone faced, carrying the broken and limp body of Finn. In the shadow's light the blood looked like a jet-black stream, glinting like and evil grin. The black ran across Chow's shirt and down his legs while it completely saturated the redhead, turning his perfectly white suit a deep, dark and foreboding color. Vicious lacerations from talons cut across the man's gut and chest and the left side of his rib cage looked like no bone wasn't beyond repair. His limbs hung down, motionless, and his head fell back limply over the black-sleeved arm. He was still. Not even his chest moved with the soft motion of breath. Ratso swallowed hard and felt his heart sink, as well as his stomach turn. "He's not...?" He said quietly. Chow stopped and looked at the fellow enforcer. He just looked, expressionless and cold. He was red in the cheeks, but not from the cool breeze, and his face was stained with dirt, tears and blood. He paused to look enervatly at Ratso, then broke his gaze and continued to walk away.
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Captain Black scowled silently at the sniggers behind him. He knew they were most likely based on him. He had seen the stupid writing on the stall in the men's room. Amongst rude phrases and even a limerick or two, there were stupid names like "Black in the Jocks" and "Captain-got-Back." So, he liked to fuck guys! Big deal! He was their superior, and this was totally uncalled for. But, what are you going to do? Fire all of Section 13? Maybe if he ignored it, it would all blow over in time. (A horrible, awful pun entered his mind.) The Captain stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked on. He passed a training room and paused. He wondered if he had subconsciously gone this way on purpose. Jackie was inside training one of Black's men. He didn't notice Black, or at least didn't show it. Jackie looked so good in that outfit. It made him look so... Asian? Blue really was his color. Of course, Black would have thought he looked just as good in anything. Captain Black longed to go in and sweep Jackie around, profess his profound love for the Asian man and catch him up in a long, passionate kiss. He tried his damnedest not too, but ended up imagining it anyway. The raven-haired man hugging his waist, moaning, "I want you so bad Gus..." Their lips locking, their tongues playing, their hands exploring every inch of eachother's bodies... Black jerked back to reality and his himself on the head for allowing such immoral and inappropriate thoughts. Jackie must have noticed him standing there by now. 'I must be making him uncomfortable.' He thought. He watched Jackie get floored by the thick-muscled man then sighed and went on.
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"You're still around?" Shendu said harshly. Viper peered up at him calmly through jet-black hair. "Can't get rid of me that easily." Shendu grumbled. "Seems that way." The woman walked over to him, "I assume it went badly." She said, looking purposefully at the red stains on his taloned feet. Shendu lifted a claw and licked a bit of the crimson off. "I could use a wash." They were in a dark old building just outside of San Fran. By the looks of it, it was some old nightclub from a million years ago, reduced to peeling paint and an empty neighborhood. It was smaller then the cannery, but it was safe. Shendu, freshly back from Rome, had been sulking in his dragony way and was dreading talking with his siblings Luckily, they were avoidable enough. Lack of mirrors greatly aided him in this eschew mission. "Erm, next time?" Shendu looked at her. He snorted in amusement "Next time. Assuming there is one. Ah, little one. A comforter you are not, but you have your little moments." Viper laughed passively. Shendu, for the first time in a while, grinned good-spiritly. "Shendu, i- ahh," The dragon tipped her head up slightly with a claw gently placed under her chin and licked her cheek. Viper paused at the unexpected affection and just stared back. "Shendu!" The demon yelped and spun around at the athoritive voice. His eyes turned to the culprit, a broken windowpane leaning against the wall. Seven images arranged themselves upon it, not one of them looking pleased. "Rraah, brothers and sisters!" "Shendu, can it." Bai Tsa said. Xiao glared, "You have failed us, Shendu." Tso Lon, with his ever-monotone voice, amusedly said what the sorcerer dreaded, "It is time to return for your penance." All the weasily, caniving, foisting little gears in Shendu's quick mind went to work. He smiled one of his large, fake smiles...
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"Hey, Chris." "Hrm?" "I brought you dinner." "Oh, thanks." Valmont sat up to receive his food. He had taken to eating in 'his' room or going out. He wasn't very welcome to the table with the Chans. He didn't do too much but sit and think. He had been ignoring the Dark Hand, or what remained of it, completely. That was something he didn't want to deal with right then. He spent most of his time sitting there, reading a book, thinking to himself. Or taking one of Jackie's visits. It was so nice to have some time to themselves. To be together and not have to care about anything else in the world. The man was the reason he was in the shop. To be truthful, he was surprised no one had mentioned the fact that he was still living there when Shendu had been exorcised and he had no reason to stay they knew of. The whole thing was a little suspicious to him. "Careful, it's hot." "Mrm." Jackie paused. Valmont didn't seem okay. "Something wrong?" He asked. Valmont gave him a pitiful smile, "A little something. Its not a problem-" "If something's wrong, tell me." The criminal nodded. "Me. Here." He made a sweeping gesture with his hand. "Your family. Secrets. THAT's what's bothering me." "Then, what do you purpose?" Valmont took a warm sip from a blue and white cup. "First of all, I'd like to know why I'm all the sudden living here. Remember when I first showed up? 'He can stay. But only until I cast exorcism spell!'" The crime lord waggled a finger and attempted to imitate Uncle. "Spell's cast, and I haven't been kicked out yet." Jackie thought about this while Valmont munched a baby carrot with pleasant indifference. "Tell you the truth," Jackie said, "I think he knows." Valmont smirked, "We weren't THAT loud, were we?" "No, I mean it. It's just not like Uncle. There's a wanted crook in his house, and that could have hardly slipped by him." V winced. "Crook's such a harsh word. What you say makes sense though. Not that I know anything about what's normal for the man. Taking it lightly, isn't he?" "I'd like to think that. But who knows?" "Hmm." Valmont said, "Who knows."
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The enforcer was walking by the room and just happened to look in on Shendu as he passed by. The demon and girl were talking. Shendu licked a claw. Ratso shuttered. That was probably Finn's blood. Three enforcers had gone to Rome with Shendu, and Ratso was the only one to come back. After finding Finn dead in the shadow of the Collosium, Chow had disapeared. He had taken the body with him, and presumably had taken care of it in whatever way he had found appropriate. It was only fitting, Ratso thought. He hadn't seen the man since that night. For all he knew, Chow could still be in Rome. Maybe, he would never come back. Hak Foo wasn't ever around. He didn't like working for Shendu (not that anyone did) and was especially repelled from the job due to his loyalty to Valmont. No, he never came around. So it was just Shendu, the woman and lonely, sad Ratso.
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Chow looked, blank faced, over the water. The famous red bridge stretched across the expansion. His hair whipped lightly around his face in the wind. Everything had happened so quickly and unexpectedly. He hadn't really thought about just how goddamn dangerous his business with the demon had been. He should have gotten out, gotten out before he got hurt. Before Finn got hurt. It all seemed so surreal, so impossible. Yet, it was true; Finn was gone. He'd never see him again. If only he hadn't wasted their time... Sad? He'd used up most of his sad. He was running on silent anger and depression. Despite his callused exterior, he couldn't push back his emotions. Not this time. This was different. Anger. It hid inside him, hinting at his mind. Teasing him, growing slowly. And the anger looked for someone to blame. It settled on three people. The three people who had made his recent life Hell. And anger seeked retribution.
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Jade peeked into the dark room. She let her eyes adjust and looked around. Jackie wasn't there. She yawned and, in her sleepy stupor, thought nothing of it. All she wanted was a glass of water and a trip to the bathroom. Only half-awake, the scruffy-haired girl used the WC and got herself a drink, then started to walk groggily back to her bed. A squinty glance at the clock showed that it was 2:20 in the morning. "Murmfl," Jade said. Passing the room at the top off the stairs, she heard snoring. Her muffled mind caught this, 'I didn't know Valmont snored.' "Blah?" 'That's funny!' "Gah." She walked a few steps before stopping. 'I could swear I just heard two different snores.' Jade turned and looked around the cracked-open door. In the dim light coming from a digital clock on the table, she could see two forms curled up together, one with long white hair, the other wearing a blue sweater. 'Oh, Jackie's in there too. Okay.' Pause. "Ahhh!" Jade backed away from the door and headed back towards her bed. She lay down but took a while to get to sleep. She could hear their snores.
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"Chow?!" "Oh. Yeah, it's me." Ratso got up to greet the fellow enforcer, "You came back." "Kinda." Chow listed to one side and didn't look at Ratso. "Hey. You alright?" Ratso said softly. Chow frowned and shifted his weight. "No. Where's Shendu?" "Upstairs." They were both quiet. Then the small enforcer took a deep breath and said, "Life sucks, Ratso." He turned to leave the room, "And in the end, you always die."
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Notes: As always, R&R.
HAHAHAHA! Black in the Jox! Get it? Hahaha! Poor Cappy B, I'm so mean to him.
I found chopsticks in my kitchen today! I ate dinner with em! It made my day.
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Ratso wandered back to the place where the seventh demon had emerged, the direction Chow had run off in a panic in. The ally way was dark and he wished he had enough sense to bring a flashlight. He stumbled over a box and cursed at it. "Chow?" He said. He looked around the square and saw nothing in the dim light from the moon. He looked upward at the Coliseum. The white stone shone yellow and it cast an eerie shadow over the street below. Ratso heard slow footsteps to his right and turned, "Chow?" He then paused, wide-eyed and caught his breath. Chow was walking, stone faced, carrying the broken and limp body of Finn. In the shadow's light the blood looked like a jet-black stream, glinting like and evil grin. The black ran across Chow's shirt and down his legs while it completely saturated the redhead, turning his perfectly white suit a deep, dark and foreboding color. Vicious lacerations from talons cut across the man's gut and chest and the left side of his rib cage looked like no bone wasn't beyond repair. His limbs hung down, motionless, and his head fell back limply over the black-sleeved arm. He was still. Not even his chest moved with the soft motion of breath. Ratso swallowed hard and felt his heart sink, as well as his stomach turn. "He's not...?" He said quietly. Chow stopped and looked at the fellow enforcer. He just looked, expressionless and cold. He was red in the cheeks, but not from the cool breeze, and his face was stained with dirt, tears and blood. He paused to look enervatly at Ratso, then broke his gaze and continued to walk away.
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Captain Black scowled silently at the sniggers behind him. He knew they were most likely based on him. He had seen the stupid writing on the stall in the men's room. Amongst rude phrases and even a limerick or two, there were stupid names like "Black in the Jocks" and "Captain-got-Back." So, he liked to fuck guys! Big deal! He was their superior, and this was totally uncalled for. But, what are you going to do? Fire all of Section 13? Maybe if he ignored it, it would all blow over in time. (A horrible, awful pun entered his mind.) The Captain stuffed his hands into his pockets and walked on. He passed a training room and paused. He wondered if he had subconsciously gone this way on purpose. Jackie was inside training one of Black's men. He didn't notice Black, or at least didn't show it. Jackie looked so good in that outfit. It made him look so... Asian? Blue really was his color. Of course, Black would have thought he looked just as good in anything. Captain Black longed to go in and sweep Jackie around, profess his profound love for the Asian man and catch him up in a long, passionate kiss. He tried his damnedest not too, but ended up imagining it anyway. The raven-haired man hugging his waist, moaning, "I want you so bad Gus..." Their lips locking, their tongues playing, their hands exploring every inch of eachother's bodies... Black jerked back to reality and his himself on the head for allowing such immoral and inappropriate thoughts. Jackie must have noticed him standing there by now. 'I must be making him uncomfortable.' He thought. He watched Jackie get floored by the thick-muscled man then sighed and went on.
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"You're still around?" Shendu said harshly. Viper peered up at him calmly through jet-black hair. "Can't get rid of me that easily." Shendu grumbled. "Seems that way." The woman walked over to him, "I assume it went badly." She said, looking purposefully at the red stains on his taloned feet. Shendu lifted a claw and licked a bit of the crimson off. "I could use a wash." They were in a dark old building just outside of San Fran. By the looks of it, it was some old nightclub from a million years ago, reduced to peeling paint and an empty neighborhood. It was smaller then the cannery, but it was safe. Shendu, freshly back from Rome, had been sulking in his dragony way and was dreading talking with his siblings Luckily, they were avoidable enough. Lack of mirrors greatly aided him in this eschew mission. "Erm, next time?" Shendu looked at her. He snorted in amusement "Next time. Assuming there is one. Ah, little one. A comforter you are not, but you have your little moments." Viper laughed passively. Shendu, for the first time in a while, grinned good-spiritly. "Shendu, i- ahh," The dragon tipped her head up slightly with a claw gently placed under her chin and licked her cheek. Viper paused at the unexpected affection and just stared back. "Shendu!" The demon yelped and spun around at the athoritive voice. His eyes turned to the culprit, a broken windowpane leaning against the wall. Seven images arranged themselves upon it, not one of them looking pleased. "Rraah, brothers and sisters!" "Shendu, can it." Bai Tsa said. Xiao glared, "You have failed us, Shendu." Tso Lon, with his ever-monotone voice, amusedly said what the sorcerer dreaded, "It is time to return for your penance." All the weasily, caniving, foisting little gears in Shendu's quick mind went to work. He smiled one of his large, fake smiles...
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"Hey, Chris." "Hrm?" "I brought you dinner." "Oh, thanks." Valmont sat up to receive his food. He had taken to eating in 'his' room or going out. He wasn't very welcome to the table with the Chans. He didn't do too much but sit and think. He had been ignoring the Dark Hand, or what remained of it, completely. That was something he didn't want to deal with right then. He spent most of his time sitting there, reading a book, thinking to himself. Or taking one of Jackie's visits. It was so nice to have some time to themselves. To be together and not have to care about anything else in the world. The man was the reason he was in the shop. To be truthful, he was surprised no one had mentioned the fact that he was still living there when Shendu had been exorcised and he had no reason to stay they knew of. The whole thing was a little suspicious to him. "Careful, it's hot." "Mrm." Jackie paused. Valmont didn't seem okay. "Something wrong?" He asked. Valmont gave him a pitiful smile, "A little something. Its not a problem-" "If something's wrong, tell me." The criminal nodded. "Me. Here." He made a sweeping gesture with his hand. "Your family. Secrets. THAT's what's bothering me." "Then, what do you purpose?" Valmont took a warm sip from a blue and white cup. "First of all, I'd like to know why I'm all the sudden living here. Remember when I first showed up? 'He can stay. But only until I cast exorcism spell!'" The crime lord waggled a finger and attempted to imitate Uncle. "Spell's cast, and I haven't been kicked out yet." Jackie thought about this while Valmont munched a baby carrot with pleasant indifference. "Tell you the truth," Jackie said, "I think he knows." Valmont smirked, "We weren't THAT loud, were we?" "No, I mean it. It's just not like Uncle. There's a wanted crook in his house, and that could have hardly slipped by him." V winced. "Crook's such a harsh word. What you say makes sense though. Not that I know anything about what's normal for the man. Taking it lightly, isn't he?" "I'd like to think that. But who knows?" "Hmm." Valmont said, "Who knows."
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The enforcer was walking by the room and just happened to look in on Shendu as he passed by. The demon and girl were talking. Shendu licked a claw. Ratso shuttered. That was probably Finn's blood. Three enforcers had gone to Rome with Shendu, and Ratso was the only one to come back. After finding Finn dead in the shadow of the Collosium, Chow had disapeared. He had taken the body with him, and presumably had taken care of it in whatever way he had found appropriate. It was only fitting, Ratso thought. He hadn't seen the man since that night. For all he knew, Chow could still be in Rome. Maybe, he would never come back. Hak Foo wasn't ever around. He didn't like working for Shendu (not that anyone did) and was especially repelled from the job due to his loyalty to Valmont. No, he never came around. So it was just Shendu, the woman and lonely, sad Ratso.
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Chow looked, blank faced, over the water. The famous red bridge stretched across the expansion. His hair whipped lightly around his face in the wind. Everything had happened so quickly and unexpectedly. He hadn't really thought about just how goddamn dangerous his business with the demon had been. He should have gotten out, gotten out before he got hurt. Before Finn got hurt. It all seemed so surreal, so impossible. Yet, it was true; Finn was gone. He'd never see him again. If only he hadn't wasted their time... Sad? He'd used up most of his sad. He was running on silent anger and depression. Despite his callused exterior, he couldn't push back his emotions. Not this time. This was different. Anger. It hid inside him, hinting at his mind. Teasing him, growing slowly. And the anger looked for someone to blame. It settled on three people. The three people who had made his recent life Hell. And anger seeked retribution.
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Jade peeked into the dark room. She let her eyes adjust and looked around. Jackie wasn't there. She yawned and, in her sleepy stupor, thought nothing of it. All she wanted was a glass of water and a trip to the bathroom. Only half-awake, the scruffy-haired girl used the WC and got herself a drink, then started to walk groggily back to her bed. A squinty glance at the clock showed that it was 2:20 in the morning. "Murmfl," Jade said. Passing the room at the top off the stairs, she heard snoring. Her muffled mind caught this, 'I didn't know Valmont snored.' "Blah?" 'That's funny!' "Gah." She walked a few steps before stopping. 'I could swear I just heard two different snores.' Jade turned and looked around the cracked-open door. In the dim light coming from a digital clock on the table, she could see two forms curled up together, one with long white hair, the other wearing a blue sweater. 'Oh, Jackie's in there too. Okay.' Pause. "Ahhh!" Jade backed away from the door and headed back towards her bed. She lay down but took a while to get to sleep. She could hear their snores.
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"Chow?!" "Oh. Yeah, it's me." Ratso got up to greet the fellow enforcer, "You came back." "Kinda." Chow listed to one side and didn't look at Ratso. "Hey. You alright?" Ratso said softly. Chow frowned and shifted his weight. "No. Where's Shendu?" "Upstairs." They were both quiet. Then the small enforcer took a deep breath and said, "Life sucks, Ratso." He turned to leave the room, "And in the end, you always die."
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Notes: As always, R&R.
HAHAHAHA! Black in the Jox! Get it? Hahaha! Poor Cappy B, I'm so mean to him.
I found chopsticks in my kitchen today! I ate dinner with em! It made my day.