More Broken Than Ever (The Sequal To 'Broken Inside')
By: Atsureki
Disclaimers : You know the drill… Not mine, not yours, don't sue cause I don't own nothing
Paring : Ran/Ken, Schuldig/Ken, Omi/Nagi (Only implied so far at least) I think that's it for now…
Warnings : Shonen-ai, OCC, angst, major weirdness.
Notes : Stuff written in Italic are thoughts.
This chapter is for Jin because she asked for it and by doing so she managed to kick my muse into working for me instead of against me. Thanks Jin I SOOO needed that *chuckles and glomps Jinjin*
Chapter 3. Confusion
He took one last look at the photograph in his hand and then put it away. It was an easy enough job, a simple one he had done plenty of times before. He picked up a black bag from the floor and unzipped it. From it he plucked several pieces that didn't really look like anything at the moment but when he put it together…
His eyes narrowed slightly and he titlted his head. Someone was outside his door. Quickly he placed the pieces back into the bag and hid it before he strolled over to his desk to get rid of the file that was laying there. Just as he had thought there soon was a knock on his door. Calmly he went over to open.
"Who is it?" he asked loudly with his hand on the lock.
"I'm looking for a Mr. O'Shea." He raised an eyebrow. There was something very familier about that voice. No matter, whoever it was wasn't going to stay so what did he care? He opened the door was was greeted by a pair of familier wide blue eyes.
"You?!"
"Us actually," a second voice said in japanese and another pair of blue eyes appeared. "You gonna let us in or what Abyssinian?" Stunned he stepped aside to allow the two shorter men to enter his appartment. They shouldn't be there, hell no one from his past should have been able to even find him.
"Aya you have to help us." The little blonde that had spoken started swaying before he let out a low cry and crashed to the floor.
"Shit Omi! Not again! Well are you going to help me get him up?" Amethyst eyes stared into midnight blue.
"Um yeah." He carefully picked up the small blonde and carried him into the bedroom. "What's wrong with him?" Omi was placed on the bed and a blanket covered his body.
"It's a long story. Aya is it?" The redhead frowned and shook his head.
"Ran actually and you're?"
"Nagi, but we've met before."
"Aa but not without trying to kill each other," Ran muttered and again looked at his former team-mate. "Now do you mind telling me what you're doing with Omi?"
"Not at all… You might want to get away from here Ran because during the four years you've been gone things have changed a lot and if we could find you then so can they," Nagi growled and sat down on the bed next to the blonde.
"That still doesn't explain why you showed up here in Canada along with Omi, who should be your enemy."
"Like I said things have changed. Six months ago Omi tracked me down and tried to kill me but I managed to 'talk' him out off it. Unfortunately he's rather confused and sometimes it's just too much for him. Anyway, we got away but Balinese got caught. Right now they're probably trying to program his skinny ass." A flash of pain flew across Nagi's dull eyes.
"Who's got Yoji? What the fuck are you babbling about?!" Ran roared and shook the small brunette. Nagi wasn't listening though, he was staring at nothing and rambling.
"Why didn't you run when I told you to Yotan? I told you not to stay…" The redhead sighed deeply and carefully slapped the younger man across the face. "Itai! Why the hell did you do that?"
"Because you were zoning out there Nagi! Now please do tell me what this is all about!"
"Kritiker got a new Persia and he's a psychotic fuck. He hired Swartz, turned against Weiss and killed… he killed Manx, Birman and Farfarello. Bradley tried to get us away from him but this guy is too damn powerful, he'll stop at nothing. He's like Schuldig only… only… Schuldig has a heart and a sanity and Persia doesn't." Nagi rubbed his face and sighed. "Persia got Schuldig to program Omi, to turn him into his obedient little puppy and sent him after Yoji. But somehow it went wrong and Omi was pulled back. I hid Yoji and we… I… they…" Nagi's voice trailed off and he rubbed his face.
"Calm down," Ran said softly and tried to sort out what he just had heard. It made no sense to him and he didn't trust Nagi. He would have to wait until Omi woke up again to get this sorted. "Why don't you take a nap?" The small brunette nodded slowly and curled up next to Omi.
"Be careful Ran, they're looking for you." he mumbled before his eyes closed.
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He didn't know what to think about what he had heard earlier. Kritiker had a new Persia that was evil? But Kritiker were the good guys, weren't they? Nagi had been talking about programing people but the redhead didn't know what the hell that was suppose to mean.
By the sound of it Schuldig had someone managed to turn Omi against Yoji? No that couldn't be true. That little blonde loved his friends with all his heart, he would never hurt any of them, right? Ran scratched his head and growled. Fuck, this was messed up! His confused eyes landed on the file he had looked through earlier.
"Shit!" He had a job to do tonight. Annoyed he dug up the black bag again and emptied it on the table. Quickly he put the pieces together and frowned at the rifle he now held in his hands. With it he became a sniper, a deadly stranger who showed no mercy. Ran sighed.
Randy O'Shea was not a nice guy and the redhead didn't like him. He huffed and started picking the rifle apart again. Killing for money was the only thing he knew how to do so it wasn't so strange that that was the line of work he had gotten into when he had arrived in Canada.
In the USA the people had immediately thought he was Irish due to his red hair even though his accent was anything but irish. Suited him just fine though. Slowly he left the living-room to check on his two guest. Nagi and Omi could have been brothers but the way they were sleeping sure made Ran glad they weren't. His former team-mate was draped over their enemy's chest, their hands linked almost as if they were seeking security in each other.
He really wanted to know what the hell was going on. It wasn't like he hadn't thought about Omi and Yoji during the four years that had passed since he left Tokyo but he tried not to, especially the last two years. Thinking about Weiss always made him think about Him. Ran shook his head with irritation in his eyes. He had promised himself to let the past be and it had taken all his will-power.
"Damn!" he cursed softly and sank down on the couch. His decision to leave it all behind had been a difficult one to make but at the time he hadn't seen any other way. There were times when he regretted it, when he damned himself for giving up so easily.
Amethyst eyes narrowed in frustration. He could not afford to walk down that path right now! It had taken time but he had managed to convince himself that he was over Him, that he no longer loved Him. Deep down inside he knew he was only fooling himself though. He would always love Him but that didn't really matter since his former lover did not love him back anymore. Ran sighed deeply and massaged his temples.
The only reason he had been able to move on with his life was the fact that there was nothing left that could remind him of the brown haired man he loved so much but now… Now that Omi was there and obviously needed his help it wouldn't be that easy anymore, not that it ever had been easy though.
What Ran wanted to do was send the little blonde away but he couldn't just abandon his former team-mate like that. Besides, it was clear that Yoji needed his help too along with that Nagi-person. Suddenly the redhead's slender body tensed.
If the new Persia was after them all then he was also after… Ken. He swallowed and closed his eyes. That was the first time he had allowed himself to think about the brunette by name in over a year.
"Aya-kun?" Ran turned around and met the concerned eyes of his youngest friend.
"Aa."
"You have to help me get Yotan away from Persia," the little blonde begged and came closer. "Please don't let them do to him what they did to me."
"I don't know what I can do Omi. I don't even know what to think about this whole mess, it sounds like something from a bad science fiction movie."
"I know. There's something else…" Ran raised an eyebrow and studied Omi's face.
"What?"
"I can't be sure but before Crawford sent me to kill Nagi and Yotan…" His voice trailed off and he lowered his eyes to the floor. "Aya-kun, Persia sent Schuldig to… to France." The redhead's eyes widened.
"Why?" Omi glanced up.
"To bring you and Ken-kun back to Japan to be programmed."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
He glared at the man in front of him and refused to let the pain get to him.
"Why don't you just give up Balinese?" the man asked with his silky voice. "You know I'll win in the end."
"Fuck you! You'll have to kill me before I do anything you tell me to do!" A soft laughter echoed in the naked room.
"No one is going to die, not now at least. I won't deny that that wanted you and the little one dead before but now that I have you restrained I've changed my mind. You see Balinese… dead you're worth nothing to me but alive you're worth a fortune." Green eyes burned with rage as they nailed themselve to the shorter man's face.
"You're one sick fuck you little bastard! God help you when I get loose!" The man let out a soft sigh and licked his lips.
"You're just as stubborn as your little friend Bombay but he had a cleaner mouth than you. I know that that little Schwarz brat taught you a thing or to about resisting being programmed but I promise you… you will not win this fight."
"Persia."
"Mm?"
"May I suggest something?" Ice blue, almost white, eyes narrowed slightly.
"Suggest what Schuldig?" The german walked up to the angry blonde and caressed his hair.
"Yoji here is stubborn so I thought we might show him one of his friends." Persia grinned and nodded.
"Clever idea. Go fetch your little toy." Schuldig left the room and Yoji glared after him.
"There's no point in lying to me Persia! I already know that Omi and Nagi got away from you!"
"Who said anything about them? We have another one of your friends here with us. So far we haven't used him since Schuldig is so fond of him but he is being trained. Weiss is obviously just as good at killing as they are at warming beds," Persia laughed and ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair.
Yoji swallowed. Who the hell had they managed to catch? It had to be either Aya or Ken but they were suppose to be safe, right? And what the fuck did Persia mean when he said that they were good at warming beds? Yoji frowned and carefully shook his head. Schuldig couldn't have taken one of his team-mates to bed, could he?
~TBC?~
You're all confused right? *deep sigh* I know I am and I bloody know what's going to happen sorta. This story makes me feel like I'm in way over my head *rolls eyes* I just hope I can sort this mess out before it drives me more nuts than I already am *chuckles dryly*
Oh and about the part about some ppl thinking that Ran was Irish. It just popped up there *shrugs* I mean let's face it I'm insane so why wouldn't everybody in my little nutty world assume that he's from Ireland? Ah gotto go it's time for my medication *laffs* J/K Ja/Atsureki