DATE : May 04 DAY : Friday TIME : 9:15 p.m.
Yohji's convertible skidded dangerously across the pavement as they sped towards Persia's office .
" Damn them , damn them all ." Aya muttered darkly .
Yohji puffed another cigarette and threw it into the street , half-consumed . " Those son of a bitches will pay ." He glanced at the mirror and caught a glimpse of Omi huddled in the backseat. " Oh how they would pay ." He said to himself . " I'm going to cut them into pieces like stir-fried noodles . They're going to be sorry they fooled us ."
The building came to view and a couple of black-clad sentries scrambled alongside the gate , wielding high-powered weaponry . " It'll take more than that to stop us ."
Yohji smirked maniacally as they started to shoot at them but he swerved the car left and then maneuvered it around and headed for the guards . " If you don't wanna get killed , get outta my way! We just wanna talk to your boss ." He shouted over the wind . The two men paused firing and stood still , as if taking in information , and finally nodded to each other before waving them inside the gate . " Ah ," Yohji said in satisfaction . " Does that mean we're finally invited ?"
He drove leisurely through the metal gates , which had magically opened during their little game. He slid open his door , Aya was already outside and Omi was just starting to snap out of his reverie .
" Let's go kid ."
Omi glanced at the older Weiß and nodded weakly .
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DATE : May 04 DAY : Friday TIME : 11:05 p.m.
Ken Hidaka opened his eyes . The first sensation he felt was that of pain . Red-hot tearing pain searing throughout his whole body . He felt every inch of his body had been mutilated , ravaged, but he would try to bear it , after all , wasn't he used to being beat up by the Irishman ? Or whenever the kid from §chwarz would throw him across a room to the wall ? Or the red- haired German shoot him ? Damn , it hurt , but he'll survive . He clenched his teeth and started to survey his prison …
He was in a dark room ; shadows danced menacingly as some sort of glowing lights shifted and moved . He could see silhouettes of objects as he raised his head , but he couldn't see the whole room because he could not move his body at all . It was as if he was suspended in space , with nothing to cling on to ; just nothingness gripping him . He had no idea where he was , all he remembered was that he was chasing the §chwarz kid through the alleys and that was that .
" You're awake ."
" What the hell …" Ken muttered as the §chwarz's youngest member stepped forward , making his small frame visible in the feeble glow . " Where am I ?" he demanded , green eyes stormy .
" It doesn't matter . No one will find you here ." came the soft reply .
" How long have I been here ?"
" You've slept for eighteen hours ."
Ken felt himself being lowered . Every fiber of his being was screaming in pain but his will fought against shouting , he didn't want them to see how pained he was . He didn't want them to have the satisfaction . He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood .
Nagi set Ken slowly down . He didn't want to injure him any further . As it is , Farfarello had done enough damage and had not Crawford intervened , the injury would have been irreparable. He thanked the American silently for that , although he didn't let Nagi cure Ken's wounds earlier and instead made him sleep .
Ken buckled as his feet touched the ground . He was starting to feel dizzy . The floor was cold . He noticed , with his cheek pressed to the ground . He couldn't breathe . Someone was crushing his ribs… it hurt a lot . Ken shouted .
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DATE : May 04 DAY : Friday TIME : 9:25 p.m.
Persia stood up from his seat . He had been expecting them to come . Frankly , he would have been surprised if they had not come . Just at that moment , they burst into the room . They bolted right in front of his desk . Yohji slammed his palms onto his mahogany desk ; his eyes flashing angrily .
" What the hell is this all about ? Damn it ! Why weren't we told about this ?"
Persia stared at him calmly . " What are you talking about , Balinese ?"
" Don't you what are you talking about Balinese me ! You know very well what the hell I'm talking about ! If you had told us sooner, we could have protected him ! But no ! You just had to keep it a goddamned secret didn't you ? Even to the people involved , which I happen to think is quite goddamned stupid !!!"
Omi cringed from behind them , it was the first time he had seen Yohji this mad , and he hoped he never will again ... but Aya was perfectly composed ... he was watching Yohji silently, as if waiting for an opportunity to assert himself .
Aya placed a reassuring hand on Yohji's shoulder . " Yohji ." he said quietly .
Yohji bit his lip , he wanted to clobber Persia then and there but he knew the redhead had probably something more rational in mind .
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Yohji's convertible skidded dangerously across the pavement as they sped towards Persia's office .
" Damn them , damn them all ." Aya muttered darkly .
Yohji puffed another cigarette and threw it into the street , half-consumed . " Those son of a bitches will pay ." He glanced at the mirror and caught a glimpse of Omi huddled in the backseat. " Oh how they would pay ." He said to himself . " I'm going to cut them into pieces like stir-fried noodles . They're going to be sorry they fooled us ."
The building came to view and a couple of black-clad sentries scrambled alongside the gate , wielding high-powered weaponry . " It'll take more than that to stop us ."
Yohji smirked maniacally as they started to shoot at them but he swerved the car left and then maneuvered it around and headed for the guards . " If you don't wanna get killed , get outta my way! We just wanna talk to your boss ." He shouted over the wind . The two men paused firing and stood still , as if taking in information , and finally nodded to each other before waving them inside the gate . " Ah ," Yohji said in satisfaction . " Does that mean we're finally invited ?"
He drove leisurely through the metal gates , which had magically opened during their little game. He slid open his door , Aya was already outside and Omi was just starting to snap out of his reverie .
" Let's go kid ."
Omi glanced at the older Weiß and nodded weakly .
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DATE : May 04 DAY : Friday TIME : 11:05 p.m.
Ken Hidaka opened his eyes . The first sensation he felt was that of pain . Red-hot tearing pain searing throughout his whole body . He felt every inch of his body had been mutilated , ravaged, but he would try to bear it , after all , wasn't he used to being beat up by the Irishman ? Or whenever the kid from §chwarz would throw him across a room to the wall ? Or the red- haired German shoot him ? Damn , it hurt , but he'll survive . He clenched his teeth and started to survey his prison …
He was in a dark room ; shadows danced menacingly as some sort of glowing lights shifted and moved . He could see silhouettes of objects as he raised his head , but he couldn't see the whole room because he could not move his body at all . It was as if he was suspended in space , with nothing to cling on to ; just nothingness gripping him . He had no idea where he was , all he remembered was that he was chasing the §chwarz kid through the alleys and that was that .
" You're awake ."
" What the hell …" Ken muttered as the §chwarz's youngest member stepped forward , making his small frame visible in the feeble glow . " Where am I ?" he demanded , green eyes stormy .
" It doesn't matter . No one will find you here ." came the soft reply .
" How long have I been here ?"
" You've slept for eighteen hours ."
Ken felt himself being lowered . Every fiber of his being was screaming in pain but his will fought against shouting , he didn't want them to see how pained he was . He didn't want them to have the satisfaction . He bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood .
Nagi set Ken slowly down . He didn't want to injure him any further . As it is , Farfarello had done enough damage and had not Crawford intervened , the injury would have been irreparable. He thanked the American silently for that , although he didn't let Nagi cure Ken's wounds earlier and instead made him sleep .
Ken buckled as his feet touched the ground . He was starting to feel dizzy . The floor was cold . He noticed , with his cheek pressed to the ground . He couldn't breathe . Someone was crushing his ribs… it hurt a lot . Ken shouted .
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DATE : May 04 DAY : Friday TIME : 9:25 p.m.
Persia stood up from his seat . He had been expecting them to come . Frankly , he would have been surprised if they had not come . Just at that moment , they burst into the room . They bolted right in front of his desk . Yohji slammed his palms onto his mahogany desk ; his eyes flashing angrily .
" What the hell is this all about ? Damn it ! Why weren't we told about this ?"
Persia stared at him calmly . " What are you talking about , Balinese ?"
" Don't you what are you talking about Balinese me ! You know very well what the hell I'm talking about ! If you had told us sooner, we could have protected him ! But no ! You just had to keep it a goddamned secret didn't you ? Even to the people involved , which I happen to think is quite goddamned stupid !!!"
Omi cringed from behind them , it was the first time he had seen Yohji this mad , and he hoped he never will again ... but Aya was perfectly composed ... he was watching Yohji silently, as if waiting for an opportunity to assert himself .
Aya placed a reassuring hand on Yohji's shoulder . " Yohji ." he said quietly .
Yohji bit his lip , he wanted to clobber Persia then and there but he knew the redhead had probably something more rational in mind .
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