DATE : June 03 DAY : Monday TIME : 9:36 p.m.
Aya pivoted and swung his leg around in an arch , hitting Ken squarely on the jaw with such a force that his head snapped to the side and he was sent sprawling to the row of seats ; the brunette's head hit the side of one of the metal chairs and a large gash spouted crimson blood ; his accidentally let loose a blind shot and the bullet whistled to through the air and embedded itself in Aya's arm .
Aya grimaced in pain but darted to the side and leapt just as Schuldich rushed at him with a poised fist . He was able to avoid the punch , but he didn't see the slender leg that shot out below him . He tumbled to the cold marble floor and heard something clatter .
He didn't have time to find out what it was , he had to get away , and with no weapon , he was no match for he Schwarz telepath . He lashed out his leg , sending Schuldich to the floor after him , and without giving the other time to stand up , he leapt up to his feet, partially aware of Ken's groans .
From the corner of his eye , he saw the brunette stagger to his feet , a steady stream of blood rolling down his face . he disappeared through the door .
DATE : June 03 DAY : Monday TIME : 9:39 p.m.
" Balinese ! Bombay ! Hostile encounter . I repeat , hostile encounter ." He shouted to his communicator , running through the halls that circled the reception area .
In a few seconds , the guards would be alerted , and it was going to be impossible to escape the building without getting killed - but if they managed to reach the upper floors without being caught . they could detonate the bombs and before the building could collapse , jump through the windows and escape down the streets . [ The remotes were on short wave and they could only activate the bombs while inside the building ]
A flash of guilt hit him , wrenching his stomach in a knot . He wondered if they could really do it ; knowing full well that Ken was going to get killed in the explosion or be buried under the debris . It was harder now for Aya . knowing that Ken was confused - that perhaps he didn't know what he was doing . but as Weiß , sacrifices were to be made .
The question is , are they ready to make that kind of sacrifice . is he ?
- - -
Schuldich staggered under the combined weight of his own and Ken . The younger boy was in a deep daze , his eyes glazed and unseeing for a moment as blood flowed liberally from his head wound . Gently , he slapped Ken's face until he saw recognition in the large green eyes . He smiled in relief and gave a mental pat to himself . Thank god nothing catastrophic had happened
- - -
He saw Yohji already heading for the stairs as he rounded the corner ; Omi was suddenly running alongside him .
Black-clad men were tailing the oldest Weiß and they had no choice but to use the emergency stairs as the taller blond used the grand stairs with his pursuers close behind
He and Omi scrambled up the metal stairs , his rubber-soled boots and Omi's sneakers barely made any sound as they made their hasty ascent . He heard faint shouts coming from the other side and realized that they must have started to shoot at Yohji .
Loud footsteps told him that they were being followed as well , bullets whizzed past their face and flew upwards .
Omi's heart thudded loudly , his blood rushing up to his face . It was rare that their missions had gone this wrong . Some had been really close , but he must admit , this takes the cake . Thankfully , the stairs spiraled upwards , making it harder for the Mafioso to get a good shot at them .
Finally , they reached the second floor , and Aya , who was in the lead , flung open the aluminum door with a loud bang . and they were soon in a dark carpeted corridor .
Being used to working in the dark , their eyes adjusted quickly , giving them a slight advantage over their pursuers . The three members of Weiß converged as one hallway crossed the next and they made for room 22 , the room , which , they were sure , was facing the street below .
The Mafioso were lagging behind , lost in the twists and turns of the numerous passages.
They reached the door - it was locked . Aya backed and flung himself at the door ; but it held . He retreated once more and Yohji endeavored to help their leader . Together , the two older members of Weiß rushed at the door , and under the heavy blow , it yielded and burst open .
" Get your detonators ; we'll blow this place up ."
Omi looked more than a trifle uneasy , no doubt regarding Ken's welfare . Yohji , too , looked uncertain .
" Aya-kun . " Omi started .
Aya turned to him angrily . " Never , ever call me by name when we're on a mission Bombay ! You should know better dammit ! We're going to blow up this fucking place like we're supposed to ; like we're sworn to ; whether you like it or not , even if I have to kill you to do it you hear me ?!"
" But Ken-kun ." Omi cried , sobbing .
" Damn Ken ! He betrayed us ! Think of all those kids who'll die if we don't stop these bastards from what they're doing ! It's one life against hundreds . Can you carry that on your conscience ?" Aya roared , his amethyst eyes flashing in anger ; and perhaps , even pain .
Yohji put a hand on the redhead's shoulder . " No Aya , don't ask him that . Ask this to yourself : Are you ready to carry Ken's death on your conscience for the rest of your
life ? If you are . then I guess we have to do it ."
Aya froze for a moment and his face assumed an unearthly calm . " Yes , I am ." he said coldly , his voice devoid of any emotion .
Omi howled in despair , but his trembling fingers held the small rectangular object as tears streaked down liberally down his cheeks .
Yohji's expression was dark , but like the younger blond , his was also in hand .
Aya reached for his in his trenchcoat pocket and realized that his was missing . He patted down his clothes in panic , but it wasn't there .
Then he realized . it had fallen in the skirmish earlier . The rattle he heard was the sound of the controller falling to the floor . He cursed hollowly just as their enemies emerged into the room .
With no other option , all three rushed headlong at the glass windows and under the hail of shattered glass , disappeared into the night , leaving the Schwarz and the wailing of the alarms behind them .
Schuldich supported Ken's weight , letting the smaller boy lean on him for support , suddenly , something caught his eye . He rested ken against the wall as he picked up the object .
" What is it?" Ken asked , staggering to his side .
" It's some sort of remote control ." Schuldich turned it over and again in his palm and was suddenly struck by inspiration of what its use was . " Holy shit ! They were going to blow the fucking building up !"
Aya pivoted and swung his leg around in an arch , hitting Ken squarely on the jaw with such a force that his head snapped to the side and he was sent sprawling to the row of seats ; the brunette's head hit the side of one of the metal chairs and a large gash spouted crimson blood ; his accidentally let loose a blind shot and the bullet whistled to through the air and embedded itself in Aya's arm .
Aya grimaced in pain but darted to the side and leapt just as Schuldich rushed at him with a poised fist . He was able to avoid the punch , but he didn't see the slender leg that shot out below him . He tumbled to the cold marble floor and heard something clatter .
He didn't have time to find out what it was , he had to get away , and with no weapon , he was no match for he Schwarz telepath . He lashed out his leg , sending Schuldich to the floor after him , and without giving the other time to stand up , he leapt up to his feet, partially aware of Ken's groans .
From the corner of his eye , he saw the brunette stagger to his feet , a steady stream of blood rolling down his face . he disappeared through the door .
DATE : June 03 DAY : Monday TIME : 9:39 p.m.
" Balinese ! Bombay ! Hostile encounter . I repeat , hostile encounter ." He shouted to his communicator , running through the halls that circled the reception area .
In a few seconds , the guards would be alerted , and it was going to be impossible to escape the building without getting killed - but if they managed to reach the upper floors without being caught . they could detonate the bombs and before the building could collapse , jump through the windows and escape down the streets . [ The remotes were on short wave and they could only activate the bombs while inside the building ]
A flash of guilt hit him , wrenching his stomach in a knot . He wondered if they could really do it ; knowing full well that Ken was going to get killed in the explosion or be buried under the debris . It was harder now for Aya . knowing that Ken was confused - that perhaps he didn't know what he was doing . but as Weiß , sacrifices were to be made .
The question is , are they ready to make that kind of sacrifice . is he ?
- - -
Schuldich staggered under the combined weight of his own and Ken . The younger boy was in a deep daze , his eyes glazed and unseeing for a moment as blood flowed liberally from his head wound . Gently , he slapped Ken's face until he saw recognition in the large green eyes . He smiled in relief and gave a mental pat to himself . Thank god nothing catastrophic had happened
- - -
He saw Yohji already heading for the stairs as he rounded the corner ; Omi was suddenly running alongside him .
Black-clad men were tailing the oldest Weiß and they had no choice but to use the emergency stairs as the taller blond used the grand stairs with his pursuers close behind
He and Omi scrambled up the metal stairs , his rubber-soled boots and Omi's sneakers barely made any sound as they made their hasty ascent . He heard faint shouts coming from the other side and realized that they must have started to shoot at Yohji .
Loud footsteps told him that they were being followed as well , bullets whizzed past their face and flew upwards .
Omi's heart thudded loudly , his blood rushing up to his face . It was rare that their missions had gone this wrong . Some had been really close , but he must admit , this takes the cake . Thankfully , the stairs spiraled upwards , making it harder for the Mafioso to get a good shot at them .
Finally , they reached the second floor , and Aya , who was in the lead , flung open the aluminum door with a loud bang . and they were soon in a dark carpeted corridor .
Being used to working in the dark , their eyes adjusted quickly , giving them a slight advantage over their pursuers . The three members of Weiß converged as one hallway crossed the next and they made for room 22 , the room , which , they were sure , was facing the street below .
The Mafioso were lagging behind , lost in the twists and turns of the numerous passages.
They reached the door - it was locked . Aya backed and flung himself at the door ; but it held . He retreated once more and Yohji endeavored to help their leader . Together , the two older members of Weiß rushed at the door , and under the heavy blow , it yielded and burst open .
" Get your detonators ; we'll blow this place up ."
Omi looked more than a trifle uneasy , no doubt regarding Ken's welfare . Yohji , too , looked uncertain .
" Aya-kun . " Omi started .
Aya turned to him angrily . " Never , ever call me by name when we're on a mission Bombay ! You should know better dammit ! We're going to blow up this fucking place like we're supposed to ; like we're sworn to ; whether you like it or not , even if I have to kill you to do it you hear me ?!"
" But Ken-kun ." Omi cried , sobbing .
" Damn Ken ! He betrayed us ! Think of all those kids who'll die if we don't stop these bastards from what they're doing ! It's one life against hundreds . Can you carry that on your conscience ?" Aya roared , his amethyst eyes flashing in anger ; and perhaps , even pain .
Yohji put a hand on the redhead's shoulder . " No Aya , don't ask him that . Ask this to yourself : Are you ready to carry Ken's death on your conscience for the rest of your
life ? If you are . then I guess we have to do it ."
Aya froze for a moment and his face assumed an unearthly calm . " Yes , I am ." he said coldly , his voice devoid of any emotion .
Omi howled in despair , but his trembling fingers held the small rectangular object as tears streaked down liberally down his cheeks .
Yohji's expression was dark , but like the younger blond , his was also in hand .
Aya reached for his in his trenchcoat pocket and realized that his was missing . He patted down his clothes in panic , but it wasn't there .
Then he realized . it had fallen in the skirmish earlier . The rattle he heard was the sound of the controller falling to the floor . He cursed hollowly just as their enemies emerged into the room .
With no other option , all three rushed headlong at the glass windows and under the hail of shattered glass , disappeared into the night , leaving the Schwarz and the wailing of the alarms behind them .
Schuldich supported Ken's weight , letting the smaller boy lean on him for support , suddenly , something caught his eye . He rested ken against the wall as he picked up the object .
" What is it?" Ken asked , staggering to his side .
" It's some sort of remote control ." Schuldich turned it over and again in his palm and was suddenly struck by inspiration of what its use was . " Holy shit ! They were going to blow the fucking building up !"