Disclaimers: See Chapter One.
Authors notes: * means sound. Namely because.well.I wanted to.
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"Aya you don't happen to know where we're at do you?" Yohji asked silently as they crept down the hall.
"No.now shut up." Aya's own voice was void of emotion. He stalked silently, his right hand on the hilt of his katana, ready to draw at the smallest hint of sound or motion. Yohji's eyes frosted over as he made his emotions take a back seat. When he spoke again, his voice was nearly as cold as his crimson haired lovers.
"That door there." he pointed to a set of ornately carved doors. The red- head nodded as they walked to the doors. "1.2.3!!" They both kicked at the doors forcefully, and in turn, both of them winced. "It didn't.well.it usually works in movies!"
"I know it didn't open Yohji." He pushed on the door. Still, it didn't budge. "This isn't good." Aya muttered as he turned back to face Yohji.
"Why, good evening Weiss." An elegant voice mocked them from the darkness off to one side. "We're here to relieve you of your burdens.of life."
The whisper of steel emerging from it's case was the only other sound.
"Ah.so, you won't disappoint me, you really do want to play." The voice continued to mock them.
//Very well.which of you dies first?// Aya's eyes hardened beyond anything that had ever been noted.
//Out of my head.now.// he threatened. Off in the darkness, Schuldich smiled.
//Why Weiss? Are you afraid I'd see something? Something you desire to keep hidden?//
Aya's silent snarl was answer enough. Yohji stood ready, wire prepped to wrap around anything that moved. Brad's glasses caught an unwanted light beam from the moon, and Yohji let loose. He did neglect one thing, and that was the clairvoyance of the dark-haired American. He was caught off balance yet again.
//Nani!?!// he thought to himself as he wrestled against Brad's unexpected strength.
//We came prepared.// Schu sent to him. Yohji stumbled back into a wall as his wire snapped.
*bang*
Yohji's eyes widened and he stood up. He started moving quickly to Aya's side. Holding up one hand Aya stopped him.
"I'm not hit." he whispered. Nodding Yohji looked to where Brad was standing.
"We know you're there, why do you still insist on hiding in the shadows?" the blonde assassin asked coldly.
"The shadows.how ironic.you denounce us from hiding in them, when you yourself thrive in them."
Yohji had had enough of the useless talk. He ran forward, despite the grunt of protest he received from Aya. He jumped into the air, launching a kick at Brad's head. A distinct crack was heard as he connected. The bad part, it certainly wasn't Brad's head, for it didn't even budge an inch.
"It's a trick!" Yohji shouted back, his body half covered in shadows. His hands were holding his now broken leg. He looked up at the large stone statue. //Man.just my day.//
Aya nodded in response to Yohji's shout and started moving off to one side of the large hall. He stopped when he saw a shimmer of moonlight off of cold metal. It was just over Yohji's head. "Yohji."
*click*
//Wouldn't do that if I were you.// Schuldich sent to him as he smiled sardonically. Aya's motion stopped and then the same audible click next to his head.
"You probably should've moved Kitten." Brad's grin only managed one thing, and that was to piss off the crimson haired assassin. He started to turn only to have the gun barrel jammed into his head. "I wouldn't do that.it could result in the janitor getting time and a half tonight.(*3)
Aya's eyes could've burned asbestos.
"Don't look at me like that Kitten.you were the ones that came here. You were the fools who thought you could win. And you." A light laugh from between Brad's parted lips. ".Are the ones who signed the contracts for your own de.ack!" Brad's voice cut off as he choked.
Aya stepped forward, his katana sliding slowly out of Brad's midsection just as he coughed blood. "You need to talk less." he said coldly.
Schuldich turned upon hearing Brad, and feeling his pain. "BASTARD!" he screamed, turning he fired off a shot.
*bang*
The bullet deflected off of the flat of the katana into the wall.
*bang*
A narrow miss, over Aya's left shoulder.
***
Ende Chapter 3
#3.) Time and a half means over time for all you people who don't work. The reason Brad said this was the fact that the janitor would have to clean up blood and gore before getting off duty.
*****
"Aya you don't happen to know where we're at do you?" Yohji asked silently as they crept down the hall.
"No.now shut up." Aya's own voice was void of emotion. He stalked silently, his right hand on the hilt of his katana, ready to draw at the smallest hint of sound or motion. Yohji's eyes frosted over as he made his emotions take a back seat. When he spoke again, his voice was nearly as cold as his crimson haired lovers.
"That door there." he pointed to a set of ornately carved doors. The red- head nodded as they walked to the doors. "1.2.3!!" They both kicked at the doors forcefully, and in turn, both of them winced. "It didn't.well.it usually works in movies!"
"I know it didn't open Yohji." He pushed on the door. Still, it didn't budge. "This isn't good." Aya muttered as he turned back to face Yohji.
"Why, good evening Weiss." An elegant voice mocked them from the darkness off to one side. "We're here to relieve you of your burdens.of life."
The whisper of steel emerging from it's case was the only other sound.
"Ah.so, you won't disappoint me, you really do want to play." The voice continued to mock them.
//Very well.which of you dies first?// Aya's eyes hardened beyond anything that had ever been noted.
//Out of my head.now.// he threatened. Off in the darkness, Schuldich smiled.
//Why Weiss? Are you afraid I'd see something? Something you desire to keep hidden?//
Aya's silent snarl was answer enough. Yohji stood ready, wire prepped to wrap around anything that moved. Brad's glasses caught an unwanted light beam from the moon, and Yohji let loose. He did neglect one thing, and that was the clairvoyance of the dark-haired American. He was caught off balance yet again.
//Nani!?!// he thought to himself as he wrestled against Brad's unexpected strength.
//We came prepared.// Schu sent to him. Yohji stumbled back into a wall as his wire snapped.
*bang*
Yohji's eyes widened and he stood up. He started moving quickly to Aya's side. Holding up one hand Aya stopped him.
"I'm not hit." he whispered. Nodding Yohji looked to where Brad was standing.
"We know you're there, why do you still insist on hiding in the shadows?" the blonde assassin asked coldly.
"The shadows.how ironic.you denounce us from hiding in them, when you yourself thrive in them."
Yohji had had enough of the useless talk. He ran forward, despite the grunt of protest he received from Aya. He jumped into the air, launching a kick at Brad's head. A distinct crack was heard as he connected. The bad part, it certainly wasn't Brad's head, for it didn't even budge an inch.
"It's a trick!" Yohji shouted back, his body half covered in shadows. His hands were holding his now broken leg. He looked up at the large stone statue. //Man.just my day.//
Aya nodded in response to Yohji's shout and started moving off to one side of the large hall. He stopped when he saw a shimmer of moonlight off of cold metal. It was just over Yohji's head. "Yohji."
*click*
//Wouldn't do that if I were you.// Schuldich sent to him as he smiled sardonically. Aya's motion stopped and then the same audible click next to his head.
"You probably should've moved Kitten." Brad's grin only managed one thing, and that was to piss off the crimson haired assassin. He started to turn only to have the gun barrel jammed into his head. "I wouldn't do that.it could result in the janitor getting time and a half tonight.(*3)
Aya's eyes could've burned asbestos.
"Don't look at me like that Kitten.you were the ones that came here. You were the fools who thought you could win. And you." A light laugh from between Brad's parted lips. ".Are the ones who signed the contracts for your own de.ack!" Brad's voice cut off as he choked.
Aya stepped forward, his katana sliding slowly out of Brad's midsection just as he coughed blood. "You need to talk less." he said coldly.
Schuldich turned upon hearing Brad, and feeling his pain. "BASTARD!" he screamed, turning he fired off a shot.
*bang*
The bullet deflected off of the flat of the katana into the wall.
*bang*
A narrow miss, over Aya's left shoulder.
***
Ende Chapter 3
#3.) Time and a half means over time for all you people who don't work. The reason Brad said this was the fact that the janitor would have to clean up blood and gore before getting off duty.