Email: swythangel@hotmail.com
Title: Götterdammerüng (Twilight of the Gods)
Type: Series 11/?
Teaser: With their return to Weiß, Ken and Ran find old feelings resurfacing...
Rating: PG (just to be safe)
Spoilers: I don't know, let's just assume there is
Warnings: Strong Language, Shonen Ai leaning towards Yaoi
Keywords: Ken, Aya/Ran, Youji, Ran/AyaxKen, YoujixKen, angst, a lil fluff
O-ya! Its been so long since I came up with any installment for any ficcie beams and bounces> Whee! I'm so happy that I was able to get my hands on the computer for a little while to write this down before hidoii real life takes me over again.
Götterdammerüng
(Twilight of the Gods)
Part 11
My katana sings as it cuts through the air and makes contact with human flesh. The scientist barely makes a sound as he slides on the floor lifeless, eyes still opened wide in disbelieving surprise.
I scan the room, taking a body count of the other scientists strewn in disarray all around the laboratory. All accounted for. I look down on my most recent victim. He was the last one.
A movement from the other side of the room catches my attention and I can see Youji signalling a thumbs-up sign at me. Good, he got Cassandra. I nod my head in affirmation and start to busy myself, setting up explosives all around the room. Nothing must remain. Or else Cassandra might well be resurrected.
After setting up the last explosive and signalling Youji, I toggle the communicator. " Everything's in place. Bombay, set the timer to 5 minutes. Balinese and I are coming up."
I let Youji precede me as I bring up the rear. There was no telling just what surprises Zeiger still had for us and for now Cassandra needed to be protected. And since Youji is carrying Cassandra that means he had to be protected too. I thought sourly.
Jealous feelings are still rioting over me, of course. And they won't ever go away until Ken himself tells me there are no grounds for that jealousy to begin with. But that is a thought best left for later. Right now we still have a mission to finish.
I scan the corridors watching for telltale signs of potential danger. All of a sudden I feel faint, my sight blurring for a second. I falter for a moment but catch myself before Youji notices.
Fuck! What was that all about? I was perfectly fine when we left Koneko. I rub at the back of my head. Now that I think about it, a headache is starting to throb between my eyes and I had broken out in cold clammy sweat. To top it all off, the shoulder that the dart pierced is throbbing like hell.
No time to think about myself. I have to finish the mission.
I realize that I have been too immersed in my thoughts when Youji lays a hand on my shoulder.
"Abyssinian! Hey man! Are you all right?"
"Hn. Of course I am."
"Well you could have fooled me. Bombay has been trying to talk to you for a minute or so and you haven't been responding."
"I am alright. Just move forward." And as Youji starts to move again, I toggle the communicator. "Bombay? Status."
"Abyssinian, I just wanted to confirm. All explosives are armed. You and Balinese have exactly 4 minutes and 20 seconds to get out of the 14th floor before it blows sky high. I'll be packing up and meeting you at the rendezvous point with Siberian."
"Copy that, Bombay. Stay alert for surprises. Abyssinian out."
"Balinese, move out."
[Youji]
You just got to see the humor in every situation, I always say. And right now I can *definitely* see the humor in *this* situation.
Chief Shinigami is chafing at the thought that he is playing rear guard to protect my ass especially when he still feels like slicing me to pieces. Actually he is technically protecting Cassandra but since I am carrying Cassandra…
I call it poetic justice and I'm enjoying his disgruntlement. Knowing Ran, he isn't even finding this remotely funny. The prude.
We've been making good time in the ventilation shaft and I could see the opening up ahead. A shadow momentarily blocks the light from it and I tense, expecting trouble.
It is only Omi. I relax, recognizing the wind breaker Omi always wore as he squeezes out of the ventilation shaft. That's good. So far so good.
And we had about a minute or so left before the explosives go off. The mission looks like its going to be an unqualified success, which is good.
I wonder if Ken did alright. I hadn't heard a peep from him all night. And with his condition, I cannot help but worry for him. Yes, I know I am becoming a worse mother hen than he is but that's the way the ball rolls when you love somebody.
Somebody who doesn't love you back…
I quicken my pace, ignoring the thought.I want to see that Ken is alright with my own eyes.
I step out into the roof, my eyes automatically seeking out the familiar form clad in a leather brown jacket and find him talking to Omi, his ski mask off of his pale face.
He looks entirely wiped out with the mission, which is bad. I am wondering if h's still up to talking with Ran or if I should strongarm him into resting in his apartment at once. I become too preoccupied with the thought and forget that someone is waiting for me to step aside.
"Hn. Move over, Balinese."
I do not even twitch a muscle in response to Ran's words but I do move, towards Ken, worry knitting my brows.
Maybe I should have listened more intently to Ran, then I would have noticed that Ran's voice seemed strained. And if I had spared him a glance, I would have noticed that his normally pale face was abnormally flushed.
But since all of my attention is fixed on Ken, I don't even notice Chief Shinigami waver or pitch forward. That is, not until he fell on me.
"Ran!" I could hear Ken shout in alarm as I whip around. At the back of my mind, a small part of me was shaking his head. We were still on mission, Ken should have called Ran Abyssinian. Not that anyone would notice since we are the only people on the fucking rooftop. At least for now.
While all of this goes on in my head, my reflexes take over and it's a good thing I have quick ones too because it helps me catch Ran in midfall, sparing Ran's nose the chance to kiss hard cement. Lucky Ran.
"Ran!"
BA-boom!
Ken's voice and the explosion sounded at the same time and I calculate the time we have left until the place is swarmed with security. No time.
"No time for theatrics, Siberian. We have to move out. I'll take care of Abyssinian."
Ken hesitates and I bark out the command again.
"Move, damn it!"
In a few moments a helluva lot of security will be swarming the place, I didn't have the time to reassure Ken on Chief Shinigami's condition.
Omi tugs Ken. "Let's go Siberian. Balinese won't let anything happen to Abyssinian."
Damn striaght. Thanks, Omi.
And as the two disappear down the rope, I hoist Ran's inert form over my shoulder, grunting a little. For a guy who loooked just this side of anorexic, he sure did weigh a lot more than I thought he would. I grunt again, huffing a little as I inch myself down the wall.
Physical exertion always makes me think. And right now, my mind is revolving around the reason why Ran is unconscious, especially when he had been hale and hearty just a few hours before.
And then I remember the darts on our way to the 14th floor. Dread fills me.
Poison. The darts were poisoned. Damn it. And I can almost see what poison they'd dip the darts in. It would be the greatest piece of turn-around if someone who had any ill-intent on Project:Trojan would in turn be infected by it for his perfidy.
Judging from his flushed face, I'd say Ran did get hit with Trojan…not good. No one deserved Trojan, not even stick-shoved-up-his-ass Ran.
Damn it.The doctor better have a cure out soon. I have seen what happened to the victims of Trojan and it wasn't pretty.
"Hn. Yo…Youji? What?"
Ran weakly raised his head and looked at me with a confused expression on his face.
"Just relax Ran. We'll get you out of here."
TBC
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