Author's Notes......I think it should be pretty obvious with this chapter and the next one as to what this is crossed over with....oh between the means a flashbacky type o thingy. I still haven't learned html all that well.........
Memento pt 3
"Where would he go?" A deep voice asked, and Tohma grinned through panting lips. "How would I know. He's you're team mate." A growl and a hand backhanded him, sending Tohma to the floor, his body telling him this was it. He was going to die. After everything, Shuichi would still be caught. But just maybe, he could buy him a little more time.....
Shuichi ran. Where to go? Where to go? his mind screamed at him as he ducked into an alleyway, pausing to listen, to see if he was followed. His heart beat frantically in his chest as he thought of Tohma, knowing the president was in trouble, much more than Shuichi was at the moment. He reached into his pocket, thankful he still had his cell phone and began to call the one number he knew the best. His instincts told him, go to Yuki, Yuki would make it better he always did. He stopped, one number away from completing the call and cancelled it. Yuki couldn't help him this time. But he knew someone who could.
Pain. Tohma groaned and pushed himself up from the floor of the room slowly. He hissed and sat back, leaning on the wall. Taking stock of the room he realised nothing had been disturbed. The trio must have left after Shuchi as soon as he'd passed out. It wasn't like them not to finish him off while they had the chance, but Tohma could see a reasonable doubt had formed in their mind. They weren't sure Shuichi was the enemy anymore.
"where would he have gone?"
"I don't know."
crack, another hand hit him, sending him back down after having risen to his knees. "Why are you protecting him?" Tohma grinned, blood slowly running from one side of his lip and answered, "Because you didn't."
The man stopped, his hand poised to hit Tohma again. "That is not him. That thing is just a copy. Just a madman's toy." Tohma shook his head and rose to his knees, "No. That is a human boy, with the unfortunate beginnings as a toy. And I don't care who I have to go through, I will protect him and the memory of the one he embodies." The man had glared and moved to hit him again, a katana now held in his grasp. Tohma had straightened his back as much as he could, knowing this was the end. "Wait!" A second voice cut in and the man stopped, the katana raised, poised to strike Tohma down. "Why?" he growled, eyes not moving from his target. A second man stepped in front of Tohma, pushing the katana weilder out of the way. "Why didn't he attack us?"
Shuichi waited impatiently as the cell rang. "K" a gruff voice asked and Schuichi almost laughed in relief. "k-san!" he cried out giddily and held the phone tighter against his ear, afraid of dropping it. "Shuichi?" K's voice asked shocked before a flood of questions left the man's mouth. "Where are you? What happened. Are you okay?" "K!!" Shuichi yelled, voice almost lost at his joy to hear his manager again. "K! You have to help me. We got attacked, and they hurt Tohma, and I need help!" K listened stunned to the almost hysterical Shuichi before the words 'attacked' and 'Tohma' broke through his thoughts. "Tohma? Tohma's with you?" Shuichi nodded, forgetting he was on a cell and spoke as quickly as he could. "Yeah. Something happened and he saved me from these guys but they attacked him and he screamed and I ran, and please K hurry!!"
"Okay, okay calm down Shuichi, tell me where you are. I'll come get you. Just hang on."
"Do you think he was telling the truth?" The youngest of the trio asked, a slight hope in his eyes. The second youngest growled and tightened his grip on his katana. "We should have killed him. He knows too much." The oldest paused in the middle of lighting a cigarette and snorted. "In case you've forgotten, he knew more than we did. And maybe he's right. Maybe the Chibi is still alive." The second youngest growled again, "Don't bet on it."
Tohma's eyes fluttered as he fought the pull of unconsciousness. There had to be something he could to for Shuichi, Just in case they had gone to kill him. Hesitating only for a moment, he reached into the pocket of his dark pants and removed the tiny cell he kept in there. He sighed as he dialled the number, hating what he was about to do. The phone rang on once on the other end before it was picked up and a deep voice spoke, "hello." Tohma grit his teeth and spoke as steadily as he could, not willing to let the other know how badly injured he was. "This is Siamese. The target got away."
Memento pt 3
"Where would he go?" A deep voice asked, and Tohma grinned through panting lips. "How would I know. He's you're team mate." A growl and a hand backhanded him, sending Tohma to the floor, his body telling him this was it. He was going to die. After everything, Shuichi would still be caught. But just maybe, he could buy him a little more time.....
Shuichi ran. Where to go? Where to go? his mind screamed at him as he ducked into an alleyway, pausing to listen, to see if he was followed. His heart beat frantically in his chest as he thought of Tohma, knowing the president was in trouble, much more than Shuichi was at the moment. He reached into his pocket, thankful he still had his cell phone and began to call the one number he knew the best. His instincts told him, go to Yuki, Yuki would make it better he always did. He stopped, one number away from completing the call and cancelled it. Yuki couldn't help him this time. But he knew someone who could.
Pain. Tohma groaned and pushed himself up from the floor of the room slowly. He hissed and sat back, leaning on the wall. Taking stock of the room he realised nothing had been disturbed. The trio must have left after Shuchi as soon as he'd passed out. It wasn't like them not to finish him off while they had the chance, but Tohma could see a reasonable doubt had formed in their mind. They weren't sure Shuichi was the enemy anymore.
"where would he have gone?"
"I don't know."
crack, another hand hit him, sending him back down after having risen to his knees. "Why are you protecting him?" Tohma grinned, blood slowly running from one side of his lip and answered, "Because you didn't."
The man stopped, his hand poised to hit Tohma again. "That is not him. That thing is just a copy. Just a madman's toy." Tohma shook his head and rose to his knees, "No. That is a human boy, with the unfortunate beginnings as a toy. And I don't care who I have to go through, I will protect him and the memory of the one he embodies." The man had glared and moved to hit him again, a katana now held in his grasp. Tohma had straightened his back as much as he could, knowing this was the end. "Wait!" A second voice cut in and the man stopped, the katana raised, poised to strike Tohma down. "Why?" he growled, eyes not moving from his target. A second man stepped in front of Tohma, pushing the katana weilder out of the way. "Why didn't he attack us?"
Shuichi waited impatiently as the cell rang. "K" a gruff voice asked and Schuichi almost laughed in relief. "k-san!" he cried out giddily and held the phone tighter against his ear, afraid of dropping it. "Shuichi?" K's voice asked shocked before a flood of questions left the man's mouth. "Where are you? What happened. Are you okay?" "K!!" Shuichi yelled, voice almost lost at his joy to hear his manager again. "K! You have to help me. We got attacked, and they hurt Tohma, and I need help!" K listened stunned to the almost hysterical Shuichi before the words 'attacked' and 'Tohma' broke through his thoughts. "Tohma? Tohma's with you?" Shuichi nodded, forgetting he was on a cell and spoke as quickly as he could. "Yeah. Something happened and he saved me from these guys but they attacked him and he screamed and I ran, and please K hurry!!"
"Okay, okay calm down Shuichi, tell me where you are. I'll come get you. Just hang on."
"Do you think he was telling the truth?" The youngest of the trio asked, a slight hope in his eyes. The second youngest growled and tightened his grip on his katana. "We should have killed him. He knows too much." The oldest paused in the middle of lighting a cigarette and snorted. "In case you've forgotten, he knew more than we did. And maybe he's right. Maybe the Chibi is still alive." The second youngest growled again, "Don't bet on it."
Tohma's eyes fluttered as he fought the pull of unconsciousness. There had to be something he could to for Shuichi, Just in case they had gone to kill him. Hesitating only for a moment, he reached into the pocket of his dark pants and removed the tiny cell he kept in there. He sighed as he dialled the number, hating what he was about to do. The phone rang on once on the other end before it was picked up and a deep voice spoke, "hello." Tohma grit his teeth and spoke as steadily as he could, not willing to let the other know how badly injured he was. "This is Siamese. The target got away."