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A/N – PC, that was such an awful place to end it and leave for ME to write. Okay, so I did some thinking (about 2 minutes) and I decided to work on it quickly so when you get back online you can work on the next chapter soon. Here goes.

Love, Hate, Pain, War

Chapter 8: Mission Impossible

By: Hopeful Writer and PhoenixChild

This chapter by: Hopeful Writer

'What do I do now?' Takeru wondered chasing in the direction of the soldiers. His blood boiled, yet the pain felt slightly absurd. He'd known these people only a few days for Hikari and one for Iori, but they felt connected to him. Maybe it was that they were all fighting for the same side. Or maybe it was that none of them really wanted to be fighting in the beginning.

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"So why are you fighting, Hikari?" Iori asked as they struggled against the binding ropes. With nothing to do but talk, Iori had finally found a question to raise.

Hikari hung her head, looking a little guilty. "I'm not really fighting. I'm just trying to get something to my brother. It could end this horrible war, but I seem to be having a little trouble getting it there."

"Who's your brother?"

Hikari had forgotten that Iori didn't know. "He's Taichi Yagami. The leader of the rebels," she announced with a certain air of pride.

"Wow."

"Why do you fight, Iori?"

Iori straightened up. "My father died in war, fighting for his country. I've always wanted to follow in his footsteps and if that's how I'm gonna go, that's how I'll go."

"Brave words. It's a lot harder to do than it is to say."

"I know. But I've got lots of special talents that'll help you and Takeru if you let me stick around."

"Such as?"

Iori held up his now free hands. "I'm an expert with knots."

"Oh, you're good," she praised in a low voice. "Now untie me and we'll bust this popsicle stand."

Iori untied her. "Let's get out of here."

"Not so fast," a guard ordered, unlocking the jail cell to get at the two. But this time Iori was ready. He whipped his gun out and fired three shots, grabbing Hikari's hand as the guard crumbled. The boy pulled his new friend out of the cell.

They paused to catch their breath about 100 yards from the prison building. "That was some tough shooting," Hikari told Iori.

"I'm not exactly new with a gun," he admitted, blowing the smoke from the top of the weapon.

"I can tell."

Iori kept his head turned away from her and smirked. "Let's go find Takeru."

"Maybe Takeru should just find you," a deep voice retorted. The two kids jumped and spun around, but to their surprise saw none other than Takeru himself.

"Takeru!" Hikari cried, hugging him tightly.

Takeru blushed. "Hi to you too. How'd you guys get out of there?"

"Iori untied the knots in the ropes around our hands and he shot the soldier that tried to keep us there and we ran," Hikari blurted out, not untangling herself from Takeru's arms.

The blond glanced at Iori. "Really?"

"Yeah," Iori mumbled, toeing the ground in embarrassment.

Takeru patted the young boy's shoulder. "Good job, kid. I guess you're gonna be sticking with us for a while?"

"If you'll let me."

"Of course," Hikari interjected, moving away from Takeru to wrap an arm around Iori. "We'll make a great team."

"And what's our mission?" Takeru prodded.

Hikari held out the small package Takeru had seen only the day before. "To get this to my older brother."

"So what is that?"

"Nice try, Takaishi."

A/N – There you go, PC. I wrote the chapter and I gave you something to continue with (I hope). So write it soon 'cause I wanna know what's gonna happen next. Please review. §Peace Out§