By: Lynn Metallium
Disclaimer: I don't own any of them as much as I
would love to. I'm only going to borrow them!
I promise to return then in perfect condition and
maybe a bit happier then when they left? XD
But anyway, please don't sue me! I'm a poor lowly teen
whom has no money at all.
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The darkness was all around them, suffocating in a
way. The inky black of the cell like room seemed to
lack any form of light, except from a smeared window,
which might as well not have been there for all the
light it gave off. Four sets of breathing came in the
darkness. The first was soft and even, Yohji stood
silently beside a second figure with a bit harsher
breathing, Aya who was busy attempting to pick the
lock on the door in pitch blackness. A bit farther
away, two more sets of breathing able -bodied
assassins were on the floor. Ken laid a gloved hand on
Omi's for-head. Even through the thick gloves he could
feel the heat burning from the boys for-head. Omi let
out a whimper and grabbed hold of Ken's hand. The
mission, needless to say, had not gone as well as
expected. The objective had been to sneak into a base
that seemed to be housing some very important
information. Their job had been to get in and remove
the information. Destroy the man in charge Getting
inside had been easy, but they had been unprepared by
what they found inside. Obviously someone had been
warned that something would happen tonight, and the
place had been crawling with reinforcements. Of all
things they could have done, Aya had done the worse
Jumping right in the middle of them all, swinging that
damn katana and screaming 'Shi-ne' at the top of his
lungs. The other three had no choice but to let Aya
get pumped full of lead all by him-self or jump in
and let the gunmen have a few more targets
-Flashback-
"Bombay! Come in Bombay-"
"I hear you, Siberian- what is it?"
Ken glanced around the room; his eyes resting on the
vent where Omi was supposable stationed.
"Abyssinian and Balinese are going to try to
find our target- Are you almost done up there? I think
I might need back up-"
-Should have let him stay there-
"Sure thing Siberian- The deleting process is
90%- Can you hold them another three minutes?"
Ken's eyes surveyed the grounds. There were a lot of
men here- Aya and Yohji had already headed off towards
the door at the other end of the compound. It looked
like less then half the men were following them.
Obviously more thought he looked less threatening now
that the other two in his team were slinking off.
They were closing in fast. Ken's smile was cocky.
"I've got it covered, try to watch my back
Bombay?"
"Uh!" Came Omi's voice over the link in an
affirmative grunt.
-It would have been saferOh Omi-
Ken smiled again as he brandished his claws. The men
around him hesitated slightly. That's all Ken needed.
Pushing him-self forward Ken swung his arm forward.
The sickening ripping noise of his claws hitting
human skin and shredding it like paper was all that
he could hear. A familiar cycle began to make itself
clear to him. Swing, a scream pullshred, blood.
Listless eyes staring at him as the body of another
target hit the ground. The men around him were getting
wary of this boy they had thought harmless, maybe
that's what made Ken let his guard down.
"Siberian!"
He heard the shout through the headphones and only
seconds later a body fell from behind him, a dart
sunk deep in the back of his head. Ken had no time to
think about it, another was ready for him. Swing,
slice, fall.
"Bombay!"
"I'm here-"
Ken nearly jumped out of his skin to hear Omi's voice
come from right next to him, rather then through the
headset.
"Download complete- lets get out of here-"
Ken nodded and the two started their fight towards the
door. Halfway there, Aya and Yohji suddenly appeared
of nowhere.
"Bombay- Siberian! Lets scram!"
Ken and Omi turned to Yohji and Aya and made a
beeline for the door.
"You think you can get away like that! Go to
hell Weiss!"
There was no sound of a gunshot, just a swish of air
being parted, and the next thing he knew Omi was
pitching forward, falling falling Ken reacted
completely on instinct alone as he caught the blonde
bishounen before he could hit the ground. A dart
protruded from his lower back.. Omi's name ripped
itself from Ken's throat
-End Flashback-
By this time, Ken had figured out that the dart
couldn't have been just any normal dart. Omi was
tossing and turning and with a high fever. They had
been in this shed for at least an hour already. After
escaping the warehouse they had ducked in here, the
risks were too high go back to where they had hidden
the motorcycles right away. They had no idea the door
was locked from the outside when they had first
entered. Of coursethey knew now. Yohji was attempting
to pick the lock for a while now, with Aya right
beside him. The two were having a hard time working
in a team with their bodies in such a state. Ken
snapped out of his thoughts when he heard someone
say his name. Omi stared up at him, his blue eyes
dilated and clouded.
"Ken-kun"
"Hai, Omittchi?" Ken looked down at the
blonde fondly.
"When are we going to go home?"
"As soon as this idiot gets this lock
undone -" Aya snapped annoyed. He ran his hand back
through blonde hair, a habit he had somehow picked up
ever since he had been in Yohji's body. Yohji gave
Aya a dirty look; even in the dark he could tell the
normally redheaded assassin was getting frustrated
again at him. When was he ever not frustrated with
him nowadays?
"I'm trying as hard as I can- And you aren't
really helping either you know" Yohji muttered
under his breath. All of this was that stupid purple
glowing liquid's fault. Stupid liquid! Yohji let out
a furious frustrated growl of annoyance and kicked
the door hard.
"STUPID GISH!"
The door when flying open as Yohji gave it a kick.
The three other members of Weiss stared at Yohji
silently.
"I thought you said it was locked"
Yohji sweatdroped slightly and glanced over at Aya.
Aya gave him a look and marched out the door not even
looking back. Yohji winced slightly and looked back
at Ken, who was carrying Omi. Ken shrugged slightly.
"He's always moodyYou know that- At least
you got the door open"
"Hai" Yohji sighed and headed out after the
other three. Why couldn't he at least attempt to do
something right so Aya would just look his way once
Never had this much trouble with women
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Aya sat in his bedroom and stared at the walls
pointlessly, staring. The mission had been close to
failure. That was something Aya was unfamiliar to.
The missions never failed, that was just common
knowledge in his head. It was Yohji's fault, he was
certain. How could it be anyone else's anyway. He was
always a screw up- A sad excuse for an assassinA sad
excuse for anything come to think of it.
-Flashback-
Aya glanced across the room filled with
reinforcements. Yohji and Ken were at his side posed
ready to attack at a second's notice.
"Yohji-"
The playboy in the redhead's body turned and stared
at him. Dear god was he wearing sunglasses. Aya
wrinkled his nose.
"What?" Yohji looked at him blankly.
The previous statement left Aya's mind completely and
what came out was completelydumb.
"You're wearing sunglasses?"
Yohji looked at him startled. Somehow he didn't
think that's what the 'blonde' meant to say.
"Um, yes?"
"Make a mental note Aya, that you do not
look good in sunglasses-"Ken piped up. Aya felt only
a small bit of disappointment when Ken managed to
duck the katana swung at his head.
"I beg to differ that I look good in whatever
I wear-" Yohji sniffed.
"Yeah, you might, but not Aya-"
Again, what a close miss, butKen was getting good at
ducking. Must have been because he had been hit with
one too many soccer balls or flower pots in the past.
Aya glared at him irritably. Ken looked innocent.
"We're going in, Ken, stay here and make sure
no one follows us-"
Ken suddenly felt a pout coming on.
"How come I never get to 'go in'?"
"Because you criticize our fashion sense-"
Yohji huffed.
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Ken pouted.
This was really getting out of hand. Since when did
his teammates act like three-year olds on a mission?
Since now obviously. Yohji and Ken glared at each
other. Aya could feel the headache coming on.
"Yohji- Shut up and come on-"
"Hn- I really need a cigarette"
"No smoking- "
"Since when?"
"Since you stole my body you body snatcher!"
Aya snapped.
"I beg to differ- it was Gish- not me- blame
it-"
Aya resisted the urge to role his eyes. Right,
like it was logical to blame a liquid for this-
Okit was logical in this case, but Aya wasn't
going to admit that- Stupid Yohji.
-End Flashback-
A sudden knock on his door made Aya jerk out of his
thoughts.
"What?" He always felt strange now when he
talked. He hated the sound of Yohji's voice coming
out of his mouth, sadly he missed his OWN body.
"Aya?" The door opened and Aya stiffened
making a face. Just the person he really didn't
want to see at the moment.
"Yohji-"
"AhKen-kun said that I should tell you that
he managed to get the poison cleared from Omi's
system. It was a simple formula and the antidote was
easy to find-" Yohji shifted slightly under Aya's
harsh glare. Or rather the harsh glare he attempted
in Yohji's body.
"Good"
"Did you fix your shoulder-?"
Aya stared at him silently for a moment. What should
he careoh wait, he does care because he's afraid
I'll scar his beautiful skin
"It's fine-"
"Did you bind it?" Yohji demanded.
"Look, you're not going to get a scar if
that's what you're worried about-" Aya looked away
from him and stared out his window. Maybe he would
get the hint and leave-
"I'm not worried about it scaring- "
Obviously notAya twitched slightly.
"I'm worried about you"
Aya whirled around, mouth gapping open.
"What-?" He managed to stutter out.
Yohji was gone though. Aya was alone again in the
room. The surprise clouded up Aya's brain and he
stared dumbly at the spot where Yohji had stood
minutes before. What was that all about?
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To Be Continued...