Author's Notes: Well I hope with this chapter things become clearer, just one more to go now! I think....
Redemption .......pt 5
Tohma froze as the lights went off. So he knew he was here then. No point in being stealthy now. He'd barely stepped out of the hall that headed towards his offices when a familiar taller blonde way in his path, "FREEZE!" K bellowed, raising his trusty magnum at Tohma, before freezing himself, "T-Tohma?" he stuttered, as beside him Sakano screeched "Sachou!" before fainting dead away. K turned to the manager for a moment and before he knew what had happened, Tohma was in front of him and had slammed a dart into his neck. K reached out as the blonde man passed him and grabbed his wrist, "What did you just..?" he managed to get out before the sedative took affect and he slumped forward, beside Sakano. Tohma paused long enough to check both men's pulse and assuring himself they were fine before again striding towards the main office.
Yuki slid into the first car park he found, uncaring who it belonged to at the moment. Shuichi was in danger and this time he was going to be able to do something about it. Slamming the door of the Porsche he took off for the front stairs and into the lobby as fast as he could.
Tohma stood in front of his office doors and took a deep breath, sliding two blades into his hands before lifting a foot and kicking the doors in. Sitting at his desk, playing with a letter opener, sat Shuichi.
Yuki looked around the lobby, worried. There was no one here, and all the lights were out. Shaking his head, he ran for the place he knew best here, Tohma's office.
"Siamese" Shuichi spoke, his voice gruff and deeper than he'd ever used. "Mamoru.." Tohma whispered, taking a step forward. "Stay there thankyou" Shuichi spoke and threw the letter opener almost lazily towards the other man. Tohma moved his head as the blade passed within inches of his face, but made no more motion to move. "Why are you here Mamoru? You know Shuichi is supposed to be in control." Mamoru snarled and stood, " I was never given a choice in the matter was I? All because of that copy.."
"Bombay is not a copy." Tohma spoke softly, taking a small step forward, "Bombay is a person, just like you should have been." Mamoru laughed and stood out in front of the desk, " I was a person.." Mamoru jumped at the older man, throwing them both to the floor, and attempted to get his hands around Tohma's neck.
"Why didn't you leave us? We were happy!" he screamed as Tohma flicked the blades back and threw the boy from his body, before he could recover Tohma had straddled his waist and had his wrists pinned under his hands. "You weren't happy." He hissed, " You were both used as experiments and as Assassins to further his own cause! You WANTED to be free! Shuichi let you be free!" Mamoru growled, hatred on his face as he struggled to move Tohma's hands from his wrists. " I didn't want to leave my family" he growled, before the hatred melted away and a look of terror replaced it.
"What?" Tohma started to ask as a large hand grasped his neck in one hand and threw him back, away from the boy. He hit the wall with a thump and slid down, his head bowed. "I'm going to kill you" a familiar voice snarled and Tohma froze, as two large hands grabbed the front of his dark coat and hauled him to his feet, before slamming him back into the wall repeatedly, and throwing him to the ground, face first. Tohma struggled to get up onto his elbows and again he was grabbed and thrown into the wall, his head connecting with a solid thunk. As he slid to the ground for the third time he realized, there was no stopping Eiri now, he was in a berserker rage and he could only fight back now to save his own life.
Behind the two, watching with a smirk on his face, Shuichi watched as Yuki beat the living daylights out of Siamese. "And now it ends Siamese" he whispered, ready to watch the show.
Yuki was quite enjoying his chance to get back at the one who'd hurt his family. He could barely see through the rage that clouded his vision as Shuichi's attacker again slid to the ground, leaving a trail of blood on the wall. The thought of making this monster bleed made him smile and he strode forward, ready to attack again.
Tohma steadied himself and took a painful breath. As Yuki stalked towards his victim, Tohma reached into his coat for the darts Bombay had given him. Yuki lifted him from the ground one handed, ready to slam his head through the wall again, as Tohma's hand slammed towards his stomach, dart in hand. Unfortunately, Yuki was quicker. The hand was grabbed and his body dropped, forcing tremendous strain on Tohma's arm, breaking it instantly. Tohma screamed out in surprise and pain and was quickly released to drop back to the floor. Yuki froze, this man had Tohma's voice. "impossible" his mind was telling him, "you're imagining things." Confusion overtook the anger as he again reached for the man at his feet, but instead of slamming him into the wall like he'd intended to, he lifted the semi-conscious man to sit facing him. He lifted the bowed head with one hand and choked, this was Tohma! His other hand lifted shakily and shifted the blonde bangs from the man's forehead, to see the gash upon his head, the one he'd caused.
Tohma became aware of hands on his face and he flinched back, thinking the worst. In front of him, sat Eiri, shellshocked, his hands still in the air where they'd been on his face. "Tohma?" he whispered, suddenly reminding Tohma of the 16 year old he'd once known, before flinging himself into the older mans arms and whispering repeated "I'm sorries" into the mans ear. The situation brought back memories of the last time Eiri had been like this, when he had been 16 and he realized with a start, that had been the day that had sealed everything. "It's okay" Tohma whispered back, his hand on the younger mans hair, like it had been that day…
"Well so much for that" Mamoru spoke from the desk, riffling through the desks contents. Coming back to himself, Yuki backed away from Tohma and turned to his lover, "Shuichi?" he asked confused. "Sorry Sweetie," Mamoru spoke, "Shuichi ain't here right now. Just me." So saying he raised a gun that he'd hidden in the desk and turned to the two on the floor. "Well, as fun as it has been, I have revenge to get. So I'll be killing you and going for the little copy now." Mamoru winked and pulled the trigger, just as a wire wrapped around his hand, forcing the gun from his hold. "What?" Mamoru snarled, yanking his arm in close to his body as a tall dark figure stepped out of the shadows near the window. Tohma blinked, How the hell had Balinese gotten in here? The smirk on the blonde Assassin's face guaranteed Tohma would never know, knowing Balinese's penchant for dramatic entrances. "Ya miss me Siamese?" he asked, winking over the top of his sunglasses and Yuki jerked towards Tohma. "Siamese?" he asked, a cool edge to his voice. "You were the one sending notes? You were the one who kidnapped Shuichi?" Balinese shifted and raised a cigarette to his lips smirking, "You could really get into trouble if you keep kidnapping underage bishonen you know.."
"Shuichi is NOT underage Balinese, and I didn't take him, I only took Bombay. The notes, they were written to me, not from Siamese…" Yuki blinked as Tohma turned from him and back towards Shuichi, "Our first priority here is Mamoru and Shuichi." The boy behind the desk backed away as Tohma and Balinese closed in on him, one on each side. The boy growled and raised his fists, "you won't stop me traitor!" he ran towards Tohma, already injured, he would be an easy target, the sound of wires being thrown before the boy was jerked back, a thin line of blood circling his neck and wrists. " Hold still" Balinese ordered, holding on loosely so as not to cause damage. Mamoru had no intention of stopping and tried to move forward again. A slight tug on the wires brought him down to his knees and he finally conceded, his head bowed. Tohma stepped forward and knelt beside the boy gently bringing his face back up, "I'm sorry"
Redemption .......pt 5
Tohma froze as the lights went off. So he knew he was here then. No point in being stealthy now. He'd barely stepped out of the hall that headed towards his offices when a familiar taller blonde way in his path, "FREEZE!" K bellowed, raising his trusty magnum at Tohma, before freezing himself, "T-Tohma?" he stuttered, as beside him Sakano screeched "Sachou!" before fainting dead away. K turned to the manager for a moment and before he knew what had happened, Tohma was in front of him and had slammed a dart into his neck. K reached out as the blonde man passed him and grabbed his wrist, "What did you just..?" he managed to get out before the sedative took affect and he slumped forward, beside Sakano. Tohma paused long enough to check both men's pulse and assuring himself they were fine before again striding towards the main office.
Yuki slid into the first car park he found, uncaring who it belonged to at the moment. Shuichi was in danger and this time he was going to be able to do something about it. Slamming the door of the Porsche he took off for the front stairs and into the lobby as fast as he could.
Tohma stood in front of his office doors and took a deep breath, sliding two blades into his hands before lifting a foot and kicking the doors in. Sitting at his desk, playing with a letter opener, sat Shuichi.
Yuki looked around the lobby, worried. There was no one here, and all the lights were out. Shaking his head, he ran for the place he knew best here, Tohma's office.
"Siamese" Shuichi spoke, his voice gruff and deeper than he'd ever used. "Mamoru.." Tohma whispered, taking a step forward. "Stay there thankyou" Shuichi spoke and threw the letter opener almost lazily towards the other man. Tohma moved his head as the blade passed within inches of his face, but made no more motion to move. "Why are you here Mamoru? You know Shuichi is supposed to be in control." Mamoru snarled and stood, " I was never given a choice in the matter was I? All because of that copy.."
"Bombay is not a copy." Tohma spoke softly, taking a small step forward, "Bombay is a person, just like you should have been." Mamoru laughed and stood out in front of the desk, " I was a person.." Mamoru jumped at the older man, throwing them both to the floor, and attempted to get his hands around Tohma's neck.
"Why didn't you leave us? We were happy!" he screamed as Tohma flicked the blades back and threw the boy from his body, before he could recover Tohma had straddled his waist and had his wrists pinned under his hands. "You weren't happy." He hissed, " You were both used as experiments and as Assassins to further his own cause! You WANTED to be free! Shuichi let you be free!" Mamoru growled, hatred on his face as he struggled to move Tohma's hands from his wrists. " I didn't want to leave my family" he growled, before the hatred melted away and a look of terror replaced it.
"What?" Tohma started to ask as a large hand grasped his neck in one hand and threw him back, away from the boy. He hit the wall with a thump and slid down, his head bowed. "I'm going to kill you" a familiar voice snarled and Tohma froze, as two large hands grabbed the front of his dark coat and hauled him to his feet, before slamming him back into the wall repeatedly, and throwing him to the ground, face first. Tohma struggled to get up onto his elbows and again he was grabbed and thrown into the wall, his head connecting with a solid thunk. As he slid to the ground for the third time he realized, there was no stopping Eiri now, he was in a berserker rage and he could only fight back now to save his own life.
Behind the two, watching with a smirk on his face, Shuichi watched as Yuki beat the living daylights out of Siamese. "And now it ends Siamese" he whispered, ready to watch the show.
Yuki was quite enjoying his chance to get back at the one who'd hurt his family. He could barely see through the rage that clouded his vision as Shuichi's attacker again slid to the ground, leaving a trail of blood on the wall. The thought of making this monster bleed made him smile and he strode forward, ready to attack again.
Tohma steadied himself and took a painful breath. As Yuki stalked towards his victim, Tohma reached into his coat for the darts Bombay had given him. Yuki lifted him from the ground one handed, ready to slam his head through the wall again, as Tohma's hand slammed towards his stomach, dart in hand. Unfortunately, Yuki was quicker. The hand was grabbed and his body dropped, forcing tremendous strain on Tohma's arm, breaking it instantly. Tohma screamed out in surprise and pain and was quickly released to drop back to the floor. Yuki froze, this man had Tohma's voice. "impossible" his mind was telling him, "you're imagining things." Confusion overtook the anger as he again reached for the man at his feet, but instead of slamming him into the wall like he'd intended to, he lifted the semi-conscious man to sit facing him. He lifted the bowed head with one hand and choked, this was Tohma! His other hand lifted shakily and shifted the blonde bangs from the man's forehead, to see the gash upon his head, the one he'd caused.
Tohma became aware of hands on his face and he flinched back, thinking the worst. In front of him, sat Eiri, shellshocked, his hands still in the air where they'd been on his face. "Tohma?" he whispered, suddenly reminding Tohma of the 16 year old he'd once known, before flinging himself into the older mans arms and whispering repeated "I'm sorries" into the mans ear. The situation brought back memories of the last time Eiri had been like this, when he had been 16 and he realized with a start, that had been the day that had sealed everything. "It's okay" Tohma whispered back, his hand on the younger mans hair, like it had been that day…
"Well so much for that" Mamoru spoke from the desk, riffling through the desks contents. Coming back to himself, Yuki backed away from Tohma and turned to his lover, "Shuichi?" he asked confused. "Sorry Sweetie," Mamoru spoke, "Shuichi ain't here right now. Just me." So saying he raised a gun that he'd hidden in the desk and turned to the two on the floor. "Well, as fun as it has been, I have revenge to get. So I'll be killing you and going for the little copy now." Mamoru winked and pulled the trigger, just as a wire wrapped around his hand, forcing the gun from his hold. "What?" Mamoru snarled, yanking his arm in close to his body as a tall dark figure stepped out of the shadows near the window. Tohma blinked, How the hell had Balinese gotten in here? The smirk on the blonde Assassin's face guaranteed Tohma would never know, knowing Balinese's penchant for dramatic entrances. "Ya miss me Siamese?" he asked, winking over the top of his sunglasses and Yuki jerked towards Tohma. "Siamese?" he asked, a cool edge to his voice. "You were the one sending notes? You were the one who kidnapped Shuichi?" Balinese shifted and raised a cigarette to his lips smirking, "You could really get into trouble if you keep kidnapping underage bishonen you know.."
"Shuichi is NOT underage Balinese, and I didn't take him, I only took Bombay. The notes, they were written to me, not from Siamese…" Yuki blinked as Tohma turned from him and back towards Shuichi, "Our first priority here is Mamoru and Shuichi." The boy behind the desk backed away as Tohma and Balinese closed in on him, one on each side. The boy growled and raised his fists, "you won't stop me traitor!" he ran towards Tohma, already injured, he would be an easy target, the sound of wires being thrown before the boy was jerked back, a thin line of blood circling his neck and wrists. " Hold still" Balinese ordered, holding on loosely so as not to cause damage. Mamoru had no intention of stopping and tried to move forward again. A slight tug on the wires brought him down to his knees and he finally conceded, his head bowed. Tohma stepped forward and knelt beside the boy gently bringing his face back up, "I'm sorry"