Dum de dum dum dum. Whenever I'm F*#&ing bored, I sing a stupid song, and whistle a tuneless dirge so no one ever knows I can really siiiiiing, while lazing about my house I write silly fanfics, ones that have angst and dicks, and lemons tooo-oooo. Uhm... The King and I?? -backs away nervously- Uhm... Caffine? Cheese? -turns tail and flees-
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Morning was breaking. Hated, unwanted morning. Rose colored light pouring in through lidless windows, reminding him that the night has passed and he was still sitting up. His back was aching from too long a period of time spent upright on the lumpy-new couch. They hadn't had a chance to properly break it in yet. Hell, Youji didn't want to consider any furniture broken in until he and Aya had had sex on it at least once or twice. Like that would happen any time soon.
"You still up?" Ken snuck up behind him.
Youji put a hand over his quickened heartbeat. "Thanks for the warning! One of these times you're going to get seriously maimed!"
Ken smiled, trying not to stretch his swollen lower lip. "It's a little late for that warning." He sat next to Youji. "I can stay up for a while now, go and get some sleep."
"You don't look very rested to me."
"Didn't get much shut eye. I felt the need to wake Omi up every few hours to make sure he hadn't slipped off to la-la land forever. Aya isn't back yet?" Ken frowned at the front door. "If he's not back in a few hours we definitely need to look into it."
Youji refrained from commenting, wanting to look into it now. Trying to twist and pop his back all he managed to do was send some sharp pains running down his spine. "Hate this couch."
"Lean forward." Ken shifted closer, running bent knuckles up either side of Youji's spine. "The first place he'd go would be the hospital, right? It's only logical to make sure it's not a bluff before charging off to try to make some unknown enemy pay."
"Mmhmm." Youji agreed, not really paying much attention. "A bit higher... right there." He leaned into the rough touch delivering him from that niggling pain.
"Been a while, eh?" Ken continued talking, never halting the repetitive motions of his hand. "Either way, we'll give Omi some more sleep time and see what sort of condition he's in when he wakes up. How he is will shape our next plan of action. Finding Aya is our next big must-do."
Youji put forth some more agreeable sounds, perfectly content to let someone else make the decisions. It got tiring always being responsible in some way or another for Aya's actions. "I haven't had a nice backrub in forever." He let his head rest against Ken's shoulder, eyes drooping with newly noted weariness.
Ken didn't question the lack of forthcoming massages from Aya's direction. Their private life wasn't his business, Aya had made that crystal clear whenever possible.
Ken was just getting ready to doze off, lulled by the rhythmic stroking he was slowly tapering off and the warm body slumped against his side, when the whispery sounds of bare feet on wooden floors alerted his senses.
"Ken?" Omi crawled up onto the couch next to him. "I couldn't find you when I woke up." He sounded like a sleepy child, voice slurred, a tad unsure. Omi lifted Ken's free arm and burrowed down under it. "I didn't know where you were. My head hurts."
Ken sighed and ran gentle fingers across the much diminished lump on the back of Omi's head, parting mussed blonde hair to get a better look. Omi made no protest, asleep again.
"Shit." Ken shook him gently, trying to keep Youji still on his other side. "Omi, wake up."
"Hmmm?"
He received a sleepy little frown. "Ken? Where'd you go? I woke up and you were gone? When did I come down here?" He rubbed balled up fists across unfocused eyes.
"Do you remember what happened?" Ken asked.
"Yeah. And I looked and looked, but you weren't there." A child on the verge of muted hysterics.
"Do you remember why your head hurts?" He smoothed tangled bangs away from confused cornflower eyes.
Omi shook his head. "No. I don't want to remember. Just want to sleep for a while. You won't go away again?"
"No, just get some rest, I'll be right here." Ken sighed and tried to make himself comfortable between the two sleeping assassins on either side. "I feel like the interior of a sandwich."
"Yeah, you sort of look like one too." Youji informed him, not quite asleep as previously assumed. "Am I to take it that Omi won't be involved in any of our future plans for the day?"
"Yup." Ken shifted, resting his own head on top of Omi's. "You want we should just sleep for a few hours more?"
Youji turned his head, chin resting on Ken's newly exposed neck. "Hey, I've got plenty of good reasons to do the opposite. I've got an Aya running around out there doing who the fuck knows what, and I'm certainly not inclined to leave him to his own devices."
"He can take care of himself."
"In the most basic sense of those words, yes he can. He's not exactly Champion of Sane Reactions. Hate to say it, but I'm worried about him. If you want to stick around here and keep an eye on Omi, go for it. I'd feel concern about leaving him here by himself anyway. I need to get out though, hunt him down."
"You're not going to get any sleep beforehand?"
Youji shook his head, pointy chin grinding against Ken's collarbone. "No such luck. Time waits for no man, and Aya has no concept of time when he's busy being psycho." He stood, stretching his arms above his head until he heard that series of 'cracks' he'd been waiting for, up and down his back.
"Going to grab a shower first. You can think about whether or not you're participating in this. If not, I'm afraid I'm going to have to 'borrow' your car. Aya's in possession of the one he and I were sharing."
Ken settled down, cradling Omi's heavy head against his chest, making an effort to keep awake. These next few days would be tired ones, he already knew that much. And there was still the question of Kakaria. He didn't want to stand her up. She was a nice girl, but things were beyond hectic and he still had Omi to contend with. Hell, his opinion of Omi had gone up in the past day just because of the near loss. It was human nature to fail to properly appreciate something until it was in danger.
"Wake up."
Ken blinked himself back into awareness, Youji standing over him, dressed for a voyage into the outside world, hair almost dried. "I fell asleep?" He rubbed at his face, trying to throw off that comfortable lethargy. It was hard to think about actually doing something when he was beyond warm and content.
"I'll give you a call every few hours." Youji set the cordless phone on the arm of the couch next to him. "That way you'll know nothing happened to me, and I'll know if I need to get my ass back here because something's going down. No one should attempt anything while it's daylight so you'll be safe to nap, I'd assume. Wish me luck."
"G'luck." Ken closed his eyes again, preferring sleep to temporary leave-taking.
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Time blurred into an endless stream of wearied traveling. It'd been a long while since Aya had been this up close and personal with the city's sewer systems and he'd been lost so many times it didn't bear thinking about. They were down here, somewhere. Waiting. He wasn't going to give up until he'd found them and made them pay. Until he had his sister back.
His legs went out from underneath his body as the ground below dropped down a number of feet, unseen in the darkness. He bit back curse after curse, teeth grinding together as he mastered his pain. He could already feel the pulsing warmth of infection branching up his damaged leg. It didn't matter. He'd come this far, bullying those in the know until he'd found this lead. There were far worse things than overgrown rats hiding out down in this muck pit.
His hand slid down the wall before it found a purchase, levering himself back into a standing position. They'd probably been right to try and stop him. He was in no shape to be trekking off to war at this point. The fact that he was willing to even mentally discuss the topic with himself was a sign that his body had reached its limits.
Whether he found his prey or not, Aya had no idea how he'd manage to leave. He didn't know how much further his ailing body would be willing to take him. The next time he fell might be the last time, left to drown, face down in the filthy waters below him.
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"So, he basically was flipping out?" Youji leaned across the counter, rephrasing the nurse's fifteen-minute tirade. He rubbed distractedly at the ache forming behind his eyes.
"I'd say so. He took a few minutes to verify that she was gone, and then he was gone. Took off like a bat out of hell."
"And you have no idea where he was headed next?"
"He said some crazy stuff about getting revenge."
"Well that is to be assumed!" Youji snorted, exasperated. He hated dealing with people who didn't comprehend Aya's inherent quirks. It was a time waster, having to explain the whats and whys of any given situation. The world would be so much nicer if everyone understood not to expect sane reactions from Aya, and more importantly, if the world wouldn't hold him responsible for any oddities as he came tripping along through the aftermath."
"He is going to pay for the damage he caused, right?" The nurse snapped her gum at him. Youji wondered if she'd ever choked herself on that massive wad of chewing gum in her mouth.
"Barring another unexpected house fire, you can reach me at this address." Youji scribbled out their current abode's statistics. "I'm perfectly willing to reimburse you for any damages you can prove to be related to Mr. Fujimiya."
"House fire?" She asked his retreating form. "Goddamned idiots, think they can do whatever they please." She snapped her gum a few more times before responding to the newly ringing phone, cursing everyone and anyone's existence before rolling the requisite perky greeting off her tongue.
Youji strolled around, looking at the various decimated electronic implements, took a moment to peer around the girl's empty room. Glass crunched underfoot as he strode about, searching for some sort of clue. The shattered, plate glass window was just one of the many indications of Aya's terrible rage.
"Damnit! If I were Aya and completely insane to boot, where would I head next? Who would I know of that might know of my sister's location?" He spoke aloud to himself, trying to reason out a plan of action. Aya could be anywhere. He left the room, headed for the elevator. He'd just have to keep thinking. Something would turn up.
"No! I said I don't want to go! Where's my mommy!" A young child shrieked as she was all but dragged past Youji, down the hallway. The entire right side of her face was covered with a bandage, blood seeping through. He could see from the damage peeping from underneath the slipping bandage that her right eye was entirely gone; it had to be judging by the underlying structure damage. One eye...
"One-Eye!!!" Youji yelped triumphantly. The nurse dragging the upset child along gave him a glare worthy of Aya's appreciation. "He'd go see One-Eye. Maybe not first, but somewhere in the scheme of things!" He toned this revelation down. He really needed to stop talking to himself aloud.
One-Eye had been a very important contact in his day. He supplied anything to everyone, and being a blind old man, much was said around him. Anyone who was responsible for the well being of a comatose young girl would need special equipment, right? Who better to get that from than One-Eye? Unlike the government suppliers, he wouldn't require paperwork or elaborate explanations.
"Don't run!" The gum snapper shouted after Youji as he breezed by her. He did not deign to reply. He had other things on his mind.
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Mwah ha! Go me, I have another finished chapter available. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be able to come up with something to officially offset the whole cliché "Oh no! Aya/Ran's sister is gone!" plot. And I still have to take care of that lying little whore, Ken! -stomps on him- Shame on you, Ken! Making silly, concussed little Omi sad. -tries to think up evil things-, I'll try to put some time into the next chapter, but with my schedule, don't count on anything for a few days. Give me encouragement! Make my poor, aching feet happy! E-mail me at darkhunter@ijustdontcare.com or akainobaka@mchsi.com and give me a feedback! You're allowed to say bad things if you feel they're justified! Make my day, mortals!
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Morning was breaking. Hated, unwanted morning. Rose colored light pouring in through lidless windows, reminding him that the night has passed and he was still sitting up. His back was aching from too long a period of time spent upright on the lumpy-new couch. They hadn't had a chance to properly break it in yet. Hell, Youji didn't want to consider any furniture broken in until he and Aya had had sex on it at least once or twice. Like that would happen any time soon.
"You still up?" Ken snuck up behind him.
Youji put a hand over his quickened heartbeat. "Thanks for the warning! One of these times you're going to get seriously maimed!"
Ken smiled, trying not to stretch his swollen lower lip. "It's a little late for that warning." He sat next to Youji. "I can stay up for a while now, go and get some sleep."
"You don't look very rested to me."
"Didn't get much shut eye. I felt the need to wake Omi up every few hours to make sure he hadn't slipped off to la-la land forever. Aya isn't back yet?" Ken frowned at the front door. "If he's not back in a few hours we definitely need to look into it."
Youji refrained from commenting, wanting to look into it now. Trying to twist and pop his back all he managed to do was send some sharp pains running down his spine. "Hate this couch."
"Lean forward." Ken shifted closer, running bent knuckles up either side of Youji's spine. "The first place he'd go would be the hospital, right? It's only logical to make sure it's not a bluff before charging off to try to make some unknown enemy pay."
"Mmhmm." Youji agreed, not really paying much attention. "A bit higher... right there." He leaned into the rough touch delivering him from that niggling pain.
"Been a while, eh?" Ken continued talking, never halting the repetitive motions of his hand. "Either way, we'll give Omi some more sleep time and see what sort of condition he's in when he wakes up. How he is will shape our next plan of action. Finding Aya is our next big must-do."
Youji put forth some more agreeable sounds, perfectly content to let someone else make the decisions. It got tiring always being responsible in some way or another for Aya's actions. "I haven't had a nice backrub in forever." He let his head rest against Ken's shoulder, eyes drooping with newly noted weariness.
Ken didn't question the lack of forthcoming massages from Aya's direction. Their private life wasn't his business, Aya had made that crystal clear whenever possible.
Ken was just getting ready to doze off, lulled by the rhythmic stroking he was slowly tapering off and the warm body slumped against his side, when the whispery sounds of bare feet on wooden floors alerted his senses.
"Ken?" Omi crawled up onto the couch next to him. "I couldn't find you when I woke up." He sounded like a sleepy child, voice slurred, a tad unsure. Omi lifted Ken's free arm and burrowed down under it. "I didn't know where you were. My head hurts."
Ken sighed and ran gentle fingers across the much diminished lump on the back of Omi's head, parting mussed blonde hair to get a better look. Omi made no protest, asleep again.
"Shit." Ken shook him gently, trying to keep Youji still on his other side. "Omi, wake up."
"Hmmm?"
He received a sleepy little frown. "Ken? Where'd you go? I woke up and you were gone? When did I come down here?" He rubbed balled up fists across unfocused eyes.
"Do you remember what happened?" Ken asked.
"Yeah. And I looked and looked, but you weren't there." A child on the verge of muted hysterics.
"Do you remember why your head hurts?" He smoothed tangled bangs away from confused cornflower eyes.
Omi shook his head. "No. I don't want to remember. Just want to sleep for a while. You won't go away again?"
"No, just get some rest, I'll be right here." Ken sighed and tried to make himself comfortable between the two sleeping assassins on either side. "I feel like the interior of a sandwich."
"Yeah, you sort of look like one too." Youji informed him, not quite asleep as previously assumed. "Am I to take it that Omi won't be involved in any of our future plans for the day?"
"Yup." Ken shifted, resting his own head on top of Omi's. "You want we should just sleep for a few hours more?"
Youji turned his head, chin resting on Ken's newly exposed neck. "Hey, I've got plenty of good reasons to do the opposite. I've got an Aya running around out there doing who the fuck knows what, and I'm certainly not inclined to leave him to his own devices."
"He can take care of himself."
"In the most basic sense of those words, yes he can. He's not exactly Champion of Sane Reactions. Hate to say it, but I'm worried about him. If you want to stick around here and keep an eye on Omi, go for it. I'd feel concern about leaving him here by himself anyway. I need to get out though, hunt him down."
"You're not going to get any sleep beforehand?"
Youji shook his head, pointy chin grinding against Ken's collarbone. "No such luck. Time waits for no man, and Aya has no concept of time when he's busy being psycho." He stood, stretching his arms above his head until he heard that series of 'cracks' he'd been waiting for, up and down his back.
"Going to grab a shower first. You can think about whether or not you're participating in this. If not, I'm afraid I'm going to have to 'borrow' your car. Aya's in possession of the one he and I were sharing."
Ken settled down, cradling Omi's heavy head against his chest, making an effort to keep awake. These next few days would be tired ones, he already knew that much. And there was still the question of Kakaria. He didn't want to stand her up. She was a nice girl, but things were beyond hectic and he still had Omi to contend with. Hell, his opinion of Omi had gone up in the past day just because of the near loss. It was human nature to fail to properly appreciate something until it was in danger.
"Wake up."
Ken blinked himself back into awareness, Youji standing over him, dressed for a voyage into the outside world, hair almost dried. "I fell asleep?" He rubbed at his face, trying to throw off that comfortable lethargy. It was hard to think about actually doing something when he was beyond warm and content.
"I'll give you a call every few hours." Youji set the cordless phone on the arm of the couch next to him. "That way you'll know nothing happened to me, and I'll know if I need to get my ass back here because something's going down. No one should attempt anything while it's daylight so you'll be safe to nap, I'd assume. Wish me luck."
"G'luck." Ken closed his eyes again, preferring sleep to temporary leave-taking.
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Time blurred into an endless stream of wearied traveling. It'd been a long while since Aya had been this up close and personal with the city's sewer systems and he'd been lost so many times it didn't bear thinking about. They were down here, somewhere. Waiting. He wasn't going to give up until he'd found them and made them pay. Until he had his sister back.
His legs went out from underneath his body as the ground below dropped down a number of feet, unseen in the darkness. He bit back curse after curse, teeth grinding together as he mastered his pain. He could already feel the pulsing warmth of infection branching up his damaged leg. It didn't matter. He'd come this far, bullying those in the know until he'd found this lead. There were far worse things than overgrown rats hiding out down in this muck pit.
His hand slid down the wall before it found a purchase, levering himself back into a standing position. They'd probably been right to try and stop him. He was in no shape to be trekking off to war at this point. The fact that he was willing to even mentally discuss the topic with himself was a sign that his body had reached its limits.
Whether he found his prey or not, Aya had no idea how he'd manage to leave. He didn't know how much further his ailing body would be willing to take him. The next time he fell might be the last time, left to drown, face down in the filthy waters below him.
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"So, he basically was flipping out?" Youji leaned across the counter, rephrasing the nurse's fifteen-minute tirade. He rubbed distractedly at the ache forming behind his eyes.
"I'd say so. He took a few minutes to verify that she was gone, and then he was gone. Took off like a bat out of hell."
"And you have no idea where he was headed next?"
"He said some crazy stuff about getting revenge."
"Well that is to be assumed!" Youji snorted, exasperated. He hated dealing with people who didn't comprehend Aya's inherent quirks. It was a time waster, having to explain the whats and whys of any given situation. The world would be so much nicer if everyone understood not to expect sane reactions from Aya, and more importantly, if the world wouldn't hold him responsible for any oddities as he came tripping along through the aftermath."
"He is going to pay for the damage he caused, right?" The nurse snapped her gum at him. Youji wondered if she'd ever choked herself on that massive wad of chewing gum in her mouth.
"Barring another unexpected house fire, you can reach me at this address." Youji scribbled out their current abode's statistics. "I'm perfectly willing to reimburse you for any damages you can prove to be related to Mr. Fujimiya."
"House fire?" She asked his retreating form. "Goddamned idiots, think they can do whatever they please." She snapped her gum a few more times before responding to the newly ringing phone, cursing everyone and anyone's existence before rolling the requisite perky greeting off her tongue.
Youji strolled around, looking at the various decimated electronic implements, took a moment to peer around the girl's empty room. Glass crunched underfoot as he strode about, searching for some sort of clue. The shattered, plate glass window was just one of the many indications of Aya's terrible rage.
"Damnit! If I were Aya and completely insane to boot, where would I head next? Who would I know of that might know of my sister's location?" He spoke aloud to himself, trying to reason out a plan of action. Aya could be anywhere. He left the room, headed for the elevator. He'd just have to keep thinking. Something would turn up.
"No! I said I don't want to go! Where's my mommy!" A young child shrieked as she was all but dragged past Youji, down the hallway. The entire right side of her face was covered with a bandage, blood seeping through. He could see from the damage peeping from underneath the slipping bandage that her right eye was entirely gone; it had to be judging by the underlying structure damage. One eye...
"One-Eye!!!" Youji yelped triumphantly. The nurse dragging the upset child along gave him a glare worthy of Aya's appreciation. "He'd go see One-Eye. Maybe not first, but somewhere in the scheme of things!" He toned this revelation down. He really needed to stop talking to himself aloud.
One-Eye had been a very important contact in his day. He supplied anything to everyone, and being a blind old man, much was said around him. Anyone who was responsible for the well being of a comatose young girl would need special equipment, right? Who better to get that from than One-Eye? Unlike the government suppliers, he wouldn't require paperwork or elaborate explanations.
"Don't run!" The gum snapper shouted after Youji as he breezed by her. He did not deign to reply. He had other things on his mind.
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Mwah ha! Go me, I have another finished chapter available. Don't worry, I'm sure I'll be able to come up with something to officially offset the whole cliché "Oh no! Aya/Ran's sister is gone!" plot. And I still have to take care of that lying little whore, Ken! -stomps on him- Shame on you, Ken! Making silly, concussed little Omi sad. -tries to think up evil things-, I'll try to put some time into the next chapter, but with my schedule, don't count on anything for a few days. Give me encouragement! Make my poor, aching feet happy! E-mail me at darkhunter@ijustdontcare.com or akainobaka@mchsi.com and give me a feedback! You're allowed to say bad things if you feel they're justified! Make my day, mortals!