Showndra Ridge - Yay! ~passes forks around~
Lil Yaten Fae - ............. ^^;
Naomi Hunter - I could see why you'd say that. "Yukiiiiiiiii!!!!!!!"
~cringe~ oh yeah. Oh, and don't worry. You'll like it again soon. ^^
Kenren19 - MUAHAHA.....
TheSilentSenshi - He does?
Apocolyptoblivion - Did I spell that right? ;;; OOoooh, author alert....
~blushes~
Teh Tarik - Oh you have NO idea....hahahaha
KymorieMuto - Oh yeah. Dr.Pepper, 1997. Ouch.
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Aizawa Tachi drained the last bit of his Mountain Dew, then casually stood. He sauntered over to the bar, making it look as if he were ordering another drink. He had one hand in his pocket, and the other one was drumming on the bar a bit nervously. His fingers toed with the objects in his pockets. Five darts, two with poison and three with tranquilizers. He hoped he didn't have to use the two green ones. Aizawa snapped his fingers suddenly.
The small sound caused four men, who no one had noticed because they had waited for Aizawa there during the dinner, to jump and attack their planned targets. Aizawa rolled his eyes and Ken-chan and Ma-kun ran out the door.
Shuichi was still trying to get tickling feeling out of his nose when someone suddenly wrapped their arms around his neck tightly. He tried to get out of the fierce headlock, kicking whoever was holding him. Hiroshi had done this, but nowhere near this tightly, or for as long. He needed air! Shuichi's eyes widened as the hair on his body stood on end. Oh no... This was bad. Shuichi's pupils narrowed the slits, and the world faded from view.
Tohma was barely aware of things to begin with, but when someone tried to strangle him, it woke him up a bit. He jabbed repeatedly with his elbows, hitting his captor's ribcage sharply. The person made several grunting noises then a yelp. "Aizawa!" The man called out, then reach up catch something that Aizawa threw at him. Tohma took this moment to break free and run for it.
He didn't get far before something sharp shot into his neck. Tohma was unconscious before he hit the ground.
Ryuichi's eyes widened as someone hit the ground next to him. The man that had his hands around his neck was apparently a novice, because one carefully placed elbow got rid of him. He got down on the floor, maneuvering toward the collapsed Tohma.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed seeing Ryuichi on the move. "Get him!" He yelled to the nearest thug, the one that had gotten an elbow in the face by Ryuichi moments beforehand.
Ryuichi heard scuffling and moved faster. Time seemed to slow to a stop as he managed to drag both himself and Tohma behind the bar. Plucking the dart out of Tohma's neck (it sickened him to know it was still there), he tried to keep his band mate safe. Ryuichi wasn't sure why he was being so protective. Tohma was usually achingly self-assured, or at played at it well. But now... now Tohma was helpless, and it made Ryuichi's heart ache to leave him. However, as he heard someone running toward them, he knew it was over.
Hiroshi fought off the idiot that held him, noting that the bartender was one of Aizawa's goons himself. Friend of the band, my ass. Hiroshi cursed, trying to pry the dart out of the man's hand. He cringed, feeling the man's nails dig into his skin. He struggled for a few more moments, and then froze as something pierced his wrist. "Oh shi...." Hiroshi trailed off, dropping to the floor.
Shuichi was tired of all this, and began getting very angry indeed. His best friend, his fiancé, and his boss were all sprawled on the floor. Shuichi began panicking, knowing that there were only two darts that contained sedatives, the other three had poison inside. So unless someone was faking it, one of them was in major trouble.
He threw his captor out the window casually, and with only a small sickening thud.
Ryuichi heard the person run up to them. Their footsteps were heavy, harsh. Ryuichi slumped over Tohma, hoping to appear much in the same state. At least if he didn't look conscious, they might not see fit to waste a dart on him. Ryuichi jumped as a shot ran out in the air. He squeezed his eyes shut tight. Oh no oh no oh no....
"HANDS UP!!" Came a voice. Shuichi dropped the man he was choking, and put his hands up in the air. K rolled his eyes. "Not you, Shuichi." He said, glaring at the men on the ground. "Here." K said, handing the loaded gun to Shuichi, who held it an arm's length as if it carried the plaque. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ken-chan and Ma-kun peeking in the doorway. Shuichi snickered.
K ran over to Ryuichi and Tohma, looking extremely worried. He placed a hand on Ryuichi's hair gently, knowing that if the idol were awake, he wouldn't be very stable. Ryuichi turned his head toward K, diminutive blue glittering with unshed tears. He got off of Tohma wordlessly, but kept in constant contact with him.
K's mouth went dry as he looked Tohma over. He recognized the dart that lay beside him. Green. Bloody hell. "K, what's wrong with Tohma? I took out the dart, but what was in it?" Ryuichi asked, his voice wavering dangerously as he tried in vain to keep the tears in. K swallowed.
Shuichi ran over to where K was. Police had since come to pick up the thugs and, much to his dismay, Aizawa had escaped somewhere amidst the chaos. Hiroshi went back to the station with a couple officers to provide a detailed report of the event. Ryuichi felt Shuichi nearby, as shot out a hand for him. Shuichi took it instantly, kissing it a few times, relieved beyond words that Ryuichi had been faking it. Tohma, however, was not.
"Chartreuse. A mixture of arsenic and strychnine, with some other shit thrown in. It's good that you took out the dart, Ryuichi, but I don't know how much of this got into him. This stuff was banned long ago. How he got it is beyond me." K said quietly, as paramedics surrounded Tohma, shoving everyone else out of the way. Ryuichi started to sob, burying his face in Shuichi's shirt. Shuichi caressed his hair, murmuring soothing words of little consequence, but were calming nonetheless.
K handed a small vial to the paramedics, who nodded at him gratefully. It wouldn't stop the poison, but it would slow it down greatly, giving some of it a chance to metabolize. Tohma might have a fighting chance. Shuichi noticed how very pale Tohma was. White as snow, lips as blue as Ryuichi's eyes, the pale skin complimenting his champagne hair beautifully. The keyboardist wasn't sweating at all, and looked quite serene. It made Shuichi want to scream at him, yell at him; scold him for scaring them all. It made him want to shake Tohma until he woke up and gave him that damned unnerving smile of his. He didn't love Tohma that way, but it placed a vice on his heart ever still.
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Aizawa Tachi drained the last bit of his Mountain Dew, then casually stood. He sauntered over to the bar, making it look as if he were ordering another drink. He had one hand in his pocket, and the other one was drumming on the bar a bit nervously. His fingers toed with the objects in his pockets. Five darts, two with poison and three with tranquilizers. He hoped he didn't have to use the two green ones. Aizawa snapped his fingers suddenly.
The small sound caused four men, who no one had noticed because they had waited for Aizawa there during the dinner, to jump and attack their planned targets. Aizawa rolled his eyes and Ken-chan and Ma-kun ran out the door.
Shuichi was still trying to get tickling feeling out of his nose when someone suddenly wrapped their arms around his neck tightly. He tried to get out of the fierce headlock, kicking whoever was holding him. Hiroshi had done this, but nowhere near this tightly, or for as long. He needed air! Shuichi's eyes widened as the hair on his body stood on end. Oh no... This was bad. Shuichi's pupils narrowed the slits, and the world faded from view.
Tohma was barely aware of things to begin with, but when someone tried to strangle him, it woke him up a bit. He jabbed repeatedly with his elbows, hitting his captor's ribcage sharply. The person made several grunting noises then a yelp. "Aizawa!" The man called out, then reach up catch something that Aizawa threw at him. Tohma took this moment to break free and run for it.
He didn't get far before something sharp shot into his neck. Tohma was unconscious before he hit the ground.
Ryuichi's eyes widened as someone hit the ground next to him. The man that had his hands around his neck was apparently a novice, because one carefully placed elbow got rid of him. He got down on the floor, maneuvering toward the collapsed Tohma.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed seeing Ryuichi on the move. "Get him!" He yelled to the nearest thug, the one that had gotten an elbow in the face by Ryuichi moments beforehand.
Ryuichi heard scuffling and moved faster. Time seemed to slow to a stop as he managed to drag both himself and Tohma behind the bar. Plucking the dart out of Tohma's neck (it sickened him to know it was still there), he tried to keep his band mate safe. Ryuichi wasn't sure why he was being so protective. Tohma was usually achingly self-assured, or at played at it well. But now... now Tohma was helpless, and it made Ryuichi's heart ache to leave him. However, as he heard someone running toward them, he knew it was over.
Hiroshi fought off the idiot that held him, noting that the bartender was one of Aizawa's goons himself. Friend of the band, my ass. Hiroshi cursed, trying to pry the dart out of the man's hand. He cringed, feeling the man's nails dig into his skin. He struggled for a few more moments, and then froze as something pierced his wrist. "Oh shi...." Hiroshi trailed off, dropping to the floor.
Shuichi was tired of all this, and began getting very angry indeed. His best friend, his fiancé, and his boss were all sprawled on the floor. Shuichi began panicking, knowing that there were only two darts that contained sedatives, the other three had poison inside. So unless someone was faking it, one of them was in major trouble.
He threw his captor out the window casually, and with only a small sickening thud.
Ryuichi heard the person run up to them. Their footsteps were heavy, harsh. Ryuichi slumped over Tohma, hoping to appear much in the same state. At least if he didn't look conscious, they might not see fit to waste a dart on him. Ryuichi jumped as a shot ran out in the air. He squeezed his eyes shut tight. Oh no oh no oh no....
"HANDS UP!!" Came a voice. Shuichi dropped the man he was choking, and put his hands up in the air. K rolled his eyes. "Not you, Shuichi." He said, glaring at the men on the ground. "Here." K said, handing the loaded gun to Shuichi, who held it an arm's length as if it carried the plaque. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Ken-chan and Ma-kun peeking in the doorway. Shuichi snickered.
K ran over to Ryuichi and Tohma, looking extremely worried. He placed a hand on Ryuichi's hair gently, knowing that if the idol were awake, he wouldn't be very stable. Ryuichi turned his head toward K, diminutive blue glittering with unshed tears. He got off of Tohma wordlessly, but kept in constant contact with him.
K's mouth went dry as he looked Tohma over. He recognized the dart that lay beside him. Green. Bloody hell. "K, what's wrong with Tohma? I took out the dart, but what was in it?" Ryuichi asked, his voice wavering dangerously as he tried in vain to keep the tears in. K swallowed.
Shuichi ran over to where K was. Police had since come to pick up the thugs and, much to his dismay, Aizawa had escaped somewhere amidst the chaos. Hiroshi went back to the station with a couple officers to provide a detailed report of the event. Ryuichi felt Shuichi nearby, as shot out a hand for him. Shuichi took it instantly, kissing it a few times, relieved beyond words that Ryuichi had been faking it. Tohma, however, was not.
"Chartreuse. A mixture of arsenic and strychnine, with some other shit thrown in. It's good that you took out the dart, Ryuichi, but I don't know how much of this got into him. This stuff was banned long ago. How he got it is beyond me." K said quietly, as paramedics surrounded Tohma, shoving everyone else out of the way. Ryuichi started to sob, burying his face in Shuichi's shirt. Shuichi caressed his hair, murmuring soothing words of little consequence, but were calming nonetheless.
K handed a small vial to the paramedics, who nodded at him gratefully. It wouldn't stop the poison, but it would slow it down greatly, giving some of it a chance to metabolize. Tohma might have a fighting chance. Shuichi noticed how very pale Tohma was. White as snow, lips as blue as Ryuichi's eyes, the pale skin complimenting his champagne hair beautifully. The keyboardist wasn't sweating at all, and looked quite serene. It made Shuichi want to scream at him, yell at him; scold him for scaring them all. It made him want to shake Tohma until he woke up and gave him that damned unnerving smile of his. He didn't love Tohma that way, but it placed a vice on his heart ever still.