Dakkanya, Get Back the shattered mirror
A/N: My first Get Backers fanfic . . . Wah!!! I really love Akabane!!! He's so cool . . .
Disclaimer: heh! I've already hired Ban and Ginji to retrieve my Jackal!
Warning: a yaoi-freak here
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"Dakkanya, Get Back the shattered mirror"
By: angst-drivenpuppet
Chapter 1: Lost Reflection
'Death . . . so exciting . . .'
What words to describe this person? A psycho . . . everyone thinks of him as one, a psycho who enjoys having the pleasure of killing someone. It doesn't matter to him whether who he kills, as long as he's having fun.
He likes the feeling, when people run away from him . . . when refreshing blood splatters all around . . . when the smell of fresh, silent people paves his way as his stepping stone.
But, no matter how much he finds amusement on carnage, he craves for something else . . . the feeling of running his scalpels on this gorgeous man's supine torso . . . and this sensation when his koibito assails him with pieces and pieces of broken glass . . . but, alas . . . this time has come to an end . . . when his lover falls out of interest in him . . .
But no, both of them know that all of that was nothing but a fling . . . nothing serious . . . both of them are masochists . . . and sadists . . . both could only find pleasure with each other . . . so much alike . . .a fling . . . they only need each other when they want to do sex . . . just sex, not making love...
But now he has work . . . not even that glass-breaking idiot would maker him disturb it . . .
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"Jackal?"
Pair of eyes opened . . . and met with brown ones.
"Magumura-kun . . ." he coldly stated, thus, making the middle-aged man panic.
"Akabane . . ." he nervously said.
"What is it? Mister-no-brake?"
"How could you still live after Kagami ripped your internal organs?"
"He did?" he stood up and grabbed his hat. "Then I guess I'll have to show him whose boss." He smiled and disappeared from the hakobiya's sight.
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He knew how to find him . . . either in Babylon city, or within the lower area abiding by Makubex's commands . . . yet, depressing as it is, he found him nowhere . . .
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A familiar place stands before him, Honky Tonk Café, the place where to find those two . . . dakkanya, Get Backers.
The bells of the door ringed and thus the cheerful waitress, Mizuki Natsumi, greeted the appalling man in sight.
"A-ka-ba-ne . . . san???" Ginji, now stunned hid behind his partner's back.
"What the fuck are you doing here Akabane?" Ban furiously stated.
"Yare yare . . . I know when I am mostly unwanted, but . . . unless you want to be paid for 3—"
"What do you want? You're hiring US? Are you not a professional? You could do this by yourself you know." Ban said.
"I don't like this job . . . it doesn't involve my past time . . ."
"Who is the client?"
"I am."
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A/N: hehe...
A/N: My first Get Backers fanfic . . . Wah!!! I really love Akabane!!! He's so cool . . .
Disclaimer: heh! I've already hired Ban and Ginji to retrieve my Jackal!
Warning: a yaoi-freak here
--
"Dakkanya, Get Back the shattered mirror"
By: angst-drivenpuppet
Chapter 1: Lost Reflection
'Death . . . so exciting . . .'
What words to describe this person? A psycho . . . everyone thinks of him as one, a psycho who enjoys having the pleasure of killing someone. It doesn't matter to him whether who he kills, as long as he's having fun.
He likes the feeling, when people run away from him . . . when refreshing blood splatters all around . . . when the smell of fresh, silent people paves his way as his stepping stone.
But, no matter how much he finds amusement on carnage, he craves for something else . . . the feeling of running his scalpels on this gorgeous man's supine torso . . . and this sensation when his koibito assails him with pieces and pieces of broken glass . . . but, alas . . . this time has come to an end . . . when his lover falls out of interest in him . . .
But no, both of them know that all of that was nothing but a fling . . . nothing serious . . . both of them are masochists . . . and sadists . . . both could only find pleasure with each other . . . so much alike . . .a fling . . . they only need each other when they want to do sex . . . just sex, not making love...
But now he has work . . . not even that glass-breaking idiot would maker him disturb it . . .
--
"Jackal?"
Pair of eyes opened . . . and met with brown ones.
"Magumura-kun . . ." he coldly stated, thus, making the middle-aged man panic.
"Akabane . . ." he nervously said.
"What is it? Mister-no-brake?"
"How could you still live after Kagami ripped your internal organs?"
"He did?" he stood up and grabbed his hat. "Then I guess I'll have to show him whose boss." He smiled and disappeared from the hakobiya's sight.
--
He knew how to find him . . . either in Babylon city, or within the lower area abiding by Makubex's commands . . . yet, depressing as it is, he found him nowhere . . .
--
A familiar place stands before him, Honky Tonk Café, the place where to find those two . . . dakkanya, Get Backers.
The bells of the door ringed and thus the cheerful waitress, Mizuki Natsumi, greeted the appalling man in sight.
"A-ka-ba-ne . . . san???" Ginji, now stunned hid behind his partner's back.
"What the fuck are you doing here Akabane?" Ban furiously stated.
"Yare yare . . . I know when I am mostly unwanted, but . . . unless you want to be paid for 3—"
"What do you want? You're hiring US? Are you not a professional? You could do this by yourself you know." Ban said.
"I don't like this job . . . it doesn't involve my past time . . ."
"Who is the client?"
"I am."
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A/N: hehe...