Driving Him Crazy
She cried out and lurched towards him, burying her face in his chest and drowning her sorrows in his warmth. He put one hand over her back and patted it gently, looking down at her with an expression of sorrow that almost resembled envy. He tried to cry, but could not get a single tear to come to his eyes. He held her next to him untill her cries died down to sobs, finally she pulled herself away and wiped her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I usually don't get this emotional..."
"You don't have to apologize to me, you're not the only person who's ever cried on my shoulder you know. It has not been long... and I suspect it will happen again soon enough."
"Who else cried on your shoulder?" Alica wondered, unable to think of anyone who would do so except... "Fox?"
"Ai ya!*" Long cursed, slapping himself across the forehead. "Do you really think I would let that psycho bitch anywhere near me? Ugh..."
"Sorry."
"For your information, I was talking about my sister."
"Oh, your family. I almost forgot about them."
"I don't blame you, I sometimes forget about them myself."
"But... aren't they the only reason you're here?"
"It is easy to get caught up in my work while I am away from them." he explained.
"I understand." They sat there on the couch for a few moments, just facing each other and staring own at the cushions. "Anyway, I uh... better go get ready for our assignment now..."
"You know where the door is." he stated, waiting for her to get up and leave.
"Uh... Long..."
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For...what just happened, for what you did. You could have just..."
"Well, I am not completely cold-hearted. I just like it to seem that way to most people."
"I see." she looked up into his face for a moment, before standing up off the couch and walking towards the door. "I'll be right back, I just have to bring a few things to help me hack into their security system."
"Whatever you do, try and get back before Fox does. I don't want to be alone with him."
"Alright." She sent him a smile before walking through the door and closing it softly behind her. He made himself comfortable on the couch and stared up at the ceiling, trying to figure out exactly why he had chosen to be nice to her anyway. Maybe it's the fact that we're both assassins against our will? He supposed that it was nice to have someone in the same situation to commiserate with, and he had to admit that she reminded him so much of what he had been like when he first became an assassin. Those days of sorrow and regret are over for me now... but it is nice to see someone who is still alive.
He had to admit it had been a long time since he'd been very close to anyone. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered with relationships, or if he even wanted them at all. Caring about people is not worth the pain that comes when they hurt you, he tried to remind himself. But... lonliness can be painfull too... even to me. Maybe she can just be my friend, that way she can't hurt me as much. Then there was a knock on the door. He got up and walked over to the door, peering through the peep-hole cautiously. I hope it's Alica and not... ugh! It had to be Fox, didn't it?
He reluctantely opened the door and allowed Hans to enter his room again. He was wearing the outfit he said he would be, a black mini-dress combined with black high heels. Long groaned in disgust at how much of his fake chest was showing. The scariest thing about this outfit was that, with his hair down and so much make-up on, he could actually pass for a woman without anyone being the wiser.
"What's a matter #318?" He covered his eyes to keep himself from looking at Fox anymore. "You don't look so good right now, and that's saying a lot since you usually look..."
"I believe I'm going to go blind!" he interrupted. "Sit down Fox, not one more word out of you! And for your own life's sake, don't cross your legs!"
"Aw..." he replied, walking towards the couch. "but don't you think I look pretty?"
"Pretty disturbing. Not to mention disgusting beyond belief... Now go sit down before I decide to go steal a lab coat and tie it over your hideous flesh!"
"Hideous!?!" he sat down in the middle of the couch. "Ah, you're so ruuude! Whatever is so wrong with a little bishie?"
"I fail to comprehend how anyone could find such cross-dressing in the least bit attractive." Long mumbled, leaving the door open and sitting back down in his recliner.
"It's all about beauty, dear!" Fox explained, fishing a compact out of his little black purse and using the mirror to check on his face make-up.
"It's times like this that I really wish I were ugly."
"What a horrible thing to say! How could you be ashamed of such bishounen looks?"
"I would rather look like Greg than be called bishounen! I am not!"
"It has two meanings you know. It can also mean lovely or pretty without meaning feminine, although I have to admit I wasn't using it that way."
"What about me looks feminine?" he demanded, jumping from his seat and walking into his bathroom to look in the mirror. "Name one thing!"
"Your hair." Fox replied, staying on the couch. "It is lovely long hair, you really ought to wear it down sometimes..."
"My hair?" he asked, flipping his ponytail foreward and glaring at it suspiciously. "You're just saying that because Alica wears her hair the same way! And we both wear glasses... I don't remind you of her do I?"
"Oh, not at all!" Fox replied, laughing devilishly. "Despite the whole feminine thing I'm only attracted to men, deary. And Alica is really such a pest... Although it is a strange coincedence that both of Tylon's best assassins wear loose ponytails and glasses." Long considered cutting his hair so Hans would leave him alone, but couldn't even think about actually doing it.
"No, it will not be cut. I like it this way... I've had it this way most of my life." he shook his head. "But if you think I'm going to wear it down for you you're in for a good strangling!"
"Would you like me to name something else then? I will..."
"Do it and I swear it will be the last word out of your mouth!"
"Ahem!" Alica's voice driften in from the doorway. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Alica, thank god!" #318 said, rushing back into the main room as she entered. "Yes, hopefully you are interrupting Fox's death, because if he doesn't shut up I swear I am going to kill him!"
"What did he do this time?"
"He called me bishounen!"
"So what?"
"So what!?!" he repeated. "Do I look feminine to you!?!"
"Well... uh... not exactly feminine, although you are lovely... but I'm sure Fox didn't mean..." she looked over at the transvestite's outfit. "What am I saying? Of course he meant it that way."
"I rest my case." Singh Long complained, folding his arms in resolution. "Anyway, we have a mission to perform. Follow me, you two." He walked out the door and held it open while they followed it out, locking it securely behind them.
"Aw, he is such a gentleman, don't you think?" Fox asked Alica. "Holding the door open for the ladies."
"Ladies?" #318 growled. Alica looked down hand saw his hands twitching uncontrollably, as if yearning to squeeze someone's neck.
"Hans, I think you'd better shut up unless you want to meet an early death."
"And have the entire world deprived of my beauty?" he asked, turning to walk down the hall. "What a shame that would be! Now we can't have that..."
"One day I am going to kill him." Long whispered in Alica's ear. "I just have to wait until I can find someone else to frame for it."
"That's not a good idea." she disagreed. "My brother is good at seeing through deceptions."
"I wouldn't do it unless I knew I could get away with it." he explained. "And I know your brother well enough."
"Fine, have it your way." she shrugged and followed after Fox.
"Where does that pussy think he's going anyway?" Singh Long grumbled, following after her.
"Down to the parking lot." Alica replied. "Are we all going to take one car? It would probably be quicker that way."
"We'll take mine."
"Is it fast? In case we need to make a speedy getaway."
"I believe all assassins are in need of fast cars."
"Yes, but do you have one?" He chuckled at her cleverness.
"Yes, I do."
"So there you two are." Fox stated once they caught up to him. "Are you two done flirting, can we get to the job now?"
"Flirting!?!" #318 exploded. "You think we're flirting!?!"
"You have an unbelieveably short temper today..." Alica commented as Long lunged at Hans and Hans started running towards the stairs. "I wouldn't advise killing him, Long!" She yelled, walking calmly after them. She lost sight of them once they hit the stairs, but she could hear their footsteps pounding down the levels as they ran. Finally they reached the parking lot and Fox let out a feminine screach before being silenced. As much as I despise Fox I really hope Long hasn't killed him already, she thought.
Her steps quickened as she hurried down the stairway, when she got into the parking lot she found that Long had pinned Hans against one of the vehicles. He glared into Fox's eyes and had a choke hold on his neck. She couldn't supress a hearty laugh at the colors his face was turning. Long noticed her presence and also started laughing, tightening his hold just a little more. Fox's face turned an unimagineable shade of purple and he looked as thought he were about to faint. Long held the hold untill Hans was finally unconscious and the dragged his limp body towards a nearby black car.
"I really ought to have killed him." #318 mumbled. "But I can't have Van getting mad at me and hurting my family, his pathetic life is not worth it."
"Good decision." Alica agreed. Long stuffed Hans into the back seat of the car and then opened both the front doors and climbed into the driver's seat. Alica quickly jumped in the passenger's side and he reved the engine.
"So what are we going to do about him when we get there?" Alica asked.
"If he doesn't wake up before we get there, I'll find a way to wake him up." Singh Long replied in a tone of voice that suggested that whatever way he found to wake Hans up would not be pleasant.
"I see." Long pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the city streets. "I assume you have directions to the building."
"As always, Van's information on the mission is quite complete." #318 answered.
"You enjoy working for him, don't you?" Alica wondered.
"Yes and no. Admittedly I get along with him better than I did with my last employer who mysteriously dissapeared one day."
"I see... you really don't get along with many people at all do you?"
"Do you?"
"Now that's not really a fair question to ask a Tylon. Besides, I asked first."
"The answer to your question is obvious."
"So is the answer to yours."
"Why are we still talking to each other then?"
"I think it's because we have something in common."
"Maybe..." They drove through the darkened city for almost an hour before Fox awoke. At first there was just a bit of low mumbling, then he sat up and rubbed his sore neck. He took a compact out of his purse and looked in the mirror.
"Oh, my beautiful neck!" he almost sobbed. He immediately began trying to cover the huge blue and purple bruise with his make-up. "Oh this is terrible! I'll never cover all of this, it's so dark!"
"Just remember what got you into it in the first place and don't do it again." #318 ordered.
"I'm going to be scarred for life!" Fox cried.
"What ridiculous nonsense." Alica protested. "It's not half that bad, it should go away the next time you transform."
"Yes, you're right!" he said hopefully. "But if I transform now it'll ruin my outfit... Oh, curse you 318! I never knew you could be such a bully!"
"I did warn you repeatedly not to flirt with me, Hans. The fault is your own."
"But I couldn't help it, you're such a bishie!" Long hit the brakes and the car squealed to a halt. He turned back to glare at Fox, who nearly swallowed his adam's apple in fear.
"What did you just call me?"
"N-nothing... Oh, gracious and glorious one! P-please, have mercy!" Alica laughed at his cowering, glad to have Singh Long there to put him in his place. #318 turned back to the wheel, started the car up again and drove off.
"Your days are numbered Hans, remember that."
"N-numbered?" he repeated nervously. "What do you mean numbered? All days are numbered acording to what day of the month or day of the year..."
"SILENCE!!! I will no longer listen to your pointless prattling!"
"Y-yes, great and glorious leader."
"Stop calling me such ridiculous names!"
"Y-yes sir." Alica could not suppress another laugh.
"This is the most fun I've had in ages!" she exclaimed. "May I torment him too?"
"Do whatever you like." Long answered, she giggled with glee.
"N-no, pleeeease! Alica..." Fox whined. "I never meant any of those horrible things I said about you, I..."
"Oh, shut up!" Alica cried, smacking him across the face.
"Ah!" Hans cried, holding his sore cheek and gaping in shock.
"I've always wanted to do that." she said, rubbing her hand and delighting in the euphoric feeling that came from finally hurting the annoying man.
"Feels good doesn't it?" #318 guessed. "Revenge can be sweet."
"Yes... strangely enough it does feel very good. I think I'll hit him again..." she swung at him.
"No!" he cried, ducking out of the way. "Curse you two! I hate you, both of you! First your bruise up my neck, and now my beautiful face! How do you ever expect me to distract the guards when I look like this? They won't even take a second glance at me!"
"You will do your job or you will answer to me." Singh Long threatened.
"And I have hated you ever since I met you, Hans!" Alica added. "I don't care what you think of me!"
"I don't care either, as long as he's not attracted to me." Long admitted.
"Well I really can't help that deary." Hans replied.
"What did I tell you about using terms of endearment on me, Hans!?!" he growled.
"S-sorry... I-I won't do it again, I swear!"
"Jie wen wu pi gu."
"If you insist."
"Why, you little...!" He stepped on the gas again and lunged over the backseat, grabbing for Fox's neck. Hans dodged him fairly well for a few seconds before getting caught.
"Huh? What was that all about?" Alica wondered. "Hans?"
"He... told me... to kiss his @$$." Fox explained before #318 tightened his grip so that he couldn't speak.
"Really Hans, you should have known better." Singh Long pulled one arm back and punched him in the face, sending him flying through the rear window with a crash. Then there was a squeaking sound as his body slid down the back of the car and a thud as he hit the pavement below.
"Long, are you trying to kill him?"
"If I were trying to kill him he would already be dead." He turned back to the steering wheel without another word and speed off.
"We can't just leave him there!"
"Why not?"
"What happens when Van finds out!?!" He hit the brakes again.
"Goddamnit!" He turned off the gas and let the car sit idle, and then leaned back in his seat and stared at the ceiling. "Back at home I could kill just about anyone I wanted and get away with it."
"This isn't your home." Alica reminded.
"I know that."
"Are you always this short-tempered?"
"Not usually... unless I'm working." He fished around in his pockets for something and his hand came out empty. "What I wouldn't do for a cigarette..."
"Ah, so that's the problem."
"Possibly."
"Were you addicted?"
"I didn't think so untill now."
"How long did you smoke for?"
"Only a couple years."
"Long enough."
"I guess." They sat in silence for a few minutes, waiting for Fox to walk back to them. "I picked a bad day to quit."
"Eh, could have been worse."
"True... Thank you Alica."
"Huh?"
"I think that if you weren't here I would have killed him, but you were here to stop me. Why did you stop me?"
"I guess I don't like to see anyone face my brother's wrath." He nodded and closed his eyes, controlling his breathing. The craving for cigarette smoke almost so bad he could taste it. "And I guess I wouldn't want anything to happen to your beloved family."
"I have been foolish." Singh Long admitted. "I never should have allowed..."
"Shhh! Fox is coming." He turned to look out the window at the tattered man who walked up to the side of the car.
"I think you owe me an apology." Fox sniffled.
"I think that if you don't shut up and get into the car I'm going to owe Van an apology." Alica laughed at the remark and Hans scoffed, but did as he was told.
"Now we need to get down to business." #318 lectured. "I cannot work with your obnoxious comments, Hans. And we are almost there. I need full cooperation from both of you to get this job done, is that clear?"
"Crystal." Fox mumbled.
"I'm sure that if you don't cooperate with me Van won't be so eager to spare you from my wrath."
"I got the point the first time." he whined.
*My god!
"I'm sorry, I usually don't get this emotional..."
"You don't have to apologize to me, you're not the only person who's ever cried on my shoulder you know. It has not been long... and I suspect it will happen again soon enough."
"Who else cried on your shoulder?" Alica wondered, unable to think of anyone who would do so except... "Fox?"
"Ai ya!*" Long cursed, slapping himself across the forehead. "Do you really think I would let that psycho bitch anywhere near me? Ugh..."
"Sorry."
"For your information, I was talking about my sister."
"Oh, your family. I almost forgot about them."
"I don't blame you, I sometimes forget about them myself."
"But... aren't they the only reason you're here?"
"It is easy to get caught up in my work while I am away from them." he explained.
"I understand." They sat there on the couch for a few moments, just facing each other and staring own at the cushions. "Anyway, I uh... better go get ready for our assignment now..."
"You know where the door is." he stated, waiting for her to get up and leave.
"Uh... Long..."
"Yes?"
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"For...what just happened, for what you did. You could have just..."
"Well, I am not completely cold-hearted. I just like it to seem that way to most people."
"I see." she looked up into his face for a moment, before standing up off the couch and walking towards the door. "I'll be right back, I just have to bring a few things to help me hack into their security system."
"Whatever you do, try and get back before Fox does. I don't want to be alone with him."
"Alright." She sent him a smile before walking through the door and closing it softly behind her. He made himself comfortable on the couch and stared up at the ceiling, trying to figure out exactly why he had chosen to be nice to her anyway. Maybe it's the fact that we're both assassins against our will? He supposed that it was nice to have someone in the same situation to commiserate with, and he had to admit that she reminded him so much of what he had been like when he first became an assassin. Those days of sorrow and regret are over for me now... but it is nice to see someone who is still alive.
He had to admit it had been a long time since he'd been very close to anyone. Sometimes he wondered why he bothered with relationships, or if he even wanted them at all. Caring about people is not worth the pain that comes when they hurt you, he tried to remind himself. But... lonliness can be painfull too... even to me. Maybe she can just be my friend, that way she can't hurt me as much. Then there was a knock on the door. He got up and walked over to the door, peering through the peep-hole cautiously. I hope it's Alica and not... ugh! It had to be Fox, didn't it?
He reluctantely opened the door and allowed Hans to enter his room again. He was wearing the outfit he said he would be, a black mini-dress combined with black high heels. Long groaned in disgust at how much of his fake chest was showing. The scariest thing about this outfit was that, with his hair down and so much make-up on, he could actually pass for a woman without anyone being the wiser.
"What's a matter #318?" He covered his eyes to keep himself from looking at Fox anymore. "You don't look so good right now, and that's saying a lot since you usually look..."
"I believe I'm going to go blind!" he interrupted. "Sit down Fox, not one more word out of you! And for your own life's sake, don't cross your legs!"
"Aw..." he replied, walking towards the couch. "but don't you think I look pretty?"
"Pretty disturbing. Not to mention disgusting beyond belief... Now go sit down before I decide to go steal a lab coat and tie it over your hideous flesh!"
"Hideous!?!" he sat down in the middle of the couch. "Ah, you're so ruuude! Whatever is so wrong with a little bishie?"
"I fail to comprehend how anyone could find such cross-dressing in the least bit attractive." Long mumbled, leaving the door open and sitting back down in his recliner.
"It's all about beauty, dear!" Fox explained, fishing a compact out of his little black purse and using the mirror to check on his face make-up.
"It's times like this that I really wish I were ugly."
"What a horrible thing to say! How could you be ashamed of such bishounen looks?"
"I would rather look like Greg than be called bishounen! I am not!"
"It has two meanings you know. It can also mean lovely or pretty without meaning feminine, although I have to admit I wasn't using it that way."
"What about me looks feminine?" he demanded, jumping from his seat and walking into his bathroom to look in the mirror. "Name one thing!"
"Your hair." Fox replied, staying on the couch. "It is lovely long hair, you really ought to wear it down sometimes..."
"My hair?" he asked, flipping his ponytail foreward and glaring at it suspiciously. "You're just saying that because Alica wears her hair the same way! And we both wear glasses... I don't remind you of her do I?"
"Oh, not at all!" Fox replied, laughing devilishly. "Despite the whole feminine thing I'm only attracted to men, deary. And Alica is really such a pest... Although it is a strange coincedence that both of Tylon's best assassins wear loose ponytails and glasses." Long considered cutting his hair so Hans would leave him alone, but couldn't even think about actually doing it.
"No, it will not be cut. I like it this way... I've had it this way most of my life." he shook his head. "But if you think I'm going to wear it down for you you're in for a good strangling!"
"Would you like me to name something else then? I will..."
"Do it and I swear it will be the last word out of your mouth!"
"Ahem!" Alica's voice driften in from the doorway. "Am I interrupting something?"
"Alica, thank god!" #318 said, rushing back into the main room as she entered. "Yes, hopefully you are interrupting Fox's death, because if he doesn't shut up I swear I am going to kill him!"
"What did he do this time?"
"He called me bishounen!"
"So what?"
"So what!?!" he repeated. "Do I look feminine to you!?!"
"Well... uh... not exactly feminine, although you are lovely... but I'm sure Fox didn't mean..." she looked over at the transvestite's outfit. "What am I saying? Of course he meant it that way."
"I rest my case." Singh Long complained, folding his arms in resolution. "Anyway, we have a mission to perform. Follow me, you two." He walked out the door and held it open while they followed it out, locking it securely behind them.
"Aw, he is such a gentleman, don't you think?" Fox asked Alica. "Holding the door open for the ladies."
"Ladies?" #318 growled. Alica looked down hand saw his hands twitching uncontrollably, as if yearning to squeeze someone's neck.
"Hans, I think you'd better shut up unless you want to meet an early death."
"And have the entire world deprived of my beauty?" he asked, turning to walk down the hall. "What a shame that would be! Now we can't have that..."
"One day I am going to kill him." Long whispered in Alica's ear. "I just have to wait until I can find someone else to frame for it."
"That's not a good idea." she disagreed. "My brother is good at seeing through deceptions."
"I wouldn't do it unless I knew I could get away with it." he explained. "And I know your brother well enough."
"Fine, have it your way." she shrugged and followed after Fox.
"Where does that pussy think he's going anyway?" Singh Long grumbled, following after her.
"Down to the parking lot." Alica replied. "Are we all going to take one car? It would probably be quicker that way."
"We'll take mine."
"Is it fast? In case we need to make a speedy getaway."
"I believe all assassins are in need of fast cars."
"Yes, but do you have one?" He chuckled at her cleverness.
"Yes, I do."
"So there you two are." Fox stated once they caught up to him. "Are you two done flirting, can we get to the job now?"
"Flirting!?!" #318 exploded. "You think we're flirting!?!"
"You have an unbelieveably short temper today..." Alica commented as Long lunged at Hans and Hans started running towards the stairs. "I wouldn't advise killing him, Long!" She yelled, walking calmly after them. She lost sight of them once they hit the stairs, but she could hear their footsteps pounding down the levels as they ran. Finally they reached the parking lot and Fox let out a feminine screach before being silenced. As much as I despise Fox I really hope Long hasn't killed him already, she thought.
Her steps quickened as she hurried down the stairway, when she got into the parking lot she found that Long had pinned Hans against one of the vehicles. He glared into Fox's eyes and had a choke hold on his neck. She couldn't supress a hearty laugh at the colors his face was turning. Long noticed her presence and also started laughing, tightening his hold just a little more. Fox's face turned an unimagineable shade of purple and he looked as thought he were about to faint. Long held the hold untill Hans was finally unconscious and the dragged his limp body towards a nearby black car.
"I really ought to have killed him." #318 mumbled. "But I can't have Van getting mad at me and hurting my family, his pathetic life is not worth it."
"Good decision." Alica agreed. Long stuffed Hans into the back seat of the car and then opened both the front doors and climbed into the driver's seat. Alica quickly jumped in the passenger's side and he reved the engine.
"So what are we going to do about him when we get there?" Alica asked.
"If he doesn't wake up before we get there, I'll find a way to wake him up." Singh Long replied in a tone of voice that suggested that whatever way he found to wake Hans up would not be pleasant.
"I see." Long pulled out of the parking lot and drove down the city streets. "I assume you have directions to the building."
"As always, Van's information on the mission is quite complete." #318 answered.
"You enjoy working for him, don't you?" Alica wondered.
"Yes and no. Admittedly I get along with him better than I did with my last employer who mysteriously dissapeared one day."
"I see... you really don't get along with many people at all do you?"
"Do you?"
"Now that's not really a fair question to ask a Tylon. Besides, I asked first."
"The answer to your question is obvious."
"So is the answer to yours."
"Why are we still talking to each other then?"
"I think it's because we have something in common."
"Maybe..." They drove through the darkened city for almost an hour before Fox awoke. At first there was just a bit of low mumbling, then he sat up and rubbed his sore neck. He took a compact out of his purse and looked in the mirror.
"Oh, my beautiful neck!" he almost sobbed. He immediately began trying to cover the huge blue and purple bruise with his make-up. "Oh this is terrible! I'll never cover all of this, it's so dark!"
"Just remember what got you into it in the first place and don't do it again." #318 ordered.
"I'm going to be scarred for life!" Fox cried.
"What ridiculous nonsense." Alica protested. "It's not half that bad, it should go away the next time you transform."
"Yes, you're right!" he said hopefully. "But if I transform now it'll ruin my outfit... Oh, curse you 318! I never knew you could be such a bully!"
"I did warn you repeatedly not to flirt with me, Hans. The fault is your own."
"But I couldn't help it, you're such a bishie!" Long hit the brakes and the car squealed to a halt. He turned back to glare at Fox, who nearly swallowed his adam's apple in fear.
"What did you just call me?"
"N-nothing... Oh, gracious and glorious one! P-please, have mercy!" Alica laughed at his cowering, glad to have Singh Long there to put him in his place. #318 turned back to the wheel, started the car up again and drove off.
"Your days are numbered Hans, remember that."
"N-numbered?" he repeated nervously. "What do you mean numbered? All days are numbered acording to what day of the month or day of the year..."
"SILENCE!!! I will no longer listen to your pointless prattling!"
"Y-yes, great and glorious leader."
"Stop calling me such ridiculous names!"
"Y-yes sir." Alica could not suppress another laugh.
"This is the most fun I've had in ages!" she exclaimed. "May I torment him too?"
"Do whatever you like." Long answered, she giggled with glee.
"N-no, pleeeease! Alica..." Fox whined. "I never meant any of those horrible things I said about you, I..."
"Oh, shut up!" Alica cried, smacking him across the face.
"Ah!" Hans cried, holding his sore cheek and gaping in shock.
"I've always wanted to do that." she said, rubbing her hand and delighting in the euphoric feeling that came from finally hurting the annoying man.
"Feels good doesn't it?" #318 guessed. "Revenge can be sweet."
"Yes... strangely enough it does feel very good. I think I'll hit him again..." she swung at him.
"No!" he cried, ducking out of the way. "Curse you two! I hate you, both of you! First your bruise up my neck, and now my beautiful face! How do you ever expect me to distract the guards when I look like this? They won't even take a second glance at me!"
"You will do your job or you will answer to me." Singh Long threatened.
"And I have hated you ever since I met you, Hans!" Alica added. "I don't care what you think of me!"
"I don't care either, as long as he's not attracted to me." Long admitted.
"Well I really can't help that deary." Hans replied.
"What did I tell you about using terms of endearment on me, Hans!?!" he growled.
"S-sorry... I-I won't do it again, I swear!"
"Jie wen wu pi gu."
"If you insist."
"Why, you little...!" He stepped on the gas again and lunged over the backseat, grabbing for Fox's neck. Hans dodged him fairly well for a few seconds before getting caught.
"Huh? What was that all about?" Alica wondered. "Hans?"
"He... told me... to kiss his @$$." Fox explained before #318 tightened his grip so that he couldn't speak.
"Really Hans, you should have known better." Singh Long pulled one arm back and punched him in the face, sending him flying through the rear window with a crash. Then there was a squeaking sound as his body slid down the back of the car and a thud as he hit the pavement below.
"Long, are you trying to kill him?"
"If I were trying to kill him he would already be dead." He turned back to the steering wheel without another word and speed off.
"We can't just leave him there!"
"Why not?"
"What happens when Van finds out!?!" He hit the brakes again.
"Goddamnit!" He turned off the gas and let the car sit idle, and then leaned back in his seat and stared at the ceiling. "Back at home I could kill just about anyone I wanted and get away with it."
"This isn't your home." Alica reminded.
"I know that."
"Are you always this short-tempered?"
"Not usually... unless I'm working." He fished around in his pockets for something and his hand came out empty. "What I wouldn't do for a cigarette..."
"Ah, so that's the problem."
"Possibly."
"Were you addicted?"
"I didn't think so untill now."
"How long did you smoke for?"
"Only a couple years."
"Long enough."
"I guess." They sat in silence for a few minutes, waiting for Fox to walk back to them. "I picked a bad day to quit."
"Eh, could have been worse."
"True... Thank you Alica."
"Huh?"
"I think that if you weren't here I would have killed him, but you were here to stop me. Why did you stop me?"
"I guess I don't like to see anyone face my brother's wrath." He nodded and closed his eyes, controlling his breathing. The craving for cigarette smoke almost so bad he could taste it. "And I guess I wouldn't want anything to happen to your beloved family."
"I have been foolish." Singh Long admitted. "I never should have allowed..."
"Shhh! Fox is coming." He turned to look out the window at the tattered man who walked up to the side of the car.
"I think you owe me an apology." Fox sniffled.
"I think that if you don't shut up and get into the car I'm going to owe Van an apology." Alica laughed at the remark and Hans scoffed, but did as he was told.
"Now we need to get down to business." #318 lectured. "I cannot work with your obnoxious comments, Hans. And we are almost there. I need full cooperation from both of you to get this job done, is that clear?"
"Crystal." Fox mumbled.
"I'm sure that if you don't cooperate with me Van won't be so eager to spare you from my wrath."
"I got the point the first time." he whined.
*My god!