Chapter 21
What A Difference A Day Makes
DivineAngel
2:29 P. M
"Bastards." He started running. "BAstARds." He ran faster as a few more paintballs flew into the ground along his heels. OW! One hit the back of his thigh! "BASTARDS!" He screamed, throwing his gun over his shoulder and firing away behind him. Hoping to god he hit something and someone, he jammed the trigger down as many times as it would go. "grrrRRAGHHH!" He yelled, throwing himself backwards into the brush of the outdoor woods they were fighting in and firing as he fell back into the dirt and ground. The incoming shots ceased so he knew he shot something, and what would have looked incredibly manly and totally awesome as a jump in a movie, turned out to be only dreadfully painful. He winced heavily, biting back his swears and own mental curses for being such an idiot as his sweating, exhausted, hungry, and needing-to-piss form scrambled up as fast as he could and took off again.
It seemed as though it were forever ago they had left that God Awful morgue and came here. They were all psyched out of their minds to get their knew paintball guns and had even been given ten minutes to play with the weapons. Then as Mr. Brine put it, they were "released" into the obstacle. The obstacle filled with opponents for them. Dozens, hundreds, thousands, Millions even! Their opponents were everywhere! There was no death! He was Shot! And SHOT! And SHOT! And SHOT! Most of his body was a combination of purple and blue paint now! It wasn't one shot, your hit, lost your limb or…that was point blank your out. The game just went on and on! And those things HURT! His body was aching from those dreadful little balls of color! He couldn't wait to stop. The object was supposedly to collect a small blue flag each, but he had long ago found one for himself and the game hadn't ended. Although he was getting disturbingly good at dodging projectile weapons which was most likely the goal, he was getting ready to kill to make it stop.
"KEN!" He looked up when he heard someone call his name. The opponents never called his name they only laughed sometimes when he fell over awkwardly or did something he'd rather not remember like…how he ran into that tree earlier while shooting. Glad no one on his team saw that.
"AYA!" He called up to the red head whom suddenly became visible crouching in some bushes and he jumped in the moment he got close enough. "AHh ahh." He panted, slumping into the ground exhausted as Aya gave his shoulder a few humored pats before keeping watch while he relaxed. "Oh god Aya. I am…so exhausted I…I…Hey." He frowned when he caught Yohji grinning at him. "Your all hiding here?"
"We've been trying to find you." Yohji exclaimed threw his wide smile and he frowned a little harder.
"Hey no wonder I am the only one being pummeled out there! Oh sure, lets gang up on the only Weiss member we can find cause the rest are all hiding like chic-girls! Like girls!." He mocked before growling as Aya swat him in the back of the head.
"We're not all going to fit here and I saw a tree we'd probably be able to get some good shots from." Aya said moving closer so he could whisper to them. "I am going to check it out. Yohji back me up."
"Gotcha." Yohji grinned, cocking his gun but it was easy to tell both Aya and Yohji were as dead tired as him. Both splattered with just about as much paint with slippery multi colored weapons.
"Ken stay here and wait for Omi to come back. He's out scouting for you. Then both of you, fall back about twenty feet and keep your eye out for us. We'll be in the tree you can't miss."
"Yeah yeah." He gave Aya a fatigued thumbs up as he crouched down with the blonde red head making sure it were clear before quickly hopping out and disappearing without a sound. "And such is the transportation of an assassin." He droned closing his eyes for a moment. "Hopping and dancing silently. They mine as well have made us circus ac-ugh." He chocked as Omi came back, fumbling over part of him as the boy dove back into the brush.
"I can't find-Ken-kun!?" Omi choked quickly scrambling off him and watching him just lay there frowning and rubbing his arm. "I-I was looking for you." Omi exclaimed surprise all over his face when he was spotted. "Where-where are Yohji-kun and Aya-kun?" the boy asked looking around before turning back to him confused.
"They just went to a tree. I was supposed to stay here and wait for you." He explained before grinning at Omi's well painted form. But no one ran out of ammo in this game. There was tons of it strapped to every tree. So you could literally just pick it and reload, of course you also had to watch out for the empty paint cartridges everyone was carelessly littering to the ground or else you'd trip.
"It's pretty quiet over here now Ken-kun." Omi pant, slumping down into a short shrub near him. "It wasn't last time I was here, we were almost found. We were this close." Omi breathed, holding up his fingers with hardly any space between. He admit an un-entertained expression and just lay there breathing as Omi got up to look around a little and then sat back down stretching his arms.
"We're supposed to meet back up with Aya and Yohji, they're in a tree we can't miss twenty back." He stated and Omi nodded.
"Ok. Think anyone's going to come over here within the next thirty seconds or minute?" Omi asked and he frowned with the question.
"How the hell am I supposed to know." He grumbled
"Fine than Ken-kun just stand guard cause I have to piss so bad." Omi said dropping his weapon next to him and quickly moving a few trees down.
"Why do I have to guuaard." He groaned sitting up and cocking his gun while aiming out into the vegetation. His eyes sweeping the terrain before snapping in the direction of a cracking twig. "Hurry it up Omi." He whispered, glancing back to the boy whom was in front of a tree. "And I mean it too." He shot, slowly and silently picking up Omi's weapon as an opposing figure came into view. All their opponents were dressed in black get ups with ski masks so there wasn't really a face. They of course, were all wearing their skin tight black obstacle outfits as well. He was always thankful those weren't white.
"K." Omi whispered and he got up instantly. Silently backing up from the bush to Omi who was still doing up his fly before taking his gun and sprinting along with him deeper into the forest.
"That guy was almost on top of us back there." He whispered to Omi through his panting, but the boy was running too hard to answer. He could only assume that to the untrained eye they were nothing more than streaks of color. Batman and Robin! Superman and..whomever usually teamed with him! Him being superman of course, for the latter often looked drastically less super when faced with such comic brillance. They were faster than a bullet, more powerful than a locomotive and with a sudden snap of a twig Omi started tugging him forward for suddenly the boy was able to move faster. His confusion and plain alarm was apparent on his winded features as the boywonder was suddenly able to out do Superman!? That couldn't be...that...
"There's the tree!" Omi shot, huffing his words to him like a fish out of water before pointing to the massive oak growing strong and healthy like the others before v-ing up into three different trunks and thousands of branches. Not only that but it was bearing some type of fruit! AH! He was hungry! Suddenly superman was gone and in his place a christmas ham. They were eating as they climbed, grabbing three apples at a time. Fist, fist mouth, with Omi's chewing loud enough he could hear it behind him as they worked up the branches to Aya and Yohji who grinned at them. Pulling them up as they got closer and smiling through full cheeks.
"You sure know how to pick the trees Aya." He grinned grabbing a little apple and taking a hard big bite as the red head gave a nodded because his mouth was full. "Well (chewing) I (chewing) want to (chewing) stop now." They all looked at his broken sentence. "I want to stop (chewing) playing. I am so tired."
Omi was nodding, full cheeks trying desperately to talk with a full mouth before just digging into his clothes. Smearing paint off his skin with disgust before immerging with the tattered, and wet blue flag. "Me too." Omi strained, struggling to swallow and Aya nodded, taking the flag and pushing it into his pocket with his own before taking his and reaching to Yohji. That's when it happened. Yohji didn't move, and slowly all of them turned to the blonde. First out of shock, and then with a deep, group glare when nothing was handed over.
"Yohji." Aya growled.
"Where is your flag?!" He finished, growling as well and Yohji squint at them slightly.
"I couldn't find it."
"COuldn't Find It Yohji-kUN!" Omi choked, biting his apple to nothing before throwing the core at the blonde. "I was pissing on a tree! I want to go home! I am done!"
"Yeah." He ran his hand onto Omi's shoulder as he saw the boy getting annoyed. "Me too. Did you look for it!?" He spit harder and Yohji shrugged lightly.
"I think my suffering is apparent." Yohji said casually. "Besides, half of this god damn forest is blue now. I can't find the stupid thing." Yohji grumbled, silencing slightly at the hard glares that were turning to -I am going to kill you- squints. "Well excuse me! If your all so smart! How come you didn't find mine while looking for yours!"
"Ugh." he grunt annoyed and Aya threw his hands up slightly, keeping his comments to himself while placing his irritation on display. "Yohji-that is so-"
"-Wait!" Omi grabbed him slightly. "Yohji-kun's got something there. We should have found Yohji-kuns with ours if it…Aya-kun, where did you find your flag?" Omi asked, and Aya looked dreadfully annoyed before pointing over his shoulder slightly to the left. "K…and mine was…" Omi started looking around, trying to figure out where they were. "That way!" The boy pointed, before glancing at Aya and realizing he was pointing in the opposite direction. "Ken-kun where was yours?"
He sighed, glancing around…
shifting slightly to see all around him…
craning his neck a bit…
moving Aya to the side to see past the red head…
before finally answering. "I ah…I don't know."
"What." Aya growled and Omi looked a little dumbfounded with his answer.
"Well sorry! I don't know where I am!" He yelled back, and Yohji was smiling.
"Well I…I think it's safe to assume that yours was probably either in back or in front of us Ken-kun." Omi stated "Direction wise." Omi added and he frowned at Omi's patient voice as this was -explained- to him. "So that means. If all of our flags were separated strategically that Yohji-kun your flag will either be…in front or behind us as well…that means all we have to do is find it."
"No." Aya frowned. "That means Yohji has to find it."
"Aya!" Yohji barked at the red head. "What kind of a thing is that to say! Your going to send me out there alone!" Yohji frowned, extending a hand to the paint filled forest and he frowned at the question. He didn't really want to go looking for the damn flag. He had done his part, will skill and strength. Stealth! Courage! He had looked danger in the eye, triumphed over evil. The paintballs while dreadfully painful were no match for him! He, of course was still alive, and had survived each and everyone of those hurling marbles.
"We can't make Yohji-kun go alone Aya-kun." Omi scold. "That's bag scouting skills. We'll probably get penalized for that." Omi stated, but he too sounded slightly exhausted with the concept he had to go looking for Yohji's flag.
"You mean we'll probably get tanned for that?" He asked with a snort, and Aya frowned when Omi said nothing because that's what the boy meant. "Fine. Then each of us should go in one of the two different directions, and we'll find it that way. Agreed? First one to find it, just…start yelling. There's no way we'll hear or see any of our signaling ok? Then we should all just run our asses off and back to the beginning. Sound good? I am ready to be done. Let's do that, ok?"
Aya snort and he sent the red head a frown. Ok, he honestly had to agree the plan sounded like crap but…there…weren't many options.
"…Good thinking Ken-kun." Omi gave him a reassuring smile when no one said anything and he was beginning to believe his plan was even dumber than he thought it was…if that was possible.
"Thanks." He grinned, shimming down the tree with the rest of them.
6:18 PM
"Boys." Mr. Brine's voice was a little threatening as he came into the paint smeared locker room and frowned at them. "Do you know what time it is?" The man squint at their half naked exhausted forms. He was literally sleeping on Yohji's shoulder before the guy came in and Aya was just now getting out of the shower limping slightly and rubbing his arms. "Where's Tsukiyono?" Mr. Brine squint at them before sending an especially hard frown at him and he got up and started putting his shirt on with a yawn.
Sleep. That's all he cared about. Sleep. That's all he could think about. Sleep. He didn't care if Mr. Brine wanted to tan him for something this second at least that would mean, being able to sit still, and hopefully lean on something. Preferably something more comfortable than Yohji's developed shoulder.
"It's Six Eighteen!" Mr. Brine informed them, when he never got an answer. "I said you better be out by Six FIFTEEN!" The man yelled, and he just moaned, with Yohji.
"Siiir pleeeaasee." Yohji groaned. "Just…give us a break for a second I…I am so tired." Yohji almost whined, rubbing at the back of his neck with closed eyes as he sat back onto the bench next to him and simply looked at his pants.
"No. You can sleep later." Mr. Brine snapped before looking around. "TsukiyonO! Are you still in that shower!" He choked an exhausted grin at the mumbled -No- that came from one of the showers in the next room. Mr. Brine looked less entertained though and the room went black when the man flicked the lights off before quickly back on.
"NO!" Yohji groaned, covering his eyes with the sudden intense change from white to black, and then pure white again. "Turn them baaack off siir. I don't mind sleeping here." Yohji motioned at the light switch waving his hand in a downward motion and Mr. Brine sent Omi a squint when the boy came out of the showers in a towel just to see what the black out was about.
"I am giving you all THREE more minutes to get your BUTTS OUTSIDE AND IN THE CAR! AND IF I HAVE TO COME BACK IN HERE!…." Mr. Brine trailed glancing at each of their drained, faces. They're eyes all pink from exhaustion, their bodies limp and bruised and aching. "…You'll all be very…very sorry. Is that clear?"
There was a pause of silence before a mumble of sleepy -yes sir's- answered back at different times and stifled by yawns as they all slowly grabbed their issued clothes to begin the painful, agenizing drag of dressing. and started pulling them on.
6: 37 PM
Aya shift, and cracked a single eye at him at he shift further onto him. He just couldn't stand sitting up any more. They were in the car, they had made it barely into the car in those three minutes Mr. Brine had given them. Yohji was without a shirt, Omi was only wearing Boxers and Aya brought his towel because his hair was still dripping. They pilled in half asleep and starving. Aya and him in the back seat, Omi and Yohji in the quads and in one minute Omi was dead asleep. Slouched down in the chair, with his feet on Aya and his mouth open. Yohji and him tied next. Yohji started a discrete and unspoken staring contest with him, which he won because he was falling asleep with his eyes open. Then Yohji slouched down, pushed his legs into the chair next to him and pushed him over. So he turned so he was lying on the seat with his legs over Yohji's and his head on Aya. The red head said nothing at first, and was just now cracking an eye at him when he moved and slid back so he was resting on Aya's chest. Aya was sitting kitty-corned, using Omi's lower legs as an elbow rest which raised his arm and supported his head. He was leaning over the guys legs and had what he thought was, the best and most comfy position out of all of then. Even though Aya looked pretty comfy, Yohji was too tired to care, and Omi had basically passed out. He could only imagine what Mr. Brine would think when the man would glance back at them, as he did ever ten or so minutes. In about another two the standard -glance- would be thrown their way, but he didn't think he'd be awake long enough to see the man's face. His eyes were already pulling themselves closed, and his head felt fogged and inadequate to even watch the scenery, never mind phantom Mr. Brine's baffled expressions.
Time?
"Ken….Ken?…Bastard….Ken…"
"He's not faking he's really sleeping." Aya spit.
"I am not." He quickly shot in, shifting slightly. Aya was warm and comfy. "I am resting my eyes, Yohji you dick." He smiled lop sided and distorted as he countered the blonde's comment before opening an eye as Aya shoved him.
"Ken. Get up." Aya ordered.
"Are we there yet?" He muttered opening an eye and only sitting up because Aya kept jabbing him. He rubbed his eyes, blurring the car into view. Aya was in the same position he last saw the guy in only a little more annoyed because Aya now wanted him off. Yohji was sitting up with his feet on the floor chewing skittles with the bag on his lap, and Omi was still dead asleep exactly how he saw him last and adorned by only two green skittles balanced on his nose. "What?" He slurred and Aya pushed him again, sitting him up straight. "Ahh my head feels like a ton of bricks." He moaned
"What time is it Yohji?" Aya suddenly asked watching the blonde turn his wrist slightly.
"6:58."
"Eight what!?" He choked, opening his eyes and glancing at the car windows, but it was black outside the car. Pitch black, he couldn't see a thing.
"Six Fifty eight." Yohji repeated, emphasizing all the places he had misheard.
"Ohh." he grinned sitting up a little straighter and rubbing his eyes more thoroughly. "Why is it so dark?"
"That's why I woke you." Yohji answered, motioning to the window. "I woke up when the car stopped, there was….the sound of someone shutting the door. I figured it was Mr. Brine getting out to drag us out so I ignored it….Funny thing is." Yohji chuckled laying his hand against the glass and staring at the incredible contrast between the black and his skin. "He never pulled us out. He just…got out. And now…we're sitting here…with it…pitch black outside."
"But that's stupid." He frowned. "The sun won't set for a while now. Why is it so dark?" He shot Aya a baffled frown but the red head looked clueless as well.
"That's not the question to fuss over now Ken." Yohji muttered, smiling slightly as he pulled his hand back from the window. "The question to consider is…if it's so dark outside…when the sun shouldn't have set…than….Why can you see me perfectly when there are no lights on in this car." Yohji stated, watching his face scrunch slightly and he quickly turned to Aya, but the red head looked shocked as well. Quickly shifting in his seat to look around the car but Yohji was right. No lights were on. Not a single one. Aya gave an annoyed grunt once he was sure for himself that there were no lights on, and Yohji looked all the more satisfied he was right. It were as though he had awoken just after an argument, or some unsettling comment. There was tension in the car between his older teamates and he couldn't, for the life of him figure out how Either of them had the energy for it!
Of course, since Aya was annoyed this had to be one of those times where Yohji decided to startle them with his brilliance, and save himself from being dubbed an ass.
"Well…" He muttered looking around as well. He was dumbfounded. So lost. What the hell? How could that be possible!? "Well wake Omi up and ask him." He frowned motioning at Omi whom might as well have been dead. Yohji just shook his head. "Why not?" He made a face, glancing at Omi and the bright skittles on his nose. Yohji obviously wasn't favoring him in any way at the moment if he was willing to in-dignify the boy with sugar balancing acts.
"I just find it odd that…we can all see when it's pitch black and…if Omi's this tired. Then he needs to sleep in case we need him." Yohji said shrugging for a moment and he frowned. Great. So Yohji was going to brilliant all around for the hour.
"Maybe we should sleep deprive you more often Yohji." Aya grunt, sending the blonde a smug grin. "If your body's to limp, your mind seems to work."
Yohji's teeth grit in an instant. "What Did you JUST SAY AYA!" Yohji yelled, and he threw his arm over Aya's chest when the red head leaned forward because Yohji was getting up. "I AM WHAT!? LIMP!?"
"OK!" He yelled, pushing over Aya when Yohji made a swipe for the grinning red head. "He was ONLY Kidding YOHJI!" He yelled back, throwing a palm against Yohji's chest to keep the blonde at bay. "He's Kidding! Aya tell him you were kidding!" He yelled nudging Aya but the red head said nothing.
"I am not on my medication anymore Aya." Yohji sneered. "I could go longer, and harder than you on Any girl at Any time!" Yohji snapped, throwing a finger in Aya's face but the red head only grunt.
"Just try it Yohji." Aya snort and for being as calm and collected as Aya always was, he wasn't blind to the fact that irritating Yohji Aya seemed to find fun. "Besides, I wasn't bringing up your medication Kudou." Aya said and Yohji's eye twitched once before he looked enraged.
"Yohji don't listen to him." He quickly reassured because Yohji now held his seat with a grip that assured him that their fine cloth interior was the only thing keeping Yohji from killing Aya. "It doesn't mean anything." He spoke through his baffled face. He had no idea Yohji's medicine did anything like that! "Your…your off…your medicine…so…" He trailed, god he was dying to ask but he didn't want to say it!
"That kind of comment suits you Aya." Yohji snort, totally ignoring him. "Short and bitter, just like you fucking act-"
"-Oh cut the shit Kudou." Aya growled, speaking the same time as Yohji with a disgusted expression of his own. Teasing irritation had turn to down right annoyance. "We all know your not the perfect-"
"-See who you find to cry on next time you need a shoulder, because as far as I am concerned-"
"-Saint. We'd all have to blind and Dumb as Hell TO THINK THAT!"
"-It MINE AS WELL BE OMI! CAUSE IT WON'T BE ME!" Yohji screamed, glaring at Aya before pouncing at him.
"AYA! YOHJI! CUT IT OUT!" He screamed shoving Yohji back into his chair as the Yohji pulled Aya forward by his shirt and took a swing. Aya ducked and Yohji's fist continued right past his head and slammed Omi out of his chair.
"OW!" The boy cried, slipping into the space between the seats as he wedged his feet against Yohji's chest and used his legs to get the blonde back.
"ENOUGH!" He yelled. "NOW SHUT UP!" He pant, glaring daggers at both Aya and Yohji before sending just a glance at Omi. The boy was slowly getting up while picking a smashed skittle off his face. "WE have enough to think about right now! Without you two fighting Over SEX! Because well all know!…I am the best." He grinned, watching Aya and Yohji both falter with their glares and turn to him. "I am serious." he grinned licking his finger before touching the front of his shirt. "Ssss." He made a sizzle sound with his mouth. "I am hot guys, can you feel me from where your sitting?" He winked.
There was a silence……a very long silence.
"HaahahHH!" Yohji burst out laughing, slapping a hand onto his shoulder with his approval. He knew they were all just overtired and edgy. They had been at this crap all day and after a while it just became intense. Sometimes, the best way to fix everything was to just…lighten the mood.
"What is wrong with you guys." Omi frowned at all of them, plopping back into his chair looking around. There was Aya rubbing his temples, him with his wide grin and finger still poking his chest grinning, and Yohji laughing away.
"Omi." Yohji laughed. "It's a long story. You see Aya and I were having this tiff-a rather, minor…redundant…" Yohji trailed, throwing a hand to Omi's shoulder and grinning away at the frowning expression. "Well it started when Aya wanted to challenge my skill, and made fun of our meds." Omi made a face now.
"No." Omi shoved Yohji's hand off, picking the smashed green skittle off his shirt. "I mean why are we all glowing. And why are we still in the car?" Omi asked, innocently flicking the skittle to the ground before looking up at their blank expressions. "Is this a black light of some type?" Omi asked, raising his hand slightly as they all looked at their clothes.
"See." He grunt, pulling at his shirt and examining the way he literally was glowing. "I told you we should have just asked Omi to begin with." He chuckled throwing Yohji a grin but the guy only sighed. Jumping with him and all the rest of them as something suddenly hit the side of their car.
"What was that guys?" Omi asked quickly, glancing around at all of them. Like they should somehow have all the answers simply because they had been sitting there awake without him for a good five minutes arguing.
"Good question." Aya grunt, shifting farther from his window before jumping as the same slamming sound hit the other side of the car.
"Guys?" Yohji turned to them, shifting inward and farther from the windows like Omi. "I hate to bring this up now. But…since we are glowing as Omi so graciously put…wouldn't that make everything outside the car able to see us and us…not able to see…it?"
"What do you mean by It Yohji-kun?" Omi asked a little shakily. "Where are we?"
"We don't know." Aya answered. "We just woke up here."
"Well…" Omi shift glancing into the front seat. "Where's Mr. Brine? Did he say anything?"
"Yohji said he just got out and left." he shrugged but Omi frowned, shifting from his seat and starting to the front.
"Omi!" Yohji grabbed the back of the boys shirt as he started crawling. "Sit down, and stop moving around."
"What?" Omi frowned pulling his shirt away. "Your being ridiculous Yohji-kun. Mr. Brine wouldn't have just left us here, and there might be a note in the front." Omi stated, sliding into the drivers seat. "The keys are even still here."
"Omi!" He called up to Omi who was messing around with stuff in the front. "Just come back here alright." He said, he was staring to get increasingly nervous. Aside from his own self nervousness just watching Yohji become nervous was freaking him out. He knew Yohji, and he knew the sick-sense for danger and traps the guy had developed on the streets. Even though Aya was a little edgy, having Aya edgy and having Yohji edgy were completely different things. He couldn't believe Omi wasn't the least bit worried! "Besides ah…Omi…There's ah…something we didn't tell you yet." He stated, glancing around with Yohji and Aya, but with the light contrast outside and inside the car it was impossible to see anything!
"What's that Ken-kun?" Omi answered sweetly, shutting the dashboard from where he was looking through papers. "Guys want me to just start the car and flick on the headlights?" Omi smiled, his fingers just twitching on the keys. Ugh, the boy just wanted to start the car and drive a little so bad.
"NO!" They all snapped, and Omi turned around and frowned at them from between the seats.
"Omi." Aya stated. "It's not late, it's only seven something."
"Seven eleven." Yohji shot in after glancing at his watch and Omi frowned at them.
"But that's impossible. We'd….well we'd have to be indoors for it to be as dark as it…" Omi trailed, his blue eyes spinning towards the wide dashboard window before quickly scrambling into the back and squeezing in between him and Aya. "Do you think anyone saw me? Why didn't you guys say that earlier!." Omi sighed, a little shaken as he looked around at black windows.
"We have to turn this light out." Aya said, meaning all of them and instantly he clamped his arms over his chest, frowning at the difference. "Better than that." Aya stated feeling around. "Do we have any blankets or…anything like that in the car?"
"We have skittles, binoculars, our empty cooler, a couple of magazines and that's it." Yohji stated, and they all turned to the blonde.
"…And how long were you awake before us?" He asked with a grin.
"Shut up Ken."
"Alright, Omi, Ken take off your shirts." Aya turned to them, pulling his own shirt off and Yohji imitated. They never needed to ask the blonde to disrobe, no matter what piece was coming off. "Sit on them." He pushed Omi into Aya lifting his hips and shoving his shirt and wife beater under his butt. Frowning down at their seat that was really glowing now that it had their tops, and pants there.
"Don't get discouraged." Yohji sent them all a reassuring smile. "Aya's right. See the light difference up by us. Lets get our pants off too. Shove everything under the seat itself. Then we'll see what's outside." Yohji nodded, but they were all frowning. "It's either that or we open the door and find out."
"Yohji I am going to feel really stupid if someone's watching me strip down in the car with all of you." He frowned.
"Or if we're just parked in the garage." Omi shot in and they were all quiet. Thinking about their options.
"Well if we're in the garage, who was banging on the outside of the car?" Aya asked frowning.
Omi was quiet with that one, and another lapse of silence, and frowning fell over them before Yohji started taking his pants off. He imitated and Omi and Aya started as well. "My underwear is glowing too!" Omi frowned at his boxers as he pushed his pants down and kicked them off.
"So what." Aya snapped mad. "We took off enough. I am not taking anything else off."
"Why Aya?" Yohji grinned, winking at the red head. "It's not like we haven't seen it before."
"Shut up Yohji." Aya growled, but the red head looked lost for a come back considering they all knew if it came down to that Yohji would have no problem throwing his boxers under the seat too.
They all pushed their pants and shirts way under the back seat, and replaced the flaps which hung to keep the car looking clean before sighing as the car darkened. So it was hard to see, but still possible since their boxers refused to fade out.
"Do you see anything?" Aya asked, looking up towards the window from where they all now sat on the floor. Somehow sitting in their seats just seemed too exposing now.
"The stupid stuff we do." Omi sighed, slumping his head into his hands before jumping as Yohji sunk down pulling Aya with him as the red head peeked up again.
"There are people out there." Yohji whispered.
"What!?" He whispered back, panicking just watching Yohji.
"I say, we take everything off and see who they are."
"I think we're in the garage you guys." Omi frowned, sitting up some more. "I didn't see anyone." (SLAM!) "AH!" Aya threw his hand over Omi's mouth when the boy yelled with the sudden slam to the car. The impact was enough to make the damn thing rock like a boat, and Yohji went a little pale considering whatever it was that hit, impacted right next to the blonde.
"Still think we're in the damn garage Omi?" Yohji frowned, watching Omi just inhale as Aya's hand slowly slipped from his mouth. "Now there are people out there, and I don't know who. But they know we're here and don't give me any, maybe they don't shit. We were fighting and yelling and glowing! They know we're here!" Yohji shot, his harsh whispering pointing at them annoyed they wouldn't listening to him before.
"What do they want!" Omi gasped, and Aya covered his mouth again, ignoring Omi's annoyed elbowing.
"Fine than they're out there." He shot his whisper. "They know we're in here, and we know they're out there. So what do we do?" (SLAM!) He jumped with everyone else at the loud slam into the other side of the car. "Huh?!?" He yelled a little louder.
"We either fight, or we wait it out." Aya finally snapped, frowning as Omi wiggled free and away from it. "Those are our only options…really."
"K…then I say we fight." He nodded.
"I say we get dressed." Omi snapped at them. "They we fight." They all nodded reaching for their clothes. "Stop." Omi grabbed his wrist and they all stopped. "We need a plan first. We can't just jump out of the car, obviously they're going to know we're coming out when we are. So we should try and give them multiple targets."
Yohji nodded, scooting closer to them to talk. "The back and one sliding side door has a button that opens and closes them."
"That's right." Omi nodded. "If we activate them first, observers eyes will be there, and we'll mad dash out the other doors."
"The two fronts ones?" He made a face, he could just see them tripping over the seats, and getting stuck with that stupid steering wheel in their way.
"And the other sliding door." Omi said nodding. "I think that's definitely the best bet we have. There's no way we can get out of this car undetected from where we are Ken-kun. So at least we can give ourselves thirty seconds."
"But we don't have any weapons." He frowned, glancing around at the silence that suddenly floated down. "How are we going to fight without weapons?"
"Improvise." Aya stated.
"With what!?" Yohji shot a harsh whisper. "There's nothing to improvise with!" They all started glancing around and Aya took the hard plastic lid off the cooler and tightened his grip on either side slightly.
"There are probably things we could use from under the dashboard." Omi whispered crawling to it and Yohji sighed after feeling around under the seats with no luck. "Guys?" Omi whispered his body laying between the two front seats, hands working away under the dashboard before dropping the paneling piece that covered it to the floor. "I got. Wires, chips…this." Omi started pulling out. "Yohji-kun come pull this out." Omi said pointing at the hole under the dashboard as he scooted to the side letting Yohji in.
"Oh my god." He almost gasped when he turned to watch Yohji strain for a moment, before successfully ripping a thin almost jagged piece of reinforcement metal from under the dashboard. "Are you both insane! Mr. Brine is going to kill us! We're destroying the car!" He shot and Aya threw his hand over his mouth too.
"That will teach him to strand us huh Omi." Yohji grinned and nudged the boy, but Omi's face looked as though his comment had just dawned on him. Omi became a little pale with the thought. "Ken. If I use this and Aya you use that…can you deal ok boxing?" Yohji asked, eyeing him suspiciously but he nodded. He was pretty good with his fists.
"What about me?" Omi asked frowning.
"Omi you stay in the car. Your going to be our sneak surprise." Yohji grinned nudging Omi again as he reached for the button to open the doors.
"Huh? No way! I am not staying here alone!" Omi growled, yanking at the metal Yohji held but the blonde simply pulled it away.
"This is it." Yohji turned to all of them, ignoring Omi's growl. "I press the button, Aya wait one second before opening your side door. Get out there with Ken. I am going to get out on the other side from the front. Then Omi, after we're gone three seconds, you get out the other front door. Omi your in charge of finding out where we are, and what the hell is going on. Yell if you need help. Everyone yell if you need help." Yohji shot sternly, watching him nod instantly and Aya was reduced to offering a broken acknowledgement to make Yohji stop glaring at him. Omi quickly agreed, seeing as he now had thee most important position in their mission.
Yohji's finger neared the button and they all tensed, shrinking closer to the floor fully dressed and becoming completely silent. There was the tiniest of beeps, and then the low hum that clicked both the back and side sliding door open and they all watched the outside smear into their inside before Aya grabbed the door and threw it open, and they scrambled into the dark.
Adrenaline was surging through him, he felt so alert and so sedated all at once. His knees were a little watery, but his hands were fists. His eyes were wide and fearful, but his head was fogged trying to separate one noise from the other before it happened. In an instant. Nothing but a dull thud, and then the blazing pain in the back of his neck that made him bend down a little. His knees buckling stooping him into the cement floor as he choked a short gasp.
"A…A-ya." He coughed a little, sinking to the ground when he heard the whoosh of whatever hit him before coming to. Kicking his leg out and swinging it behind him he tripped whoever was there. "AYA! BE careFUL!" He screamed, the same time Yohji called for help, and he turned and pounced on his fallen enemy. Throwing fast, hard punches into the face and chest, and whatever else he was hitting quickly before hands appeared on him ripping him up. His eyes searching for help as his body struggled. Kicking and wiggling and arching his back to get away before throwing a few punches and the hands dropped him back to the floor.
"AHH! KEN!" Yohji screamed for him again, but he was to busy to answer. He could vaguely see Aya up in front of him battling with shadows, and he hoped to god it was the light that made it look as though there were at least six around the red head.
"AHH! WE NEED LIGHT! COME ON!" He screamed, preying Omi heard him, but he didn't yell the boys name. He didn't want to give him away if he hadn't yet been found. In the blink of an eye, almost as though his scream had something to do with it, the lights turned on. Dim and mustard yellow, casting shadows over the endless space around them, and the car. Darkening Aya's hair and giving Yohji's green eyes an almost catty glow.
Far away against the wall, he could see Omi's quick choked exhale of relief and pride he had found and flicked the light switch before his expression turned to horror. The shadows around Aya had stopped with the light, and now he could see there were at least eight strong figures in black. Around Yohji maybe ten, near him four, and scattered about the room…endless. Just like in the paintball war.
Omi choked a quick fearful whine and pressed back into the wall afraid. The boy had no weapon like him. The shadowed figures weren't fighting for just this second. Just these few breaths of time he grabbed before resuming. Pouncing over Yohji and causing Aya to scream for one or both of them as he desperately tried to fend off all the hands with the cooler top. Beating one of the figures in the head before sending a few fancy kicks toward the incoming ones and knocking them over but flailing as well.
Omi's short scream to his right made him glance, even though he was loosing his fight and needed to stay focused. The boy had taken a few steps up from the wall, keeping his hands raised as the armed figures advanced ob him. Surrender Omi, just surrender his mind whispered. And he heard Yohji scream at Omi not to fight as the tallest strongest figure moved towards him. Whether the boy heard them or not, Omi never looked over. Never tore his eye from the figure before quickly sending a strong kick into its stomach, a knee to its head and punching the next thing coming at him.
(Somewhere in the calmest part of his mind) as he watched one of Yohji's figures stab him a few times in the shoulder with a knife before kicking Yohji's ribs as the blonde fell. Yohji's then grabbed the figures foot and tripped it before grabbing the blade and using only the butt end to fight. (Somewhere in the very back of that calm spot in his mind.)
Aya fought violently, viciously, just to gain a half an inch of space. Frantically attacking all the opposing bodies without a second to catch his breath before dodging the one that tore at him with a sword. Aya's ducking and jumping almost dancing as he backed further and further away from the advancing figure. Omi was already cornered but was using a million and one tricks to make up for his size. Omi was hopping and ducking before throwing his hands behind his back and making a -throw- gesture forward that made his enemy duck and let Omi spit into its eyes. The small blind spot gave the boy the edge to head lock the neck and bring his knee into its face a few times before using its body as a shield when the next thing came at him.
(In this spot. This very back corner, calm and quiet deep within his mind.) As he frantically worked to free his arm from the figure holding it, and fight off the two in front of him. He thought…God…Why couldn't we have just…stayed in the car.
7:44 PM
"KEEEEN! KEEEEEN-KUUN!"
He could hear Omi screaming for him, pinned down under the black figures that had wrestled the boy to the ground and now forced the boy to panicked tears. Yohji's beaten and limping form rushing forward and throwing himself into the body holding most of Omi's weight. Collapsing on top of it and wrapping its neck in a strangle hold as Omi shot free and started running. Where? He didn't know. They had discovered they were in a warehouse, but that was it. Their car had been tipped over, and part of it was on fire.
"Coooome on." He groaned, helping Aya up. This was his own little mission. In the midst of the fighting perhaps thirty seconds ago Yohji had screamed at him to save Aya as he shoved him to the ground and took the baseball bat swing to his leg for him. So he ran. Right to Aya who was still dazed after what looked like being clubbed in the head with maybe the same bat. He didn't know. He didn't see it. But he did hear Aya scream, and when they all heard that, they knew the red head was hurt. That was Aya's -hurt- scream. Only infants and assassins were allowed to really differentiate with tones. Ironically both were symbols of the strongest and weakest human states.
Aya was heavier than he imagined. Aya was bloodier than he imagined. It was simply leaking down the guys face and head. "AYA! AAYYAA!" He screamed, shaking the red head a little harder as he ducked a few blows before dropping Aya to the ground and moving to stand over him. He couldn't move the red head to safety because there was none. He couldn't move Aya faster or better because, he wasn't strong enough. So his only chance was to fight over Aya to shield the red head and scream for help…and oh did he ever. "oOOMMI! YOOOHJI! HEEELP! OOOOMI! YOO-ugah." He choked with the cold sensation and then firry sting that suddenly jammed into his back. That's all he knew. In his back, that's what his mind repeated because that's where the pain was. So much of it. So fierce. He couldn't think. He couldn't see. All he knew was the pain.
"KEN-KUN!" Omi screamed for him, his eyes turning to his cries for help before watching the metal pole jab into his upper back and shoulder. His body silently arching forward in pain and choking a little as he slumped down to his knees. "KEN-KUN! KEEEEEN!" Omi screamed, widely kicking at the figure which tried to keep the boy there before running towards him. Watching the figure standing over his teetering form raise its weapon again, so it would slam into the back of his neck. "NOO!" Omi tripped, falling to the ground with the incoming sword he had to duck before ripping a weapon from the rubble like all of them. From the pieces of their car, and shreds of clothing, and unconscious bodies Omi pulled a weapon. His single finger tightening on it and with the loud explosion of the gun the body behind him fell over.
"NO! OMI!" Yohji screamed, his eyes wide watching the pole slam into him, and Omi's desperate attempt to get to him before shooting the figure. "NO! DON'T KILL!" HE screamed, thrashing against the bodies holding him down as Omi swung the gun to the next moving thing and fired. The empty shells falling to the floor by his hand and elbow as the body fell back. "OOOOMMI!..KEEEN! STOOOP HIM!" He was vaguely aware of someone screaming at him. Yohji. He looked over to the blonde, whom was grabbing at his bleeding wound before looking up and freezing as Omi turned the gun on him. Firing over his head at the enemy coming for him and Aya.
"Omi?" It was then he realized. It was then he understood, and Yohji was literally crying with the frustration he couldn't break free from his fighting captives and stop the boy. Omi was shooting people! Picking them off as fast as he could pull the trigger with two shots a piece just as it was told! Stomach and then head. Stomach and head. Stomach/Head. StomachHead. The figures fell to the ground. Stomach and shoulder, the figure moved but still went down. "NO! OMI!" He screamed and Omi swung the gun at him pointing, aiming at him in shock before he reached out and snatched the thing. "YOU IDIOT! NO!" He screamed, scooting closer and grabbing Omi's shoulder and arm and pulling, making the boy scramble to him.
"Ken." Aya choked at both of them, slumped into the ground as he started smearing the blood off him with his shirt. "Kill them. Kill them or they'll kill us…like…like last time."
Last time. The two words went off like a warning bell. Last time. No! Not like last time! NOt ever AGAIN like LAST TIME! His hand tightened on the gun. He wasn't going to be thrown away! He wasn't going to be kicked out! He was an assassin damnt! A God DAMN ASSASSIN!
"Omi." He shot the boys name as he spun around feeling around for more weapons and Omi looked at him with tear welled eyes like he was a failure. The boy had just wanted to help him, and had apparently done the wrong thing, enough so as for him to call him an idiot. And he never did that when he was being serious. "Good thinking." He said with a grin as he trust the largest gun he held into the boys hands and staggered to his feet
Raising the oozy he had found he fired into Yohji's crowd and watched the bodies fall. Like autumn leaves, or pawns in a game, the fell one after the other crumpling to the floor. They were the figures that came to attack them, with swords that scrapped his skin, bats that bruised his body, fists and knees and elbows that made him cry out in pain. At all of that he fired, and in a second Yohji had found a gun as well and was blasting away into the dim light. "DON'T SHOOT ANYTHING THAT IS GLOWING!" Aya yelled at them, staggering to his feet and hanging onto him from behind for support.
"WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE!" Omi screamed, backing up and dropping his empty gun to the ground as more figures suddenly appeared.
"We'll fall back." Aya huffed from over his shoulder kicking the loaded gun at his feet to Omi while slowly and shakily picking up a large magnum. "YoHJI! FALL BACK! NOW! ALL OF US FALL BACK!"
He turned and grabbed Aya's arm. Looping it over his shoulder and taking off into the dim light with Omi and Yohji right behind him. Running was hard! Terrifying knowing those figures were behind him and seconds later they were being shot at.
"AH!" Omi screamed when a bullet whizzed by the boy and took a small piece from his arm, before spinning around and firing. "GO KEN!" Omi yelled, firing away, and Yohji turned around next to Omi and covered him and Aya as he kept pulling Aya with him.
"WHat?" He gasped as he made it far enough to see what was ahead of him. But he didn't stop. No. He kept running, limping, trudging, dragging Aya with him. The red head was so dazed he couldn't see well with the blood on his face and aching from his head. "WHAT!?" He screamed running his hand up against the bare wall before turning around. He could see Yohji and Omi, and because of their burning car he could see….the wall across the room. "It's a room." He choked. A Big! Empty! Room! Of NOTHING! "YOHJI, OMI!" He screamed but over the gun fire no one could hear him. "Aya don't you go to sleep on me." He growled, slumping Aya into the wall and cocking his gun as he took a step forward.
"I am not" Aya slurred, spitting some blood to the floor as the guy cocked his own weapon and hobbled up with him. He had to admit, in this orange light Aya looked scary. The fleshy blood down his face mimicking his hair like some type of demon.
Omi was out of bullets now. Taking up combat when his figures advanced on him now that he was weaponless. He watched Omi kick and punch at the figures which were encircling him. Yohji had stopped firing too and was fighting away, but he knew it wasn't because the blonde was out of bullets. Yohji was conserving them now. Fighting and fighting and when he was loosing, he just killed whoever was on him.
"What do we do Aya?" He gasped, taking another few steps forward and stopping. He didn't know! Didn't know what to do! The enemy was everywhere! Coming from the other side of the room but still! TOO MANY! They couldn't take them all on! Not as tired as they were. Not as hungry as they were. "Aya." He choked again, turning to the panting red head. "I said. What do we do?" He breathed, desperate for Aya's answer. For his mission. For his target. For his objective. For anything that meant he didn't need to stand there and wait for the scream that meant someone he cared about was too tired to keep fighting! Or too injured to keep going! Or bleeding to heavily to move! Because that's what it was coming down to.
"I ah…I don't know." Aya whispered, slowly tuning to look at him from where the red head was watching. "I don't know Ken. I don't."
He had never felt such fear in their obstacles, like the fear he felt now when Aya didn't know what to do. Aya always knew what to do. Aya always thought of something. Was all lost now? Was all inevitable? Inevitable fatality?
"KEEEEN-KUUUN!" Omi screamed, and there it was. The first scream he was waiting for. His eyes ripped from Aya in time to watch Yohji fall to the ground with a bullet in his shoulder. Omi's fighting faltered during his scream for him and silently choked towards Yohji with wide eyes.
He took off, aiming ahead and blasting away at the figures surrounding Yohji's whining body. Omi was pretty heavily surrounded now, taking most of Yohji's enemies and he didn't know how much longer the boy could keep going. He almost couldn't phantom how the boy had made it this far! Omi was much stronger than his front suggested but than again, necessity was supposed to be the motherhood of invention.
"AHHH!" he screamed as he shot off three -good- shots just to let Omi know he was there. This was it. "AH OH GOD! THIS IS THE END!" He cried, almost sobbing behind his gun as he ducked to avoid the shotgun blast that fired at him. Omi was being toyed with now, his responses were too sluggish to accurately defend himself and he was almost being beat from one person to the next. Yohji was done, Aya couldn't see well and he was the only one without heavy injury. But they wouldn't last. They wouldn't last with the shotguns. Not against shotguns.
"AHhOW!" Omi cried out as he fell back against the concrete panting, but instead of scrambling up like he had in the beginning, or staggering up like he had been doing, he just lay there breathing.
He felt his stomach twist into such a knot. His knees shaking like they had filled with water and would fail him if he moved. His hands tightening on his gun, ready to raise it over his head and surrender. No matter what the cost, continuing like this would only be….(The lights suddenly flicked on.) The clicking boom, boom, boom, boom lighting up across the mile high ceiling and stopping all the figures dead. Suddenly they were running from him. From them before he had a chance to surrender they were running!
"AHhh AYA! Tell me your still behind me please." He whined, but he was too scared to turn and look. If Aya wasn't there, or if Aya was slumped down unconscious he didn't know what he'd do!
"I am here Ken." Aya pant, and he closed his eyes for just a moment, a small ounce of strength returning to him. He wasn't alone. His team was still there with him. "Lay still Omi!" Aya suddenly barked, his voice just as firm and indisputable as always despite the blood. Aya was coming back, waking up, he would be ok. They would be ok!
"Omi. Listen damnt." He growled supporting Aya when Omi pathetically continued to get up. Pulling his shaky limbs under himself and drooling blood to the floor with a whine as he made it to his knees before stopping with words, and sitting still to rest.
His ears and eyes perked up with his body with the next sound. Clapping. Just one person. Just slow clapping. His eyes flew to the sound, seeking out the source and gapping at the sight of Mr. Brine walking in from the far corner. With a wide grin on his face, and his hands slowly clapping to them. "BOYS!" Mr. Brine called to them as his grin became words and his body went limp. The gun clattering to the floor beside him with relief as he slumped forward. "It's Alright boys! The Obstacle is OVER!" Mr. Brine called to them, still maybe thirty feet away and there was a low hum as the far walls started closing in slowly. Readjusting the size of the room as Mr. Brine continued.
The walls stopped when the room was thirty by thirty and Mr. Brine was fifteen feet away. Smiling at them, Kudou laying on the ground holding his bleeding shoulder with grit teeth and low pants. Tsukiyono crouching into the cement bruised terribly and trembling slightly. Fujimiya, leaning against the back wall, eyes closed breathing hard. Face smeared with blood, loaded gun at his feet…before him. Standing limp and exhausted, gun slumped into his leg, blood trickling down from his scrapped shoulder, and gashed thigh. His mouth hanging open slightly, panting hard as Mr. Brine made it up to them and stopped. "I am so proud of you boys. Not One of you surrendered." Mr. Brine beamed. The man had no idea he was ready too. That he was seconds from it. "You should all be-(the lights suddenly cut out and Mr. Brine stopped talking) "What the hell?' they heard the man growl before the orange emergency lights kicked back in and shrouded everything in shadows again.
"DON'T MOVE!" He froze back up, reaching for his gun with the scream before the warehouse hanger doors opened. Throwing white blinding light at them and he covered his eyes unable to see. "FREEZE! YOUR ALL UNDER ARREST!"
WHAT!? His brain screamed, his eyes frantically forcing themselves open alarmed. Just in time to see the swarming cops run in and a few of them plowed Mr. Brine to the ground. Now, for the second time in his life he was afraid. Almost more afraid than when Aya didn't know what to do. The cops were wrestling Mr. Brine down and cuffing him as more tore at them. "AHH SIR!?" He screamed, not sure what to do as he snapped his weapon up.
They were taught to NOT be caught by the cops. To NOT be at their mission sight when the cops arrived. To NOT ever be SEEN, HEARD, KNOWN, by the cops! AnD NOW there were cops!
"KEN! RUN!" Aya screamed at him, staggering forward from the wall and reaching for him. Aya meant one of two things. They were supposed to run from the cops. All of them. But, his eyes ran to Yohji, the guy couldn't move! Omi was pushing himself up in heavy pain, only motivated by fear after seeing Mr. Brine tackled. "KEN!" Aya screamed for him again. Aya had obviously ruled out Yohji and Omi. That meant Aya's second meaning behind the run, was to leave them.
"Ken-kuuunah." Omi whimpered for him as he turned and took a few steps towards Aya, but the sound made him stop.
"GO! AYA RUN!" He shot back, waving at the red head to get out of there. He couldn't abandon Omi and Yohji!!
"KEN DON'T!" Aya screamed, watching him shoot to Omi and rip the boy up by his arms, looping one behind his neck as he cocked his gun and aimed. "WE WON'T MAKE IT OUT!" Aya screamed to them. Protocol was, in case of a trap, or capture, how ever many of them could get out, were supposed to.
"Ken-kun goooo. Goooo run. Don't STAY KEN-KUN!" Omi started wiggling against him instantly, wobbling the gun as he tried to aim. "KEN-KUN Gooo! Gooo! GOOOOO!" Omi screamed, before turning to his arm and biting.
"AHOW!" He cried, dropping Omi instantly and the boy sunk back to his knees. "OMi! I can't leave you BOTH!"
"GO! PROTOCAL SAYS GOOOO! I"LL COVER KEN!" Omi ripped the gun from him and started firing. Kicking one to Yohji and the blonde cocked it with his good hand and shot from the floor.
He didn't think he could move. He couldn't run! Couldn't leave them!
Aya appeared beside him and started dragging him away. Within seconds his legs had activated and he was running full speed, or what was full now speed with Aya towards a pair of doors they could see.
"YOU ALL UNDER ARREST! DROP YOUR WEAPONS!" Cops suddenly thew in the doors and they both stopped dead with shock before spinning around and freezing with the cops that were still behind them. They were surrounded! Again! "FREEZE! PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE WE CAN SEE THEM!"
"Shit. SHIT!" Aya screamed, tightening his grip on his weapon, as he just stood there. Behind them Yohji dropped his gun and let himself be further pressed to the ground with the hands cuffing him. Omi stood like them aiming ahead with too oozy's practically frozen in place.
"DON'T MAKE US SHOOT YOU KID!" The cops screamed at the boy. "NOW PUT DOWN THE GUNS! Kid…just put them down." The cops yelled, but Omi wasn't moving and he swallowed. Slowly raising his hands.
They weren't trained to surrender. They weren't trained what to do at this point. So, why not him. He had as much dignity as all of them. He could surrender first. He couldn't think of any other way! The cops looked like they would fire! There were about ten in front of him and Aya with guns and maybe fifteen all aiming at Omi! They'd be blown to pieces!
Aya turned to him with a silent choke as he slowly raised his hands and sat them on his head. "WHAT ARE You DOOOING Ken-KUN!?" Omi screamed confused. "AYA-KUN!?" Omi yelled to Aya next for directions as the boy swung one of his guns towards a moving cop and the cop stopped dead in his tracks.
"Come on KID! Do like your BUDDY AND JUST PUT DOWN THE GUNS!" The cop yelled, cocking his own weapon slightly and nodding towards him.
"Let it go Aya." He whispered gently, and Aya gripped his gun tighter as though afraid of his words, of what they meant. Surrender? No, not them, they weren't meant to surrender. They could have gotten away. Should have gotten away. . "Just… let it go. It's not worth it." He whispered, slowing turning to the frantic violet eyes and scared expression. "It's not worth it." He repeat and Aya slowly dropped the gun.
Omi looked more than panicked when Aya's weapon clattered to the ground, and while a five seconds of silence ran over them it only took Omi an additional two to throw his oozi's forward with a loud scream of frustrated defeat. The cops all scrambled back with the incoming oozi's before streaming over Omi's body and flattening the boy to the floor.
"YOU ALL HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT!" The Cops announced ripping Aya from him and the fact that he was the first to surrender, and had already said he would didn't seem to matter for they smashed him into the floor like all the others. Pressing his skull against it so it hurt.
"OW YOU BAstARDS!" Aya yelled next to him as he was shoved over as well. His injured head being forcefully pressed into the ground as his arms were yanked behind his back, and his legs held down.
"SIR! MR. BRINE! HELP US!" He screamed, but the man was still cuffed and laying on the ground. Held so securely he couldn't even look up. Groping hands on him sweept for weapons and Aya started swearing as the cops touched him. Omi was wiggling and Yohji was whining with pain.
"..SAY CAN AND WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU IN A COURT OF LAW!" The cops finished ripping him up so he could hardly stand with all the shoving and pulling. They were pulling out his hair, and hurting him! It wasn't like he wasn't already bleeding! Or injured! They were so rough! Shoving and yelling as they made him walk! Dragging Yohji, steering Aya at gun point, constantly shoving him, and pulling Omi by each arm before shoving them all into the back of one of their armored vans. "SHUT UP AND COOPERATE! OR It'll BE WORSE FOR ALL OF YOU!" The masked cop screamed before slamming the door in their faces. Through the small barred window they watched Mr. Brine's arguing body be punched a few times and forced into the back of a cop car.
Oh my god! His head was screaming! His chest was heaving! He felt sick! Oh god he was going to be sicK! "What's GOING ON!" He screamed slamming his feet down a few times before looking for answers.
"Ken. Relax. We nEED TO THINK!" Aya yelled at him, slumping further on the small bench they were cuffed to. All of them cuffed to the benches behind their backs.
"I need a doooctoor." Yohji groaned, slouched forward and silently crying in pain now that his shot shoulder was being twisted. "Oh JESUS! This huuurts!"
"Yohji relax." Aya soothed nodding gently at the blonde, whom just let his head slump further so they couldn't see him cry. He pulled at his cuffs, the concept of breaking his thumb to get out didn't sound fun so at this point the wasn't going to suggest they try and break free. "Omi?" Aya frowned at the boy whom was simply leaned forward with his arms completely pulled behind him. Omi's hair was drenched with sweat, and there was blood smeared all about his body in little scraps. One of his eyes was awfully purple from being punched, and dark rotting fruit blotches covered his skin with injury. Yohji and Omi were almost opposites sitting next to each other. All of Yohji's wounds had cut the skin. Yohji was stabbed and shot, his shirt was just blood, but Omi was mainly just harshly beaten.
"We need a doctor." he stated suddenly. "We Need to See a Doctor. HEY!" he screamed at the front of the car. "WE NEED TO SEE A DOCTOR!"
"Ah…UGH!" Omi suddenly threw up. Puking onto the floor and Aya gagged like he would follow when part of his leg was drenched as they moved their feet away without comment. Omi looked like he had more to offer if they even spoke so their ride turned into endless anxiety disturbed by only gentle bumps and the sirens around them.
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There's a way." Yohji hushed, leaning to Omi's ear, but for everyone else it would just appear as though the blonde were leaning towards his dish. "Ken, you too because I know your listening." He grunt slightly when Yohji addressed him, while whispering to Omi. "I am being completely serious, and I am being extremely direct. We're all in very real danger. Omi I want you to think of this like undercover targets. You don't talk to anyone, don't help anyone, and most importantly don't accept help from anyone. You're a loner unless your with us, both of you. If you slip up, it's going to cost you, and it's going to hurt." Yohji hushed, before forking up more pancake and chewing as he leaned away.
Wanna know where they are and what they're talking about!? You'll find out soon! Also! If you leave me a review with a guess as to what they are talking about and your right! I'll send you the chapter So you'll get a sneak peak before everyone else!!!! Good luck! (let me know if you'd like more teasers/games for the upcoming chapters as well : ) hehe, sorry as you may be able to tell I have been super busy with SUMMER! Lots of Sun! Pool! Drinks! Parties!!! but I will try hard to continue to get this story up here-and I am serious about the game. Hehe-it's a result of three very yummy, very coated with whipped-cream Starbucks drinks :)