Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own them. I´m just the crazy nut who owns the idea for this story and the OC´s. Not that that's something to be proud of…^_~
What he certainly hadn't planned
Chapter 11
When Crawford awoke the next time, it was already dark outside. He himself was tied onto a bed in what seemed to be a first-class hotel suite. On one side of the room was the wall replaced with big, view-windows that were, of course, unable of being opened.
Right now, they were showing the rejuvenated oracle a breathtaking view of the city's lights far under them. The whole room was overflowing with all sorts of luxury, from the soft, in itself comfortable bed and silk sheets under him till the decorations and paintings on the wall. His catcher was nowhere to be seen though the soft rippling of water could be heard.
According to the sound somebody was taking a shower. Crawford twisted a bit, hoping to somehow loosen his shackles. It wasn't working. After a bit more twisting Crawford could see why. ´Damnit! She used handcuffs.´ Repeating the whole procedure with his feet Crawford knew that she'd also used handcuffs for his fetters.
Due to his (current) lack of height and the wide size of the bed, Tannin had had to chain several handcuffs together to get about the right length. Realizing this awkward fact Crawford's cheeks turned pink for the tiniest inch of a second. Then his expression darkened into a dark glare. ´If I'd be in my right size, I would've never allowed anything like that to happen! At least I can move my legs a bit that way.´ That was right. Due to the slight exceptional length his provisional fetters were loose enough for him to draw his knees up a bit.
´Wonder how she got all these things? After all it's not like any normal person would carry some replacement handcuffs with her.´ Crawford blinked. ´What the fu…?!´ Why should he care if the woman was traveling with a trunk full of handcuffs, or not!? Fact was that they were there, restricting him onto that bed, and that was what counted! Reprimanding himself for musing over such silly things, Crawford directed his thoughts back at the matter at hand.
He was caught, more or less unable to move, and still quite groggy from whatever stuff Tannin had been injecting him. ´There's nothing I can do… Great. I'm totally at her mercy.´ Forcing himself to stay calm, Crawford waited for his attendant to show herself.
One minute passed.
Then a second one.
Two minutes turned into ten.
Crawford yawned.
The left behind haziness in his head started to make itself felt. Yawning again, Crawford wondered if Tannin had maybe drowned in her shower. He considered the possibility of shouting to draw her attention. Then he considered the possibility of falling asleep again.
Just as Crawford was about to change over to the realm of dreams, an overly genki voice shouted. "Oh! You're finally awake!!" Crawford groaned. Though it was meant as an exclamation, Tannin had literally shouted it.
Turning his head, Crawford frowned at the approaching woman. She definitely looked different now. For example she was just wearing an oversized towel. Her damp, platinum hair was now openly hanging over her shoulders. But the most outstanding thing on her was the tattoo that nearly covered all of her body. Noticing his looks, Tannin giggled in a girlish manner. Turning around once, she flashed him a beaming smile before plopping down on the bed next to him.
"Like what you see?"
Crawford blinked in amazement. "Your tattoo…"
She leaned closer. "Yes?"
"It's… wow."
That was no understatement. From what Crawford could make out, the fine-drawn lines of the tattoo were running from her wrists until her ankles. And that was just what he could see with the towel. Tannin laughed happily. "Yeah, isn't it? The great master J. Koyasuni made it. His last work before he died."
"Koyasuni?"
The pale blond woman smiled happily. "Yeah. He was doubtless the master of this line of business! For his works are prices paid which were going far beyond the seven-digit. In US dollar of course." She stroked one stubborn strand of hair out of his face, her grin becoming seductive. "Wanna see all of it?"
Not waiting for an answer she jumped up and started tampering around with the knot of her towel. Crawford sweatdropped. What was that now again? Was she having a split mentally or what was going on? The dark-haired teen could just come up with only two possibilities. ´I hope that it's the latter one.´
"Ow…what the fuck…? ……..Oh, blast that stupid thing!!" Having lost her battle with the knot, Tannin ripped her towel off with a telekinetic blast, not only shredding the towel in the process but also the wall and the furniture behind it. Crawford's sweatdrop grew.
Seeing the havoc she'd wreaked, she also sweatdropped. "Ah… well. I wanted to change the decoration anyway." She smiled rather unconvincingly.
"…Anyway. How do ya like it?"
She posed in front of the bed so that her victim could see her.
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Aya was pissed.
Aya was a hell of pissed. Already two hours had passed since Manx's call, and they still had no clue where that bitch and Brad were. If Yohji didn't already have to be taken with Manx to one of Kritiker's hospitals Aya would've helped him to this with great pleasure.
That idiot just had to run to that woman! And does he come back right away? Nooo, mister playboy no baka just HAD to stop for lunch!! Aya turned and started another round. "Still nothing?"
Omi gulped at that question. Shrinking down in his seat, he piped. "No. " Violet eyes flashed for a moment at him. "Continue" The young blonde started sweating. "Hai." Since that fateful call from Manx Aya had been acting strange. Not simply strange, but strange in the way of a pissed tiger. A very extremely pissed tiger. He'd even started pacing back and forth like one.
Briefly he wondered if the redhead would jump at him and try to bite him if he wouldn't find anything of interest.
Luckily Ken chose just exactly that moment to come the stairs down in a rush. "Birman just called. They're out of danger. No too serious wounds." Looking up from the screen for a short moment, Omi smiled at the excited brunette. "That's great Ken-kun." "Yeah, isn't it?" Ken smiled back. "Manx was lucky. The bullet she got was dangerously near some vital parts." "And Yohji-kun?" Ken frowned. "Less lucky. Many contusions and his right arm got dislocated. He hasn't woken up by now, but he won't be able to return in time to help us with this one for sure."
Omi nodded. "That's bad. Manx said that that woman was a telekinetic. We need any help we can get." Ken nodded in agreement. "Seems so."
"Omi…the research."
That brief command made the teen snap back to his computer. "Hai!" Ken stared surprised at the scowling redhead, trying to suppress a shudder.
"Yohji got pretty lucky that he's already in hospital."
"U-huh."
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The tattoo was truly a masterpiece of art. Showing a dragon in autumnal colors, it was grazing nearly her whole body. The dragon was wrapping itself around her like an affectionate lover, embracing the female body in a tender hug, its unfurled wings curling from her shoulder blades until her wrists. The front paws (claws) were covering her breasts, the crossed claws reaching from her ribcage until her lower belly, while the hind feet and tail were running from her hips curling around her feet's until they reached her ankles.
But the most impressing thing on it was its head. The long reptile neck wound from the back over the left shoulder down to the area of her breastbone where a massive fanged head was resting. The whole picture had such an intense body language in it that one was inclined to believe that it was a real bestial lover that had melted with its beloved's skin.
Tannin grinned. "Impressive, huh? It's covering about ninety percent of my skin including some rather intimate regions."
Carelessly rearranging her underwear, she stepped closer again. "The climax of Koyasuni´s work at the peak of his power… His last, hidden masterpiece, the Voivre. La vipera, the serpent, the invincible dragon, unique, even to it's own race. Do you know its story?"
Crawford blinked. He definitely did not like this woman's behavior. "So it was you who'd sent those messages." Tannin laughed. "Of course it was me! Who else would call himself Voivre if not the one who's wearing it?" Sitting down again, she sighed, touching the imprinted dragonhead in a caressing manner. "The blind dragon Voivre…It used a giant ruby as an eye. Living in the mountains of France it kept terrorizing people for over centuries. It was a giant dragon, ya know? Twice as strong and clever as anybody else, it was invulnerable to any attacks. Just once every year it could be harmed, when it took the ruby out of its head for taking a bath… If a peasant would be brave enough to steal the ruby then, the Voivre would've been doomed to death and the region would've been freed."
She chuckled lightly. "But nobody ever had the courage to do it. Nobody. And so the Voivre kept killing and killing for many, many centuries." Laughing again she leaned over the chained Crawford. "And that's the end of the story. Koyasuni thought it was fitting me… What do you think?" Squirming a bit under her weight, Crawford evaded. "I really don't think that I'm the right one to judge about this."
Tannin laughed again, running a hand under his shirt. "I don't meet many people who know how to appreciate its beauty and the work behind it. You're one of them." Starting to run small circles over his stomach, she sighed. "Too bad that I'm gonna have to kill ya. We could've had some fun together."
Frowning, she stopped for a moment. "But when I'm thinking ´bout it now… Why not? There's nothing what could keep us from having at least a bit of fun right now." Crawford gave her a shocked look. ´What the-?´ Tannin gave him a seductive grin. "It wouldn't be anything pervert, ya know? After all you're rightly even a bit older than me. And also you're resembling Koyasuni a bit."
And with that she started to undress him. Well, she tried to. But with having Crawford struggling under her it wasn't exactly that easy. Finally having managed to get at least his shirt up to his neck, Tannin faced a new problem. "These handcuffs…" There was no way she'd be able to get the shirt off with those handcuffs on his hands. Cursing she got up and started searching for the keys.
"Fuck! Where're these in three gods names damned, blasted, fuck off keys?!"
Crawford watched her searching. That whole situation was certainly nothing he'd ever dreamt of being possible. "I can't find them!" He decided that it wouldn't be very clever to remind her about her telekinetic abilities right now. /BANG/ The wall got another ´redecoration´. Having cooled her temper a bit, Tannin returned to her pitiable victim. She shrugged. "Was just a joke anyway. I favor men who're taller than me." Crawford raised an eyebrow. ´Either she's the best actor I've ever seen or she's totally drunk.´ Tannin giggled. "Do you understand? Taller!"
´…Definitely drunk´.
"Hm? What's up?" Crawford frowned at her. "You're drunk." She started laughing again. "Too~tally sloshed." "You were already drunk when you attacked first." "Just a tiny bit.^^"
Seeing his dark face ´I'm not being taken serious at all!´ she pouted a bit at him. "Oh, come on! I waited a whole freakin´ week for some idiot to return from Europe! I was bored!" She stopped, frowning a bit. "Besides, this hotel has a really excellent assortment." She started giggling again.
´Fantastic. I'm caught with a plastered telekinetic in the same room and can't even move properly.´ And to add to it, his head had started ringing. When Tannin had finally recovered from her laughing fit, she smirked. "I'm always talkin´ too much when I'm drunk. Where were we before this little distraction?" The fragile teen shot her a doubtful look. "You were about to tell me the reason for all of this?" She blinked confused. "The reason?"
"Yeah, the reason. Why you've kidnapped me." She doubled over with laughter again, howling "KID-napped!! Ahahaha!" Crawford's frown deepened into a glare. Mentally sighing, he thought. ´What for nice prospects…´
If this was keeping on he'd favor being tortured.
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Farfarello eyed the dark building calmly. ´That's the hotel she'd brought him in.´
Deciding that it was definitely too quiet for his taste, Schwarz's berserk went into action.
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Back in the hotel suite, Tannin finally managed to get a hold onto herself. "Nosy, huh?" Crawford's face remained blank, as he returned her look expressionless. "Just started wondering about who hates me enough to go through that much fuss to get me into his hands." A cruel smirk spread over the woman's face at that. She cooed the next question practically. "What's telling you that it's a ´him´? As far as I know, it could be a woman as well. Me, for example."
Slightly snorting in the back of his throat, the teen that was the leader of one of the most feared assassin groups gave her a look which read ´Oh, please!´. Not showing his annoyance, Crawford stated. "I try to avoid getting into quarrels with females." A blonde eyebrow raised at that. "Really? That's something new to hear. Why not?" "I prefer a clean kill to waiting for them to scheme something which wouldn't work anyway. Normally I end such arguments right now and constantly."
Tannin grimaced at that, getting what he was insinuating. "Aa. There we're sharing the same opinion. Though that also counts for the males, if you ask me."
Crawford inclined his head. "Of course. And to your question: Just somebody high in rank could afford to send you _and_ somebody else after me. Due to the fact that I'm still alive I take it that your instructions are not to kill me. So?" "So?" Tannin laughed, though there was no hint of amusement in it anymore. "It seems like you already know everything of interest. What else to tell?"
Despite the uncomfortable position he had to take while talking with the telekinetic, Crawford smirked at her. "A name would be good." Inwardly he cringed at the biting pain in his joints and the fact that his vision kept blurring, going back to normal and blurring again was also not reassuring him at all, but he'd rather die than to show any of this to that woman.
On the other side, Tannin was also not happy at all with this situation. Where this man-turned-boy should be squirming, panicking or whimpering like all her other victims before, this one wasn't. Actually he was looking quite smug and pleased with all of this. Tannin growled. If he'd at least try to look troubled or something…! But no, there he was, calmly questioning her out about her customer!! Not showing her frustration and ignoring the dire desire to test if he was even capable to feel pain, Tannin smirked again.
Giving Crawford a fake sorrowful look, the female sighed. "Sorrowfully that's the only thing I can't tell you. Our client likes his anonymity, ya know? And out of that it's really just some boring ol´ story."
She sighed again, this time for real. Crawford noticed it.
Walking through the room, Tannin said. "Once, a long, long time ago, there was a man, we may call him A. A was a nice underworld boss working for Estet until one day a bad group called Schwarz basked in and ruined all his little nasty plans. Seething for revenge, A called the best sniper he could afford (and he could afford much), and said to them "bring me the heads of Schwarz!". As pay they were promised a godly amount of money."
Suddenly whirling around, Tannin grinned at Crawford. "But that wasn't all of it! ´bout a week after that, another Estet man, mister B, knocked on our door. His deal was that we could keep the money _and_ the rest of Schwarz, if we killed A and you. Trained psychics are good in worth, so we agreed. A was no problem. We fussed a bit with the translation of this old plate the elders of Estet made that strange ritual after and –looka there! – it was done."
She grinned again, beaming happily. "Did you know that there was even written what you ought not to do at all circumstances? A real piece of cake! But when we couldn't find any of you in the ruins, we were quite at a loss. The deal would just work when we got your corpse too (you were wrong ´bout that, ya know?)."
Still grinning, she returned to the bed where Crawford was bound. " You can't imagine how happy I was when I heard that some of our henchmen had found you. Sadly those idiots lost you again and I had to dispose them."
Gingerly playing with a strand of his hair, she giggled. "I knew that the ritual was sumthin´ ´bout waking some god and getting eternal youth, but that…" She giggled again. "Never imagined that the big bad oracle was that cute."
Crawford frowned at that comment, but kept silent. If he were right he still had a chance to get out of this mess in one piece.
And then the sprinkler system went on.
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The car's engine roared as the assassin known as Abyssinian slam-changed the gears, cutting the street corner in what could only be called a breakneck driving maneuver.
"Whoa!!! Aya!! You're going to kill us before we've even arrived!!"
Instead of any sort of reply the redhead just floored the gas pedal, sending the Porsche speeding forward with a yank. Ken yelped in his place in the passenger seat and dug his nails into the padding, praying that it´d be over soon. Omi sat totally calmly in the backseat, though his bright blue eyes were unnaturally glassy and he was clenching his portable notebook as if his life was depending on it. He'd also every available safety belt fastened around him.
Not quite thirteen minutes after the computer genius of Weiß had located their enemy's residence, Aya´s Porsche came to a screeching hold right in front of the King's Hotel.
A shaking brunette with half-extended bugnuks jumped out of the car as soon as it had stopped. Taking a swaying breath, Ken tried to get a hold onto his poor nerves again. A seemingly absolutely unfazed Aya emerged from the other side of the car, perfectly clothed in his full assassin gear and carrying his katana. Omi still sat frozen in the backseat. Slightly worried about his younger teammate, Ken tapped softly against the car's window.
"Omi? It's over…" Jerking out of his trance, Omi jumped before directing an unsure glance at Siberian. Ken frowned at him, getting slightly worried. "Are you alright?" Still looking like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, Omi managed to give his worried teammate a reassuring smile. Well, at least he tried to make it look reassuring. "Hai."
Quickly following their leader they started advancing the hotel building. Their plan was quite simple. While Omi took care of the security systems and covering their retreat, Aya and Ken went in and rescued Brad. "Abysinnian! Chotto matte!" Omi had barely time to log in and undo the buildings security before the (a bit too) calm redhead stormed into the entrance hall. Not caring about the strange looks a black-clothed redhead carrying an ancient sword and a brunette with extended bugnuks would doubtlessly draw at them, he moved straightaway to the upper quarters.
´Gee…Aya´s really riled up ´bout this!´ Trying his best to follow Aya, Ken wondered slightly about the why. Sure, he also wasn't exactly happy about what happened to Brad, (more the opposite of it), but basking in like that… That was quite a dangerous thing to do, for both sides. And also it wasn't like Aya at all to take such a risk while somebody innocent still could be hurt. Ken grimaced. ´I just don't get this. ´ The only time he'd seen Aya like that was during their missions involving Takatori, when he'd tried to take revenge for his family. But he and Brad weren't any related to each other at all, so…?
Then something else caught his eye. Though it was in the middle of the night, they should've met some people by now. He hadn't really minded that there hadn't been any receptionists or porters or what-did-he-know´s at all, but now it was getting disturbing. "Abyssinian, did you notice that…?"
Aya didn't even look back to the younger assassin. Keeping his pace, he answered. "There aren't any people. And the carpet's wet." "Huh?" Ken looked surprised down, just to find that the carpeted floor was really soaking wet. Through his heavy boots and musings about Aya´s unnatural behavior, he hadn't noticed it before. Not paying any attention to the slightly bewildered Siberian, Aya continued his way. Speaking into the mouth-piece of their com-link, he asked. "Bombay, in which room are they?" For a short moment the only thing answering him was static rustling, then a genki voice said. "They're in room number 758, a luxury suite. Abysinnian, Siberian, please take care of yourselves." Aya´s respond consisted of an affirmative sound. Behind him he could hear Ken whisper a "Don't worry." in a cheering way.
Blazing violet eyes narrowed in aversion. He'd show that woman what it meant to attack his friends and kidnap them, telekinetic or not! If she'd harmed Brad in any way…! Aya would make sure to make her pay twice.
Readying his katana, he took his stand right next to the appointed door, flattening himself against the wall. Aya was furious – but that didn't mean that he was stupid enough to dash head first into the room, shouting 'Shi-ne!!' (Well, not with a telekinetic as target ^^*).
Ken was the same. Both assassins knew too well that this special target was nothing to be underestimated. Silently creeping to the closed door, Ken tightened his grip on his bugnuks once again, extracting the metal claws to their fullest, before pushing the door open with a single, fast hit.
Not waiting for their target's reaction he ducked into the room, ready for everything that was to come.
Well, almost everything. There are certain things one simply can't be ready for.
"KYAAHH!!! PERVERTS!! GET OUTTA HERE!! I`M NOT WEARING ANYTHING!!"
/WLAMM!!/
The next thing Ken saw were many little dancing stars.
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Otherwise Omi was busily checking the hotels security for any signs of the missing employees. Making sure that their presence wouldn't be noticed and choosing the best escape route, the young blonde frowned.
`Not one living soul is showing itself´ Omi was not liking this ´mission´ at all. ´It's all too much like a giant trap.´ He was sitting in the buildings little security office, using what little there was to it's fullest. Scanning all available sectors for a sign of life, he grimaced. ´Nothing.´ No sound, no visible trace of life, no forgotten things, not even the air seemed to move… ´As if the whole building is holding it's breath.´
Suddenly a soft sound got audible. Immediately concentrating all of his senses on it, Omi tried hastily to locate what it was. Maybe his friends were in danger…
Then he heard to sound a second time. It was coming directly from the other side of the closed door in Omi´s back. His eyes going wide, Bombay froze. A short pause…There it was again. A soft sound, barely audile, and yet still of the quality which rose the little hairs at the back of his neck. The sound of nails passing over polished wood… Omi gulped. Hoping that who- or whatever it was wouldn't try to get into the room, he felt silently for his crossbow.
Minutes passed in stunned silence. Then a husky voice whispered "Here kitty, kitty….Come play.." Omi stared shocked at the door. Who´d-? ´Schwarz?!´ That voice had sounded like berserk's. With his crossbow and darts ready, Omi crept to the door. Opening it a bit, he readied himself for a battle with the zombie-like psycho.
The hall in front of him was empty. Still suspicious the youngest member of Weiß opened the door fully. Still nothing. No scratching traces on the door, nor were there any hints of blood on the floor. Letting go of the breath he'd been holding, Omi returned into the small office.
´Just my nerves…?´ He suppressed a shudder. This all was getting more and more like a horror movie with him and his friends as cast. ´Weiß´ Shining, yeah, sure…´ Despite his efforts to make this strange event look ridiculous, he locked the door behind him. ´Just in case.´
He returned just in time to his equipments to hear his teammates shout. ´Looks like they've found the target.´
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Aya watch nonplussed how the door was thrown closed with nobody doing it, kicking Ken out of the room. The pervert in question was now sitting on the floor, staring at the door with a look of utter disbelief. "…….Did she say she's naked?"
Aya nodded. Ken clasped his head with one hand. "Ouch!"
…
"What is she doing naked in the same room as Brad?"
Aya slammed the door open again.
The room in front of them was a total mess. One wall had several impact marks and half of the furniture was smashed or ruined by water. Obviously the sprinklers hadn't only worked in the corridors. On one side of the room was a queen-sized bed with silk sheets, now possible to be used as a waterbed, and chained on top of it, totally soaked as well… "Brad!"
Their target was nowhere to be seen. Quickly closing the distance between them, Aya breathed silently out in relief to see that the boy didn't seem to be harmed. Seeing Abyssinian and the worried form of Siberian behind him, the slightest trace of a smile appeared on Crawford's lips. "Ohayo… Long time not seen…" For an inch of a second the cold Weiß redhead returned the smile before frowning at the handcuffs which chained Brad onto the frame of the bed. "Siberian."
Ken simply nodded and went to work, slashing the handcuffs with his bugnuks. Despite his strength and the sharpness of his claws Ken had to slash repeatedly until Brad was finally free. Immediately Aya lent forwards and gently helped Brad into a sitting position. Just as he was to pull away again he felt a soft touch against the material of his sleeve. Directing a softly questioning look at Brad he noticed that the younger boy seemed to have problems with regaining his balance. Ken also frowned at the teen. "Brad, what-?" His question was cut off by the sound of a opening door.
Immediately changing into a fighting stance, he glared at the woman who had appeared. Also having changed back into assassin mode, Aya raised to his feet, carefully avoiding throwing the dark-haired teen next to him off balance again and unsheathed his katana. The –now in a pair of jeans and a sweater clothed- blonde woman smiled brightly at them, appearing not to be irritated by the weapons directed at her at all. Grinning she made a step forward, raising her hand in a greeting.
"You should be the rest of Weiß, I assume?"
Aya nodded grimly. Not fazed by the lack of answer, Tannin smiled again. "Aya-kun and Ken-kun, right? We met at the shop." None of them reacted. She pulled a pouting face. "Maaa…not talkative at all. Braddy-chan here was more fun." Aya´s glare got deadly at that. "What have you done to him?" Tannin giggled. Flipping back a wet lock of hair, she grinned. "Done? We just had a bit of wet fun after showing each other our bare skins."
At that Ken charged with an infuriated howl at her, only succeeding to shred her sweaters sleeve before getting catapulted into the next wall with a sickening sound. The moment Ken was about to stand up, a bone-breaking force slammed him again into the wall, holding him there with a death grip. Tannin grinned cheerful and dropped the arm she'd raised slowly, not releasing her telekinetic force on the brunette assassin a bit. "Ashes over your head. Don't you know that it's rude not to let people finish their sentences? Bad kitty."
She smiled charmingly at Aya. "You guys really seem to like him. Wonder for how long?" She chuckled lightly, her smile turning into a sneering smirk. "But you're honestly a bad punch of hentais. To assume that I would…… Please, I'm maybe not that common with my tastes, but I'm long not such a sicko. That'd be a bad case of pedophility."
A shi-ne glare of death was directed at her. "And also he's still half drugged. Was a pretty concentrated shot, he got, ya know?" Tannin continued, seeming to have forgotten about the leader of Weiß and her hostage. "Wonder what it actually was? Jil´ forgot ta tell me, when he gave it to me…"
Crawford decided that it was time to act. But before he had even enough time to get properly at his feet an invisible force pushed him against the bed. He cursed under his breath. Aya made a move to charge.
"Not so hasty."
Tannin had raised her hand again, the torn sleeve allowing a look on her tattooed arm. "We haven't introduced each other yet." She smirked at the seething redhead. "If I'd be you, I wouldn't move. We don't want to hurt your friends, do we?"
She turned her back on him provocatively, regarding Ken with a disdainful look. When she turned back, she was talking to Brad, not to Aya.
"Since I already know who you are, I'll just introduce myself." She finally turned back to the redhead.
"My name's Sammy Tannin aka Voivre. I was sent to get the lil´ ones head, just to your information. Cross my way and you're also a head shorter. I think your dear Balinese could tell ´bout that." The last sentence was sneered, grey- blue eyes shining with pure bloodlust for a moment.
Taking a look at her wristwatch, she sighed. "Oh, children, just look at the time! I really have to go now or I'll miss my date! Ja, bye-bye."
And with that she slipped by the stunned Abyssinian and left the room. On the other side Ken relaxed with a breath. "Jeez…"
"Oh, I forgot….You may also want to leave. Preciously there came a call that a one-eyed psycho was on the loose in the hotel and not to leave the rooms… The police should arrive any minute now.^^"
"…Is she gone now?"
"Aa."
"Definitely?"
"I think so."
"Good."
"Shouldn´d we also get going?" Aya nodded silently. "Bombay…lead the way." "Hai, Abyssinian." Came the respond from trough the com link. Omi had heard everything through it. Right after this they were faced with a new problem. Though Brad was already able to stand and walk on his own again, he definitely wouldn't manage to run without loosing his balance.
Crawford cursed lowly in English. Ken looked questioning at Aya. "Abyssinian, Siberian, quick! They're already here!" The expression in Aya´s deep violet eyes darkened. There was no way they would make it out in time without leaving Brad behind. Fighting the police forces off was also out of choice. So, what was there else to do? He let his eyes travel over the slight frame of the dark-haired teen in front of him. "Hn."
Crawford eyed the redhead with distrust. That expression in his eyes was definitely suspicious. "What are you planning…?" "Aya?" Ken forgot to use his friends code name.
"What should that-? H-Hey!! Let me down!!"
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Omi watched the hotel corridor worriedly. He was waiting near the back exist, worriedly tapping from one foot to the other. Aya and Ken should be there by any second. He honestly hoped that they had Brad with them. The minutes went by. Still no sign of them.
Omi started to get hectic. Where were they?! "Bombay!!" Omi jumped with relief when he heard Ken's shout. Turning, he saw his brunette friend speeding towards him.
"Siberian! Where's Abys-?"
Omi´s eyes widened at what he saw. Aya had been coming just after Ken, carrying a protesting Brad over his right shoulder. "Which direction?!" Omi blinked nonplussed. "A- this way!" Realizing that there was no time to be astonished, he turned and led the way.
Everything went well until the last turn in front of the back exit. Omi and Ken had already made it outside when Aya, a bit slowed down by his burden, came to the last bend. The corridor was making a sharp turn in form of a T and was slippery due to the water. Aya´s boots weren't made for such conditions. It's easy to imagine what happened next. They turned just in time to see Aya dart by like a purple-black flash, when he started slipping. A timeless moment of flailing followed, then two surprised yelps.
/Crash!!/
The two younger assassins sweatdropped.
Not very long after that little incident they had all made it safely to the car and – after a rather short discussion of who was to drive (Ken and Omi had enough from the drive there) – on their way home. None of them noticed the broken lock of the Porsches trunk, nor that it wasn't fully closed anymore. And of course no one caught the brief lightening up of a single golden eye in it.
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Nagi was hell of a bored out of his brain by now. Just where the heck was everybody staying?! Not even that impudent intruder was moving! And he'd lost Schuldig since his arrival back in Japan.
Stifling a yawn, the prodigy of Schwarz finally closed the notebook that was resting in front of him, while scowling a bit. ´Nothing's going to happen tonight anymore anyway. Can as well shut it off.´
Suddenly a couple of hands were dropped over his eyes, a voice right next to his ear purring.
"Who is it?"
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Ende Chapter 11
Gomen for taking so long! I had the chapter already written and finished, but school had to interfere. T_T Tests, tests and just more tests!! *Grrr…*
Points of critic that have been taken note off:
Grammatical errors – I've gotten myself professional beta-reading help, so there shouldn't be any anymore.
Time to upload - ^^* There it is.^^ Well, I'm trying to keep the chapters ´bout the same length (ca. ten pages) and hold the quality (what little there is…), so it's taking sometimes a bit longer…^^* I'll work on it, but I can't promise…
Thanks to: Miss J, Snickerdoodle, hyperventilater, Arikura Kouhino, Stuntcat, Rei Eien, Jenny, C.M Aeris Queen of insanity, Blume, Yuki Akabara, Yami no Tenshi, P-Chanmisao, S. Wing, maxine0_0, Aries Draco and Kyra (Just wait and see^_^).
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