Haunted

Chapter 2: Memories of Night

Aya scowled and shifted around on the couch, eyeing Omi's probing carefully. He winced when Omi gently ran his hands over Aya's chest and poor Omi was met with a vicious glare.

"I—I'm sorry, Aya. I'll be more careful," Omi whimpered and lifted himself to his feet to face his other teammates as well.

"So?" Ken asked blankly, shaking brown hair away from his eyes.

"Well, other than bruised, banged up a bit, and shot I think he's fine. His ribs weren't broken like we thought." Omi smiled briefly and his gaze shifted over to Aya.

"Hn." Aya murmured and rose to his feet, showing no sign of any pain, which the rest of Weiß were actually secretly relieved about; it wasn't a fun night.

---Flashback---

Flashes of silver seemed to come out of nowhere as guns were drawn towards the unknown figures in the shadows. Yohji's eyes widened as he found himself within a ray of red light.He cursed silently under his breath, great he just tripped the alarm system. It seemed like millions of little ants rushing out of a crumbling anthill the way that the security army rushed out from random areas where they had been oblivious up until recently. Yohji contemplated to just run, good idea.

Ken exhaled in frustration and punched the closest wall. Dammit. Why now when they were making their exit? Ken's eyes shifted into a nasty glare as the clumsy playboy ran his way.

"Siberian! They're everywhere we should go NOW!" Yohji yelled down the hall. At the least he seemed to remember to use Ken's code name, the older man was not completely lost.

"Balinese why did you have to screw up NOW of all times?" Ken started angrily.

"Balinese, come in. This is Bombay do you read me?" Omi's voice came in over the comm.

"Yeah I read you." Yohji replied with a roll of his eyes. It seemed Ken gave up trying to shove his mistake in his face.

"Is Siberian with you?" Omi replied with an annoyed tone in his voice.

"Yes, I'm sorry, Om—Bombay," Yohji sighed.

"You could have just asked me," Ken stated simply and ran a hand through his sweat-coated hair, "Anyway we should go before those bastards catch our scent."

"Hai, I'll meet you outside," Omi answered and cut the connection, shuffling from his hiding place outside. He folded up his laptop and slipped it away before dashing off to their planned meeting place.

"Location." Came the deep clear voice of their leader, a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Abyssinian?" Omi looked up towards the dark sky above him, "I'm almost there."

"Uh we're on the second floor and descending," Ken answered and tugged on Yohji sleeve to signal to follow him before he started running.

"Who set off the alarm?" Aya asked coldly.

"It was—" Ken started.

"I did." Yohji seemed to finish for Ken and wasn't surprised when there wasn't an answer from the redhead. Aya probably already suspected that even though the last time they set an alarm off it had been Omi's fault. Yohji began dashing down the long hallways after Ken. Their footsteps seemed to echo through out the whole building until the sounds of gunshots entered their ears.

Aya sprinted down the hallway in a mad dash; he hadn't had to run this fast in the longest time. His breath came in unison with his light step as he raced down the blank hallways. They all looked the same and it even led to him going in the wrong direction for a while. Countless studying of the map didn't even help him when everything, in the end, looked the same.

Soon, Aya knew, only moments it would take for the hoard of ants to catch up to him and cover him with the stings of their bullets. Aya skidded to a fatal halt in front of a thick glass window. He looked down to find that he was indeed on the third floor. Don't think; run. He cursed himself and spun away from the window to hear many footsteps closing in on him as aims locked on his shadowy form caught in the rays of white walls.

There were about sixty of them all positioned to fire at him, all taking careful and concentrated aim. Aya dove to the side and rolled along the ground, bringing his katana up above his head. He brought it down on the nearest man and slit easily through him. Blood littered the ground in filthy red stains. Aya spun around, executing his form perfectly, the silver dancing like a ribbon caught in the moonlight from the sky. Ice filled violet eyes caught the glint off his blade and reflected it back at the fear-filled eyes of his enemies.

Guns went off, showering bullets on the surprised redhead, suddenly his positioning broke when a bullet shot roughly through his shoulder and sent him stumbling backwards. Aya tried to regain his footing on the blood-covered ground, but he couldn't in time before he slammed hard against the window. That was it, Aya shut his eyes tightly and hadn't realized how close to the window he had come before he slowly felt himself falling.

Violet eyes opened slightly, taking in the glittering glass falling all around him. Soft words of poetry seemed to filter into the air and hover like the shards did. The clear pieces shimmered in the starlight coming from the black sea that seemed so close. Aya shut his eyes and wondered if everything would end when he hit the ground.

To be continued...

I hope this better explained things! Sorry, I like short chapters x.x! I'm not used to writing such long fanfics yet, and I'm new at the chapter thing; I usually just write one long story. REVIEW!