Lol, I just now realized how vague the prologue was... whoops...
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis or Inception
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Nighttime: Japanese Castle
"Ideas. Knowledge. The most dangerous weapons," Sanada crossed his legs and leaned forward against the table, gazing evenly at the man before him.
His eyes narrowed, "What makes you say that?"
"They infect your mind," Yanagi answered from his spot by the wall, "There is nothing more dangerous than something that can penetrate your mind."
"And how does that concern me?"
"Extractors. People trained to steal ideas," he intoned.
The man appeared baffled, "Steal ideas?"
"'How?' is what you were going to ask," Yanagi smirked, "The subconscious lowers defenses when sleeping, obviously. So in a dream, an extractor can find the idea easily."
"The subconscious, like the physical body can be trained. You can train it. We can help you."
"You can?"
"I am an extractor."
"One of the best, according to the data."
Sanada shot his friend a look for interrupting, "But to do this, I will need to know everything about you."
There was a moments silence before the man stood and opened the doors behind him, "I will consider the offer."
As the man left, Yanagi turned, "He knows, Genichirou."
"Tarundoru."
From somewhere, there came an incessant high-pitched whine, the kind that pierced the eardrums and never seemed to go away.
Daytime: Apartment
If there was one upside to this job, it was pushing Sanada into a bathtub full of water.
Yagyuu lifted two fingers and pushed his glasses into place. He watched his former vice-captain, dozing in the chair, poised to fall before turning his attention to the clock on the wall. His eyes followed the tubes that were taped to the inside of Sanada's wrist until they came to a compact silver briefcase on the floor. More tubes sprouted from the case: one set leading to Yanagi, the other to another room. He glanced at the data master, sleeping in an armchair in the other room, his glasses flashing in the hazy sunlight that came in through the bathroom window.
A shrill noise sounded in his ears.
No.
He whipped his head up to look at the clock again. It was too soon. Not yet. Not yet.
Daytime: Train
Jackal winced a little when he saw Yagyuu's head bump slightly against the train window. He stared at the watch in the palm of his hand.
Daytime: Apartment
Yagyuu put a hand on Sanada's shoulder and shook the large man a little.
Nighttime: Japanese Castle
Something like an explosion rumbles through the air around them. Sanada and Yanagi steady themselves against the wall of the building.
"I told you, Genichirou. He knows."
"It doesn't matter," he clenched his jaw, "I can get it."
Yanagi's eyes widened, granting his friend a rare glimpse of his grey eyes, "Buchou," the word left his lips in a shocked whisper.
Sanada whirled around to see Yukimura standing there, an angelic smile on his face, "Renji," he swallowed, "You go." He closed his eyes and heard the tap of retreating footsteps before opening them to rest on his former captain.
"If I jumped, would you jump too?" the beautiful man leaned against the railing of the balcony.
"Yukimura," he rasped.
The angelic—and yet terrifying—smile turned onto him, "I think I already know the answer to that."
"What are you doing here?"
"Don't you miss me?"
He looked away, unable to meet those unnaturally bright blue eyes, "Of course. Of course I do. But—" Sanada inhaled the salty air.
"But what?"
He slid open the wooden door, "Buchou," he said softly, "Please. Sit down."
Yukimura obliged and settled himself into the plush armchair, "Tell me, Genichirou. Do the others miss me?" he watched the other man pull on a pair of gloves.
"More than you'll ever know," Sanada begins tying a black rope around a leg of the chair.
"I wonder how Akaya is doing."
He pulled on the rope roughly, "I haven't seen him since—"
"Genichirou, what—"
"Don't move."
Yukimura stared at the open window long after Sanada had disappeared through it. His gaze trailed the black rope to the windowsill. A small smirk played on his delicate features and a strange gleam entered his eyes.
Sanada raised his head to see the taut black rope disappear over the balcony above. Yukimura. He felt him leave the chair before he started falling. Well, what was he expecting? His former captain had never been one for taking orders from others, even Sanada.
He drew the wakizashi from inside his jacket. Pulling himself back up and opening the window had been a piece of cake. Now, with his back pressed against a wall, Sanada peered out. Sure enough, there was a guard there. Renji's data never failed. He closed his eyes and waited, listening to the footsteps until he heard the guard reach the corner and turn.
It was over in seconds. Darting out, clamping a hand over the man's mouth and drawing the blade across the throat. Sanada wiped the blade off before lowering the body to the floor.
There. His target.
As soon as he opened the door, the lights flooded on. Sanada blinked as his vision came back into focus.
The man from before was there, as though expecting him. And next to him stood Yukimura.
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