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Flight
Evron slowly opened one eye and watched the guards at his door. They had their backs to him, obviously not really caring if anything happened to him. The teen chuckled. As fun as it was to torment his guards, they never moved, and he'd rather not waste time on them, anyway. After all, he didn't need magic to know how to pick a lock, and that was the easiest method of getting past them he could think of at the moment. Oh, he knew there were simpler options, but something about having the hilt of a knife forcibly removed from his leg was preventing him from remembering what they were.
At least they're all too idiotic to notice anything.
Smiling at the guards' backs, he grabbed the wheelchair a short distance away and pulled himself into it. Perhaps this wasn't too bad, now that he thought about it. No one really expected a cripple to be able to get past three armed guards, after all. In fact, he was relatively certain the only reason they were armed with such deadly looking weapons was because Makayla and Fye had warned them that he was "mentally unstable". He smirked at the thought.
If I'm "mentally unstable" what does that make them?
Chuckling softly, he pulled a twist tie out of his pocket and headed for a drawer nearby that he had seen one of the nurses put a needle full of sedatives in.
Ironic, really, that the one thing the majority of these fools trust in is going to allow their worst nightmare to escape.
With a soft click the drawer was unlocked and the blonde slid it open noiselessly, checking that the guards hadn't noticed. They stood motionless at their positions in the hallway. Evron allowed a brief smile of triumph flit across his features before turning back to the task at hand.
The drawer in question was filled with paperwork. Sighing, the teenager began to pull the documents out and set them on the desk, noting as he did so how much Makayla's room at Fye's house looked before she moved out. A small writing desk was pushed up against the wall across from him a small window to the right of it, sealed shut. A few feet away was his bed, facing the door in a way that he could observe anyone passing by. The desk he was currently working at was against the wall opposite it, a few feet from the door. The teen smirked. If I remember correctly, all the rooms she volunteers in look like this.
How… ironic.
Wheeling himself over to the writing desk, he reached down carefully and fingered the knob of the bottom left hand drawer.
It was in here, I believe.
He pulled the drawer open to reveal a thin ebony laptop with a blood red dragon decorating the top. He chuckled softly as he ran his hand along the intricate design before pulling it out and opening it, absentmindedly hitting the power button. The start up screen flashed momentarily before fading to black, a golden box reading Password? appearing.
The teenager glanced back at the guards again before typing in Jason and waited while the desktop loaded. He scanned through her files quickly, looking for something he might find useful. A small, blue, beeping icon caught his eye and the teen clicked on it, waiting a minute before it opened into a small black box that read;
Raisu National Hospital Security System
System Armed
Video Feed Enabled
User code; 1-4143-0203-7
View Camera Feed Edit Security Status
Evron stared at it for a moment before clapping his hand over his mouth to stifle a fit of laughter. This moron has a connection to the security system on a laptop she left in a patient's room! How stupid can she get?
He took a moment to compose himself before hitting the link to the security status. He had to admit, despite his sister's stupidity she still proved useful now and then. Leaning back, the teen winced slightly. Dammit, the morphine's wearing off. Damn ninja. Damn nurses. Damn possibility of getting addicted. My leg hurts like hell.
I wonder if I can torment Fai when I leave?
The blonde boy chuckled softly at the memory of how he acted when they first met, when he wasn't influencing his actions. Priceless. All that anguish…
A soft beep from the computer snapped him out of his thoughts. Checking that the guards were occupied with their tasks, he glanced at the computer screen, eager to finish so he could get out of this hell-hole called a hospital. Unfortunately, it appeared Fate had different plans.
The screen had been replaced by a picture of a teenage Makayla and Fye hanging off the shoulders of a tall man with short, spiky black hair and crimson eyes, scowling at the camera, even though his eyes sparkled with a vague amusement. Evron growled.
Kurogane. That annoying ass, always screaming at everything that moved wrong around him, acting as if I didn't even exist. That bastard who let Aya die…
The blonde shook his head forcefully, hitting the enter key so the screen saver vanished and was replaced by a crimson box with blue writing reading, Disarm security system?
With a pang of annoyance the teen realized that the red was the exact color of his father's eyes, as the blue was the exact color of Fye's. Damn Makayla had colored everything so that it fit her stupid ass parents! Evron resisted the urge to throw the computer against the opposite wall as he hit the yes button. She'll pay for this in time, he promised himself. And for all these damn passwords, too.
He sighed as he retyped Jason a third time, but the screen returned stating that he had the incorrect password. Eyes narrowing impatiently, the teen tried Seth instead, but received the exact same results.
Dammit… alright, then. That means it would probably be…
An Angel's Tears.
The boy grinned as the window popped up again reading System Disarmed.
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"Kuro-tan, we're officially a couple now, right?"
Kurogane turned toward the magician, putting Sohi down.
"Where'd that come from?" he asked, frowning. Fai grinned.
"Well… I was thinking that since we're a couple now…" he paused, his smile softening as he heard his own words. Not that the ninja could blame him. A strange jolt had shot through him at the mention of them being a couple. He smiled at the magician, who blushed slightly.
"A-anyway, since we're a couple," he repeated, blush deepening. "I was wondering if I could tell Kayla and the others."
"No," the swordsman answered immediately, lifting Sohi again. His stomach and back painfully protested this, and he dropped it a few inches.
"But why not?" the magician pouted. Kurogane sighed as he sheathed his sword and turned toward him.
"One, that girl probably already knows, the us-es of this world being her parents," he pointed out, massaging his shoulder, "and two, if that manjuu finds out he'll never shut up about it."
The mage looked downcast for a moment before smiling brightly.
"Can I tell them when we get outta the hospital?" he asked, looking hopeful, his eyes widening until he looked like a dog. The ninja sighed again.
"Dammit, fine!" he snapped. "But not a day before!"
"Okay!" The wizard leaned over and gave him a quick kiss. "Whatever you say, Kuro-sama."
Kurogane flushed and shoved him off quickly as the door slid open.
"It's only me," Makayla said dryly, walking in with a tray carrying two plates of what appeared to be chicken. "Though you might have locked the door, at least."
The swordsman glared at Fai who glanced at him with a confused look on his face.
"We did," he muttered, taking the plate she handed to him. Makayla frowned.
"Weird," the writer mumbled, handing a plate to Fai, "I was sure the door to the ICU was locked, too…"
The ninja raised an eyebrow as he bit into his meal.
"What's wrong, Kurogane-sama?" she asked, turning toward him. The swordsman swallowed.
"Is there any other way to unlock the doors from outside?" he inqueried, setting his plate down. The writer nodded.
"If the security system's disarmed all doors and windows unlock," she informed them. "But only I have the password for that, and the system is installed on… my… computer oh crap!!"
The two men stared at her.
"My laptop," she gasped. "One of the nurses took it and put it in the last room I visit everyday, I think he might have guessed the passwords!"
Kurogane was filled with a strange sense of dread.
"He?" the ninja repeated. Makayla nodded, hands covering her mouth. "Who?"
"Ev…ron…" she muttered, staring at them in horror before bolting out the door. The swordsman tried to follow after her, but Fai pushed him back onto his pillows.
"What are you doing?!" he snapped. "That idiot-"
"You promised," the mage reminded gently, tapping his chest lightly. "You swore to me you'd take care of yourself."
"But…" I can't let him hurt you again!
The ninja glanced out the door, then at the magician, then out the door again. Fai must have understood, because he leaned forward and kissed the swordsman again.
"Silly Kuro-rin," he laughed. "He won't be able to hurt me. You crippled him, remember?"
Kurogane glared at him.
"I'm not worried about your physical condition," he muttered, sitting up again and pulling his boyfriend to his chest. "I don't want him hurting you, as a person."
He could feel the mage tense as he pulled away and stared at him for a moment. The ninja gazed back at him determinedly until the wizard smiled softly, one of those rare, beautifully genuine smile he rarely wore that made his heart skip several beats, and snuggled against the larger man's chest.
"You don't hafta worry about that," he muttered, still smiling. "You don't have to be close by to protect me there."
The swordsman smiled into the wizard's hair.
"I know," he muttered, kissing his head lightly. "Promise me you'll be careful anyway."
The mage chuckled as he pulled away again, reaching up and kissing him lightly.
"I promise," he said quietly, burying himself in the swordsman's chest again right as Makayla came rushing into the room again. The ninja blushed deeply and tensed to kick something at her if it wasn't an emergency.
"We have a problem," she said, ignoring the position the two men were in. "Evron's gone. His guards were all unconscious outside his room."
Fai stared at her as he detached himself from Kurogane's shirt.
"But that would mean…" he said slowly. The ninja growled
"The nurses say they saw him in the security office, but when I went in there all the guards were gone, and his knife was missing," she explained hurriedly. "I've called the police, of course, and they're searching for him, but I think…"
"He wanted the knife," Fai said slowly. "Which half did he take?"
The ninja glanced at him sharply before turning toward Makayla as she replied hurriedly, in a horrified voice, "He took the hilt…"
Kurogane glanced between them. They both looked as if they had just realized something, but he didn't see anything important in what was said. Silence reigned as he tried to figure it out.
"Alright, what the hell's so great about the damn hilt?!" he snapped finally. Fai turned toward him.
"It had some very interesting markings on it… and it cut too sharply for such a dull blade."
And then the ninja realized what that meant.
"The hilt's the feather."
A/N; Yay! The chapter from Hell is finished. No, seriously, I hated this chapter. I don't like writing in Evron's POV… he kinda scares me… something about the whole "manipulate your brain" thing just creeps me right out. I swear, I was in church today and I was thinking about where the feather should be (cuz I only planned up to chapter 17, so I took time in church to think up how the rest of it'll go) and I had an insane urge to shout out "THE DEVIL CHILD!! RUUUUUUUNNNNNNN!!" when I was thinking about how he uses it. I went to the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water instead. But at least now I know what's going to happen from here on. Oh, and Kurogane-sama's lifting Sohi to keep up his strength while incapacitated, and that's all he can do for the moment that won't rip out his stitches.
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