It Began on the Streets

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Part 19

Fuji was rather surprised at the abrupt late night/early morning phone call. Apparently Kaori called needing a favor. Ryoma is missing, again. She told him that he went on a solo mission assigned by Tatsuha. Of course Fuji had some voice of doubt but Kaori assured him that Tatsuha was not a threat anymore but could be if anything happened to Ryoma.

She had sent him the company Ryoma was going on a mission for. Coincidentally Fuji knew who the owner of the company was and what they were capable of. He told Kaori that Ryoma should've had backup. Fuji knew even Tatsuha couldn't handle it. That just made Kaori panic, but Fuji assured her that Ryoma probably made it out and is just trying to lay low as to not attract attention to himself.

Kaori still was worried. She begged over the phone saying she'd risk having a month vacation as long as they help find Ryoma. Fuji was rather puzzled at this. She sounded like she didn't want a month vacation. Kaori explained it to him. It was the worst kind of punishment to them. It represented on how the boss was tired of you and is gladly sending you away to enjoy yourself without a gun or any fighting equipment. She told Fuji that she and Satoshi were leaving in a week for one week.

Fuji pulled the phone away as Kaori went back into her hysterics again. He got sidetracked as he saw who entered the mansion and smiled his 'I've-got-a-plan' smile.

"Kaori-san, I have the perfect bloodhound."

-X-

Tezuka suddenly woke due to sudden pains that he felt. He realized that he was still in his office. He thought by now that Fuji would come and get him. It was five in the morning. He shrugged it off. He was taking the day off today. His limbs were aching in sleeping in an uncomfortable position. He slowly stood up after informing his secretary. He slowly walked over to grab his coat and keys to drive back to Atobe's mansion. People were hardly up at this hour.

As he drove, he kept thinking. No matter what Ryoma had done, he found that he still loved the 'gang leader', although they really sounded like mercenaries instead. Damn, it had been really hard the first time Ryoma disappeared from his life. It was happening again. Now that he knew that Ryoma was alive, he didn't want to let him go.

Fuji would help him. Of course he wasn't thinking of what Fuji would put him through. Simply, he didn't care.

Tezuka arrived finally and entered. Of course he paused as he heard Fuji's voice.

"…I have the perfect bloodhound."

Tezuka wondered which was safer, confronting said sadist or hightailing it to his room? Hightailing it to his room it is. He made fast but soft steps to the stairs. Unfortunately, he didn't get very far.

"Tezuka! You're back!" Fuji said. Tezuka shivered. He didn't want to know what unsurprising scheme Fuji was up to. "Did you have a nice sleep?" Tezuka studied the sadist carefully.

"No, I plan on doing it right now, Fuji," Tezuka answered.

"But you did sleep, did you not?" Tezuka nodded, not trusting his voice at the moment. "Good. Maybe you should take a walk around town and get some exercise in this morning."

"Why?" Tezuka asked abruptly.

"It should help clear your head." And maybe find a certain stray along the way. You seem to have a thing for that, ne… Fuji added silently as an afterthought.

"Alright," Tezuka reluctantly agreed.

He knew Fuji was up to something. He went up to change. Apparently Fuji was waiting for him.

Back downstairs Fuji dialed the number to Kaori's cell.

"Kaori-san, the stray will be found somewhere this morning. I'll inform you if he's dead or not." He hung up as soon as Tezuka came back.

"I'm joining you until I reach the bakery. I ordered something and I wanted to get it before a huge line forms later on," Fuji explained and they headed off.

-X-

Ryoma gasped as he tried to move his right arm. At least not many people knew he was left-handed. He had defeated the fifty, some odd goons in two hours. He had a few setbacks. They didn't show any mercy. But at least he got rid of them. He started walking out of the area. He needed to find some bandages and probably tweezers. The bullet wound was, thankfully, holding the bleeding but it was bleeding nonetheless.

The streets were deserted at this time of day. Lucky for him, but it was a long walk back to the house. He'd already torn off a strip of his shirt to hold his stab wound on his shoulder and another on his bullet wound. He began limp walking since he had another bleeding cut on his leg. That'd already cost him about a quarter of his shirt. God he was so tired.

Ryoma leaned against a deserted alley he caught up to. He slumped down. He was loosing blood fast. He still had a long way to go. He did realize that he was dripping blood on the cement. At least it wasn't leaving some sort of trail. There was some dripped in every block. Though it probably was some sort of trail. People don't really notice.

He couldn't stay here. It'd be awhile before people actually start walking the streets. He didn't want to be found. He shakily stood up and began walking again.

He needed to get back before he collapsed.

-X-

Tezuka gave up. He'd been trying to figure out what Fuji had been planning and came up with nothing substantial. He did decide to accompany Fuji to the bakery but he insisted not to. So Tezuka agreed and began walking around. The streets were deserted but it felt relaxing.

Maybe this time Fuji wasn't planning something but helping him. Tezuka did have to admit, Fuji had been taking care of him this whole week. Fuji had been watching all of his decisions among his company to make sure he didn't make mistakes and took him home when he was overworking himself.

He walked further into the town. He was enjoying it. He really didn't have time to himself at most. Fuji wasn't planning anything.

Tezuka wasn't watching where he was going and bumped into something. He took a step back from the recoil. He saw someone in front of him, falling towards him. Tezuka expertly caught the person. He felt something wet on his hands as he gripped the person's arms. He examined it and saw red.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked as he tried to look at he person. When he did, he gasped in surprise.

"Ryoma…"

Ryoma fought to keep his eyes open as he heard his name. But he couldn't tell who it was and just collapsed. This person would help him. Right?

Tezuka held Ryoma in his arms while dialing Fuji's number.

"Fuji? Call an available driver…" Tezuka told him. He explained what happened and told Fuji to hurry and hang up.

He was relieved, five minutes later a car had come to get them. Although it was suspicious that the car came early, Tezuka didn't pay it any mind, as Ryoma needed medical attention immediately. He dialed for his personal doctor and asked to bring some assistance.

Of course, the more logical reason would be to take Ryoma to the hospital. But he was sure Ryoma didn't want the attention of being found after he was presumed dead. They would inform his parents who were in America. He doubted that Ryoma would be too happy about it. Besides he was sure the doctors would question Ryoma on what happened.

-X-

Fuji glanced worriedly as Tezuka's private doctor worked with Ryoma's injuries. Seems like one hell of a mission Tatsuha sent him on. Fuji made a mental note to have a 'talk' with Tatsuha soon. Ryoma was suffering from a stab wound on the right shoulder, a bullet wound in the right arm, and a deep cut on his left leg. That didn't look to well. Fuji wondered if Ryoma did need a blood transfusion because it looked like he lost a lot of blood. As Fuji thought of it, the doctor informed them that he didn't need a blood transfusion. It seemed like he lost a lot of blood but Ryoma was resourceful in halting the blood while it clots. Ryoma was lucky to survive infiltrating the company like that and escape alive. From what Fuji had gathered before, no one survived. Which reminded him, he needed to contact Kaori.

"Kaori-san, the kitten didn't die. Seems he does have nine lives…" Fuji stated over the phone. "I think you can come and pick him up now before he wakes up and extends your vacation to a month." A groan came from the bed. "Ah, I think you're already too late. I guess you could bargain. I'll see you later." Fuji hung up. He smiled as he noticed that Tezuka was already by Ryoma's side as he woke up. It took Ryoma a while to get up and realize he was not in familiar territory. It wasn't twenty seconds before a gun was pointed at them. Fuji figured Ryoma knew how to hide weapons. Good fabrication. They thought they removed all harmful objects. Guess not.

Tezuka had been worried as the doctor spoke of the injuries. He thought that they needed to take him to the hospital, but it seems that it looked like it. Ryoma was able to hold the bleeding in. Although the doctor had to manually remove the bullet from his arm, nothing else was really serious. The doctor did question how Ryoma came with about twenty weapons on him. Fuji quickly responded that the doctor was there to help heal the patient not question the 'accessories', if you could refer to them as such, unless it relates to the injuries. The doctor said no more. It seemed the doctor too was afraid of what Fuji might do to him.

When the doctor left, Ryoma stated to wake. It wasn't twenty seconds before a gun was pointed at Fuji.

"Put that down. There's nothing for you to shoot," Tezuka said evenly. It made the gun turn on him. Ryoma scowled and muttered what Tezuka heard something along 'persistent flies'. The gun was turned away from him back to Fuji, who just kept smiling.

"Give me your phone," Ryoma demanded.

"Echizen, all you had to do was ask," Fuji teased before tossing him the phone. Ryoma expertly caught it. "Hit redial," Fuji told him. Ryoma looked at him asking 'why'. "I'm sure Kaori-san would love to hear from you."

When Kaori answered Ryoma spoke: "Tell Satoshi that his vacation has been cancelled and you'll be willing to take it along with another three weeks."

The occupants heard a loud shout of 'WHAT' before Ryoma hung up. Fuji chuckled and took the phone back. Ryoma was about to get out of the bed.

"Lie back down. You're going to fall," Tezuka told him. Ryoma absolutely refused. Tezuka wasn't fazed when the gun was pointed at him.

"Try to stop me and I swear I'll finish what the job I started years ago," Ryoma said angrily. He was pissed.

He was able to stand on the opposite side of the bed from Tezuka. Before he could take another step, the gun was out of his hands, he was swung around, and fell back on the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows to see who managed to sneak up on him without him knowing. Fuji stood there smiling, holding his gun, and pointing it at him. He scowled up at the former tensai.

"Now, now, Ryoma, there's no need for threats. Now stay in bed like a good little boy – Ryoma scowled – and tell us the story on how you were able to survive escaping Capital Corporations," Fuji said. Tezuka sighed.

"Fuji put that down. There's no need for it," Tezuka said.

"Ah but Tezuka, if I don't he's just going to pull another stunt on us." As he said that, Fuji hit the barrel of the gun on Ryoma's hand, preventing him from drawing out another weapon. "See. So are you going to tell us the story?" Ryoma glared at him.

"I escaped the building with a stab wound and a bullet wound. I sure as hell can escape even if I'm indisposed," Ryoma stated.

"Oh, is that a challenge?"

Tezuka hated where this was going. He'd better put a stop to it before – Too late. He felt the barrel of the gun pressed to his neck. He sighed. This is so stupid. Caught in his thoughts he didn't realize Ryoma had gotten another weapon and pointed it at him.

"Give me my knife back," Ryoma demanded. Fuji seemed to look confused. But they could tell it was false.

"Which one?" Fuji asked.

"The one with the writing on it."

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

Ryoma glared while Fuji just kept smiling. "Dammit Fuji-senpai, I'll kill him if you don't give it back. I don't have time for your stupid underhand set ups!" Fuji just sighed.

"Saa… Fine, fine… I'll go get it." With that, Fuji left to retrieve said item. Ryoma then turned to look at Tezuka.

"Don't try anything stupid." Tezuka raised a brow in question, turning to fully face him.

"I should be saying that to you," Tezuka responded looking Ryoma in the eyes.

"Don't patronize me."

This time, Tezuka took the initiative. He backhanded him, making Ryoma fall to sit on the bed and drop the gun. Tezuka kicked it away. Ryoma placed a hand on his cheek and stared at him in shock before glaring. He swung his left arm to throw a punch but Tezuka caught his wrist before it hit. Ryoma attempted to kick with his right leg but Tezuka managed to get that one before it hit. Ryoma did realize that he was trapped. With his injuries on his right arm and left leg were indisposed. He knew that he wouldn't be able to hit with any of them.

"Let me go," Ryoma demanded. He did realize that he didn't have any authority. Tezuka unceremoniously dropped him on the bed.

"Stay there until they come." He commanded. Ryoma growled in annoyance. The second Tezuka turned away was his chance. He didn't make it very far as an arm hooked around his waist and lifted him up. He cursed his height sometimes. "Calm yourself." Tezuka said as he carted him off to the bed again. "Keep still or I'll tie you down."

"I'd like to see—"

Ryoma was silenced with a pair of lips on his. He was shocked as Tezuka thoroughly kissed him. He couldn't help but respond back. Despite his injuries, he was still able to move them freely. They didn't hurt as much. They pulled away a minute later to catch their breaths. Ryoma pulled him back down for another.

TBC--------------

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