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A.N: Chapter Seven here people~ And I'm sorry...but updating fast doesn't seem to work with me TT_TT though I DID have exams...
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Chapter Seven:
Fault and Futility
"Supervisor, have you seen Miss Lee? She was meant to train the new recruits..."
"Supervisor, the boots that I had repaired for Miss Lee have also disappeared!"
"Supervisor, several thousand pounds have been withdrawn from our bank in Switzerland."
"Supervi-"
"ENOUGH."
The long queue of people fell silent, as the Chinese man threw his hands down. "Lenalee...is on a mission..."
A mission?
I thought she had quit field work...
What about her-
Shh! Don't say it...
Komui tried to block out the hushed whispers that plagued on his own fears, but as the Supervisor, all he could do was smile and reassure the occupants that she was in perfect condition and they needn't worry. God could be so cruel... But then again, did a murderer like him really have the right to complain?
~... i think i'm doing the pagebreaks now... cuz mi-dango's too "busy" *cough-lazy-cough* ^^ ~
Kanda paced back and forth, sporting his customary scowl. "Can't this thing fly any faster?" He was still pissed over the fact that he had to wear a fucking hard hat HELMET! Not to mention a godforsaken oxygen mask and a ludicrous flying suit!
Allen didn't dare look behind him, choosing instead to glare at the sky before him. "What the hell are you complaining about! This is a bloody SR-71 Blackbird! Do you even know how fast we're going right now?"
"Blackbird, bird shit. I don't give a fuck what this is, just get it to go faster!" Kanda answered, folding his arms over his chest.
The British boy fought down a rising urge to kick the irritable teen headfirst out of their flight. "For your information," Allen seethed. "this 'bird shit' is the fastest air breathing manned aircraft EVER built! We're clocking an average of 2000 miles per hour! We'll be in China in less then four hours!"
"Che, whatever. I don't care, just go faster."
"If we go any faster you'll have to sit down." Allen retorted, flinching when the aircraft suddenly jolted. "Do you know how many regulations you're breaking just by standing?"
"Like I give a fu-"
The entire plane suddenly swerved to the right, sending the dark-haired teen flying into the padded walls.
"MOYASHI!"
"Just sit down," Allen replied tersely, whether from anger or fear - one couldn't tell. His grip tightened as a dirt runway stretched out before him. "We're about to land."
Kanda reluctantly sat down, knowing that even with his exceptional sense of balance, gravity would always win in the end.
"Thank you," the white-haired boy muttered sarcastically as he brought the plane down in a steady but steep decline. This would be their first and only fuel stop before they arrived in China. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
There was an ear piercing screech as the wheels abruptly made contact with the runway before it faded into the low thrum of the engine.
"Che. How long is this going to take?"
Allen shrugged, hastily wiping the sweat from his hands. "That depends on the engineers... I simply landed on the runway of one of the government bases."
Kanda raised an eyebrow as he stepped out of the aircraft, casting a sceptical look around the deserted runway. "You call this a government base?"
"PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR AND WALK AWAY FROM THE VEHICLE! WE HAVE YOU SURROUNDED."
Kanda smirked, as he removed the flying gear in one swift movement. "Surrounded? Che."
~Gravity always wins... another lesson... when you're playing against the wall (badminton/tennis) the wall always wins ^^~
Komui nearly spat out his tea when a transmission brought him abruptly back to reality.
"Base 49711 to HQ, over."
The Chinese man hastily picked up the speaker, "HQ receiving, over."
"We have a problem sir! A Blackbird has landed on our runway... Two unidentified persons have exited. Seeking advi-"
The transmission was abruptly replaced by static which eventually faded into silence. Komui instantly reached for the phone on his desk. "Section Chief Reever, please report to my office immediately."
Said man stepped into the room moments later, eyebrows raised. "What's the problem Komui?"
The Supervisor yanked down a map behind him, pointing to the border of Turkey. "I just received a transmission from Base 49711," his finger rested on a spot to the right of Mashhad, Iran. "A Blackbird landed on their runway. A Blackbird."
"A BLACKBIRD?" The Australian wondered if he was hearing wrong. "I thought the use of those planes had been discontinued...what on Earth is it doing on a F.A.I.L runway?"
"That's what I want to know. We need to send back up..."
"But we'll never make it in time! We don't have ANYTHING that's fast enough...not something that can be manned by on of us at least."
An eerie smile appeared on the Supervisor's face. "I knew something like this would happen. That's why-"
"No," Reever interjected. "You are not sending one of your Komurins there. Not while I'm alive."
"But-"
"No. Not now, not ever."
A maniacal expression soon replaced the eerie grin, "Too...late."
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Allen silently wondered if Kanda felt any remorse as men fell down one by one around them. There was no hesitation behind those merciless swings as he ended life after life in clean smooth swipes. It was as if the idea of "comrades" had never graced the teen's mind, it was as if Kanda didn't care who was on the end of his blade, as long as they died.
But it was beautiful...it pained Allen to think so, but he could feel himself being drawn in by the whirlwind of movements.
Cut, slash, pivot, slice, stab, twist...it was like a dance...a dance that Kanda depicted so exquisitely...Allen was captivated. Kanda was a shadow amongst them, petals of blood seemed to fill the air, blooming around the teen's every step.
What's wrong with me...he's a murderer! I shouldn't-
Allen caught his breath as the dark-haired assassin approached him, wiping the blood from his blade. "Che. What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and fill the damn plane."
Onyx eyes widened as pale fingers reached towards his face. "There's blood on your face..."
"O-Oi! Moyashi... What the hell are you-"
Allen blinked, snapping back into reality. "Eh? EH? Ah! Sorry!" The boy suddenly backed away, a blush painted over his cheeks. Lowering his eyes, the white-haired boy dashed away from the Japanese teen. Jet fuel, Allen. Get the jet fuel...Get the-
*BANG!*
Allen winced as he was thrown back into the unsuspecting form of Kanda. "Ouch!" He muttered, as he hastily tried to get off the teen's chest only to be pulled back down. What-
"Look out, idiot," Kanda growled, bringing Allen's face into his chest as a beam shot over their heads.
"Th-Thanks." Allen stuttered as he hastily stood up, his cheeks going warm again. Why did he save me...wouldn't it be better if I died? After all-
"Tch. What the fuck is your problem. Quit zoning out and fight!"
As if to emphasize his point, another beam of red sizzled past them followed by a flurry of metal arms.
"EH?" Allen gaped at the construction of metal in horror as he leapt out of harm's way. "A KOMURIN?"
"Quit gawking and destroy that goddamn thing," Kanda snapped as he weaved in and out of the attacks, parrying the large chunks of metal.
The white-haired boy turned to face the contraption, his heart still pounding in his chest. "I know, I know." He raised his left arm, focus. "Innocence activate."
~Komurin... *twitch*~
"Uncle Tyki...Play with me?"
Said man arched a brow as he tore his gaze briefly away from the screen. "I can't."
"Eh? Why not?"The blue-haired girl whined.
"Because I'm busy." Tyki turned back to the screen. "Go bother the twins."
Rhode pouted, crossing her arms in a childish display. "But they've gone out..."
Her voice grated against his nerves and it took every ounce of his rapidly diminishing patience in order for him not to strike out at the little girl. "Look Rhode. Uncle Tyki is busy doing work. So why don't you be a good girl and go play with someone else?"
Gold eyes regarded him suspiciously before the girl relented. "Fine~ I'll go play with someone else."
The Portuguese man sighed as Rhode left the room. Note to self: never have kids.
Chatroom has been established. Who do you wish to invite?
A playful smile shaped the man's dark-skinned features as he swiftly entered in the necessary coding.
CarrotMachine has entered the room.
ShadowedTease says: It's been a while...Bookman Jr.
Tyki chuckled to himself when a reply was quickly dealt.
CarrotMachine says: It's been 7hrs, 15 minutes and 42 seconds. That's not exactly a long time.
The Portuguese man thrummed his fingers on the table. He was counting? Interesting...
ShadowedTease says: A long time is a rather subjective term, I guess. But was it necessary to time the times in which we meet?
CarrotMachine says: I didn't time it. My computer recorded your unauthorised access.
ShadowedTease says: Then stop me. Unless...
Tyki paused, his lips curved into a smirk. Maybe it was time to meet face to face? Before things get dirty that is...
ShadowedTease says: You don't know how.
CarrotMachine says: Don't underestimate me, bastard!
ShadowedTease says: London... That's not too far.
CarrotMachine is typing...
ShadowedTease says: I'll see you soon.
ShadowedTease has closed the chatroom.
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Kanda sheathed his blade as Allen darted from metal to metal, effectively bringing the robot atrocity to a dull and grinding halt. The Japanese teen, strode away from the fight knowing that his presence there was unnecessary. He himself had faced the power concealed within that pale and child-like body...and lost. Kanda gritted his teeth in annoyance as he moved to refuel the plane.
Out of the corner of his eyes, Allen took note of Kanda refilling the Blackbird. Good. Then we can leave the godforsaken place. The white-haired boy ducked underneath an oncoming arm, slicing it cleanly with his innocence. The smell of blood hung heavily in the air, tugging at what was left of his usual appetite. He wasn't eating lunch today. Allen wondered if using his sword would have been a better idea...
-"Don't bring it out unless you absolutely have to. After all, you are our secret weapon."-
Tyki Mikk... The name brought a bad taste in his mouth, or maybe it was the blood? Allen placed the matter aside, he couldn't afford to be distracted in a fight. Even one as pointless as this.
xXx (changes in POV)
Kanda found himself unable to look away from the white-haired boy. He was a blur of white amongst the glinting limbs, an angelic form amongst a hellish contraption. That moyashi...he looks so fragile, child-like...yet-
The Komurin collapsed into a pile of useless metal, with a loud crash sending up clouds of blood-stained dust.
-Yet...he-
"-nda!"
"BaKanda!"
Kanda scowled, turning to face the white-haired boy. "What."
Allen gestured to the plane as he leant against the hangar wall. "Let's g-"
All of a sudden, the boy crumpled, seized by a coughing fit.
"Oi! Moyashi!" An edge of worry could be detected in Kanda's tone as he rushed to the boy's side. "Oi!"
xXx
Allen could feel the edges of his mind going fuzzy. Daggers of pain buried themselves in his arm, chest and throat dragging out ragged cries from the breathless boy. He was succumbing to the darkness that seeped into his mind, offering sweet relief from the excruciating pain. An easy way out...
Kanda?
He could hear Kanda's voice... What did it matter? He was a traitor after all... A useless, dying traitor...
Can't...
...Breathe.
xXx
Kanda swore as the boy went limp in his arms. "Oi!" Pressing his fingers to Allen's neck, the dark-haired teen searched for a pulse... He relaxed momentarily when he felt the faint fluttering of a heart beat. His hand shifted to the boy's chest.
Shit.
The Moyashi wasn't breathing. Kanda stared at the pale form in rising desperation... He was an assassin not a doctor!
-Caught unawares, his lips came crashing down onto Allen's...-
Kanda scowled, why the fuck was he remembering something like tha-
His gaze fell back to the unbreathing figure.
Shit.
The dark-haired assassin bent down to meet the snow-haired boy, pressing his mouth against the ice cold lips.
Shit.
He forced air down the boy's throat, tasting the bitter tang of blood.
Was this the innocence?
Time liked to play cruel games, stretching out an eternity between each mouthful of air. It seemed to provoke him, urging the unrest of feelings he couldn't quite place. The Moyashi was dying in his arms, still and cold - angelic in the face of death.
Don't you fucking die on me.
-o0o-
"...it seems the Fourteenth was successful."
No...
"You don't have much time..."
You're lying...
"The NOAH gene inside you will-"
Shut up!
"-react with the innocence..."
My innocence?
"You have a few months...half a year at the most.
That's not enough time...!
"What will happen to Allen if the Fourteenth takes over?"
-o0o-
Allen numbly regained consciousness, slowly taking in the various sensations throughout his body.
What?
"Shit."
Silver eyes few open at the statement adjusting quickly to the harsh sunlight. Ebony locks hung around him as onyx eyes regarded him with an emotion he couldn't identify. Allen stared at Kanda in shock, struggling to come to terms with what had just happened.
We were...ki- He didn't dare complete the thought, dismissing it in an instant. No... He must have been trying to drug me-
In a flash, Allen had Kanda pinned to the wall. "What the hell did you do to me?" He demanded, pressing a knife against the teen's throat. I shouldn't have used my innocence... I'm such an idiot...
The assassin didn't flinch, replying evenly, "I saved your life."
Why...? Why do you help me? Don't you hate me? I can't do this anymore... This stupid farce...
Allen fell to his knees, letting the knife clatter to the floor. "Why?"
Kanda didn't deign to reply, he couldn't answer a question that he didn't know himself. He was taken aback, to say the least, when the Moyashi suddenly staggered upright, his voice fell like pebbles into a pond,
"Don't you hate me?"
The question took him by surprise. Did he... hate the sprout? He could see the bloody claws of despair tearing away at the boy... it infuriated him. Why the fuck is he like this? He could recall their playful banters from the past - memories he grudgingly treasured. Was that all a lie - a stupid farce you came up with? His anger was shifting, being rapidly swallowed by an entirely different emotion - something...he couldn't identify.
Allen's eyes widened as Kanda brought their lips together. Time didn't slow... The moment didn't last - but...
The pair broke apart, breathlessly, neither sure of how to react. Neither aware of the consequences that would result.
But...?
Page breaks courtesy of xXWhite ButterflyXx for a change xD
YULLEN! i really hope i didn't rush this... but hey... it has been 7 chapters. but yeah, please give me feed back on this especially ' It's my first time writing er... romance in general... but yeah.
Speaking of which... would you guys like it if the rating goes higher? *coughsmutcough*
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