New chapter, yay :3
So I know Karkat and Tavros kind of avoid each other because they're like opposites. In this fic, they still are kinda awkward around each other in general, but when chasing the criminals or working on the case notes, they work perfectly in sync.
Oh and I'm so sorry for bleeping out some of the cuss words, it's just that my mom might get angry hehe ;-;
I cannot write Tavros properly. Sorry about that hehe.
Read on~
"Told you thith (this) was a bad idea." Sollux muttered, tensing and silently pulling out a knife from inside one of his boots. Gamzee ignored him, his violet eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out an escape plan.
Four thugs who had caught sight of the thick wad of cash in Gamzee's pocket currently surrounded the two. All four were armed with some sort of weapon; the biggest and burliest was brandishing a heavy metal bat at them, and the other three had knives of various lengths.
Back-to-back, Gamzee and Sollux circled, each knowing the other's strength and weakness. They'd been a team for years now. Without any warning or signal, they both struck.
Sollux took the three thugs with knives. He threw his own blade at one of them, catching him in the leg. The guy fell over, swearing, and Sollux kicked him in the stomach, yanking his knife out. He stabbed one of the other thugs in the arm and deflected a jab from the other. He kicked at one pair of legs, sweeping the thug off his feet, and brought down his heel onto his face. A scream of pain echoed around the dark alleyway, and without even looking, Sollux tossed his knife at the last thug, the blade slamming into his heart.
Gamzee had taken the leader, throwing punches and kicks. The thug was equally as deft, ducking and delivering a roundhouse kick to his stomach and a punch to his mouth. Gamzee stumbled back, but retaliated by crushing his knuckles against the thug's face. He fell backwards, clutching his jaw, eyes wide in pain. Gamzee ran at him, tackling him to the floor. They rolled around until the violet-eyed man was on top, his slender fingers curling around the thug's throat. He was squeezing the life out of him.
Violet eyes were clouded over with hate. The pain in his chest gradually faded away as his grip tightened.
"Gamzee. Gam, leave him." Sollux shook his shoulder, and Gamzee snapped out of it. Hastily climbing off the gasping man, he checked his pocket for the money and then cast a glance at Sollux. His partner looked perfectly unharmed, his different-colored eyes glittering in the moonlight.
"Told you this was a motherf*ckin' good idea." Gamzee spit out blood, a wide grin stretching over his face. Sollux retrieved his knife, wiping away the blood in Gamzee's long black hair, and slipped it back inside his boot. He ducked when a fist came swinging his way and smirked.
"We better go. Our famouth (famous) jewel robbery stharths (starts) tomorrow." Sollux pointed out, and his partner nodded, already scaling the fence and jumping down on the other side. The brunette followed, almost cutting his leg on the sharp barbed wire. He just hoped Gamzee wouldn't lose control like last time. If that happened, he wasn't sure if they would pull off these robberies.
Tavros Nitram shifted in his seat on the taxi, wondering why the heck he had chosen to live in such a dinky little town. The taxi inched across a pothole, and he leaned back with a sigh, not able to summon enough courage to ask the driver to increase speed. He ran his hand through his spiky brown Mohawk and sighed again.
After what seemed like hours, the road cleared, and the taxi shot down the lane, turning sharply around a few corners and coming to a shaky stop in front of a decent-sized white house. Tavros climbed out, fumbling in his pocket for a few dollar bills, and thrust them at the driver, mumbling a thanks. As the car drove off, he turned and unlocked the door to his house, frowning when he realized all the lights were on. Immediately, something told him that someone else was in the house, and he froze, his heart beating faster and faster.
The last person to creep into his house like that was Karkat, but Tavros knew it was someone else. For starters, Karkat wouldn't have left every light on. Also, Tavros hadn't heard from him in years, so it was highly unlikely.
"Uh…who's there?" he called out into the eerie silence.
"I assume y-you're Tavros?" a chilly voice came out of nowhere, and the brunette jumped wildly, looking around for the person of the voice.
His eyes fell upon a blonde man with a long-drawn face and glowing yellow eyes leaning against the kitchen wall. A bright purple streak in the middle of his hair seemed be the mysterious man's most distinguishable figure.
"I—yes. Who are you?" Tavros asked rather hesitantly. Out of old habits—and a tip that Karkat once told him, a while back—he always carried a switchblade in his back pocket. If this guy turned out to be a threat, Tavros would unleash it on him.
"Eridan. I'm here because the police f-force needs y-your help." Eridan said, crossing his arms.
"I'm not part of them anymore. I thought I made that clear years ago." Tavros replied stiffly, shrugging off his jacket and hanging it in the closet.
"Dirk days y-you owe him f-for Istanbul."
Tavros turned and looked at Eridan, knitting his brows. If Dirk was really that desperate for his help that he as bringing up Istanbul…well, the case must be pretty serious then.
"One on condition. My, uh, partner Karkat—" he started to say.
"Already being tracked down." Eridan cut him off, a cold smile flickering across his face. Tavros held back a shudder; he felt like he was drowning in ice thanks to the chilly tone.
"Is, uh, that all?" he asked, and the blonde nodded, turning to go. Tavros noted that Eridan was wearing a bulletproof vest underneath his regular purple shirt. He wondered how someone like the blonde would work for the police.
He frowned as Eridan left by the front door, and decided to call up Karkat. He scrolled through his contact list (which wasn't very many; he was still too shy to make any new friends), his finger hovering over Karkat's name.
But before he could dial his ex-partner, a loud ringing made him jump. His eyes locked on the house phone on a counter near the sink, and he willed his pulse to calm down. He weaved his way through the kitchen and glanced at the screen. Private number. That was strange.
"Hello?" Tavros spoke hesitantly into the receiver.
"So I hear you accepted the job." The familiar voice of Dirk's little brother—he had forgotten his name—floated into his ear.
"As long as Karkat does." Tavros said slowly.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll make sure Vantas gets his ass on the job. But I need some help, because he isn't easy to find." The boy—well, teen now—sounded carefree and smooth, like he really didn't need any help.
"Like, uh, what? I don't have his address." Tavros replied dubiously, and heard an annoyed sigh on the other end.
"Really? Well, that isn't very helpful dude." Dave—he remembered now—mumbled. Tavros could have given him Karkat's phone number, but felt like it would be some sort of betrayal, as silly as that sounded. So he just hid that secret of his.
"Sorry, uh, Dave." The brunette said sheepishly, and a second later heard a click and a long beep that signaled the end of the call.
Tavros frowned slightly, and then dialed Karkat's number on in impulse, wondering if he'd even pick up.
End! Karkat in the next chapter ;D
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~samx