Third chapter of my Rose Hunter story! I hope all you Versailles fans are enjoying the story so far! Cookies for reviewers!
Disclaimer: I do not own the band Versailles or any of its members.
Yuki sat as far underneath the sun blocking umbrella as he could. It felt like he had been sitting in this 'hell hole' for days. In truth, it had only been a few hours since he had arrived at this outdoor café and started his surveillance on Kamijo. This had to be the most sunlight Yuki had been exposed to in all his known life; his body felt heavy and his head felt like it was about to split open. Staring at Kamijo, only a few tables from him, only made it worse.
The man had long golden reddish-brown hair that came down to his lower back, he was wearing tight black leather pants-with even tighter black leather boots that laced up to his knees, a puffy white long sleeved shirt, along with a thick black overcoat and white gloves. He had been sitting in direct sunlight for the same amount of time as Yuki and yet he hadn't even broken out in sweat! HOW IS THAT EVEN POSSIBLE? Yuki thought irritably.
The other thing that pissed Yuki off about the whole thing was that the man seemed to be sitting there for no apparent reason other to drink some fancy red wine and read a book! For what his client was willing to pay for him to kill Kamijo, he sure didn't seem like much of a threat. No secret meetings with assassins or even some business acquaintances. He just sat there reading some cheap horror book with the title of Dracula. Yuki had seen it a few times in stores he had visited, but after reading the summary had firmly decided never to read it because of its tomfoolery. Vampires, thought Yuki dryly, as if such ridiculous creatures really existed.
Yuki watched with barely any interest as Kamijo once again signaled a waitress to bring him yet another glass of wine. So the man could drink, but Yuki refused to be outdone by this sweatless, rich man; especially on a day like this. Signaling to one of the other waitresses he ordered one of his favorite brands of alcohol and started chugging it. He wasn't worried about getting drunk, he knew how much alcohol his body could tolerate, but it would help sooth his headache at least a little bit.
However his temporary relief of pain lasted only for a minute, as a very loud argument broke out at the table next to him. It was between the waitress that had just served him his drink and a clearly wasted man.
"Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave this establishment. I refuse to tolerate this kind of harassment," said the waitress angrily.
"Ooooh come on baby, don't be like that! I just need a little loving is all," responded the man grabbing the woman's arm.
"Well you can find it somewhere else," replied the women forcefully jerking her arm free. This made the drunken man very angry, and he violently grabbed the women by her other arm and pulled her down on his lap.
"Now baby, don't be like that. You're a waitress see, and waitresses serve people. I just happen to be in the mood for a little something sweet, if you know what I mean."
"Let me go," said the women in a pain-laced and panicked voice. "You're hurting me!" Yuki watched as her eyes looked desperately around the café pleading for someone to come and save her.
Sighing Yuki stood up from the table. He knew that causing a scene or bringing attention to himself, especially in front of his target, was a foolish thing to do, but it went against his honor code to not help someone in distress…especially a women. And an even more important reason for him to get involved, he was pissed and need to blow off steam.
Walking up to the man Yuki stated, "I believe the lady ask you to let her go."
The man looked up at Yuki and smirked, "And what if I don't wanna? Are you going to make me pretty boy?"
Yuki felt a vain in his forehead tweak, he hated being called pretty; it was a term reserved only for women. Cracking his knuckles he replied, "Then yes, I am, although you're so wasted I could probably beat you with both hands behind my back and my eyes closed."
His brain clouded with rage the drunk man roughly shoved the waitress off his lap and stood up, "Is that so pretty boy, well then fine let's see you fight me like that; but I'm letting you know now I was, and still am, one of the best fist fighters in this town. I'm going to make you wish you'd never made that arrogant boast."
By the time the drunkard had finished his little speech, Yuki had long since tied a cloth around his eyes and held his hands behind his back; His stance clearly of one waiting with impatience. In a bored tone he called out, "Are you going to talk all day or are you going to fight me? I have more important things to do today and would like to be on my way."
That was the last straw for the drunken man. With a yell he charged at Yuki fists swinging. Listening intently to the sound of the man's footsteps and the rush of air flowing by his fists Yuki could tell exactly were the man was and easily dodged all of his blows. This irritated the drunk even more and in his fit of rage he pulled out a knife. Yuki couldn't see it, but he could hear the sound of cold metal being pulled from its sheath.
Yuki hadn't wanted to pull this trick, but this man had pushed him too far today by: mistreating a lady, calling him pretty, and then to have the nerve to pull out a knife during a fist fight? That was Yuki's last straw.
When Yuki heard the sound of the man charging again he focused all of his strength on his legs and front flipped over the man. Landing he rotated his body around so his foot came in contact with the drunkards face as he turned to attack again. Yuki heard the man's body hit the ground hard and lie still.
Ripping off his blindfold, Yuki looked over to see where the man had landed. He was knocked out cold on the cobblestone patio, knife at least 10 feet from his body. Turning his attention away from the neutralized threat he walked over to the waitress and helped her stand.
"Are you all right?" He asked in his most gentlemanly voice.
"I'm fine," the waitress replied blushing. "Thank you so much."
"Don't mention it, I hate jerks like that," stated Yuki looking around the café. To his relief his target was still at the table, and to his even greater relief the man was paying his tab.
While paying his own tab, Yuki watched Kamijo closely as he stood up from his table and left the café. Yuki followed from a safe distance as he trailed him down one of Paris' many cobblestone streets.
Suddenly Yuki's body could take no more. His vision began to swim and his headache came back with a vengeance. Being out in the sun for so long, and then even getting involved in a full out fight when his body was already so worn out, was not a smart thing to do.
Not caring about his target anymore for the day Yuki weakly stumbled into a nearby dark ally to escape the sun, and leaned heavily against the wall. He could barely support himself anymore and he felt like he was about to lose consciousness.
"Well Well, Looky what we have here boys," came a cocky voice from behind him. Yuki turned to see three large men blocking the entrance to the ally he had just entered.
"And what do you guys want?" asked Yuki, trying to sound stronger than he actually was at the moment.
"Revenge actually, you see that man there was our younger brother, and when you mess with one of us, you mess with all of us. Unfortunately for you however, we don't leave our victims alive," stated the man standing in the middle of the three. Then in almost perfect synchronization they pulled out knives from their coat pockets and stalked menacingly forward.
Yuki was too weak to do anything to defend himself from the men; his body had long since been able to stand even with the wall as support. He could barely keep his eyes open and focused as it was.
Is this it? Thought Yuki, Is this really how I'm going to die, stabbed by some low class clowns with knives?
Yuki watched as the 'middle man' raised his knife to bring it crashing down on his face. Yuki's world was already starting to go black as it became too difficult for him to hold onto his consciousness.
The last thing he heard before he blacked out completely was a spine-chilling voice call out,
"What a coincidence! Neither do I!"