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Chapter 1: First Charge

Although Shizume City wasn't as bustling as Tokyo or other major cities in Japan, the nightlife was alive and well. Near the downtown area lights sparkled and music played, scattering around the buildings, filling the people who were traveling through there a sense of excitement and fun.

Farther away from the core the lights became less, the noise lowered to no more than a whisper and the people few and far between. The occasional drunkard or group of teenagers roamed the main streets, even their noises nothing compared to the night silence.

Something that did break this silence were two roaring motorcycles, far away from the busy areas and going further and further into the industrial part of the city.

"That idiot! How many times do I have to tell him that he can't just jump in headfirst?!" Bandou yelled, mostly to himself and to anyone who would hear him.

"Telling him would be better than telling us now." Eric mumbled quietly, though it was loud enough for the other to hear on the other bike.

"Maybe if you guys do it too he would listen for a change!" Bandou retorted, staring at the blond before fixing his gaze back on the road. Kamamoto's bike he had borrowed groaned, as it kept up steadily with Fujishima's. But to him, it felt like it wasn't going fast enough. Who knew what Shouhei was getting into right now? He just hoped the idiot hadn't died yet or else he was going to kill him!

"Only you have that kind of petty attitude toward him."

"I'M NOT PETTY!"

"Eric, which way now?" Fujishima called to his passenger, not looking back as he changed into another lane.

The blond checked his phone, his other hand gripping the seat of the bike. "Right, two blocks." He replied back.

"Now you're both ignoring me!"

Fujishima glanced over at the shouting clansman and gave him an exasperated look. "Please keep your eyes on the road and calm down, Bandou. We're almost there." Returning his own eyes to the road, he saw Bandou sputtering out noisesvas he focused more on driving than complaining. He could almost see Eric's face smirking as well, enjoying the show the hooded man was clearly putting on.

Sometimes he wondered if he was brought along just to be a peacekeeper. This time, at least, wasn't the case as he and Eric were the only other ones left in the bar to aid in this rescue. With Bandou getting a call from Shouhei explaining he was jumping the gun, Kusanagi asked the two if they had time to help. They agreed and here they were, racing to the location that Shouhei was currently at.

The red head was just glad Yata wasn't around as well, him and the other two he was with didn't exactly mix well alone, and he doubted that he could stop everything that they could do to each other. Heaven knows some of the red clan members would probably duke it out among themselves if there wasn't a calm head there to mediate. He admitted sometimes it felt more like babysitting than anything else. He was sure Kamamoto and Kusanagi would agree.

"It's right here."

He heard Eric's quiet voice behind him and veered his motorcycle over towards another warehouse not far from the place they wanted to go and slowed to a stop, Bandou following his lead. They dismounted the bikes and hid them among a side of crates they found. Hard to find, but easy enough to escape through if need be.

The red head pulled his hood up, waiting for the others. Bandou managed to retrieve a metal pipe he found in the garbage, grinning wildly. Eric, his hands in his pockets and his hood already up, looked almost bored. But he could tell there was some excitement coming from the young man from the way he looked and stood. He even felt a little excitement himself. It wasn't every day that Homra had to clear out a whole warehouse of thugs. With the three of them, four including Shouhei, it was a nice amount of clansmen that they all could have some fun letting loose without it ending too quickly.

"What's that truck doing over there?" Bandou asked as they began to head over to the hideout, eyeing the big vehicle as they approached it. It was right outside the place they were about to raid, that couldn't be a good sign.

Without missing a beat, Eric walked over to it. Agile as the blond was, he got to it first to investigate. Quietly and quickly he looked through the windows of the passenger's side. "Someone's in there." He stated.

Hearing that, Fujishima started jogging over to where the blond was, Bandou not far behind. "Alive?" If there was someone in there that could mean trouble for them.

The young man just shrugged.

Bandou, closer, sighed and with some effort, used the foot step and looked into the window. "Looks like he's out cold. Shouhei probably knocked him out." He scoffed, jumping off. "That idiot, doing something this dangerous on his own!"

The younger man followed and jumped off the side, tilting his head. "Isn't it easier if he's knocked out?"

Bandou groaned. "Agree with me on something here will you, Eric?"

"Knock it off you two, do you want them to hear us?" Fujishima pointed out almost scolding them. It became very quiet suddenly. "You're all set?" He asked, earning nods from them both. "You know why we're here and what we have to do?"

Eric merely nodded again while Bandou let out a snort. "Grab the idiot that got us into this mess and put down another place that's trying to harm this city!"

Fujishima nodded as well, looking from his friends to the warehouse. "Let's head in, then."

Maybe this had been a bad idea, Shouhei vaguely wondered as he dodged another attempt at something flying at his face. His eyes widened, was that a bowl of dice? His ears were full of shouting and orders being barked at from everywhere, it was hard to concentrate solely on just one thing. Complete chaos and disorganization was something that was brought to mind as he swiped at another thug with his bat.

Sure he was handling himself pretty well. They weren't used to raids, especially not from just a single person that was literally on fire at that very moment. But even with all the strength that the aura had given him he was beginning to get overwhelmed.

There were just too many of them. Clearly they had more members then what he was led on to believe because as soon as he managed to knock a few out, there were plenty more waiting for him. Some even were lucky enough that while he was distracted with someone else, to land a hit on him when he was open. He was pretty sure his left arm was bleeding, some place on his face was swollen, his left leg wasn't bugging him for boredom anymore but rather from a bruise about the size of a plank of wood someone had whacked into him. One person had even knocked off his hat, letting his sweaty hair fly around with every motion he made as he tried to keep track of everyone.

All in all, he wasn't fairing as well as he thought. And he was slowly being trapped in a corner where he couldn't see any way of escaping or even getting to another location. He might have to think of another way to get out of-

"SHOUUHEEEEEI!"

Shouhei blinked, stopping in mid swing from giving a guy a concussion. No one knew his name here. Maybe someone else had the same name as him?

Before he even managed to think of anything else, he blinked again and watched as one of the people that had been charging at him got a foot in his face, skidding the poor fool across half of the room and into another pile of crates. Even his comrades stopped their attack to stare at the sudden development. The only noise that could be heard was the sound of falling boxes.

Shouhei smiled at the figure that was now right in front of him. "Ah San-chan, perfect timing!" He greeted, raising his hand and waving.

The other spun around, irritation showing on his face. Well, whatever was showing from the glasses, hood, and hat covering most of his features. "JUST WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?"

Another set of shouting and startled yelling came through on the other side. Shouhei turned to find to other fellow members fighting their way through the crowd to get to the two.

"Shouhei! You're alright?" Fujishima asked, making a real path through the people towards the newer member.

Shouhei waved towards the red head, the grin still on his face. "Ah, yeah. Sorry for worrying you."

He heard Eric huff somewhere near Fujishima. "Yet this happens no matter how many apologies are given."

The brown haired man merely laughed. He really couldn't argue with that.

"Hey we're talking here!"

Shouhei laughed again as he saw his friend whack another one that was disrupting their 'conversation'.

Bandou's style of fighting consisted of whatever he felt like doing. Mostly that was using a blunt object and flailing around wildly with it. He admitted to his childhood friend before that it felt like he was a warrior on old battle grounds, nothing but him and his so called sword raining justice on all those who deserved it. Shouhei didn't have the heart to tell him he looked more like he was bating or trying to swat an annoying bug than a samurai.

Fujishima, like Kamamoto, preferred the brawling approached, only rarely taking a weapon as he seemed more comfortable using his fists and body combined with the red aura. The brunet had to wonder if the red head took any classes before he came into Homra, his technique was quite effective and looked professional to his amateur eyes. He was currently blocking an attack with one hand and was already bringing his other in a fist to counterattack. The hand glowing red as his aura surrounded it.

Eric was not so much using his skinny body as a force, but using his knife and a unique fighting style to hurt how many people he pleased. People in Homra didn't see the need for sharp objects as weapons since their whole being was considered one. Even Kusanagi often used a cigarette and a lighter as his main weapon of choice. But old habits die hard with the blond and his use with the small blade was no different. He was quite skilled when he used it for fighting, incorporating it into his newly acquired powers and Homra's general tactics. Swiping, stabbing slashing at arms, legs, and faces. Not killing, but damaging and confusing, it was quite effective. That didn't stop him from using his aura though. His power flowed into his knife and arms, when he swiped the small weapon a small line of fire followed the motion. Shouhei couldn't help but be impressed, he's come quite a long way from when he first joined.

"Come on, Shouhei." Bandou called out, knocking the other out of his thoughts. "We've got some work to do!"

Shouhei bent down and picked up his hat, placing it back onto his head. Feeling something sticky on his hair he had to add his hat to his laundry list, maybe he should just get a new one. Slinging his bat once again on his shoulder as he saw the others fight in front of him.

With his comrades beside him now, this fight was going to take a turn for the better.

"Right." He grinned, charging in once more.

It took quite a bit of time but silence finally fell inside the warehouse. All the gang members had been taken care of and the Homra clansmen could relax before they headed back to the bar.

"YOU COULD'VE BEEN KILLED!"

Well…Mostly silent.

Shouhei raised his arms to protect himself against the new onslaught. "Ah well…" It wasn't an enemy he was facing it was possibly much worse.

Bandou's wrath.

There wasn't any time for Shouhei to explain himself as Bandou continued to shout and chastise him for his decision. The brunet could only smile, chuckle and apologize quietly to his friend, which were completely ignored.

Eric and Fujishima both looked on as Bandou yelled even more in frustration, Eric sitting on a crate with vague interest and Fujishima leaning on a wall, smiling sheepishly as they watched the two bicker. It was always the same conversation no matter the circumstances.

"ALL YOU DO IS CALL-"

"You always ans—"

"AND GIVE THIS LAME EXCUSE!"

"It wasn't that lame San-chan…"

"DON'T YOU 'SAN-CHAN' ME! YOUR FACE IS HALF PURPLE WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF WE DIDN'T SHOW UP TO SAVE YOUR ASS?!"

"But, San-chan always comes to help me."

"AND WHY DO YOU SMELL LIKE FISH AND ROTTING FRUIT?!"

As Bandou continued to complain at the scuffled Shouhei, Fujishima noticed the youngest had gone wandering off somewhere. They had picked one of the small, cleaned rooms to organize themselves in but it seemed that Eric had other plans. Sighing to himself, he took the only door out of the room and wandered through the warehouse until he found the blond, Bandou's voice echoing around the warehouse. Three rooms to the right and one floor down he spotted him, head tilted to one side as he stared at something near the floor, one of the crates that Shouhei reported coming in.

"Eric?" He called to him, walking over so he was at his side. "Normally you're all for one of their arguments." He chuckled a bit, but when the other didn't retort back a light frown creased his brow. "Find something?"

Eric looked away from whatever it was he had been transfixed on and shook his head.

The red head's frown increased. "Something wrong?" He tried again, noticing the tenseness in his shoulders.

"No." He snapped out quickly, shaking his head again. The blond put his hands in his pockets and passed the other, making his way back to the squabbling childhood friends. "Need to call the others. Those two aren't going to."

Fujishima stood still as he watched his friend walk away for a few more steps before taking out his phone. "Already on it." He called after him, but he didn't dial the number quite yet. Instead, he looked to see what the younger one had been staring at.

It appeared to be one of the crates that had been delivered tonight. However, judging from the small amount of dust on it, it had been here for a while. That must have meant they had been getting deliveries like these frequently, for who knows how long. Fujishima used his hand to rub off some of the dust to see if there was anything else. A strange marking was placed on the top of the crate, but it didn't look like anything to him, maybe it was just water damaged.

Fujishima shrugged it off, placing his phone to his ear as be began to call Kusanagi. He was going to drop it for now, but Eric would have to explain whatever it was that was bothering him sooner or later. He was patient.

This mess needed to be cleaned up first.

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