SO HERE I AM AGAIN! :D Have you guys gotten tired of this story that doesn't seem like it's going anywhere? Well I have a secret... IT DOES IN FACT HAVE PLOT! :D Weird right? No? Okay then... But this chapter has a bit of action (and not the yaoi kind this time) and a bit of oddness on Ace and Prince's side... (*spoiler?*)

Disclaimer: D'uuuuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhh... If I own Maximum Ride, Fang's sexuality would be question more often.

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Chapter 6: Blood and Bullets

Fang and Prince departed from the Ferris wheel, after chatting it up with those rather excited teenage girls who had "caught them in the act." They were pretty cool, even offered to send them pictures and Prince happily gave them an email address. Fang was just a bit embarrassed but much more relaxed now, he finally felt loose for the first time in forever.

"Nice meeting you Nick and Derek! Stay sexy!" one of the girls—Mimi—said as her and her friends left. Prince was laughing to himself as he watched them leave. "That was ridiculous," he shook his head with much amusement, turning and throwing an arm around Fang. "That was embarrassing,"

"No it wasn't,"

"It wasn't your dick they saw,"

"It wasn't you who was the one giving the blowjob," Prince countered with a content smile. Fang rolled his eyes and leaned into Prince's side, "We'll call it a draw," Fang said and Prince smiled, "I guess that'll do."

"Should we find Ace now?" Fang asked after a moment and Prince peered up at the red balloon tied to his wrist. "She's probably still at the kissing booth, c'mon," he said, pulling Fang along. The two walked quietly through the crowds that had gotten smaller as the day went, Fang couldn't help but wonder what time it was and how long they had been at the fair.

They came up to the kissing booth from behind, the little hut was followed by a long line, as Fang and Prince circled around the booth they both just about stopped dead in their tracks, all sense of breathing and swallowing of the saliva had gone out the window.

Ace was in the booth with five different balloons tied to her body, her shirt was tied up to reveal her sleek abdomen, her fluffy, blood red hair pulled back in a messy bun, and she was making out with some random blonde girl.

"Holy shit," was all Fang said, feeling that old hard-on returned (more reassurance of his sexuality). At that moment Ace looked up and grinned, cutting her hot make-out short. She waved at them. "Hey guys!" she cackled, turning to the blonde and thanking her, shooing her along.

Prince pulled the frozen Fang over to the booth as Ace took cash from a geeky kid and gave him a hard kiss on the mouth. Fang wouldn't have been surprised if the teenager had a premature ejaculation, I mean, she wasn't even touching Fang and he was so utterly turned on and was praying no one could tell.

Ace then shooed him along for her next customer. "So we should get going, frankly I'm hungry," Prince said to her and she frowned at him before kissing a little boy on the cheek and giving him one of her old stuffed prizes. "But we just fucking got here!" Ace said, beckoning a lovely female to her. Fang prayed to whoever was listening that he wasn't drooling. "Fang and I have been gone for a good half hour; you had plenty of time to mess around."

She's messing around alright… Fang thought to himself, fidgeting as he watched her kiss the girl, but it was way too damn short. She pulled away and glared at Prince. "Bitch, you hardly took enough fucking time on that slow-ass wheel…" she grumbled. After a moment of facing Prince's stern look she sighed, "Fine, get in line, we'll scoot when I'm done here," she said reluctantly. Prince smiled and pulled Fang to the end of the quickly shortening line.

"Holy shit," Fang said again as he watched as Ace did her thing. "Is she always like that?"

"Like what?" Prince asked, raising an eyebrow, Fang blinked, "Like… sexual," he said and Prince laughed, "Oh, hell yeah, everything's an innuendo with that girl," he grinned a crooked grin, "and a dildo, if you've got an electric toothbrush I'd hide it from her."

Fang froze at that, "Wh-what?"

"Last round!" Ace called from up front, gaining a lot of groans from possible customers approaching the line.

The line moved pretty fast and in no time Ace got to the last customer in front of Fang which was a dark haired girl with a nice ass that Fang had been eying the whole time. After a quick make-out the girl departed, cackling with her friends.

"Five bucks," Ace deadpanned to Fang, putting her hand out. "W-wait, you mean you actually want to—" Fang cut himself off, thinking he sounded ridiculous. Fang almost felt the need to look back and check if it was okay with Prince but he held back the urge and dropped five singles in Ace's palm which she shoved in her pants. Clearly pockets were overrated.

She grabbed Fang by the collar and smashed her full lips with his. Her lips were soft and moist and hot and Fang loved this. He cupped her cheek, gaining self-esteem as he got control, feeling her soft lips against his, tasting her minted breath and smooth teeth. Yeah, Fang needed this.

He was pulled out of the kiss though when he felt Prince place a hand on his shoulder. Fang looked up to see Prince grinning like a child and dropped five dollars on the booth counter. Ace glared up at Prince teasingly before she pulled him down and pressed her lips against his.

Fang couldn't help but feel very turned on by the display. But that was sort of ruined by a sudden ping a jealousy, but who was he jealous of? Like hell he knew. After a moment he laughed, "Alright, let's get lost," he said and Prince pulled away, pulling Ace's hair playfully and she punched him in the ribcage pretty damn hard. He coiled in pain and coughed. Fang wasn't sure what use he could make in this situation.

"Alright then," Ace said, grabbing a wad of cash and stuffing it down the front of Prince's pants, "Hold that for me, bitch," she said casually and quickly turned to Fang, giving him the same treatment and by god was he okay with that.

Fang figured she shoved about fifty bucks down his pants. "That you can keep for yourself," she winked at him, "thanks for paying for the fair." Fang smiled slightly, "You're welcome."

The three departed from the fair with no problems, there were no Erasers to chase them out, no sudden battle to fight. It was nice. But Fang felt off about it, if there's anything in his life that he's notice it's that things can't be peaceful for long.

The trio had actually been at the fair longer than Fang had previously thought, maybe two hours; it hardly felt that long considering how little they did. But it was now two in the afternoon. Man did time pass.

"So what the fuck did you guys do on the Ferris wheel?" Ace asked in an odd tone, elbowing Fang in the ribcage as if she already knew. Fang tensed, "Uh—" Fang was quickly cut off by Prince, "Met some hot girls," Fang nodded in agreement. Prince could certainly think on his feet, and he wasn't lying through his teeth since they did meet a group of girls…

"Bastards!" Ace laughed, "No fuckin' way, how many?"

"Three,"

"Ages?"

"Sixteen through eighteen,"

"Breast sizes?"

"B through double D,"

"Height?"

"Taller than you, that's for sure,"

"Fuck you,"

"I don't think you're tall enough to ride," Prince said cockily, robbing Ace of her egotistic grin. "Fucking asswipe!" Ace growled, shoving Prince and Fang just couldn't stop the snicker that escaped his lips fast enough. Ace whirled on him, grinning again, "And you're fucking encouraging him!" she shouted, shoving Fang too, her surprising strength catching him off guard and he nearly stumbled into the street. A taxi honked at him and he wave apologetically, laughing to himself. Man, he had never laughed this much before.

Sadly, the fun was cut short when a group of men stepped out of the bakery they walked by. Now, Fang would usually care less about people on the streets, but these men were too good looking (god-fucking-damn it, did he have to phrase it like that?) to be normal people. Apparently both Ace and Prince noticed because they stopped shoving each other around and were walking quietly and quickly. Fang followed the example, staying close to Prince's side.

"Fuck it all, twice in one day?" Ace grumbled with much irritation, "That's not normal…" Prince agreed, glancing at Fang. "We need to lose them," Fang chimed in and the other two nodded. Fang resisted the urge to look over his shoulder to see how closely the Erasers were following, but Ace was more into giving in to urges and looked back, "Shit they've drawn guns, run!" she shouted and bolted off.

Fang didn't react as fast as he liked. He heard the gunshot ripple through the air and felt intense heat and a stinging pain tear through his right side. Fang released and strangled cry of pain and Prince whirled to see what had happened. Fire lit in the older boy's eyes.

Fang's hands flew to the horrible burn in his side and felt them soak in his blood. He looked down to the crimson fluid pooling in the borrowed shirt. Fang looked up as two more gunshots were fired to see Prince scoop him off his feet and take off. Fang could see the crowd on the street fall into chaos; women, men, and children screaming frantically as more gunshots were fired left and right.

Fang didn't see Ace anywhere in the distance. Wherever she disappeared to, she certainly disappeared with the thought of not wanting to be found.

As they tore down the sidewalk and into the streets Fang looked back over Prince's shoulder, seeing the brewed chaos of panicked civilians and Erasers chasing after. He could hear police sirens roaring in the distance. This had gotten out of control fast.

"Prince," Fang said, his arms slung around his neck tightly so not to fall, although Prince had quite the iron grip on Fang's body as they ran. "We need to lose them," Fang saw as more Erasers tore around the corner and Prince ducked into a crowd fast, weaving through it expertly and popping out the other side, getting onto the most crowded sidewalk he could. Since he was already so far from the original chaos he slowed to a speeded walk, trying to look like he belonged in the crowd.

Fang glanced around, seeing the Erasers pop into the large crowd and glance around in confusion. "We're going back to the condo, Ace is probably headed there, if she's not halfway there already," he said, gripping Fang tighter. "How's your injury?" he asked and Fang glanced down at his burning side absolutely covered in blood, "I don't… know," he said honestly. He could have been hit in a vital organ and he wouldn't have taken much worry to it, Fang always had the ability to power through the pain (even though that usually made things worse). "I'll take a look at it then," Prince said.

Fang could see deep anger in Prince's eyes, and he even saw that Prince's fangs had come unsheathed, shining menacingly. "Were you hit?" Fang asked curiously and Prince nodded, "The bastards grazed my inner thigh," he growled, scowling deeply. Fang resisted the urge to reach down and feel for blood. "A-are you okay?"

"I'll live," Prince said; that deep scowl still etched harshly in to his face.

Prince had quite successfully lost the Erasers and had gotten him and Fang back to the condominium. He had placed Fang on his feet, and Fang saw more fire light in Prince's eyes as he saw the sheer amount of blood that soaked Fang's body. Prince shoved his hand in his pocket and pulled out the keycard, slipping it into the lock and pushing the door open.

No sooner did Prince open the door a gun was placed to his temple. It took Fang a moment to realize it was Ace holding the gun. She was covered in sweat and blood dripped down her forehead, her entire right arm swollen with a colossal bruise, and a bloody towel wrapped around her right leg. Her eye twitched, she didn't seem keen on taking the gun away from Prince's head.

Prince stood frozen, staring at her from the corner of his eye. Fang was equally still, not sure what was going on. But he sighed with relief anyway, "Ace you're—"

"Shut the fuck up," Ace growled, taking a moment to glare at Fang and then returning her glare to Prince. Fang's mouth slammed shut. What the hell was up with her?

"I swear to Satan himself, Prince," Ace seethed, "if you've let them follow your bitch ass here I will blow your fucking brains out across Fang's pretty face," she said through gritted teeth and Fang could see the blood pooling in her mouth. It seemed she took quite the beating on the way back. "I'm not an idiot, Ace, there's no way in hell they could have followed me," Prince said with a set jaw.

"Liar!" Ace barked and Prince ducked down as she shot, the bullet flying into the wall behind him. In a millisecond Prince snatched the gun from her hand and thrust his hand into her throat as he shoved her against the wall, pressing the gun to her head; switching the roles.

Fang blinked in shock. What. Was. Going. On?

"You tried to shoot me," Prince breathed harshly into her face. Ace choked and gagged, spitting blood into Prince's eyes. "Bastard, you led them here, I know it—"

Prince smacked her across her face with the barrel of the gun. "You better cool your head," he growled, his hand tightening around her neck. Her body seized and she went blue in the face, releasing a strangled gag. "Prince, stop it," Fang said, feeling panic leak into him. What the hell?

Suddenly a wicked grin crossed Ace's face and she slammed her foot into Prince's crotched. "I believe you then, bitch," she said in a raspy voice, blood streaming from the corner of her mouth. Prince had dropped to the floor clutching his crotch. "Damn you…" he growled, but Fang saw a smirk on his face.

Fang stood there blinking in confusion. Okay, so the two just attempted to kill each other, and now they're smiling about it?

"What the hell just happened?" Fang found himself exclaiming. Ace looked up at him with a sweet smile, "What do you mean?" she asked innocently.

"You two just tried to fucking kill each other!"

"Sshh!" Ace hissed as she pulled Fang inside and closed the door. "Don't shout that in the hall, people could hear!"

"You don't think they heard the gunshot? What the fucking hell Ace?" Fang exclaimed and Ace slammed a hand over his mouth. "You need to calm down," she said quietly, her expression gentle but clearly showing she was in pain. "Look, we were just doing what we always do in moments of danger; it's every man for himself in our world." Fang pushed Ace's hand away, "You weren't like this earlier today!" he said, still loud and frantic, Ace placed her hand back over his mouth, but much more gentle this time. Her voice became soft and soothing, "Calm down. Look, you're bleeding all over the place, we need to fix that. Besides, I really don't want to clean blood out of the carpets right now." Ace kept her hand on Fang's mouth for a moment longer before she felt he'd stay calm and carefully removed it.

Fang swallowed hard, looking at Prince who stood carefully, his expression soft as well. "She's right," he said, taking Fang by the arm and carefully leading him into the living room, sitting him down on the couch. "Dude," Ace said suddenly as she limped after, staring down at Prince's crotch which was pooled with blood. "Did I kick you that hard?"

"No…" Prince grumbled, his expression falling with irritation, "Some dickhead grazed my thigh with a bullet," he deadpanned and Ace snickered, "I can't wait to treat that wound…" she said devilishly and Prince rolled his eyes as he gently lifted Fang's shirt over his head. Fang looked down at his blood soaked torso with a bit of dismay. Why didn't he move faster when Ace said run?

Prince's long fingers danced around the wound and Ace passed him tissues so he could clean the blood. "How bad is it doc?" Ace asked, coughing into a tissue and wiping the blood from her lips. "It doesn't seem too bad, the bullet grazed his side but still hit a large artery; maybe some heavy pressure could stop the bleeding"

"We could cauterize it," Ace suggested, wiping her bleeding forehead. Fang glanced between the two, feeling a little helpless as they decided how to help the wound. Prince looked up into Fang's eyes, concern and thought in his dark blue ones. "I don't think that'd be necessary," he said, "As long as I'm not in a hospital," Fang sighed. Ace smiled, "I'm going to need it though," she said, limping to the fire pit.

Ace looked a right mess, but she was still smiling like nothing was wrong, Fang frowned at her. "What happened to you?" he asked and she looked up at him a moment before looking away angrily. "Those fucking bastards were around every corner I went," she growled, clutching her swollen arm that Fang now noticed had claw marks across it. "But I handed them their asses, so who gives a shit?" she smiled again and turned a switch and a fire blasted in the pit.

Prince suddenly stood and undid his pants. "Wh-what are you doing?" Fang asked cautiously and Prince grunted in pain as he slipped them down. "The jeans are chafing on my bullet wound," he said with much irritation.

"Nice boxers," Ace commented, tugging on Prince's dark blue undergarments, "cottony soft too, I like it," she snickered and Prince rolled his eyes at her again. Fang could care less about the boxers, all he saw was the blood streaming down his left leg.

Fang winced in pain as he leaned forward to look at the wound, it didn't look very deep and it was a clean tear in the flesh, the blood just made it seem worse than it really was. But Fang could definitely see how Prince's pants would be bothering the wound.

Fang looked up when Prince cleared his throat, "Take a picture, it'll last longer," he joked and Fang leaned back as Ace stuffed a fire poker into the pit. "Once this gets hot we should be able to cauterize any severe wounds…" Ace winced and both Fang and Prince raised eyebrows as Ace untied the towel from her leg to show a gnarly and deep tear through the flesh. "It's not that bad, but I don't intend on leaving it like that," she shrugged. "Shit, you really did take a beating," Fang said, staring down at the gushing wound. Ace cackled, "I got off pretty damn well, considering how badly I fucked up that little pack! Those mother fuckers aren't going anywhere!"

"I'd appreciate it if you sat and rest though," Fang added worriedly and Ace smiled at him pleasantly, "You're awfully fucking caring and compassionate, you know that?" she asked and Fang only blinked. That was the first time anybody has said something like that about him. He swore up and down in his head that if he blushed at all he'd tear the walls down.

Ace giggled and then suddenly her eyes rolled up in her head. She swayed left and right on unbalanced legs before plopping onto the couch. She blinked a couple times, her eyes rolling back to normal. "Whoa," she said, going white around the edges. "Alright, stay, we need to get you treated," Prince said, scowling down at her as if she was a child who pushed it too hard when she obviously knew better.

Sora: Well, that was overly dramatic if you ask me, I mean, what the hell Hiro-sama? What the hell?

Hiroko: What? I thought it was good!

Sora: Exactly, and we ALL know it wasn't.

Hiroko: You shouldn't make fun of me as often as you do, you are just a split personality after all, I could just stop replacing my pills with white Smarties Candies! I'll do it!

Sora: TCH! You know I'm too strong for that! Those pills are weak! You should just stick to the candy and oxycodon Hiro-sama.

Hiroko: I hate you.

Sora: Love ya too!

Hiroko: R&R people, for the sake of tolerating a certain she-devil alter ego, give me something worth fangirl-squeaing about!