Hana: Chapter seven, lovely people~!
Tyki: Seems I'm here.
Hana: ...how'd you get here?
Wisely: We walked in. Interesting chapter, if I do say so myself.
Hana: I'm a little weirded out you two are even here..
Wisely: Neither Hanashi nor XavierForest own D. Gray-man.
Hana: -shrugs- Whatever. Happy readings everyone~!
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+ - Chapter 7 - +
"You sure I can't have one smoke? I'm rather dying over here." Tyki voiced his complaint once again. But as always, he got no remark back. "You're not nearly as amusing as your comrade."
"Listen up, bastard." The ever grouchy man glowered at the inmate, "If I had my way, I'd be certain that your death sentence would've been carried out by me."
"Oh~ so scary you can be, Mr. Kitchen Knife." Instinctually clutching his katana, Kanda had to fight the urge to kill the man. He only managed to get clearance to bring Mugen with him because by now the whole station he worked with knew better than to mess with him. "But in actuality, you rather need me alive for some reason. I wonder why?"
The Japanese male gritted his teeth, wanting nothing more than to put an end to the murderer's existence and go on with his life. He found it difficult to even look at the man, considering that this was the person who'd, on multiple occasions, tried to have his way with Kanda's fiancé.
But Tyki Mikk was correct. Kanda did need him for something. It was a huge pill to swallow, but it needed to be done. There was a case he was stumped on, and while he listened to his co-workers they mentioned the possibility of using their own captured NOAH to try and get to the bottom of it. Kanda had assertively shot the idea down.
What a fucking hypocrite he was becoming. "You annoy the fuck out of me in more ways than most are able to." Kanda started, not letting himself get lost in his thoughts. "However, I also know there are people you've hung around with."
This caught the Portuguese's man attention. "Oh? You've met them then? I hadn't seen them since...ah, it's rather difficult to keep track of time here."
Shooting the other a dirty look, Kanda's fists clenched. ""It's been over a year."
"A year, hm…seems I've missed out on Eeze's birthday. He must be upset about that." Kanda wasn't sure what disturbed him, the fact the ex-NOAH was showing concern for someone, or he was buying this shit. Damn moyashi rubbing off on him...
"Work under me." Tyki's ramblings had quickly ceased as they had started, golden eyes inquisitive of the younger adult.
"Work under you?"
"You often tried harassing my fiancé, and I don't even want to think of the shit you pulled that I don't know about." Kanda explained. "Think of it as being under probation."
"So you're going to be my probation officer then?" Kanda visibly flinched in disgust.
"That ain't my job."
"Then what is, Mr. Kitchen Knife? Why are you here, and what do you want?" Tyki asked, studying the Japanese man, taking note of how the other's hands kept straying towards the katana at his hip.
"In exchange for working under me, you won't be in this dump."
"I gather that much, but what is it you want me to do?"
"Should you accept the job offer, if you fucking will, you will work directly under me. I will have someone keeping an eye on you. Think of it as that person being your probation officer."
"Who, pray tell, will be this so-called officer?"
"Me." Tyki blinked in confusion before finding the source of the voice. "Have you been behaving yourself my dear uncle?"
"Wisely."
The white-head's lip curled, showing only a little of the great distaste he felt at only the notion of working with Tyki.
"I can't have any of my official subordinates looking after you. Lord knows Chaoji," Kanda visibly shuttered at that man's name, "in particular will only fuck shit up."
"Yes, I saw that man...a self-righteous man who holds distaste for little Allen and yourself...or those who don't really...ah swing in the way they should. Demi, Pan, bi, gay...you name it, he looks down on them."
"Why am I not surprised?" Tyki murmured. "I may have done...ah...questionable things in the past, but even I respected those who had...different preferences."
"You're in that category." Wisely bluntly stated. Tyki only grinned.
"I swear I'm about to fucking vomit." Kanda growled.
"Fine, fine. How about we talk about those conditions you want to bestow upon me?"
"I'll only give them if you accept."
"Hmm...stay here and be breathing stale air, or breath semi-fresh air...yes, I'll take the fresher air where I can smoke."
Kanda had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. Now wasn't the time. Nor was the company he was with appropriate.
"By the way," Wisely grimaced as he turned to the blue-eyed man, "I see you had…uh... a very... productive birthday..."
"Oh? A birthday was it? Well, happy belated birthday, Mr. Kitchen Knife."
"Do you want to get the fuck out of here, or am I going to slit your throat?"
The Portuguese ex-NOAH smirked. "You wouldn't slit my throat, seeing as you need me for something."
Wisely crossed his arms, as he looked to his uncle. "He would. Perhaps not deep enough to kill you, but he would. He's surprisingling more skilled with his weapon than he lets on."
"Stay the fuck out of my head." Kanda then turned his attention back to Tyki. "So you accept this offer, correct?"
"Yes, I accept. Now tell me the terms of our deal."
"You will report anything and everything that goes on with the mission I'm giving you. Wisely will be with you every moment of the day. If you withhold anything, he'll let me know."
"I see, that's the reason for his being here."
"You will keep away from my Moyashi, and if you so much as THINK of him, I'll throw you back in this dingy cell faster than you can blink."
"Moyashi?"
"Allen." Wisely stated. "AKA Cheating Boy A, AKA Unlucky Child...etc."
"I won't even ask where you found those other nick names."
"Allen's memories apparently." Wisely sighed, "You may wish to tell him the rest of the terms, Kanda."
Glaring, the FBI agent crossed his arms. He really didn't want to do this, not after he'd been the one to put this murderous piece of shit behind bars, but orders were orders. He wouldn't tell the Moyashi about it, though; he'd hate to see the boy's reaction to finding out that Tyki was out and about.
"No one, no matter who the fuck they are, can know what you're doing." Kanda continued on.
"Oh?"
"If for whatever reason you're caught, you spill nothing no matter what."
"You've thought this through." Tyki bluntly stated. "Being you had me accept before giving the terms, you want to make sure I can't back out upon accepting."
"You do know there's no turning back." Wisely pointed out. "Once you're out of here, you'll be under Kanda's subordination. Anything he'll say goes. We're only lucky Rouvier...Rouvie...? That guy knows nothing of our little breakout."
"Breakout?"
"Oh? Did we forget to mention? You're going to break out, and none will know the wiser it was all planned."
"You did something with security."
"How else the fuck do you think we're talking about this in the open?" Kanda grumbled.
"I take it those cameras were messed with by you?"
"Who else knows their way around technology well enough to do so?" Wisely retorted. "The recorders should start up as though they were never tampered with. As far as security is concerned, Kanda's been here only twenty minutes questioning you, and trying to get answers before storming off. You should, by the way, be storming off in five minutes."
"Che." The things this man was capable of, was something to be reckoned with. Unfortunately he also knew Wisely now knew he thought that. "Wipe that smug grin off your face."
"I've been complimented, how else do I act when such a feat happens? Even if it was only thought."
"Shut it, brat," Kanda grumbled.
Wisely quietened down, though the grin still remained.
Annoyed, the Japanese male conjured up an image from his birthday. Specifically one with his little lover spread wide and struggling against his confines, gagged, and blind.
In seconds, the grin was gone and the already pale ex-NOAH had turned white. "I'M GOING TO HAVE TO RINSE MY MIND OUT WITH BLEACH TO GET RID OF THAT MENTAL IMAGE!"
"Then maybe you shouldn't tap in to my thoughts," the agent countered.
Tyki sighed. "If I'm not mistaken you have perhaps three minutes left to storm off in anger at answers I don't give you."
"Just keep to the plan." Kanda grumbled.
"I was never informed of such."
"Tonight you're meeting us as that abandoned pub on 32nd and 1st. There's enough shadow along the way there to hide you as you make your getaway." Wisely explained, when Kanda wouldn't. "By the way, give me your wrist for a bit."
"Why?"
Instead of answering, the British male grabbed Tyki's wrist, snapping a band around it, before giving the man his arm back. "Don't try taking it off. It won't unless you know the code. This way, we can track you."
"You've got to be kidding me." Tyki muttered. The hell was he getting himself into?
"No, we're not 'kidding you'," Kanda spat, unable to keep his hatred of the other concealed.
Golden eyes gleaming with curiosity, Tyki leant forward. "Fine. But when I get there, are you going to tell me what exactly is going on? You can't be resorting to letting me out like this unless something important is happening."
"We will." Wisely said. "No time now. We'll further inform you of everything. Right now, Kanda is to storm out of here."
"Fine then. I'll be holding that against you."
"Che."
"See'ya, Mr Kitchen Knife. Say hello to Shounen for me~"
"Not on your fucking life, bastard." Kanda threatened, before storming off, just as the red light on the camera flicked on once more.
"Quite the unpleasant company." Tyki sighed. "The boy was far more entertaining."
"You're lucky we left the dog." Wisely stated, before leaving. He didn't need to look behind him to see the man flinch at the beasts in question.
It was entertaining, really, to see how the murderer acted when confronted with dogs. Well, at least everyone around him enjoyed it. Him... not so much. But that was why it was such a joy.
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Night fell upon the city, darkness hugging the skies like a blanket would a child. Kanda leaned against the wall impatiently, waiting for their newly acquired contact. "He's here." Wisely spoke up, breaking the silence.
"Yes, I'm here. I must say, if it were truly that easy to break out, I would've done it months ago."
"That's because it isn't." Wisely said, a grin on his face.
"Sneaky bastard."
"I know you are, but what does that make me?"
"A-"
"Shut the fuck up both of you."
"My, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." The darker-skinned male sighed dramatically, a sympathetic look in his eye. "I don't know how, considering who you're sharing your bed with." And then it clicked, his expression brightening. "Oh, I get it! You're hiding this from Shounen, aren't you? Or will you just say that 'confidentiality comes with the job'?"
"Yes we're hiding this from Allen. He doesn't know about the stuff we're up to right now." Wisely said, interrupting whatever Kanda was about to remark with. "And he doesn't want his fiancé worrying."
"You've said fiancé a couple of times. So, did he propose to you? That would make sense, you look more-"
"Finish that sentence, and I'l throw you to the wolves."
"He proposed to Allen. Allen said yes...and oh, that was quite a band you gave him...he has no idea how much that thing is worth...and judging by your reaction, neither do you."
"Do I have to start thinking of my little moyashi indecently to you again?" Well, what was indecent to the rest of the world, was completely fine for him. Which reminded him, he had to throw out that damn whip already. why hadn't he yet? "Answer my thought, and I'll throw you in that cell too."
To that Wisely closed his mouth. Not wanting more erotic images of the younger British male he'd come to see as a brother...not that he'd admit that with current company.
"Good. Stay silent unless you have something important to say," Kanda muttered under his breath, knowing that even if the man didn't hear him, he'd hear his thoughts.
"That being said," Fuck. His. Fucking. Life. Kanda glowered, "How will you keep this under wraps from anyone?
"Che. You don't peep. HE won't peep. I won't speak."
"Why are you speaking but Wisely and I are peeping?"
"Think that sentence over please." Wisely sighed. "And then never say it. Ever. Again."
"Ah..." Realization had set in for the Portuguese man. "Depends who I'm peeping on. Shounen, for instance, would be an interesting target. Even with all those scars."
Kanda really, REALLY wanted to beat the living shit out of Tyki. Why did the bastard keep mentioning someone else's fiancé?
"I'm going to get to the fucking point." Kanda glared at the older man. "Some bastard had been impersonating Crowned Clown."
"Impersonating Crowned Clown you say?" This had obviously been new news for the Portuguese male. "I didn't think anyone would."
"Well, they are." Kanda almost growled. "Moyashi doesn't know anything about it, and I want to keep it that way."
"And what would you have me do?" Tyki grinned, patting down his pockets for his newly acquired cigarettes.
"You're going to track down this bastard, and find out everything you can."
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but if you wanted someone to track someone, then your best bet would've been Lulu Bell. Go ask her." Tyki snapped his fingers, a grin on his face, "Right, the boy managed to end her. Along with Fiidora."
"Fucking wonderful." Kanda grumbled. "You better make up for that bitch not being here, because you're life hangs in the balance."
"Oh, so scary." Tyki sardonically murmured, finding his cancer sticks. "Anyone got a light?"
Wisley pulled a lighter from his pocket with a sigh. "I knew you'd get your hands on a pack. I also knew that you'd be too stupid to remember getting one for yourself. Too predictable."
"I didn't forget. I stopped by a drugstore, stole a couple of packs, and almost got caught when I tried getting matches."
"Seems a year in jail made you rusty."
"Oi, either you get started on your new job, or I tear you to pieces."
"These are hardly working conditions." Tyki glowered. "Listen, I've always done things my own way. I may not be much a tracker, however, I do have...ah, sources where the sunlight doesn't reach."
"I'd forgotten about your connections in the under world." Wisely sighed. "You still have them?"
"Even if I don't, it's rather easy to recreate old ones, and start new ones." Tyki said, taking an inhale of his cancer stick. "Hm, high quality stuff."
"Focus, bastard."
"Never one for manners are you, Mr. Kitchen Knife? I perhaps can gain the required information, but to get it will take a while."
"Fine." Wary cobalt eyes gave the area a quick once-over. "Just make sure you get the job done."
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Alright~ another chapter! This one sets things in motion...and we get more Tyki. Yeap.
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