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+ - Chapter 32 - +
"It was a really nice get together." Allen mused, helping his fiancé to their shared home. "I still can't believe you tried chasing Lavi with your leg the way it was."
"Shut up. I managed to get him in the end." Although he wouldn't say it aloud, Kanda was grateful for Allen being his crutch. Walking on his leg was very much painful at the moment. Those damn twins...
"And I bet you're in a whole lot of pain right now, aren't you?" The Brit muttered, annoyed. "That's what you get for being an idiot and running on that leg..."
"Watch who you're calling an idiot."
"But it's true."
"Che."
Hah. You can't do anything to me because of your leg, Allen thought gleefully. Actually, that reminded him, he still had to get his fiancé to agree to buy more sundaes.
"Whatever you're thinking, you should stop now." Kanda suddenly spoke up, startling the younger.
"What do you mean?"
"You had a look on your face that normally gets you into trouble."
"Hey!" With minor difficulty, the duo had finally made it to the door. Shifting Kanda's weight best he could, Allen managed to grab the key, and unlock the door allowing them both in. The access closing shut behind them.
Kanda grunted as his lover not-so-gently pushed him onto the couch. "Am I wrong?"
"Well... It could get me in trouble, but you're crippled right now, so I'm safe."
"Did you not just see this cripple hunt down that rabbit?" He asked, grabbing Allen by the wrist. "So? What'd you do this time?"
"You automatically think I've done something..." The boy huffed, but otherwise remained standing in front of his fiancé. "Fine. I may or may not have... said that you..." He shrunk back when Kanda glared. "... would buy... more... sundaes..."
"You..." Kanda closed his eyes and breathed out through his nose, jaw clenched. "You are so fucking lucky my leg still hurts too much to move it right now."
Allen smiled widely, relieved. "Yeah. I am."
The Japanese male pulled his lover closer, a scowl in place. "You know... That doesn't mean I can't just watch you touch yourself instead."
Still smiling, Allen laughed, and twisted himself out of Kanda's hold. "Well, I'm going for a shower, then I'm going to bed, so have fun with that."
Kanda watched open-mouthed as his fiancé moved around the couch and made for the bathroom.
"That little..." Kanda growled, "Che. What-fucking-ever." He wasn't even going to bother trying going after the younger in his current state. But like hell he wanted to sleep on the damn couch either.
That was a conundrum all on its own. A wet nose suddenly nuzzled its way under his palm, and Kanda blinked once before the happy-go-lucky face of Timcanpy appeared to his vison. He barked happily after finally being noticed.
"What do you want?"
A whine.
"Hungry?"
Timcanpy panted, before placing his head on Kanda's good leg, big brown eyes soulfully begging. Sighing, Kanda leaned back momentarily, only to have another whine come from the Rottweiler.
"Alright. But you're helping me over there." Kanda told the dog, wondering why he was even having a conversation with the former police dog...actually, now that he thought of it...Allen said Tim was going to be a police dog once upon a time...what happened to that? He seemed in good shape, he had a build for it too. "I'll ask the Moyashi later, I guess." He decided, before carefully standing, Timcanpy happily prancing around him. "Some help you are."
Kanda limped his was to where the dog's food was stored, hearing the distinct sound of water hitting tiles coming from the bathroom.
Actually, how was he going to shower? Maybe he'd have to sit on the bench and do it... This fucking leg was such a fucking hassle.
Timcanpy whined, urging the man to hurry and leave him his dinner. Sighing to himself, Kanda took the food, and Tim's doggy bowl, and scooped a hefty serving for the dog to eat.
"You're almost as bad as the Moyashi." Kanda said, as he limped to the placemat where Tim would eat. "Hm...Moyashi. Heh...looks like I have a perfect plan now." With Timcanpy now happily eating his meal, Kanda made his way to the master, being as mindful as he was able of his injured leg.
He wasn't supposed to move around too much on it, so that stunt with the Usagi probably should have waited 'til later. Kanda hoped he hadn't made anything worse. Though he doubted it. Maybe he'd have Komui check up on it if it does. Closing and locking the door behind him, Kanda could clearly hear the running water from the bathroom. Allen was happily humming some tune, completely unware of his entry.
Perfect. The elder grinned, as he removed his shirt, and started his trek to the shower. The Moyashi wanted everyone else to have those infernal cavity inducing cold treats? Then fine.
He unfastened his belt as he limped, pulling the leather from the loops, and dropping it on the floor. Injured leg or not, Kanda was going to receive his payment from his moyashi.
He stopped to toe off his shoes and socks, before unfastening his jeans. As he thought of it, it should be doubled considering he was apparently buying for that annoying rabbit too. And then...a reward of sorts for keeping Lala and Timothy safe earlier...
"He's practically indebted to me." Kanda said with a dark grin. "I'm taking what he owes."
The man carefully stepped out of his jeans, eyes on the nude creature obliviously washing himself under the shower spray.
"I'll take it... with interest."
The younger male's form stiffened, as he slowly turned to face almost-bare form of his lover. "U-Uh...Yu...er...hi?"
"Get ready to pay up. If you thought an eleven with toys was something for the record books...just see what I can do at that level without them."
"W-Without...?"
Kanda gave a wicked smirk that turned the blood in Allen's body to ice.
. . - * - . .
Groaning under his breath, Allen reached for the infernal buzzing phone on his night stand. Who the hell was calling him right then? "Hullo…?"
"I hope this isn't a bad time." Eliade's voice sounded. "I got your number from Lavi in case you're wondering."
"What'dya want?" Allen asked, grimacing as he rolled onto his back, blinking in confusion when he was met with warm body halfway through his roll. Kanda was still here?
"I meant to give you them earlier, but I found more information on—"
"I'll just pick up what I forgot later, Eliade." Allen quickly interrupted, feeling the elder moving, and pulling his nude form closer. The silver eyed male grunted in slight pain at the action.
"Moyashi…what are you on the phone for?" Kanda grumbled. "It's three in the god forsaken morning."
Three in the morning? Allen glanced a look at the phone's clock, and groaned. "Eliade, why are you even up this early?"
Kanda took that moment to take the phone from Allen, "Oi. You got a kid on the way, don't you? Whatever the hell it is, it. Can. Wait." He hung up the phone, tossing it to the foot of the bed. "The hell was she even calling for?"
"Too early to think of it." Allen whined, deciding on snuggling into the man's chest. "My rear end really hurts, by the way."
"Good."
"No. Not good. How'dya even do all that stuff with ya leg like that?" The boy looked up at his lover, whose dark eyes were closed.
"Determination," Kanda responded, before yawning.
Allen snorted, and then winced. "Ow... My butt..."
"Want me to kiss it better?" Kanda half joked. "Can't promise it'd remain a kiss to make it…stop hurting."
"First off, you're not kissing down there." Allen ignored the challenging glint in his fiancé's eyes. "Second, what you're planning will only make it worse."
"Then you can stay in bed, and I won't have to worry about you going out there and possibly getting killed." Kanda informed him.
Allen shook his head, poking the man in the chest. "You were targeted too, dummy."
"Then maybe we should both hide away here forever," the Japanese male said, holding his young lover tightly against his larger form. "I'll get you all to myself, all day, every day. How about it?"
"Thanks, but no thanks."
"And why not?"
"I love you, but I love our friends too. And of course I love Lala and Timothy, and Timcanpy, and even if he is a jerk, I do love Cross...to an extent...and I love my uncle Neah..."
"What does loving them have anything to do with it?"
"The point I was going to make was, I can't be kept sheltered from everyone and everything. Much less family and friends. I'd go stir crazy." Allen explained, "Plus, Jeryy would be upset if I didn't get to visit him."
"He's in love with your stomach. Where all the food goes, is a mystery to me."
Allen just laughed and kissed his lover's collar bone, lips lingering there for a moment longer.
"What's up with you now?" Kanda muttered into the fine white crown of hair, placing a kiss over the strands.
"Just...thinking, I guess..." Wasn't the deal...to only have Eliade tell Krory about their child if Kanda found out that it was his father he and Eliade had been looking into? Wait...he and Eliade were originally looking into the Akuma killer...and Crowned Clown was proven to be that very person...they were one in the same...and before they knew of the impersonator...Raku Kanda's name had come up somehow...
"Moyashi?"
"I think...I need more sleep." Allen groaned.
"Tired?"
The Brit made a sound of confirmation, turning his face down into the bed. He didn't want to think about this right now. It was too damn early...
(* - *)
"Uh...you alright, Yu?" Allen asked as his fiancé made his way to the table, a limp still in his step. "Oh, right, dumb question..."
"Damn straight it's dumb. Che...when is that bastard even getting here?"
"Komui said he'd be here by noon. It's only ten in the morning." Allen pointed out. "Besides, he had to finish up with his paperwork...not that I think he'd do it."
"Hah. He'll probably use this as an excuse to leave without doing anything."
"Yeah..." The Brit scratched his cheek, smiling softly. "That sounds like him."
"How long does it take to get from here to your office?" Allen asked. "Thirty minutes by car?"
"Give or take." The elder shrugged.
"Hmm. I bet he'll be here early."
Kanda rolled his eyes and grunted. "I'd be even more surprised if he wasn't."
Allen shrugged, "You're right." Timcanpy started barking the moment a knock was heard on the door. "Huh. That must be him already. Either that or our clocks are super behind...like the one in the living room."
"It's only there for decoration, baka moyashi. I told you that already."
"Have you?"
"I have. Go let him in before that son of a bitch destroys my door."
"Oh, but I so want him to do that," Allen said with a smirk.
"Do you want to be punished?"
The boy's smirk turned suggestive and he winked. "Maybe." He stood and made for the door. "Maybe not."
"Heh. Always the glutton for punishment." Kanda muttered when the younger went to answer the door. He heard Allen's voice welcome their visitor, and footfall followed soon after leading into the kitchen.
Allen entered first, followed by Komui, who needed only a glance to take notice of the leg that had bled through the gauze the Japanese male had sported. "One of these days, I swear you'll end up actually needing a hospital visit." Komui sighed, as he set his bag on the kitchen table.
"The people around me know how to deal with this shit, so there's no need for me to go."
The youngest in the room sighed and pulled out a chair, before sitting down and giving his lover a reproachful glare. "If it's really bad one day, I'll drag you to a hospital whether you want it or not."
"No you won't."
"Yes, I will," Allen replied, staring the man right in the eye.
"If I had to go get patched up for my shoulder from a gunshot wound, then you're going when Komui can't take care of whatever problem you end up with."
"Moyashi, I swear I—"
"He's right you know." Komui told the other Asian. "I can only do so much. If you get something more serious than getting grazed or shot, then that might as well be it. If you ever get something far more serious, then you should know that I would only be able to do so much for you."
"Che."
"I'm serious. I don't have equipment for anything greater than what you've been getting yourself into."
"Komui, just how many times has my idiot fiancé gone to you in order to get patched up?"
The purple-haired man opened his bag with a grimace, something Allen found odd on the mortician's face. "Far too many times to count."
"I'm not an idiot."
"I'd have to disagree," Allen said, still glaring.
"Now, now, you two. No need to fight." Komui said, taking out fresh gauze and disinfectant. "Now you said Neah took care of your leg the day you got shot?"
"Yeah."
"Should be interesting to see how he did, I suppose." The eldest in the room mused. "I'm going to have to ask you to remove your pants so I can get a look at your injury."
"Yeah, yeah. I know these drills by now."
"Good."
Despite his sour mood, Allen's eyes were on his lover as he watched the man unbuckle his belt.
Kanda smirked at the younger, oh-so-tempted to just tease his little bean for a bit. "Keep staring like that, and we may end up giving Komui a show he may not want."
"Oh heavens no." Komui sighed. "Any sexual endeavors will be postponed until I give you the OK. Understood?"
"Che."
"Honestly, Yu!" Had been Allen's exasperated reply, once he was finally able to come out of his shock of embarrassment. "Pervert."
Komui chuckled at the couple's banter. By then Kanda was in his boxers, once more sitting on the chair after completing his task. "Seems he wrapped it well, but let's see what damage you did."
While those two worked on that, Allen was busy burying his red face into mismatched hands. Why'd Kanda have to say these things when people were around? That man was so embarrassing...
Then again...he did molest him in front of his coworkers...and the kids they planned on adopting...Kanda knew no shame, Allen dually noted.
Why, oh, why did no one teach him that? It'd would've made things a whole lot easier if the perv didn't get horny at the drop of a hat and act on his desires just as quickly.
Hah. The jerk was the one who needed that lesson in restraint, not him.
Allen started wondering if he could teach that horny dog such a thing...was that possible?
No... The last time he tried to teach his lover a lesson...
The boy shuddered. He didn't even want to remember the details of that man's birthday.
Ah, no good...the images were already invading his mind...and from what happened last night...oh gods... "Uh...e-excuse me." Allen said, before walking off.
"Che. He has the gall to call me the pervert."
"I wonder where he could've gotten it from?" Komui asked in amusement. "Now, back to the matter at hand. It looks like you tore a couple of stitches, but nothing to warrant anything too serious. I'll have to admit, Neah did a fairly good job, but it's not professional."
"It still worked."
"You've been moving around too much," Komui chided, further examining the area. "Don't you know to rest at times like these?"
Rest... Maybe that's what did it... Or it could've been when he'd chased the Usagi...
The second option seemed more likely...and maybe playing with the moyashi like he had last night had also done something...either way, the fun he had with the younger was worth it.
Punishing that brat was always worth it.
"Kanda, are you listening?" Komui's voice broke the other male out of his thoughts.
"Che."
"Of course you weren't." He sighed. "I said, that I'll redo what came undone, but you can't do anything that'll cause your injuries to open up again."
"Fine, I won't do anything drastic."
Komui looked to the younger oriental male with a dubious look. "I doubt you're going to heed my warning."
"I will. If I don't, it'll take this shit longer to heal."
The Chinese male fixed Kanda with a sober stare. "No touching Allen."
Kanda's eye twitched.
"No over exerting yourself."
"Fine." Kanda said through clenched teeth."
"And most importantly, no rough sex."
Oh how much he wanted to punch this man right now. "Fucking. Fine. Komui."
"I'll inform Allen of this as well. If you try to do any of these things, I'll have him tell me."
As if the sprout would ever admit something like that.
"And if it gets bad enough, maybe I should have my sister straighten you out, hmm?"
Fuck.
Kanda wasn't scared of Lenalee, per se, it was just... Neither of his swords were ever safe around that woman.
"Well then~ let's fix up that leg again, shall we?"
(* - *)
Sitting on the john, Allen groaned, as he felt himself release after what felt like forever and a half. Panting and disheveled, he raised his left hand that was now covered in his essence. His right having been used to muffle his cries. He supposed it worked, because neither Kanda nor Komui came to investigate...but on the other hand, they may have been ignoring him...if he weren't on the toilet at the moment, he'd of slouched down against a wall in pure relief. He removed his fist from his mouth, wincing at the teeth marks that now graced his pale flesh. He bit harder than he realized.
"Stupid pervert..." He groused. "Stupid sadistic, and sexy as hell pervert..." He wondered if Komui was working on whatever damage his fiancé caused to himself. "...the bloody hell am I supposed to do with the mess on my hand now?"
He could... maybe... clean it with his... tongue.
Allen shuddered. That sounded so gross, but also kinda... arousing.
"Dammit... You're turning me into a pervert..."
But...how many times had Kanda fisted him, and had Allen taste himself? But then again...the only times he tasted himself was when Kanda would kiss him after giving him head. Did that mean he actually dreamt of Kanda making him taste himself?
Oh gods...Allen gulped. He stuck out his tongue, and tentatively licked at the palm of his hand. He started pretending it was Kanda's hand...even though Allen's left was nothing like the elder's...but as he was, he couldn't really come to care.
Clean it all up, my cute little neko-moyashi. He could almost hear Kanda's voice now...crap...his imagination was going to...he mewled, and licked again, longer, more languid...he placed two fingers in his mouth, and started sucking, and trailing the slick muscle around the digits covered in his mess. Heh. That's right, clean the mess you made, moyashi. Do a good job, and I'll reward you.
"Mm..." What if the real Kanda saw him like this right now? He could guess. And all of them would be right in some way or another.
Whenever Kanda saw him like this, the end result was always the same.
They were grown men, yet they were both still so hormonal...
Allen groaned, before moving to the next two digits, dammit...he was getting hard again...by the time his fingers were deemed clean, Allen realized that he at some point had gone from sitting on the toilet to on the floor with his right hand against the wall and legs just spread as far as the could be with his pants pooled at his knees. He gulped, and directed his left hand past his aching cock, and pressed his middle and ring finger against the still sore hole of his ass.
"Y-Yu..." He bit his lip, as he pressed the two digits past the ring of muscle. "Nngh..."
It hurt.
His ass ached from the previous abuse, but at the same time, he loved it.
Allen hissed as he searched for that one place he knew would make this even better, wincing as he hurriedly stretched his throbbing walls. Finally, when he was beginning to grow impatient, his fingers jabbed that little bundle of nerves, and all he knew was bliss.
He bit his lip, managing to stop the drawn out scream of pleasure from alerting anyone of his doing...not that Kanda probably didn't already know...he most likely did...and that thought only went straight to his groin...
Stupid Kanda...stupid perverted thought...stupid..."Nngh!" That felt perhaps a little too good than what he thought it should...
Why did he have to become like this? He was a perfectly modest person before Kanda came along and taught him all this shit!
Dammit!
He scowled and added another finger.
Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!
If only it didn't feel so damn good!
"Hah..." That particular thrust sent white through his vision, though only for a moment. It wasn't enough...he needed more. So, so much more...
Then again, before Kanda came along, the NOAH were still forcing him to kill people. Had he never come, Allen was pretty sure he'd of eventually given into the role of Crowned Clown. The thought scared him that 'Allen Walker' would've ceased to exist, and 'Crowned Clown' would've taken his form, roaming the streets, killing his victims without thought. If he was going to be honest with himself, every kill brought him closer to the edge of his sanity. Even drop of blood that stained his hand was almost like a new link of his chains that kept him bound to those vile people.
Even if their first official meeting was the elder practically molesting him...it woke up a part of Allen that was falling away. A part of him that was...human. "Yu..."
Vulnerable. Scared. Alone.
"Yu...!"
Kanda saw all of that...the broken person Allen Walker had become.
"Ngh..."
Even if he couldn't keep his hands to himself — and still doesn't — the Japanese male never gave up on him.
"Hah...c-close..."
Slowly but surely pulling him out of the darkness, and showing him light. Becoming his light.
"Mmm...w-wanna...c-cum..." A shiver raced down his spine and he tried grasping the drywall, the action proving futile, as there wasn't anything his hand could grasp upon with the flat surface.
Allen owed so much to his fiancé...maybe more than the man would really understand...
Cum Moyashi...let me see you cum. Allen adjusted his position, sitting, while leaning against the wall, fingers still up his ass, and now his right hand grasping and stroking his aching need. Silver eyes screwed shut, and a silent scream escaped his lips when he finally came, leaving a mess on his shirt, hand, and a little on his face. He removed his hands, and opened his eyes. His vision was still foggy from his release, but at least he managed to deal with his problem.
"Son of a...bitch is just lucky...I love him..." He managed between pants. He'd have to collect himself, clean up and then change before he'd go check up on Kanda and Komui...
(* - *)
Kanda hissed as Komui finished up with reapplying the stitches in the back of Kanda's leg. "Oh shush, you've had far worse than that."
"You did that on purpose, idiot."
"Did I?" If there was anything that Kanda would find at the very least, freaky, it was definitely when the Chinese male would act innocent.
The weirdo didn't fit the whole innocence act.
Everything Komui Lee did was on purpose, and making this hurt was one of those things.
Sure, it was probably punishment for being so reckless and reopening his wound, but it still fucking hurt like hell.
"If you're done, I'd like to put my pants back on."
"Almost done. I still need to bandage it." Komui said, taking the gauze from where he left it. "If not for yourself, then at least take better care of yourself for Allen's sake."
"Tch. Whatever."
"Don't you whatever me," the Chinese man chided. "I'm being serious. Do you want to give your fiancée a heart attack?"
"Give me a heart attack from what?" Allen entered the kitchen, acting as though nothing had just happened barely fifteen minutes ago. "I know I'd be terribly heart broken if my beloved BaKanda just suddenly left me."
"How much were you listening in, Moyashi?"
"Mm...I got here when you said, 'I'd like to put my pants back on', I think you said." Allen answered. "Actually, if I didn't already know what was going on here, I'd of taken that context the wrong way."
"Baka Moyashi."
"Well, considering it's me that's here, you wouldn't really have much to worry about when it comes down to it." Komui said. "Now, I'm serious Kanda. No over-exerting yourself. That, as I said already, means no rough sex of any kind. Allen, if he does anything to reopen those wounds, let me know immediately."
"Alright, Komui." The youngest promised. "But this is Kanda we're talking about."
"Trust me, I know."
"I'm standing right here." Kanda growled. "Don't pretend I'm not."
"I know you're there, love." Allen said with a smile. "Ah! I just remembered! I have to see what Eliade said I forgot last night."
"Come right back home, understood?"
"I know, I will."
"And don't get lost."
"HEY!"
Komui couldn't help but laugh at their antics. "If it'll make you feel any better, Kanda, I'll go with him, before heading to the lab."
"Krory's shop isn't anywhere near the office." Kanda said, as he pulled up his pants, fastening them into place. "Go to work, or else you'll be hearing from Lenalee."
"So mean!"
"He's right though," Allen put in. "You already came here earlier than you were supposed to, so I bet you've got a lot waiting for you."
The aghast look on Komui's face confirmed the boy's suspicions.
"Do you really want to upset Lenalee, Komui?" Allen asked.
The Chinese man seemed at a loss for words. It was weird seeing an older man pout the way Komui was, but in the end, he relented. "Fine, I'll go back to work."
"Good. Now I'll be sure to tell you if my idiot of a fiancé does anything he's not supposed to."
Kanda glared.
"I'd hope so." Komui sighed. "I suppose I'll be seeing you when you're well enough to work, Kanda?"
"Yeah, whatever."
Allen rolled his eyes, "I probably should call Eliade and tell her I'll be on my way."
"Why bother?" Kanda asked, siting back down on the chair. "If she called you last night—"
"Oh, I just remembered!" Komui exclaimed. "It's the reason I came by early, actually."
"I'll just leave you two alone then." Allen said, going to get his shoes. "I'll be back soon, okay, Yu?"
"Fine, hurry back." Relented the Japanese male. Allen smiled, and headed off. Moments later the door was heard closing, and Kanda looked up at Komui with a skeptical look. "Well? What is it you needed to talk about?"
"Remember those bullets you sent me? The ones that set themselves into Allen's shoulder a short while ago?"
As if he'd ever forget about those things. "Yeah, what about them?"
"We didn't find any prints, but we did, however, find the gun they were fired from. I have the specs right here, in fact." The Chinese man rummaged through his bag, before finally finding the manila folder that had made its home at the bottom. He handed it to Kanda, who opened it, and read through its contents.
"I never heard of this gun at all." Kanda stated, looking at what was shown.
"Because it's custom made. Originally the gun had once been a paintball gun, but was modified quite drastically from its orgianl form."
"And the shooter didn't own the gun."
"Right, only two people in perhaps the whole world would have illeagal guns like these."
"There's two of them?"
"Yes."
Kanda cursed under his breath, "I need to make a call."
. . - * - . .
He didn't like this. Even though it was as crowded as it should've been, there was just something that was completely off to the turban-wearing male walking around. He felt as though he were being followed. Something he had only grown to accustomed to while with those people. He was by no means a fighter, preferring to stay in the background, and doing things behind the scenes. Was he afraid? Of course not. But hell, Wisely Kamelot would be lying if he said he wasn't at least uneasy.
With so many people around, he couldn't get a proper reading on everyone's thoughts. It was like a constant buzzing inside his head. If he wanted to, sure, he could focus on one, but there were just too many.
The sooner he met up with Madarao and company, then the better off for him. He had gotten a call that Kiredori had found something that Kanda - or even Allen for that matter, he dryly noted - would find useful in their respective searches. What information that could possibly be that he himself hadn't been able to come across...was another thing entirely.
He had to get there quickly, though. Being alone like this, being vulnerable like this... it left a bad taste in his mouth.
"We found you~" Twin voices sounded, with the unmistakable click of a gun.
In the words of one Yu Kanda, "FUCK!" He screamed, as he raced away from Jasdevi. "Why couldn't you two be good annoying NOAH and just stay dead with the rest of them?!"
"That's boring~!" Jasdero called out, and the first shot was fired. Wisely knew if they missed, it was only on purpose. The bad feeling only grew. "We wanna play a little game is all~"
"With our favorite brother~" Devit added in, and wisely could almost imagine the cheeky grin on the older twin's face.
Wisely's lungs already burned from running. Maybe he should consider getting more exercise... Well, he couldn't do it if he was dead.
That in mind, he pushed himself faster.
He didn't get far, before crashing into someone. Hands steadied his flailing form, but the lump in the British-borne male's throat only seemed to tighten into a knot. "Hello, I don't think we formally met."
"Y-You're..."
"Mm, yes, I'm the man you've come to think of grim reaper, have you not?"
"That's our prey!" Jasdevi called out, glaring at the spectacled man. "Yours is the other white-haired traitor!"
"Such a shame someone like you had been led astray...Wisely Kamelot, is it not?"
"Apocryphos." Wisely said through grit teeth. He wasn't sure if he himself was scared, or furious. Scared because he literally couldn't hear anything coming from the man's mind...was he even human? And he was furious because the twins had the gall to work with the guy who had been their enemy even now.
"Oi, you listening to us, four-eye?" Devi sneered. "Wise is our prey!"
"Our prey, not yours!" Jasdero said, attempting to mimic his brother's attitude.
'Wise'? They were still calling him that? Maybe he could get out of this scenario yet. "Jas, Dev...you know, this guy? He was our enemy back then, wasn't he?"
If Wisely was good at anything — besides being tech savvy — it was being very, very good at mind games. And maybe he could coax the twins to his side, if not Kanda's and Allen's.
Not completely, because they were still angry with him for betraying them, but maybe just enough to get him out of this mess.
"So what of it?" The older twin sneered. "Not like there was anyone to tell us 'no'."
"But...you also know that this guy is bad...we're basically family, and you're gonna kill off one of the other people who really understand you two?"
"You don't understand!" Jasdero hissed. "You left us to work with that brat and his boy toy."
"Why should we listen to a traitorous son of a bitch?" Wisely gasped as he was shoved into the wall, an arm against his throat. He glared up at the man to do this to him.
"B-Because..." He wheezed, "Fa-family...st...icks t-toget...ther...r-right...?" He was seriously going to pass out...he couldn't afford to. His eyes widened as he took notice of the malicious grin upon Apocryphos' face.
"We can't have you brainwashing my lackeys."
"Woah, woah, did he just call us his lackeys?" Wisely internally grinned, having managed to accomplish what he sought to do. "Jas, what do you think of being a lackey to a guy that's stealing our prey like he is?"
"I don't like it at all." The blonde-haired twin growled, raising his pistol. "We ain't lackeys to creeps like him."
Apcryphos sent the twins a menacing scowl. "Lower your guns," he said, voice grave.
"I don't think we will, right, Jas?"
Jasdero shook his head, blond hair bouncing. "Hee~ Nope~ Jasdevi only takes orders from the Earl~ Hee hii!
"And that said!" Devit continued, grinning from ear to ear, "We'll take you, and that traitor out!"
"But if you take me out, you'll never find your favorite man to mess with." Wisely calmly stated. "I know exactly where he is, and even if he doesn't admit it, I'm sure he misses you two."
The twins blinked, then stared at each other.
"What should we do, Jas?"
"Hii~ Don't know~"
"Well, knowing your skillsets, you wouldn't be able to find him even if you were staring right at him."
"You will cease you fowl speech, heathen." The bespectacled man hissed. "If you're killing me, then try. But heed this warning, you will never find solstice of your past sins."
The twins looked to each other, lowering their guns momentarily. "Hey, Dev."
"Yea, I agree with ya, Jas."
Raising their guns again, both with a bored expression gracing their features, as they spoke eerily at the same time, "We don't give a shit of our sins. I think we're done with you Creeper Pedo. RED BOMB!"
Wisely paled, and bit down on his captor's arm, the man hissed in pain, and screamed when he was hit with one of the Bombs the twins shot him with. His coat burst into flames. "Let's get the hell out of here!" Wisely called out, already running.
The twins grinned, and chased after him.
Behind them, Apocryphos had ceased screaming, silently at their retreating backs, until they weren't in eyesight. "Such pitiful heathens if such a prank will work on me."
"You let your guard down." The holy man looked to the side, taking note of the man leaning against the wall. Face obscured by a silver mask, and form hidden by a snow-white cape, the hood drawn over their hair.
"Perhaps. But, it has allowed me to truly take a glimpse at the NOAH's true alliances. A shame, those boys could've had a merciful death."
"You off your pawns even if they prove useful, do you? How cruel."
"I'm only a man of God, doing His work."
"You gonna put that fire out?"
"The material under my coat will smother it out soon enough. Come, we have another engagement."
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