A/N- So here we are guys, after a ridicules wait time that I do apologies for, but this is one of the downsides of fanfiction, isn't it? Well, I'm still into this story and I hope that you are too. I'd take this opportunity to thank you all for your lovely reviews, it means so much to me giving the fact that this is a sci-fi fic and totally removed from the original plot, so…. Thank you very very much!
This chapter contains a lemon and violence (two of my favorite things )
Enjoy.
Silver and cold
"…Let this battle commence, one last time!
[And I hope for your sake, that you're on our side]
Let this battle commence, one last time!
[And I hope for your sake, that you're on our side]
Look what you've done to yourself
Yeah you've lost the will to do what's right again
Look what you've done to yourself
Hunger to discover that you're not here…"
Enter Shikari- OK, Time for Plan B
Dead ends
He tried to hold on for as long as he could, but he was unable to, not when his only anchoring point was a piece of jagged metal that cut through his skin and made his fingers all bloody and slippery, not while the wind grew stronger and stronger, as the air bled through the open gush at the floor and disappeared into the vacancy of space, and not when the whole ship trembled violently with every explosion.
The man looked up to Kanou, gazed into his eyes and said oddly with calm. "Let go…"
"No." Kanou glared back at him with mad, wild eyes, and clenched his arm tighter on the man's elbow.
"Do it now brother or we both die …"
"No!"
The other man averted his gaze and then closed his eyes, disappointment and agony writing all over his weary face. Out of nowhere, his free hand came up pulling a dagger, driving it hard into Kanou's arm. The sudden pain loosened Kanou's hold for a mere second, only a brief second, but it was more than enough for the other to set himself free.
"No!" Kanou cried again, looking into his brother's eyes, and they were smiling in victory, while he drifted away into the dark, endless emptiness.
Another explosion smothered his scream, but he screamed just as well.
And he opened his eyes to see a very frightened, beautiful boy of golden hair and blue eyes hovering above him.
"Kanou-san…" The boy whispered, sniffling "Please… please stop screaming."
Kanou said nothing, and just elevated himself to his elbows, leaned for the drawer, searching and snitching his cigarette pack and lighter. He could only relax after the first nicotine dose entered his blood stream.
Ayase withdrew to his place near the wall, but he kept on watching him, finding it odd that no one came rushing in to check upon their leader, they could all pretend as if they did not hear a thing, but Ayase knew that Kanou's shouts resounded thought-out the entire dormitory.
Kanou finished his cigarette with stillness, and only after he had crushed the butt into the ashtray, did he return the boy's gaze.
"It was just a bad dream, nothing to be bothered about. Why not go back to sleep? Plenty of time before line-up."
Ayase tightened the blankets around his naked body and considered his options, he was pretty sure that sleeping was no longer one of them.
"Can you go back to sleep?" He returned the question to the Black's leader.
Kanou's lips curved up with a weary smile. "I'm not sure I am ready to go back there."
Ayase crept closer to the big man, and without thinking, he sent his hand to caress the man's cheek, so much like his granny would do to sooth him after waking up from a bad dream.
Kanou had already grown bristles almost twenty hours past his last shave, but his face was warm and pleasant to touch.
He remained still, as Ayase's gentle fingers traveled all over his face, following his high cheekbones, outlining his strong jaw, taking an upright turn, to his temple and finally threading into his silky black hair.
"I'm guessing you don't want to talk about it." Ayase said after a while.
"You've guessed it right." Kanou reached with his own hand and grabbed Ayase's bringing it down to his lips so he could kiss the delicate fingers.
"Sometimes talking can help."
"Talking won't bring back the dead." Kanou said, a hint of amusement glittered in his eyes, and his tongue darted out to lick Ayase's fingers, warm and slick.
Ayase breathed, taken by surprise. Kanou pulled him by his hand, into a hug, into a searing kiss, full of nibbling and gentle biting. Ayase moaned into the kiss, giving Kanou the perfect opportunity to slip his tongue into that delicious mouth.
The hug got tighter, Ayase's body pressed against the man's broad chest, not an inch between them.
Kanou's hands roamed their way down, closing on Ayase's bare buttocks, fondly squeezing the smooth mounds of flesh.
Ayase pulled away from the kiss, desperately in need of air. Kanou gave him no time to recover, as he sent one hip against the boy's crutch, robbing it slowly and deliberately into hardness, all the while two of his fingers delved into his cleft, circling his already loose hole and penetrating in.
"This won't bring back the dead either…" Ayase said gasping as Kanou's fingers found his prostate.
"I agree… but it's much more fun …" Kanou whispered to him, hip still massaging his now leaking cock, and fingers hitting his prostate again and again with the matching rhythm.
"K…Kanou-san!" Ayase tried to wiggle his way out of Kanou's embrace. "Kanou-san… Please… We've already done this three times only few hours ago… I don't think I can take…"
"Ayase!" Kanou tightened his grip on the squirming boy, burying his face at the crook of his neck, fingers still stroking him from inside, drawing unwelcomed pleasure from Ayase's already worn out body. "I need this… I need you, Please?"
Ayase sighed, deliberating, feeling how desperately Kanou was clinging to him, like a lost child.
"Ayase?" Kanou asked again.
Ayase pouted and let out a long breath. "All right."
"Thank you." The large man kissed his shoulder and with a swift motion he flipped them over, so he could get on top of his delicious candy.
"What would you do if I'm unable to walk tomorrow?" Ayase asked the man above him, who was more interested in thrusting his fingers in and out of Ayase'e entrance than to think of the outcome "I'll die of embarrassment if Zack has to carry around me all day." He pouted.
Kanou took those pouting pink lips into another kiss, while Ayase wrapped his legs around the man's waist.
Kanou withdrew his fingers, while kissing Ayase and his lips moved up from his mouth to his ear shell, licking it and then diving into it, coaxing moans out of Ayase, who had a tender spot exactly there.
"If we reach that point, I'll carry you around all day." Kanou answer was whispered into his ear after he was done licking it, driving Ayase into a wanton mess.
Ayase through the haze of pleasure could still feel the man lining himself between his thighs, and he waited for the penetration, both fearing and craving it.
Ayase did not have to wait for long, as Kanou pushed in with one smooth motion, causing both pain and pleasure at the same time.
The boy buried his fingers into Kanou's now wet hair, grazing at his scalp, sensing Kanou's heavy member pulsing inside him, and beginning to move.
Kanou set up a wonderful rhythm, strong, slow and deep. All Ayase could do was to caress his hair and join the ride. Kanou thrust in and out, each time pushing deeper into his body, losing himself in this wonderful tight heat that surrounded his throbbing, leaking member.
Ayase moaned underneath him, his hips meet every thrust with a responding jolt, matching desire with desire, leading them both to climax.
After few steaming minutes, Kanou was close; he lost the steady rhythm into something more erratic and desperate, he sent his hand, struggling for a path between their sweaty tight bodies, to reach for Ayase's member and pump it, so the boy would come first.
Ayase moaned with pleasure, forgetting the world, lost in his heat. Kanou's strong hand was relentless, along with his thick hot cock, moving in and out of him, hitting his prostate with every thrust, Ayase stood no chance; exhausted as he was he came hard and panting, shooting his ribbons of seed into Kanou's anticipating hand.
Ayase shut his eyes and bright blazing light danced behind his closed lids. Arching his back, golden hair wet and sprawled on the pillow was a beautiful sight to behold, and Kanou drank it while thrusting into that tight heat, searching for his own completion.
One more thrust, and another, and Kanou came too, mumbling Ayase's name and filling his body once more with his seed.
Ayase felt the stream of semen, pouring into his body, as Kanou sighed and buried his face in the boy's hair. Ayase realized he no longer minded having the man's seed inside of him, not thinking of it as an intrusion anymore, strange though, what a couple of weeks at 950A would do to you.
A wet kiss was placed on his forehead, and Kanou gently pulled out.
Ayase yawned and stretched, feeling sleepy all over again. As soon as Kanou joins him, warping his strong arms around him, he could fall into a blissful sleep. So he waited, but the cuddle he yearned for did not come. Irritated, he set up again, watching Kanou as he got dressed.
"I'm out for a run, don't wait up for me."
"A run? Now?" Ayase felt somehow insulted, but then Kanou reached for him and took him into a deep, hot kiss again.
Kanou stared into those wide blue questioning eyes and wanted to say something ridiculously sappy such as 'Thank you, Ayase. You are the one beautiful thing in this ugly place that gives me strength to join the line-up every fucking day' But there was no way to bring those words out into the open, so he settled for "I'll be back in an hour or so, go back to sleep"
oOOo
Running was the best outlet in this closed up dark tunneled 950A, whenever Kanou's brain was too troubled or when his control over his rage was slipping, he would always go for a run, and he would circle every corridor of every section, as many times as it was necessary, until his lungs burned, or his legs collapsed or his mind calm down, whichever came first.
Now he had Ayase too, to vent out his aggressions through sex, but being a silver acquired him with a stamina only another silver or a gold could match, and he would not have Ayase suffer for it, the poor thing has already tasted his lack of restrain.
So he ran. He ran three rounds, passing the same hallways, the same tunnels, the same screens blurting out strings of enigmatic numbers. He ran in the dim flickering light of fluorescence, minding the same gaps, avoiding the same protuberances on the walls, while his mind screamed 'I want out! I want out of here!'
Where did it come from, this sudden cabin fever? He had already thought he was well adjusted, accepting this hellhole as his own. Accepting, yes… for himself but not for Ayase. Ayase did not belonged here, done nothing to deserve this, another pawn in the war between the Union and the rebels who were led by the boy's father.
So unfair, so brutally unfair.
Kanou was so occupied with thoughts; he didn't realize he was ambushed until it was already too late.
Twenty men, of the Orange, Red and Yellow teams blocked the two corridors he could have chosen his passage from, so he halted, turned on his feet and saw that corridor he just came from was blocked as well by ten more men, Elrick Raus among them towering over the lot, with his hands crossed on his chest and a smug on his face.
Kanou returned the icy glare with a smirk of his own. "Hey Elrick, glad to see you up and about. Trying to even up the chances this time?" he asked the Red's leader, briefly scanning all the attendants.
"No, just doing whatever it takes to take you down and keep you there."
Kanou nodded in acknowledgment, his eyes scrutinizing his opponents, categorizing them into classes by size and weaponry, searching for the best course of action, but there was no way to deny it, he was outnumbered and he could only take half of them down before his luck runs out.
Raus was thinking the same, his face glowing with satisfaction, basking in the glory of his future victory; he was in no hurry to attack. Instead, he glanced down at Kanou and moved about the crowed, enjoying everyone's attention.
"What?" He turned to Kanou, circling him around like a vulture before descending upon its prey "Did you think I'll take it quietly? Did you think I'd let it slide? The way you humiliated me in fronted of everyone and stole away my candy?"
Kanou never lowered his gaze, or lost his calm demeanor. "I won that Candy, fair and square, in the arena, as the rest of us do." He reminded the Red which made him snap.
"I am NOT the rest of us!" Elrick roared at him "I am the king of 950A! You don't cross me and get to live!"
Kanou observed Elrick's face turning from pale to pink to bright red, a color matching his outfit, but said nothing, and would not even flinch at the screaming, which made Elrick even more furies than he was before.
"I'm going to take you down, motherfuckers! I'm going to take all of you down! When I'm done with you bitches, there will be nothing left of you but dust! And I will spit on your dust while fucking your blonde candy!"
Kanou took a deep breath, was this speech never going to end? He was getting rather bored.
"When I'm done with you, there will be no more a black team in 950A, because this color would be as fucking cursed as white! No one will ever…"
"Fuck it…" Kanou murmured under his breath and seized a perfect opportunity while Raus wondered around him to fit a well aimed punch into that square jaw of his.
Elrick screamed with pain, losing his balance and falling on the ground, but that was the signal for everyone else to attack.
They came charging at him, all thirty of them, clubs and knifes and all.
Kanou's first instinct was to crouch and roll down the floor, trying to position himself against a wall, rather in the middle of the swarm. He managed that, although receiving two blows to his chest and one to his head.
He rose up once against the wall, facing his attackers, armed with nothing but his fists, still he was the first to draw blood. He took three men down with one maneuver, breaking someone's leg with a kick, another one's jaw with a fist and sending the third into unconsciousness with a head butt.
After that it was all a blur, automatic attack and defense maneuvers, avoiding sharp objects and inflicting damage with every opportunity. But there were too many of them, and he was taking damage himself. A stab wound to his side, a split of a lip, a club to the temple, the last one was severe, doubling his vision, slowing his motions. He saw Elrick approach, a knife in his hand, ready to join the bloodshed, couldn't tell if he came from the left or the right, as both smiling images danced before his eyes.
But as Elrick lift his arm, a pained scream came from the crowed. Two Yellow teammates dropped dead on the floor, after being stabbed from behind.
Kanou blinked again, wiping the blood from his field of vision, he saw two twin figures clad in blue. This was not a double vision anymore, those were the Kuba twins and for some reason they came to his rescue.
Reassured, he straitened himself, facing Elrick and engaging him, while the Kuba brothers drew some attention to themselves.
He could tell they had a very solid fighting style, in fact if he didn't know better he would have taken them as silvers as well.
And just as luck swayed to his side, the whole corridor was lighted with flashing yellow light and a siren began to whine.
"Unauthorized assembly!" a female robotic voice announced "Unauthorized assembly!" she repeated "Disperse at once!"
They all froze on their feet, knowing what would come next. The robotic guards were on their way, armed with live ammunition; the sprinklers on the ceiling already got activated and started releasing suffocating gas that brought tears to everyone eyes.
"Unauthorized assembly, disperse at once!" The robotic announcer demanded again.
Raus watched with frustration as his soldiers started to take off. "This is not over!" He pointed at Kanou, "soon you go downstairs and I promise you, you're never coming up!"
With that, he turned away and ran.
The Kuba brothers reached for Kanou, one held him steady and the other one checked his wounds.
"Can you walk?" one of them asked.
Kanou nodded, catching his breath "I think so, yeah."
"Good, then run!"
The robotic guards arrived at the scene and opened fire. The brothers helped Kanou up and then they ran bullets at their heels.
They maneuvered away from the attacked zone, dragging Kanou with them.
"Where are we going?" he asked Homare, or was it Misao, he couldn't tell.
"The Blue dormitory."
One of the places he had never been to, should he revere the novelty? But all dorms looked the same, a hall packed up with beds and chairs and tables, smelling like sweat and semen.
At this time of night, most of the inmates were asleep, so they passed between the beds with silence not to wake anyone up. The twins brought him to their private section of the dorm, blocked away from the rest of the hall by a 'do it yourself' wall, composed of all sorts of wooden and metal boards, all patched up together.
He viewed the room, and smiled to himself, since he could now settle a yearlong of speculations and bets, the Kubas did not share a bed, and each one had his own corner of their shared space. The rest of the room looked like an electronic lab, full of computer parts, wires and screens.
One Kuba brother set him on a chair and cleaned his blood from his wounds. "Misao." He answered the unasked question "Looks like all your wounds has already been sealed."
"Yeah, one of the perks of being a silver, we heal very fast."
"We do." Said the other twin, Homare, that is.
"You are silver as well." Kanou noted.
"Yes, we are." Homare answered, picking up what seemed to be a camera and connecting it to the rest of the equipment.
"We are by the gene makeup, but not by training, our parents smuggled us to one of the free worlds when we were just babies." Misao continued, opening up his drawer and fetching something that looked like a deck of cards. "Ready brother?' he asked Homare who was still handling the camera.
"Why did you save me?" Kanou asked, not even trying to figure out what the crazy Kuba were up to.
Miaso smiled, dragging a chair next to Kanou. "We already told you that we'll be on your side when the war begins."
"Why?"
"Because you are the only pilot on 950A."
"How did you know that?" Kanou asked without bothering to deny.
"Play cards with us, will you?" Misao smiled and started dealing for three.
"We're on." Homare said as the camera woke to life and joined them. "Poker?"
"Right on…"
"What are you doing?" Kanou started to feel annoyed, the last thing on his mind was playing a stupid card game in front of a recording machine, only a while after his tight brush with death.
Misao finished dealing and announced his bet.
Homare took his hand, contemplating a reply.
"Why are you not picking up your hand?" Misao eyed Kanou with amusement.
"Are you fucking out of your mind?" Kanou nearly roared at him.
"Play the fucking poker." Homare said. "We only need three minutes of this crap and then we'll answer all your questions. Could you do that for us?"
"Fuck you." Kanou growled and picked up his hand. "At least you have some smokes in this shithole?"
"Sure." Misao sent a hand to his pocket and handed Kanou a cigarette and a matchbox.
Kanou lit it up and since he had nothing better to do while smoking it, he decided that he might as well play some Poker.
So they played about three rounds, all in which he lost, until Homare looked at his watch and stopped them." I think this should be enough…" he said and rose on his feet to fiddle with his camera again.
"But I just got a really good hand now!" Kanou protested.
"And… this is on line…. Now… " Homare announced.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
"We've just tapped into the system and planted our little poker game in the automatic scanning procedure. Whenever they scan this room, they'd get us playing poker, it will take them hours to notice something fishy about it, just enough time to get you to where you should go and come back up again.
"Just stop this crap right now!" Kanou threw his cards on the table "What makes you think I'll go anywhere with you? Fuck off, you crazy shitheads; I'm going back to my bed!"
"Shame." Misao sighed.
"Crying shame." His brother added.
"An awful crying shame." agreed the other.
"To miss an opportunity like that..."
"To see the ship we had found."
"A really nice piece of spacecraft we thought you'd like to wash your eyes with, but…"
"If you're not interested, I apologize of wasting your time."
"No harm done, we've only just…"
"Saved your life."
"Motherfuckers! Don't you dare mess with me!" Kanou rose on his feet, raging.
"Not messing with you… much."
"A ship? A fucking ship in 950A?" Kanou yelled out his astonishment. "You gotta be fucking kidding!"
"Hush now please… this is not common knowledge." Homare grimaced.
"A fucking spacecraft here? In this hellhole?" Kanou ignored him.
"Well, 950A used to be a Union intelligence base before they've turned it into a prison."
"And they have done a poor job clearing it out."
"But a fucking ship? Who misses a fucking ship?"
"Kanou-san, we can stay here and argue or we could go and see this fucking ship."
Kanou let a small frustrated hiss leave his mouth and then he mumbled "Fine, lead the way."
The crazy Kuba brothers moved without a sound, they shoved away a heavy box on the floor from its position, and underneath it was a hidden door revealing a small and narrow staircase leading down as far as the eye can tell.
"950A is like a hive." Homare smiled at Kanou "full of secret path, the Blue knows this one as well as some others; we are willing to share our knowledge with the Blacks."
"We'll see about that." Kanou mumbled again.
Misao fetched them three flashlights, and after handing Kanou one, he went down the stairs.
Homare was still holding the hatched door open. "After you, Kanou-san." He said.
Great, Kanou thought, a Kuba in front and another at my back, but he trusted them enough to play along, after all, they did save his ass only half an hour ago.
The way down was long and claustrophobic, none of them talked anymore. Kanou found himself thinking with longing about his battleship, a beautiful 'Stargaze' 1012B masterpiece, armed to the teeth, self-sustaining, capable of 10 years duration in deep space without a need go under a sky. It was gone now, as well as its one hundred crew members and his brother.
After few more minutes they've reached the end of the staircase, and entered an open space, which resembled a railway station, there was an actual railroad set in front of them.
Misao found the control bar on the wall, and tempered with it. "Thirty seconds."
"Move away from the rails." Homare recommended to Kanou "Unless you no longer need your head."
"Huh?" Kanou glanced at him, but gave up investigating the railways and moved away just in time for the massive metal train car to roam in and screech its breaks as it slowed down. It was a robotic car, designed to keep airlock and move passengers through vacuumed areas of the asteroid, it might as well reach beyond the 950A area.
"I'm not entering a fucking robot!" Kanou protested as the brothers bordered the cart.
"That's the only way fast enough to reach the ship." Misao said.
"The trains' system is fully in our control for about a year now. We've breached it ten months ago and safely used it for eight. Please… Kanou…. Join us."
"Damn you Kubas!" he murmured and followed them in.
The car locked and sealed itself, Misao took the controls and set the course, and soon the train began to move, gaining an impressive speed.
"How come the guards did not pick up on your takeover?"
"Because we are so clever." Homare smugly smiled.
"Good for you." Kanou frowned, "Any other systems you've tapped into that I should know about?"
Homare and Misao exchanged gazes. "No."
"Nothing you should know about before you agree to help us."
"I've agreed to help you the moment I went though that hatch, you arrogant bastards!"
"In that case… we've tapped into 950A mainframe."
"You what?"
"We did. You see, we cracked the numbers' code all can see on the screens."
"Once, those screens were used by Union soldiers in this base for communication. When they evacuated, they left the system running but they took the interface platform off so all that was left were random numbers."
"Took us about two years but we've managed to analyze the code and build the interface again using reverse engineering."
"All those big fancy words!" Kanou huffed "What can you actually do with it?"
"We could switch off every robot and open any lock in 950A if we wanted to." Homare calmly said.
"We can take over this whole operation." Misao conformed.
"There's a catch, though…" Homare added "If we do that, they'd know we've breached the system and there will be an automatic Union overrun, so we try to stay on low profile until we solidify our escape plan, we'll only have one chance."
"And this is low profile…" Kanou wondered as the car sped through the asteroid unfamiliar tunnels, taking them out of the boundaries of 950A into an entirely unknown territory.
The ride took them about forty minutes, and Kanou remembered his promise to Ayase to be back within an hour. He hoped the boy won't freak out, waiting up for him. He hoped that at least he'll be back before the line-up.
When the train finally stopped, Kanou found himself in a huge hangar, similar to the one they used for the arena fights at 950A, but this one was a different hangar, and it had no air pressure, so they had to suit up before leaving the car.
Kanou let the Kuba brothers lead the way, through all the space junk that was chucked in the hall, wondering if they really found a ship that wasn't a complete wreck in this graveyard.
"Here we are." Misao stopped in front of a huge metal object that there could not be mistaken to be anything but a ship.
Kanou looked up at the huge beautiful thing and forgot to breathe for a moment. It has been such a long time since he saw anything that could fly. Without even noticing, he sent his gloved hand to caress the curves of the smooth shiny metal.
"What do you think?" Homare asked with a proud smile behind his helmet.
"This is… this is just…" Kanou lost his way with words and the brothers laughed.
"Can you fly this thing?"
"I can fly anything." Kanou scolded them. "This is a type 'Comet' 122D, medium sized courser, capable of reaching forty per cent of the speed of light, can carry fifty people for a period of a month."
"Ain't she lovely?" Homare continued. "Can you check her out for us; see if she's in any condition?"
"Sure, but these checks can take weeks…"
"Well, we are in no hurry." Misao smirked.
"One critical check I can do right now though…"
"Airlock?"
"No, a fuel check. They stopped manufacturing those ships about a hounded years ago, they run on nuclear cells. I'd like to see who far it had decayed."
"Can you do this now?" a nervous worry seeped into Homare's voice.
"Yes. Let's open her up." Kanou crawled under the belly of the ship, looking for the control panel.
oOOo
"I am sorry" Kanou was the first to breach the dreadful silence on their way back.
Unlike the ride to the hanger that was packed with expectations and the thrill of wild hope, the ride back was gloomy, and filled with despair.
"Even if there was enough fuel to take us to the nearest jump point… you could only take fifty people with you, not even the whole blue team, how would you choose?"
The Kuba didn't answer, Homare was curled up to a ball, hugging his knees and burying his face between them, Miaso just watched his brother with an underwriting expression on his face.
"And say we managed to squeeze up a jump, this ship is not nearly armed enough to take a modern Union fighter, which would probably be waiting for it at the exit jump point."
"Do shut up." Misao sighed; Homare only shivered and hugged himself tighter.
Kanou lift his gaze to look at the young leaders of the blue team, he no longer mocked them for their childish dream of escaping 950A, and in fact he realized he was willing to do anything to breathe life to this dream once more.
"Maybe there's another abandon ship somewhere on this asteroid." He offered eventually.
"No there's not." Homare sniffled, head still tucked into it hiding place."We've dedicated a year to this search, there's no other goddamn ship on this shitty rock."
"We don't need a fully functioning one, just one with undamaged fuel cells."
"There is none."
"So maybe we can find a way to recharge the cells using 950A's power station."
"Won't work." Misao answered "Different mechanism, it would only toast them. We know it and you know it, so please shut up."
Kanou resented the cold acknowledged defeat in Misao's voice, it got him angry. So this is it? This is giving up? Has the system worn out even the brightest of minds?
"You were right all along." Homare said without lifting his head, his voice tainted with tears. "We were stupid to think there's a way out of here! Our plan was ridicules and full of holes. The only way out of here is in a body bag…"
And there he was, this proud leader of the blue team, crying his heart out.
Kanou got more and more furious looking at them, until he could hold his rage back no more.
"You spoiled litter brats!" Kanou stood up and roared at the twins. "Look at you, behaving like fucking babies! One little bent on the road, one little dead end and you call it quits? Is this the way to fight for your freedom? Is this the way to earn your life back? Pathetic miserable cunts! This is not the silver way! I'll teach you the silver way! Once you fall, you get up! Bleeding and beating and in pain, you get up! As long as you breathe, you get up! Do you hear me, twats? As long as you still have your legs attached to your body, you get up!"
Homare lifted his teary eyes to look at Kanou, Misao's face revealed his astonishment.
Kanou was pleased that he got their attention, and for the first time in the five years he had been here, he felt like he could finally give words to something he buried deep inside and tried hard to repress.
"I have this crazy idea…" He admitted to them with a low voice, almost embarrassed, almost blushing. "I don't have the slightest clue how to execute it… and it could only work if we get all the teams working together, so what are the odds for that? But it could also get everyone out."
For a second there, the twins only blinked at him, gasping for air. The train car slowed down as it reached back their station, and only when it stopped, Homare smiled at Kanou through his tears.
"So is it time for plane B?" he asked.
"Don't get your hopes up." Kanou warned him. "We cannot leave the system for a long enough time to formulate it, let along shift it into motion."
"We do have time, all the time we need." Misao answered.
"We'll go downstairs with you next week." Homare added.
"I thought it was the Grey's turn."
"The Blue team switched with them. We go downstairs together." Homare wiped his tears from his face and the car's doors opened.
oOOo
TBC
OooO
A/N- reviews would be lovely. Until next time, take care!