Wednesday1.24 - [cont'd from Wed. 1.16]
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theblackcross[continued from the end of Wednesday1.16]
"You set the terms."
Ran stopped parallel to Yohji in the alleyway, shoulder to shoulder. It was what he'd hoped Yohji wouldn't say, but it was Yohji, who was he kidding? Only himself, apparently.
Yohji fought with wires. With nets and lassos. And Ran was still trying to parry and feint.
Which was how he caught me that first time, Ran thought. Yohji bandied words and his weapon both almost effortlessly. The constant cat and mouse was wearing Ran down, where Yohji seemed to feed off of it. It was how he had come to the bad agreement he had in the bathroom, only he had meant it as an escape tactic, not a promise.
"I'll tell you something you can do. You're getting pretty freaking adept at throwing me shreds of hope and then kicking me when I'm already down."
It was what Yohji had said a moment ago. It hadn't been his intent. If that was how Yohji saw it...perhaps...
A few days ago, Yohji had come to him, and tried to meditate.
He looked down at his hands. They were small and calloused. He knew Yohji had weapon-marks of his own on his skin. He knew many little details about Yohji, just as Yohji knew as many about him. The business of keeping one another alive was a personal one.
...perhaps he was truly hurting Yohji.
...but he had known it was hurting him. He had hoped it would mean Yohji would back away, give up, choose someone else and forget about this obsession. Anyone else.
It wasn't working. It was Yohji, his friend, his teammate. The one person who saw something human in him. If Ran had stopped to think, he would have known better.
He nodded slowly in unwilling agreement, and took a step sideways to face him again, putting small distance between them. "I set the terms," he echoed Yohji. "And I was wrong."
"You set the terms."
Ran stopped parallel to Yohji in the alleyway, shoulder to shoulder. It was what he'd hoped Yohji wouldn't say, but it was Yohji, who was he kidding? Only himself, apparently.
Yohji fought with wires. With nets and lassos. And Ran was still trying to parry and feint.
Which was how he caught me that first time, Ran thought. Yohji bandied words and his weapon both almost effortlessly. The constant cat and mouse was wearing Ran down, where Yohji seemed to feed off of it. It was how he had come to the bad agreement he had in the bathroom, only he had meant it as an escape tactic, not a promise.
"I'll tell you something you can do. You're getting pretty freaking adept at throwing me shreds of hope and then kicking me when I'm already down."
It was what Yohji had said a moment ago. It hadn't been his intent. If that was how Yohji saw it...perhaps...
A few days ago, Yohji had come to him, and tried to meditate.
He looked down at his hands. They were small and calloused. He knew Yohji had weapon-marks of his own on his skin. He knew many little details about Yohji, just as Yohji knew as many about him. The business of keeping one another alive was a personal one.
...perhaps he was truly hurting Yohji.
...but he had known it was hurting him. He had hoped it would mean Yohji would back away, give up, choose someone else and forget about this obsession. Anyone else.
It wasn't working. It was Yohji, his friend, his teammate. The one person who saw something human in him. If Ran had stopped to think, he would have known better.
He nodded slowly in unwilling agreement, and took a step sideways to face him again, putting small distance between them. "I set the terms," he echoed Yohji. "And I was wrong."
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Date: 2008-08-20 02:56 am (UTC)Ken tried to scramble to his feet but fumbled, letting out a string of curse words that would peel the paint off a house.
"Ran, car, get the car, we can ow, FUCK. We'll catch them...!"
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Date: 2008-08-20 03:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-08-20 03:24 am (UTC)Omi came running outside nearly tripping over his own two feet. He looked around quickly. He spotted Ran and Aya-chan hurrying over to them he caught the last bit of what Ran said 'going after Schwartz'.
//Why was Schwartz here?// Omi asked himself as he knelt down next to Aya-chan. He watched Ran hurry off before turning his attention back to Aya-chan.
"Aya-chan, let's get back inside." He said trying to ignore the guilt for now, that he'd been slow getting out here. He always kept a pair of darts on him at all times. But today of all days he had to forget. Hence the reason he had run upstairs to grab them before heading out here.
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Date: 2008-08-20 01:15 pm (UTC)He swatted an errant drop of blood with the back of his hand as he tossed the redhead his sword. "You alright to drive?"
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Date: 2008-08-20 01:29 pm (UTC)Later. Right now...
He gave Ken a short nod, both of acknowledgment and thanks. He grabbed his sword midair, its familiar weight giving him a jolt of strength. He eyed Ken's head. "Yes. Your head?"
They reached the car, Ran turning on the ignition before Ken was fully inside. He waited until the door was shut to press his foot on the gas. They pealed onto the street.
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Date: 2008-08-22 07:09 pm (UTC)“I think they were headed east,” he gestured, ignoring the inquiry about his health. It was nothing he hadn’t worked through before, and he had bigger things on his mind.
“What happened back there?” He viciously tugged the second glove on, his eyes darting everywhere for a sign of their quarry. “Was this revenge for the store-they wouldn’t-ok maybe they would go this far. What the hell do they want with Yohji?”
He forced himself to stop babbling so the other man could talk. It wouldn’t do his teammates any good to get frantic.
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Date: 2008-08-22 07:37 pm (UTC)"Glove compartment, blue bottle, two pills." His pantleg was soaked through, and the pain was registering now that the immediate adrenaline had worn off. Had it hit a muscle? Bone? He could walk on it, that must mean it had missed the bone, no shards...he took a long blink, then refocused on the highway. If they went fast enough...
Ken had asked him something. "They wanted that disk," Ran grated out. The whole mission had been a catastrophe. He had no idea why the hell Schwartz wanted Yohji, so he didn't bother asking.
He slid his eyes toward Ken's head and quickly back to the road. "Concussion?"
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Date: 2008-08-22 08:25 pm (UTC)“What do they have to do with that?” The question was more rhetorical than anything.
~Why the hell didn’t I lunge for Yohji first?
You know the answer, Hidaka.
Might have made it to the car, might have gotten him out-
Might’ve gotten him killed. Still might.~
“What are they doing, he wouldn’t know anything!” Ken slammed a fist into the dashboard in front of him, immediately grateful when it didn’t do any immediate damage.
"I'm calling Omi. If Schwartz is tangled up in this mess he'll need to know, and we could use the tracking help." Ken reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell, fingers ghosting over the numbers without having to look at the pad.
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Date: 2008-08-22 08:31 pm (UTC)...they weren't going to find him...
"Schwartz doesn't rely on logic." Ran stated. He took the pills from Ken and followed his suit.
The gunshot wound was making it difficult for him to concentrate on the road. His eyes slid shut again, opened, refocused with determination.
"They do it...to cause pain."
Was that it? Was that really all they had to live for? Ran's knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. He swallowed with a dry throat, adam's apple bobbing.
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Date: 2008-08-26 03:21 am (UTC)