Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction ❯ Red Shaman ❯ It's Just A Jump To The Left ( Chapter 52 )

 

Farf kept a close eye on the man who had been their “escort”. His name was Nikoru and he was raising his two children alone. His wife had bailed when the kids were very small, leaving him to raise them by himself. They had gathered all of this information from Ghost doing a scan of him to check for any treachery. There had been none. Only an utter disgust for his employers and an absolute hatred for what went on there.

 

I'll have to be the one to pull them out if they're female, Ghost said.

 

Farf, Omi and Nagi all nodded.

 

Yes, you will, Farf said. No way in hell they'd trust me or the boys. That still may not be enough. I'm sure some women have used this facility as well. They may also think that you're in the same position as they are.

 

I know, Farf. But we're minimizing the problems doing it this way.

 

We'll have to pull them out a few at a time, Omi said. It will look too suspicious to take several at once.

 

Much as I hate the thought of leaving any of them here for another minute, you're probably right, Nagi said. I think that would be the best course of action.

 

Ghost stood a little to the side as Nikoru opened the first door and watched as a girl around the age of twelve or so cringed back against the wall at the sight of him. Her eyes darted around wildly, looking for whomever had come with him. Seeing no one but Ghost she let out a sigh in partial relief and partial confusion.

 

Ghost stepped into the room and held out her hand to the girl. “Come with me,” she said in Japanese. Letting the link between herself and the boys flow freely so she could successfully use the language.

 

The girl backed further against the wall, trying in vain to claw up it. Wondering what fresh hell this was to be.

 

“It's okay,” Ghost said soothingly. “We're here to help you. We're here to get you out.”

 

The girl took one trembling step toward Ghost. Then another. Then she practically flew across the room to Ghost, latching her hands into the fabric of her shirt her eyes wide and pleading.

 

“Really? This isn't a joke or some new game?”

 

“No it isn't a joke. But we have to hurry. There are a lot of people here who need to get out.”

 

She nodded and paused for a fraction of a second upon seeing so many men outside of the door.

 

“It's okay. The three you don't know are with me. Nagi, would you take her to the rendezvous point outside please?”

 

He nodded and allowed the girl a moment to adjust to the situation. “If you would follow me,” he said politely. Glancing back over his shoulder to make sure she was actually following him and being very careful not to touch her in any way.

 

She shot Ghost a slightly worried look before following Nagi down the hallway and up the flight of stairs leading away from the main corridor of the basement.

 

“We'll take turns getting them out as quickly as we can,” Ghost said. “That way one of us is with one of them at all times in case there are any problems.”

 

Omi and Farf nodded. “How do we handle disposing of the scum?” Omi asked.

 

Farf smiled a little. “Leave that to me.” He turned to Nikoru. “Are you the one who leads them to whatever room their fantasy awaits them in?”

 

“Much as I'd like to deny that, yes.”

 

“Good. Makes my job easier. Make sure they get to the correct room,” Farf said, his smile widening into an almost unholy grin. “I think they need a little surprise for their troubles.”

 

“Can't think of anything I'd rather do more tonight.”

 

“Somehow, I knew you'd say that.”

 

 

 

Aya was scratching his back with the hilt of the katana. Damn it, the itch was driving him to distraction and he couldn't afford to be distracted just now. He slid around the corner of the wall on the upper floor near one of the offices. Hearing two voices he ducked back around the corner to wait.

 

Two of the targets headed your way, Abyssinian.

 

Thank you, Balinese. I hear them.

 

Ran.

 

Yes?

 

I love you.

 

He smiled a little. Only Yohji would say that smack in the middle of a mission.

 

Hai. The feeling is mutual.

 

It turned out to be two of the easiest kills of Aya's career. One came around the corner and walked straight into his katana and the other walked into him, skewering himself on the blade behind the other man. It was a little difficult lifting up on the sword with two people adorning it, but he managed. The sharp blade slicing up through the muscle and soft tissue of both men. He quickly divested both men of their heads then he and Yohji dragged the bodies into the nearest open office. Closing the door and glancing at each other before heading to the restroom where Aya could clean both himself and the katana.

 

Aya stripped off his tux jacket and proceeded to wash away the blood as quickly as possible. Thank goodness none of it had gotten on the white shirt. That had to be a minor miracle.

 

“You get the feeling this has been way too easy up to this point?” Yohji said, searching his pockets for his cigarettes.

 

“Don't smoke,” Aya growled. “Yes. I do have that feeling. Was it really necessary that you point it out? Fortunately, it distracts me from this damn itch/pain.”

 

“That's still going on?”

 

“Yes. And it's driving me insane. Not to mention it's starting to hurt.”

 

“Okay. You're going to the hospital when this is over with to find out what the hell that is. It isn't normal to itch for so long. You're not breaking out or anything are you?”

 

“No. I checked. It feels like it's coming from inside of me. Like I'm being stabbed with a thousand hot acupuncture needles by someone who hasn't the faintest idea of how to use them.”

 

“Like I said, we're going to have you checked out when this is all over with. I've become quite fond of your skin and I'd prefer not see you scratch it off,” Yohji said smiling.

 

“I'm rather partial to it myself,” Aya said. “Back to the ease of this mission. It may be just because we've never had this kind of back up before.”

 

“We've never really had any kind of back up before,” Yohji pointed out to him.

 

“Point taken. We need to get back downstairs before we're missed.”

 

“You're probably right. Ne, was it really necessary to put the poor bastard's head in his own out box?”

 

“I found it appropriate.”

 

“Koi! You do have a sense of humor! A twisted and evil one but a sense of humor.”