Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Karma Police ❯ A Good Mistake ( Chapter 8 )

Karma Police: Chapter 8: A Good Mistake

::Omi's POV::

I could have sworn that Ken was staring at me earlier. Dismissing it as impossible I quickly turn to focus back on the mission; and when I see our two targets leave the warehous I quickly inform Ken. We head back down to the motorcycle and follow their car away; I take the time to call Aya and Youji, hoping that they're not busy screwing eachother and actually stop to answer the phone.

They do. Or Aya does, that is, and I can hear Youji close in the background. Which means they've probably already had sex. I expected about as much from Youji but I've never quite gotten used to the idea of Aya sleeping with anything. I honestly and truly believed the man was asexual for a really, really long time -- that whenever he felt the need to reproduce, there would just be little Aya-clones everywhere after he copied himself. Anyway. So I told Aya; and slipped on some glasses -- you know, the type with the camera on the bridge of the nose. It'll help me map out or attack on our primary target later.

I love riding with Ken on the motorcycle because it gives me the excuse to do things I'd never have the courage to attempt otherwise: put my arms around him; rest my head against his back as we lean forward, etc. They're dangerous vehicles, and if anyone asks, I'll just admit that I'm afraid of falling off. They'll laugh at little childish Omi and I'll be free to pursue my hobby -- holding onto Ken on the motorcycle, that is. But such bliss is shortlived, as we always eventually arrive at wherever we're going. For example, our target's car slows down in front of a tall office building downtown. We pass the building, speeding right by as they park and get out; but the flyby is enough to tell me that they've got some pretty well-armed security guards by the main entrance. Damn. I don't like killing security guards. They're not evil. They're just guys who needed a job.

We park a few blocks away and Ken and I decide to split up -- I head to the back to try to find another way in and he goes around front. We're not really planning to fight -- tonight's about information retrieval anyway.

::Aya's POV::

"Omi thinks they've found Kreiger's HQ."

I tell Youji, who's reclined sleepily against my chest as I hang up the reciever. He doesn't bother opening his eyes.

"I know. I heard."

Murmurs the blond lazily, and I fondly run my fingers through his hair.

"Go to sleep, Youji."

"Aye, Cap'n."

::Ken's POV::

Four guys with guns at the main entrance and another two past the glass doors, which require a security card of some sort. Omi can hack that, I'm sure. Omi can hack anything.

It's a shame we can't get further in today -- if we attempt a mission here it's going to be tough to find the targets in about twenty floors of skyscraper.

"Hey you!"

Yells one of the guards when I walk by for another time, across the street. Well crap. I don't want to turn things into a confrontation. Better pull a Youji. I stagger over to them, blinking a little, and shoot them what I hope is a good impression of a drunken grin.

"Eh, chaps. D'you think you could gimme dire...*hic*...dire....could ya point me in the dire....could you tell me where the nearest bar is?"

I slur, patting one of them on the back with another grin.

"Dude...is that a real gun?"

I ask. They roll their eyes. Mission accomplished.

"Get out of here before we call the cops."

I blink and stagger backwards, saluting.

"Aye, Cap'n."

Time to go check on Omi. And about that time gunshots ring out.

Oh. Shit.

::Omi's POV::

Ken insisted on taking the front entrance in the hopes that it would be easier for me in the back. He's always done stuff like that. Unfortunately, the back courtyard is sealed up by a pretty tall wire fence, and if I want to see anything I'm going to have to scale it. Don't get me wrong; climbing these things is a piece of cake, I was just hoping for something, well, easier.

I scale the wall and hop over, sneaking towards the back doors. The first two guards don't notice me, and I smile in triumph. No confrontations tonight, baby. Piece of cake. And then I step on a twig.

The two guards closest turn around and I'm hit with the beams of their flashlight.

"Hey kid! What the hell --?"

I hold back my rage. I'm NOT a FUCKING KID!

The other one yells intruder, and pretty soon I've got four of the jerks trying to corner me. Well I'm not about to let that happen; Kreiger's not going to capture Kritiker's Persia. So I do the most logical thing that comes to mind -- take off running, and that's when they shoot.

You learn after a while that it's best to run in random patterns rather than a straight line when people are shooting at you; so none of their shots do major damage -- I think one clipped my leg as I ran but that was about it. And here comes Ken, leaping over the fence. Crap. As he flies over he lands on the nearest guard and throws one of his gloves, claws extended at the other guy approaching, retrieving it from the body. I'm so busy watching him that I haven't paid attention to the other two -- and another shot goes off.

"OMI!"

Ken yells, and he dives in my path.

No.

This is not supposed to be happening.

No. Ken. No.

Before I know what I've done two darts have downed the remaining guards although I can tell that the guys from the front are on their way, judging by the yells and footsteps I hear. Ken rolls over; his shoulder's bleeding pretty badly. I help him over the fence and we take off down the street.

I don't even realize I'm crying until a few blocks later.

::Ken's POV::

Getting shot in the shoulder fucking hurts.

Not that I'm complaining -- as long as Omi's alive I'd take many more shots to the shoulder just to make sure he's not hurt. He's going to be pissed. He probably won't understand why I did it.

Controlling the motorcycle is a lot harder when one of your arms is pretty much out of commission with pain, so when we got to the Koneko, I parked it sloppily and then fell off.

Through a daze of pain (I had made the wise decision to fall on said injured shoulder) I heard Omi's cry of alarm. And then I passed out.

::Aya's POV::

My lazy bum of a lover fell asleep, and I left him in bed when I heard Ken pull up, planning on meeting them downstairs. What I didn't expect was Omi's frantic knocking and yelling through the door. When I opened it; I was even more surprised -- Ken'd been shot and Omi was doing his best to carry him. I moved out of the way to let Omi by, and held out my hands to take Ken from him, but blue eyes narrowed in determination.

"No. It's my fault he got shot and I'll take care of him."

"Hn."

Omi can be really scary sometimes.

I settled on the couch and watched the chibi struggle up the stairs under Ken's weight -- funny, if there's one thing I never thought I'd see, it'd be Omi, carrying Ken up the stairs. Apparently the noise woke up the sleeping dead, and by that, I mean Youji, because he came down next, in his boxers and my t-shirt, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"What happened?"

He asked.

"Ken got shot."

I replied simply. Was he stupid? I thought it was pretty obvious. Youji shot me something of an amused glance, and I was baffled. What was funny about that? He leaned in for a quick kiss before heading up the stairs. My turn to ask questions.

"Where are you going?"

He glanced over his shoulder and shrugged, face a blank imitation of my own.

"Hn."

Replied the blond. I think he was trying to imply that I don't talk much.

::Youji's POV::

Well, Ran's great at picking up on the obvious, but when it comes to people's feelings, he's about as intuitive as a rock. Which leaves me to check up on Omi's mental and Ken's physical health. So I did, of course, trudging back up the stairs.

When I got to Ken's room the door was open; Omi bandaging the brunette's wound. Ken's eyes flickered but did not open and I watched in silence for a moment as Omi dressed the gunshot with extra care.

"How come you never told him?"

I asked calmly, smiling when Omi jumped at the unexpected sound of my voice.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Youji-kun." Omi said, and although the kid tried to hide it, I could tell he'd been crying and was nervous.

"Oh come off it, man."

I said lazily, trying to get him to relax.

"Everyone under the sun except for you and that baka there knows that you like Ken and Ken likes you."

He blinks.

"I don't think it works that way, Youji-kun. Ken would never like me back."

A tired voice comes up from the bed; apparently Ken's decided to open his eyes and let the boy know he's actually awake.

"No Omi...it does work that way."

Ah. Kudoh's work here is done. Time to go work on my iceberg..

::Ken's POV::

I was glad when Youji left us in privacy, taking a steadying breath.

"It works that way."

I reassured Omi, reaching out for his hand with my good one.

"I was just always afraid to tell you."

He launched himself at me and I refrained from grimacing in pain.

"Ken.."

"Yes, Omi?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Omi... but can I ask you a big favor?"

Those big blue eyes met mine and I shot him a little smile.

"Please get off of my shoulder."

The flurry of apologies that came afterward made me smile. Some things never change.

Hm... approaching the end.. about three chapters left I think. ^_^ -glaube