Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Karma Police ❯ This is What You Get... ( Chapter 9 )

Karma Police: Chapter 9: This is What You Get...

::Youji's POV::

We spent the rest of the week letting Ken's shoulder get better and planning for our mission. You would think this would've been tricky, but surprisngly enough, it wasn't. God bless the media -- I'd been busy making out on the couch with Ran when the news came on, a pretty young lady in a suit announcing that Kreiger Corporation's CEO and Chairman had decided, in light of the recent attack on their HQ to retire to an undisclosed location.

Although I didn't realize it at the time, far too disappointed in the fact that Ran had abruptly stopped skimming his hands along my abdomen and trying to figure out what I had for lunch, this was good news -- it took a quick hack on Omi's part to narrow the "undisclosed location" down to the rest of Kreiger's holdings -- an apartment complex in Kyoto, which was a no, being public and generally unguardable; a hospital, for the same reasons, and ... what do you know... a warehouse.

Evil is entirely too predictable sometimes. So we were to go to the warehouse that evening, eliminate the guards, and destroy their stock of Lethe. Even better was the way Momo's worked instead of any of us in the shop.

The nice thing about planning weeks is that I'd gotten to spend an awful lot of time in Ran's room. Of course, I still think my sheets are more comfortable. But he insists he hates the mess.

Harsh words, said in an affectionate tone; that's my Ran.

::Omi's POV::

I woke up the morning of the mission deliciously sore in all the right places to the sound of Ken's soft, but unmistakable snoring. Youji teased me a few days after our last mission at breakfast about how I had started to sit like Aya-kun, earning him a sharp kick in the shin from Ken across the table and a sarcastic remark from our stony redhead about how Youji should probably shut up if he wanted to be able to sit at all. Youji'd winked at him and said, with that stupid grin of his, that he wouldn't mind. Even now I giggle at the memory.

Next to me, Ken shifts in his sleep, unconsciously drawing me closer, and I found myself pulled next to that smooth, tan chest. I admit; it's a temptation too hard to resist, and I ran my fingers over his skin, pressing a light kiss to Ken's collarbone. The mark from the bullet is still there, but it was a clean wound, healing quickly. Ken would be good to go by nightfall.

::Ran's POV::

Evening, and after dinner Youji waltzed upstairs and shut himself in the bathroom. For most people a shower is just that, a shower, for Youji, the damn things take at least an hour. By the time he gets out of there, either A) there won't be any hot water left for me, or B) there won't be any time for me to take a shower. This is completely unacceptable, and after twenty minutes of pounding on the door I returned to my room, calmly selecting my mission clothes, and helped myself into the bathroom, quietly undressing and folding both sets of clothes -- dirty and clean -- into neat little stacks on the counter. I can see his figure through the shower curtain, and he's singing, much to my amusement.

Karma police, arrest this man..

It's English, but I can understand some of it. The song is forgotten, however, when I step into the shower and meet his questioning look with a shrug.

"You take too long."

I murmur flatly, and Youji laughs. Once again I find myself wondering what is funny before he captures my lips in a searing kiss, and allows me to manuever him back against the shower wall.

I forgot to mention theory C) that if I joined him in the shower there was the possibility of some mind-blowing pre-mission sex. Possibility C, of course, had no bearing on my actions -- I'm far too rational to allow such things to taint my thinking.

Right.

::Youji's POV::

Ken and Omi both stared when Ran and I calmly stepped out of the bathroom into the hallway in full mission gear like absolutely nothing had gone wrong. Ran, in his 'mission-mode' shot them one of those trademarked death glares.

"What?!" He barked, and Ken snorted, holding back a laugh and trying to be serious.

"Nothing." Replied the brunette, scrambling downstairs with Omi. I headed down in front of Ran, but for a moment, I could've sworn I saw him smile.

Simple enough mission, really; the four of us riding over there, parking the car a block away, kill the targets and blow shit up.

The warehouse complex consisted of four buildings, each of which we were supposed to handle -- assassination, wiring, explosion. If we came upon any building loaded with guards the plan was to call for help and take it out first.

Easy enough. When I slipped into my building the others didn't seem to be having any trouble; just one or two guards to be eliminated while they wired the Lethe to explode, setting them to the all-so-crucial hour of midnight.

My warehouse was empty. Bad sign.

"Guys.."

I started to murmur into the Comm, before I felt the cold metal of a gun pressed to my cheek.

"Stop right there." Insisted a female voice, and when I glanced up to look at her, I recognized the Chairman of Kreiger from TV.

"Ah, Mitsume-chan; we have company. As I expected." Well, fuck. "Bring him in." Said some man, whose voice sounded vaguely familiar.

"Sir..I don't think that's wise."

"I said to bring him in." Hissed the man, and I was shoved into the main room of the warehouse, blinking under the lights, face to face with Asuka...Midori's father.

"How poetic. My bastard son-in-law comes with his white knights to kill me." Sneers bastard, raising his own gun. A shot is fired.

Behind me, Mitsume falls to the ground. The shot's fatal, and Yuki Azuma sneers at her. "Sorry, babe, you were an okay fuck but you don't figure into my plans anymore."

The gun points at me now, and several guards step out of the shadows.

"You'll be coming with me, Shiro Ran. Or should I say Kudoh Youji?"

I hit the transmit button on my watch for our communicators.

"If you want my family name, you'd better say Balinese."

I say, shooting my would-be-murderer a grin. He wasn't amused; and gun's handle crashed into my head, leaving everything in blackness.

::Aya's POV::

"If you want my family name, you should say Balinese." I hear, crisply over the communicator, as I finished wiring the Lethe.

Followed by something of a sick thud and a dark chuckle.

"Balinese?" Omi's concerned voice rings over the Communicator, with no reply. But I'm already on my feet, darting out into the alley just in time to watch some fat guy in a suit haul my lover into a truck with four or so guards.

Shit. Are those machine guns?

I dove out of the way, rolling behind some trashcans as they all got in, but quickly got to my feet, ignoring the yells of Omi and Ken as they appeared from their respective buildings -- chasing after the damned truck on foot.

"YOUJI!!!!"

Some poor biker came by on his motorcycle, and before I knew what I was doing, I'd knocked him down and raced off after them.

Fucking bastards would pay for taking Youji again.

Omi and Ken tried to get my attention on the communicator; a distraction, pleading with me to take my time and come up with a plan to get Youji back. With a snarl I ripped the earpiece out and tossed in on the street.

I had a plan already: kill everything that wasn't Youji.

::Omi's POV::

Ken looked absolutely and totally discouraged as he stared at Aya's disappearing form, while I apologized to the biker who sat there cussing at both of us. Finally I had to slap the poor guy.

"Listen, man. This whole place is going to explode in about 10 minutes. So if you don't get the hell out of here you're going to be paint on the wall, understand?"

He never noticed the prick of the dart on his arm. Witnesses, unfortunately, are unacceptable.

Ken stared down at me, and I shot him a grin.

"Don't worry. I always have everyone bugged for missions. Think you can hotwire Aya's Porsche?"

He returned the grin, reaching over to mess up my hair fondly as I scowled at him.

"Fuck yeah. Let's get going."

I :heart: my lovely reviewers for putting up with my writing in this fic...I try to write too rapidly, I guess, because I'm reading back over stuff and the tense still irritates me. Honestly, I think Chemicals Between Us is better and it's not as popular. But thanks for sticking around ^_^ One, maybe two chapters to the finish line, and then I'm going to write a one-shot prequel companion. The title of this chapter will make sense when combined with the next chapter (which has the rest of the phrase.) Hit that button. You know you want to. - glaube