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Aug. 2nd, 2010 09:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaByakuran watched from the second floor of the underground gambling casino. He wasn't himself a gambler, but you would be surprised how many people were willing to give away their money at the prospect of a good game. Not even an honest game, just a good one. Byakuran pressed his fingers against the one sided mirror and watched the crowd below. Through the thin flooring Byakuran could feel the thump of the bass and hear a murmuring whisper of Gamma's deep voice as he crooned out a love song, his hand cupping the microphone like he had so often touched Uni's face.
Uni sat closest to the stage, her hands splayed out on the white table cloth, her face placid and her pupils blown.
Byakuran breathed on the glass and drew a small heart in the condensation. Behind him he heard the quiet click of the door to his office opening and closing.
A shaky exhale and the sound of shoes on fabric, than a panicked inhale.
"Hello, Shou-chan." Byakuran turned away from the club below as panic erupted, gun shots and Sawada Tsunayoshi. Shouichi stood with his back pressed against the door, his hands curled tight.
The black tuxedo looked good on him, the bow tie hung loosely around his neck as well as the top button, obviously undone in his nervousness while he and Sawada climbed to Byakuran's office. Gamma continued to sing and the band continued to play despite the crash of glass and panicked screaming.
"Byakuran-san." Shouichi nervously straightened up and pushed off from the door. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. "Please don't move."
Byakuran crossed his arms over his chest and noted the shaky way Shouichi held the gun, the trembling fingers and the sweat beading above his lip. Shouichi had never liked guns. There was a hardness to his eyes though and while Byakuran watched the gun steadied and Shouichi's shoulders relaxed.
"It'll be a little hard for you to hack my computer while holding me at gunpoint," Byakuran said, breaking the tense silence of the room. There was a roar of flames, that would be the bar. "How will you accomplish your mission?"
Shouichi didn't say that he didn't need to hack the computer. He didn't correct Byakuran's assumptions. He didn't mention the device in his pocket that, as they spoke, was hacking into Byakuran's network and downloading all of his work. Shouichi was a good tactician, no doubt he had factored this all into his plan before he had even stepped foot in the casino.
"Don't move, Byakuran-san."
"Surely you don't expect me to stand here while you rob me, Shou-chan." Byakuran unfolded his arms and took one step forward.
A bullet punctured the glass behind him. Byakuran's smile widened at the sound of the glass breaking into piece after piece after piece.
He'd had it specially ordered and installed last week.
The sound of breaking glass caused Shouichi's attention to waver for a second, the shot across the bow wasn't supposed to do anything more than warn Byakuran, and his eyes widened even further when Byakuran stepped back and followed the glass to the floor. Byakuran unfolded his arms and closed his eyes.
And let Zakuro catch him. Sawada's hands were full with Kikyo, and Byakuran savored the sight of blood running down the brown haired spy's face and Shouichi's concerned eyes when he leaned through the broken window to look down at him.
Then Byakuran was heading out the emergency exit, Zakuro behind him, Bluebell and Daisy falling in as well.
Gamma reached down from the stage and pulled Uni onto it while the fire burned around them.
Uni sat closest to the stage, her hands splayed out on the white table cloth, her face placid and her pupils blown.
Byakuran breathed on the glass and drew a small heart in the condensation. Behind him he heard the quiet click of the door to his office opening and closing.
A shaky exhale and the sound of shoes on fabric, than a panicked inhale.
"Hello, Shou-chan." Byakuran turned away from the club below as panic erupted, gun shots and Sawada Tsunayoshi. Shouichi stood with his back pressed against the door, his hands curled tight.
The black tuxedo looked good on him, the bow tie hung loosely around his neck as well as the top button, obviously undone in his nervousness while he and Sawada climbed to Byakuran's office. Gamma continued to sing and the band continued to play despite the crash of glass and panicked screaming.
"Byakuran-san." Shouichi nervously straightened up and pushed off from the door. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a gun. "Please don't move."
Byakuran crossed his arms over his chest and noted the shaky way Shouichi held the gun, the trembling fingers and the sweat beading above his lip. Shouichi had never liked guns. There was a hardness to his eyes though and while Byakuran watched the gun steadied and Shouichi's shoulders relaxed.
"It'll be a little hard for you to hack my computer while holding me at gunpoint," Byakuran said, breaking the tense silence of the room. There was a roar of flames, that would be the bar. "How will you accomplish your mission?"
Shouichi didn't say that he didn't need to hack the computer. He didn't correct Byakuran's assumptions. He didn't mention the device in his pocket that, as they spoke, was hacking into Byakuran's network and downloading all of his work. Shouichi was a good tactician, no doubt he had factored this all into his plan before he had even stepped foot in the casino.
"Don't move, Byakuran-san."
"Surely you don't expect me to stand here while you rob me, Shou-chan." Byakuran unfolded his arms and took one step forward.
A bullet punctured the glass behind him. Byakuran's smile widened at the sound of the glass breaking into piece after piece after piece.
He'd had it specially ordered and installed last week.
The sound of breaking glass caused Shouichi's attention to waver for a second, the shot across the bow wasn't supposed to do anything more than warn Byakuran, and his eyes widened even further when Byakuran stepped back and followed the glass to the floor. Byakuran unfolded his arms and closed his eyes.
And let Zakuro catch him. Sawada's hands were full with Kikyo, and Byakuran savored the sight of blood running down the brown haired spy's face and Shouichi's concerned eyes when he leaned through the broken window to look down at him.
Then Byakuran was heading out the emergency exit, Zakuro behind him, Bluebell and Daisy falling in as well.
Gamma reached down from the stage and pulled Uni onto it while the fire burned around them.
