Recon Afterman

[balinesian]

Dragging Aya as far as he could, the blond dropped the redhead off if his back and sat beside him against the wall in an alley that smelled like alcohol and urine.  He closed his eyes and shoved his glasses up and over his face to rest in his hair.  Shakey hands pulled off his gloves and he sorted through a pocket for his smokes and then his zippo.  Thank God for nicotine.

Aya had gotten the brunt of the pummeling but they had both been wounded.  Youji was just the hardier of the two.  He supposed, absently, that it came from being shot with a full clip in the chest a few years back.  Good old Kritiker.  They'd rebuilt him pretty solid.  Hardly a scar on his chest.  He was grateful for that.

Youji pulled one knee towards his chest and exhaled a smoke ring.  "Still breathin' over there, kid?"

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[epitaphassassin.livejournal.com]

Aya listened, but it didn't much matter to him what Ken did before working for Kritiker. They all had their own baggage, and he suspected even Youji with all his openness was hiding a great deal of himself from his team mates.

They wouldn't be here if their lives had been simple.

"All done," he said quietly, snipping the thread with a pair of scissors and pulling back. He probably needed stitching as well, based on the pain in his lower back, but he was stubborn enough to wait until they arrived back at the house.

[killerbalinese.livejournal.com]

Youji pulled down his half shirt and sat up without checking it He didn't bother with a bandage, he just shrugged on his coat and leaned down against the wall. "Hey, Hidaka, a little quicker will yah? Post mission and I'm behind on the drinking."

"Yes, yes," Ken sighed, pulling the car around to head back home. "Blood loss and you're in the need to get drunk. Smart, Youji."

Youji just laughed. "Shut it."

[epitaphassassin.livejournal.com]

"You always this excited after you almost die?" he asked dryly as the van slowed in front of the flower shop. He stood up, wincing as he felt the gash on his back pull again. He probably should have asked for help, but it sounded like Kudou was planning on getting smashed as soon as they got inside.

He opened the door and hopped out, nodding his thanks to Ken, who saluted him with a wry grin.