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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[killerbalinese.livejournal.com]

Youji waved him off. Aya could want whatever the fucking hell he wanted. Sometimes he was stoic and emotionless, othertimes he was as chatty as a girl. Youji hated both versions. Well, hate was a very strict word. He didn't particularly hate his new, rash teammate, he just didn't think he belongs.

Having done research on Aya, despite his files being closed, Omi uncovered that Aya had done this before. Well. Mostly. Crashers. The Demolition guys.

Youji'd never met anyone from there, but he knew that they were bad news. And he knew that something had to have happened for Aya to not only become freelance, but to agree to join Weiss.

The Investigator in Kudou demanded information even after he told himself not to care.

"Also on you," he groaned, pushing himself up with dead legs.

[epitaphassassin.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you should sit down?" he suggested dryly, still leaning against the wall. All his muscles were protesting any movement at all. He closed his eyes again, and took a deep breath.

He hadn't been in this much physical pain in a long time. What Weiss had done to him hurt, but it was nothing in comparison to how he felt now.

"At least until Ken comes to pick us up.."

[killerbalinese.livejournal.com]

Youji almost told the younger man off, but it was a good idea. Even if it meant sitting in an alley like this. Still, Youji was much too proud. He looked at his watch for the time and groaned. "No, ten minutes. He'll be here in ten minutes. And he'd better have the van and not the damned bike."

True to Youji's word, Ken pulled up and headed through the gap between the front seats to open the handleless van door for them. "In you...woah."

Youji waved him off, and Ken floored it, stopping several places first to detract from would be followers. In the back of the Van, Youji shrugged off his coat and looked at the gash in his side. "Dammit."

[epitaphassassin.livejournal.com]

"Shit," Aya muttered, shrugging off his own leather coat to reveal the sleeveless turtleneck and leather pants. For whatever reason the Japanese man really loved clingy clothes; he claimed it was all practicality with nothing to grab onto.

"Let me take a look at that," he volunteered, keeping his voice flat. He had his fair share of bruises and cuts, probably a cracked rib or two, but he was good at internalizing and pretending he didn't hurt.

He leaned forward on his knees without waiting for permission and examined Youji's side, hair obscuring his face as he chewed on the inside of his mouth, assessing the damage.

[killerbalinese.livejournal.com]

Youji wasn't going to argue. Ken usually patched him up, but given the way that he was driving and how red Youji's fingers had come away, it was better to get him sewn up sooner rather than later.

He pulled down a med kit and shoved it over. He'd handled his own stitches once or twice, he could manage with an amateur doing it if need be.

"You two all right back there?"

"Just sitting down to a sewing bee."

"Fuck."

Youji laughed and Ken did too. Their way was easy. Aya would have to adapt. Eventually.