Drabble Meme Redux
You all know the drill by now; I will write nearly anything, or try, the big exception being explicit porn. As always I reserve the right to creatively interpret your request, if it would amuse me to do so.
Also note that graduate school will make me slower than normal, this time.
Also note that graduate school will make me slower than normal, this time.
Rescue
As night, fell, they struck.
Ken led the first group, tense and ready for battle, with Natsuo clinging to his shadow and pointing the way. Flanking him, Francescu and Tsuzuki gathered their power as they moved through the darkness. Omi remained behind, putting his tactical and computer skills to best use, with Hisoka to guard him and maintain the wards that kept their purpose hidden.
Nagisa's sanctum loomed before them, an imposing old mansion which seemed long-abandoned at first glance. The iron gate shattered with a pulse of Francescu's telekinesis, and by the time they reached the steel-reinforced main door Omi had accessed and bypassed the lock. The door slid open, and the four invaders swept inside.
The first attack came quickly, a wave of creatures which might once have been children; failed experiments, perhaps, or perhaps successful ones. Ken's claws made short work of them, cutting a path forward and downward in obedience to Natsuo's silent directions. The sorcerers used their power in swift, efficient bursts, obliterating concentrations of the creatures whenever enough of them packed close enough. Soon the remaining few experiments fell back, howling in fear.
Omi's voice crackled over their headsets, calm and abstracted. "There's a stairwell fifty meters ahead of you -- it's got security, but I'm working on it. The labs are that way."
"Right. Thanks, Omittchi." Ken glided forward, eyes alert -- and barely twisted aside as something swept out of the darkness above, smashing into the floor where he had been in a cloud of dust and splinters. Francescu was there instantly, hands blazing with lightning as he interposed himself between the winged beast and his lover; it wailed as it died, a strange parody of a baby's cry.
"Are you all right, Ken?"
The assassin hauled himself to his feet, reflexively glancing to Natsuo, who stood nearby. "Fine. Don't worry so much." A quick smile took the sting from the rebuke, and Francescu smiled in return as they advanced.
The door to the stairwell swung open at their touch, and the stairs beyond were free of interference. More of the once-men awaited them at the bottom, but they were no more than a passing distraction. They were close to their goal; Natsuo was running ahead of them, now, showing signs of anticipation for the first time in months.
They passed a dozen featureless steel doors before discovering the one they wanted; they found Natsuo pounding on it, whispering his partners name, and faint thumps could be heard from within. Francescu gestured and spoke a word, and rust flowed across the metal like water. Within seconds, the door fell to dust, and Natsuo burst through to cling desperately to Youji, waiting on the other side.
The boys were crying as they held each other, whispering half-heard, broken phrases. Ken dropped to one knee and pulled them both into his arms, and for once neither objected. Francescu turned aside, leaving the room to respect the privacy of their reunion.
From the doorway, Tsuzuki glanced to one side, then tensed, drawing a fuda from the pouch at his waist. "We've got trouble! I can hold them off, but there are a lot of them."
Francescu nodded. "I will teleport us out to Omi and Hisoka, before I establish the gate to Swift's world." The shinigami nodded, murmuring under his breath as he prepared a shielding spell, and Francescu touched Ken's shoulder.
"It is time; we must leave before we are overwhelmed."
Ken nodded, leaning into Francescu's hand for a moment, and tugged the boys to their feet. In the hallway beyond another horde of once-men clawed futilely at Tsuzuki's shield as he raked the mob with fire and lightning. Francescu spoke three words, and the world twisted.
With a thunderclap of displaced air, they reappeared on the street across from Nagisa's mansion, to find Hisoka maintaining a shield around himself and Omi. The ground around them was littered with deformed corpses, but they were unharmed.
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