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In actuality, the predicament couldn't have been a bigger lie. Boss Deep and Yousei had been outnumbered in the beginning of the situation; had they tried to fight back, it could have accelerated to a worse condition. Then again, being tied up, thrown into a corner and doused with gasoline couldn't call anything that wasn't worrying. The closest of the eight men was playing with a lighter, with the next closest man checking to see if the video camera was working. The second man was mocking the two, because obviously, of course the device was functioning well enough. It was just wasting time, to try to see if any of them would crack or "make a great face for the film".
Yousei was too pissed off to let everything sink in. He had been with Deep just to see how things had been going, if they could exchange information that perhaps the other hadn't received, and then "this group of fucking bastards" had strolled along as if they were a unit not to be trifled with. His mouth was stuck into a sneer and twitched several times as if it was getting ready to bite someone's fingers off. If he could only learn forward, it would have.
Deep was just as angry, if not even more immense about it. Whereas Yousei's fury was palpable, the Paki/Arab's was twice as dangerous because it couldn't be detected; the way his lips pulled back showed everyone a smile. It was only a shame that his mood was underestimated.
(Not long ago, a murder attempt had been taken upon him and the bullet had struck him in the head, though it bounced off his skull. Because of the brutality this new group of men had brought upon him, Deep's wound had reopened and was bleeding right down to his neck, staining his collar and mixing with the flammable liquid to make a strange smell.)
The guy with the lighter was the most bastardized piece of shit out of the whole lot. After Yousei and Deep had their hands tied behind their backs, he had forced all of their rings off, and was now looking fondly at Yousei's two. "This confirms who you are, doesn't it?" Lighter Bastard grinned at him. "I'm almost surprised that you let go of these so quickly. Has your love for your partner diminished?"
"No," Yousei spoke through his teeth.
"Oh? How interesting. Does that mean you intend on wearing these again? It's better for you not to hope so." Lighter Bastard held the rings up and placed them in his mouth. He flicked his tongue towards the back and swallowed, keeping his mouth open the whole time for Yousei to see. Then he smiled, "How does that feel?"
Yousei couldn't offer any response other than to start quaking. Whether it was out of anxiety or fright or anger wasn't clear, but nonetheless, he had his eyes locked on Lighter Bastard's throat. If looks could have killed, the man's head would have viciously burst off his neck and a blood geyser would have showered everything. Unfortunately, "if" had no reality to it.
Lighter Bastard sent a toothy smile Deep's way. "And how about you?" He swallowed his rings as well, all three, one by one. Disappointment swept over him as Deep's smile refused to budge, but he kept on his face on. "So, burn now or later?"
"Burn me now! Burn me now," Yousei snarled, a low growl rising up from his throat. "Set me on fire. Do it. Just fucking do it."
"Oh, that's a pity." Lighter Bastard let out a mock-wistful sigh. "You're a little too spunky. Though I suppose you do have something to compensate for," He moved his foot to place it underneath Yousei's chin, tilting his head up. "You have a very nice mouth."
The Japanese man scowled heavily and turned his head away. "If you put anything near me, you're going to pull back a stub."
"In theory, that would be correct unless I knock all of your teeth out." Lighter Bastard grinned again and was just about to work up the lighter till he dropped it, due to a gunshot and the man next to him dropping like the sack of bones he was.
Nan Yi discharged his weapon again, his grip struggling just a little bit with the heavy trigger pull. He knocked someone else down with the second shot and the other men immediately withdrew their own firearms, readying themselves to fight back. Camera Bastard, out of some poor judgment and strange amusement, filmed instead. He managed to capture footage of Nan Yi receiving shoulder and leg injuries, two small temporary jets of blood visible as he taped.
Now came the truth of the predicament: Deep was an escape artist. The next few moments were a whirl to everyone, starting with Deep suddenly on his feet and ending with everyone having their weapons drawn out and firing at each other. It was all close range, perhaps a little too close. A few bullets ricocheted off surfaces and hit skin--Yousei was struck in the bicep by a bouncing bullet and the tip of Deep's ear tore off from another. Camera Bastard, after realizing that the bound individuals were no longer vulnerable, tried to make a break for it but a missed shot hit his thigh instead and he fell.
Lighter Bastard turned his aim towards Yousei to try to get rid of him first, knowing very well that Yousei had his intentions set after the ring 'incident'. Nan Yi lunged forward and took Lighter Bastard to the ground instead, straddling over his midsection and wrestling the gun of his hands. Then he boxed Lighter Bastard's face for a while, the pent-up rage finally seething through as the quick punches began to land hard on a nose, a jaw, an exposed neck.
Sometime during this, Deep was shot somewhere in the torso. A part of his mind reminded him, "if you get hit in the chest you're more likely to die," but his adrenaline forced him to ignore it. He shot back and hit one of the men in the cheek, and shot two more times into his forehead. Deep turned quickly and aimed at someone else who had his gun pointed towards Yousei, shooting him in the groin.
Yousei thus far had not taken any direct hits and was doing the best out of all the contenders. He had shot the last two men in their Adam's apples, one of the tracheae making a dull crunching sound as it was hit.
Boss Deep adjusted his gun to uncock it, sliding it back into his coat and taking out one of his fillet knives. It meant someone was going to get skinned.
Yousei went over to where Nan Yi was and watched the smaller man take Lighter Bastard's ear to twist it completely off. Lighter Bastard had a suppressed stunned reaction.
Deep went over to the man he had shot in the groin and put the knife at his neck, pushing it slowly onto the skin until it penetrated through and slipped into the larynx. Smiling, he retracted the knife and plunged it this time into the carotid artery, withdrawing it quickly to catch a squirt of blood into his mouth. He'd even flicked his tongue out to catch some extra drops.
Yousei growled down at Lighter Bastard, "What was that about knocking my teeth out? I should reciprocate the idea: cut your tongue off and force you to give me a fucking blowjob. What the fuck were you thinking, by the way, in an alley? So we could be found? It's the consequence of doing this sort of shit in a public place and talking too much." He dropped down to his knees and, without even getting rid of the clothing barrier, began to dig his nails into Lighter Bastard's chest while Nan Yi stomped and stood on the guy's wrists. It was gross, but Yousei was determined to get those rings back.
The small-time Boss saunted over to Camera Bastard, still smiling. "Why hello!" He knelt down beside him and picked the camera up, "This is handy. I will be back for you later." Deep then went to join the other two, resuming and focusing the video on Yousei's fingers clawing at the inside of Lighter Bastard's organs.
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Deep was kneeling down on Lighter Bastard's wrists now, even though they had been broken with credit due to Nan Yi. He sawed the skin of the man's cheek almost gently, then inserted the knife to peel the covering from the meat underneath. There was a lot for him to savor; the way he handled the situation was like watching an artist progress with a portrait. It was careful and slow but didn't waste time, but after getting halfway through, Deep grinned and pulled the skin to rip the rest of his face off. Yousei was the one taping this time. Nan Yi used the remainder of the available gasoline to set the others on fire, including Camera Bastard, who was still alive.
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"What the fuck were you even doing in there?" Yousei pushed his hair back from his face, the gas mixture keeping it slicked back. "Not that I'm ungrateful, but fuck."
"Where is Nadir?" Deep leaned forward in his seat, staring hard at the back of Nan Yi's head as he began to drive. "Where did you leave him?"
"He's with John." Nan Yi ground his teeth together almost irritatedly. "I would never leave Nadir anywhere. I was in the area because I had to pick this up." He held up the Makarov he used earlier.
"Are you crazy? Are you fucking crazy? Nan, you got out of the business. You fucking ran out of it and we helped you stay out of it, why'd you get back in?" Yousei placed his messy fingers on the back of the driver's seat.
"I can't hide anymore, Yu. Ever since I got out there's been a bounty on me from both police and the underground. No point in keeping myself hidden."
"But all this shit going on now! This isn't going to help."
"Maybe not, but I want to. Everyone's still missing, that includes both your partner and mine. I don't want to sit back and have something happen to them and all I did was stay at home because people told me not to get involved. It's been weeks. Even if no one wants me to partake in any operation, at least I was available and not..at goddamn home!"
Yousei fell back in slight shock of Nan Yi yelling. He looked at Deep, who raised his brows and said nothing. Yousei sighed.
"...Khan is dead." Nan Yi shook his head as he made a turn. "I attended his funeral this afternoon. His wife is absolutely sick. Deep, I know you have a twin sister, but you're not identical. Do either of you know how it feels to watch a man with the same face and same parents get buried? Now I've got no other family left. Is it unusual that I'm desperate to hold onto the closest thing I have?"
Deep and Yousei dipped into utter silence.
"We're going to your place, Deep. Get some new digs and lend some things out to Yousei. Take showers. Yousei, you need to patch us up afterwards so that we can burn these clothes and this car."
the other two nodded slowly in complete understanding.
Yousei was too pissed off to let everything sink in. He had been with Deep just to see how things had been going, if they could exchange information that perhaps the other hadn't received, and then "this group of fucking bastards" had strolled along as if they were a unit not to be trifled with. His mouth was stuck into a sneer and twitched several times as if it was getting ready to bite someone's fingers off. If he could only learn forward, it would have.
Deep was just as angry, if not even more immense about it. Whereas Yousei's fury was palpable, the Paki/Arab's was twice as dangerous because it couldn't be detected; the way his lips pulled back showed everyone a smile. It was only a shame that his mood was underestimated.
(Not long ago, a murder attempt had been taken upon him and the bullet had struck him in the head, though it bounced off his skull. Because of the brutality this new group of men had brought upon him, Deep's wound had reopened and was bleeding right down to his neck, staining his collar and mixing with the flammable liquid to make a strange smell.)
The guy with the lighter was the most bastardized piece of shit out of the whole lot. After Yousei and Deep had their hands tied behind their backs, he had forced all of their rings off, and was now looking fondly at Yousei's two. "This confirms who you are, doesn't it?" Lighter Bastard grinned at him. "I'm almost surprised that you let go of these so quickly. Has your love for your partner diminished?"
"No," Yousei spoke through his teeth.
"Oh? How interesting. Does that mean you intend on wearing these again? It's better for you not to hope so." Lighter Bastard held the rings up and placed them in his mouth. He flicked his tongue towards the back and swallowed, keeping his mouth open the whole time for Yousei to see. Then he smiled, "How does that feel?"
Yousei couldn't offer any response other than to start quaking. Whether it was out of anxiety or fright or anger wasn't clear, but nonetheless, he had his eyes locked on Lighter Bastard's throat. If looks could have killed, the man's head would have viciously burst off his neck and a blood geyser would have showered everything. Unfortunately, "if" had no reality to it.
Lighter Bastard sent a toothy smile Deep's way. "And how about you?" He swallowed his rings as well, all three, one by one. Disappointment swept over him as Deep's smile refused to budge, but he kept on his face on. "So, burn now or later?"
"Burn me now! Burn me now," Yousei snarled, a low growl rising up from his throat. "Set me on fire. Do it. Just fucking do it."
"Oh, that's a pity." Lighter Bastard let out a mock-wistful sigh. "You're a little too spunky. Though I suppose you do have something to compensate for," He moved his foot to place it underneath Yousei's chin, tilting his head up. "You have a very nice mouth."
The Japanese man scowled heavily and turned his head away. "If you put anything near me, you're going to pull back a stub."
"In theory, that would be correct unless I knock all of your teeth out." Lighter Bastard grinned again and was just about to work up the lighter till he dropped it, due to a gunshot and the man next to him dropping like the sack of bones he was.
Nan Yi discharged his weapon again, his grip struggling just a little bit with the heavy trigger pull. He knocked someone else down with the second shot and the other men immediately withdrew their own firearms, readying themselves to fight back. Camera Bastard, out of some poor judgment and strange amusement, filmed instead. He managed to capture footage of Nan Yi receiving shoulder and leg injuries, two small temporary jets of blood visible as he taped.
Now came the truth of the predicament: Deep was an escape artist. The next few moments were a whirl to everyone, starting with Deep suddenly on his feet and ending with everyone having their weapons drawn out and firing at each other. It was all close range, perhaps a little too close. A few bullets ricocheted off surfaces and hit skin--Yousei was struck in the bicep by a bouncing bullet and the tip of Deep's ear tore off from another. Camera Bastard, after realizing that the bound individuals were no longer vulnerable, tried to make a break for it but a missed shot hit his thigh instead and he fell.
Lighter Bastard turned his aim towards Yousei to try to get rid of him first, knowing very well that Yousei had his intentions set after the ring 'incident'. Nan Yi lunged forward and took Lighter Bastard to the ground instead, straddling over his midsection and wrestling the gun of his hands. Then he boxed Lighter Bastard's face for a while, the pent-up rage finally seething through as the quick punches began to land hard on a nose, a jaw, an exposed neck.
Sometime during this, Deep was shot somewhere in the torso. A part of his mind reminded him, "if you get hit in the chest you're more likely to die," but his adrenaline forced him to ignore it. He shot back and hit one of the men in the cheek, and shot two more times into his forehead. Deep turned quickly and aimed at someone else who had his gun pointed towards Yousei, shooting him in the groin.
Yousei thus far had not taken any direct hits and was doing the best out of all the contenders. He had shot the last two men in their Adam's apples, one of the tracheae making a dull crunching sound as it was hit.
Boss Deep adjusted his gun to uncock it, sliding it back into his coat and taking out one of his fillet knives. It meant someone was going to get skinned.
Yousei went over to where Nan Yi was and watched the smaller man take Lighter Bastard's ear to twist it completely off. Lighter Bastard had a suppressed stunned reaction.
Deep went over to the man he had shot in the groin and put the knife at his neck, pushing it slowly onto the skin until it penetrated through and slipped into the larynx. Smiling, he retracted the knife and plunged it this time into the carotid artery, withdrawing it quickly to catch a squirt of blood into his mouth. He'd even flicked his tongue out to catch some extra drops.
Yousei growled down at Lighter Bastard, "What was that about knocking my teeth out? I should reciprocate the idea: cut your tongue off and force you to give me a fucking blowjob. What the fuck were you thinking, by the way, in an alley? So we could be found? It's the consequence of doing this sort of shit in a public place and talking too much." He dropped down to his knees and, without even getting rid of the clothing barrier, began to dig his nails into Lighter Bastard's chest while Nan Yi stomped and stood on the guy's wrists. It was gross, but Yousei was determined to get those rings back.
The small-time Boss saunted over to Camera Bastard, still smiling. "Why hello!" He knelt down beside him and picked the camera up, "This is handy. I will be back for you later." Deep then went to join the other two, resuming and focusing the video on Yousei's fingers clawing at the inside of Lighter Bastard's organs.
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Deep was kneeling down on Lighter Bastard's wrists now, even though they had been broken with credit due to Nan Yi. He sawed the skin of the man's cheek almost gently, then inserted the knife to peel the covering from the meat underneath. There was a lot for him to savor; the way he handled the situation was like watching an artist progress with a portrait. It was careful and slow but didn't waste time, but after getting halfway through, Deep grinned and pulled the skin to rip the rest of his face off. Yousei was the one taping this time. Nan Yi used the remainder of the available gasoline to set the others on fire, including Camera Bastard, who was still alive.
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"What the fuck were you even doing in there?" Yousei pushed his hair back from his face, the gas mixture keeping it slicked back. "Not that I'm ungrateful, but fuck."
"Where is Nadir?" Deep leaned forward in his seat, staring hard at the back of Nan Yi's head as he began to drive. "Where did you leave him?"
"He's with John." Nan Yi ground his teeth together almost irritatedly. "I would never leave Nadir anywhere. I was in the area because I had to pick this up." He held up the Makarov he used earlier.
"Are you crazy? Are you fucking crazy? Nan, you got out of the business. You fucking ran out of it and we helped you stay out of it, why'd you get back in?" Yousei placed his messy fingers on the back of the driver's seat.
"I can't hide anymore, Yu. Ever since I got out there's been a bounty on me from both police and the underground. No point in keeping myself hidden."
"But all this shit going on now! This isn't going to help."
"Maybe not, but I want to. Everyone's still missing, that includes both your partner and mine. I don't want to sit back and have something happen to them and all I did was stay at home because people told me not to get involved. It's been weeks. Even if no one wants me to partake in any operation, at least I was available and not..at goddamn home!"
Yousei fell back in slight shock of Nan Yi yelling. He looked at Deep, who raised his brows and said nothing. Yousei sighed.
"...Khan is dead." Nan Yi shook his head as he made a turn. "I attended his funeral this afternoon. His wife is absolutely sick. Deep, I know you have a twin sister, but you're not identical. Do either of you know how it feels to watch a man with the same face and same parents get buried? Now I've got no other family left. Is it unusual that I'm desperate to hold onto the closest thing I have?"
Deep and Yousei dipped into utter silence.
"We're going to your place, Deep. Get some new digs and lend some things out to Yousei. Take showers. Yousei, you need to patch us up afterwards so that we can burn these clothes and this car."
the other two nodded slowly in complete understanding.