Fic: The Cursed Sword - Chapter 1
My first multi-part fic! I don't know if there will be people interested, but I'll post anyway... who knows?
I don't know if I can call this a crossover because although Wolverine of the X-Men shows up my focus is more on Get Backers. Well, here it goes:
Title: The Cursed Sword
Genre: Adventure
Word count: 542
Fandom: Get Backers/X-Men
Pairing: Ban/Ginji
Rating: PG-13 or T
Warnings: violence, blood, cursing, mild shonen ai.
CHAPTER ONE
“Now, by your right hand, before the end of this cursed fate, I shall be the one to embody Asclepius as he descends from the high heavens. Now, I shall state my request: attack with your fangs of venom!"
The right hand, guided by the cursed serpent, flew to the enemy's throat, ready to crush it with fury.
The katana shone against the dark sky for a brief moment and then descended with incredible speed, once, twice, three times. For a split second the signature on the slim blade was clearly visible: Muramasa - one of the best sword smiths of Japan. What a fancy way to die.
For a moment there was stunned, horrified silence. Suddenly there was blood, hot, sticky blood on his face, on his shirt, everywhere. Then, agonizing pain - in his whole body, but worst of all, in the deepest recesses of his soul. Ban opened his mouth to scream but only a whisper came from his lips.
“Gin... ji...”
He knew that all that blood was not of the enemy. It was his and Ginji's.
“...sor... ry...”
This time he couldn't save his best friend. He couldn't even save himself.
Asclepius was dead.
* * *
“...chan?”
Blue eyes cracked open and glared at brown ones.
“What?”
“I was asking if there was something wrong, Ban-chan.” Ginji was almost crawling on his friend's lap in his eagerness to show how worried he was. “You were completely still and with your eyes closed for half an hour!”
They were in the Ladybug, parked in front of the Honky Tonk. Since Paul had told them not to get in until their tab was paid, they were waiting outside for Hevn to come with their client.
Ban snorted.
“Pheh, it was only for some minutes, idiot. I was thinking.”
“About what?”
Another snort, this time a little annoyed, and Ban picked a cigarette from the pack in his pocket.
“About what?” Ginji insisted.
“Our client.” he lied. Well, not a complete lie since it seemed that their next job was somehow related to the dream he had the night before. Ban usually avoided talking about the gory visions that sometimes pestered him in his sleep - unlike the old hag, he had very few and most of them never came true anyway. This last one had been a little more worrying than usual, though, and when Hevn called that morning talking about a job involving a katana, he felt the hairs at the back of his neck standing on end.
The future is never definite.
He had said that to Computer Boy once, and he believed in it with all his heart... so why was he disturbed by a dream that was more likely to be the result of an upset stomach rather than a vision of what was to come?
It's different when it involves Ginji. Or me, being defeated while embodying Asclepius.
“Hey, there comes Hevn-san!” Ginji jumped out of the car and waved enthusiastically. Hevn responded with a smile. The man walking beside her ignored the greeting. He just stared at the Get Backers with sharp, scathing eyes for a brief moment and then turned his attention to the negotiator as she guided him to the Honky Tonk.