Fic: The Cursed Sword - Chapter Two
Okay, chapter two now... Nothing really special, just trying to prepare things so that chapter three won't have any plot holes... hope you like it:
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 TWO
“So your katana was stolen and you want us to retrieve it.” Ban took a sip of his coffee, eyes glinting suspiciously. “Why didn't you leave it to the police?”
The client - whom Hevn had presented as Ryoma Yagumo - placed a photo on the table.
“I do not believe the police will be able to act in this case, considering the person who committed this crime.”
The two Get Backers looked at the photo. There wasn't much to see - a man with dark brown hair, wearing jeans and a leather jacket, most of his face concealed by large sunglasses.
“It seems that he's not Japanese.” said Ginji.
Yagumo nodded.
“The name is Logan - I don't know if it's his first or last name. He's Canadian but lived for some time in the US and in Japan. Rumor has it that he is involved with the Yakuza.”
“Looks pretty fishy.” Ban smirked as he noticed the slight hint of annoyance in the client's somber face. The rude comment had been on purpose - he definitely didn't like Yagumo from the moment he'd laid his eyes on him. The impeccable black suit, the short hair neatly combed, the disgusted expression with which he eyed Ginji's blond hair all but screamed “snobbish traditionalist” to him. The likes of Ryoma Yagumo were the ones who looked down at him for having German blood in his veins. He hated the type so whenever he met one he took great pleasure in pushing some buttons.
Pity this son of a bitch has so much self-control.
“I understand if you do not wish to take risks”, Yagumo picked the photo and made to put it back in his pocket.
“I didn't say that.” Ban lit a cigarette, took a long drag and expelled the smoke with lazy satisfaction. “I was just saying that the job seems to be pretty demanding.”
The client dropped the photo and raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“Two million yen. One million now, the rest when we finish the job.”
“Ban!” Hevn was scandalized. “I had already settled the price with Yagumo-san, what are you...”
“Sorry but, like I said, the job seems to be pretty dangerous, much more than you told us, Hevn. What if one of us gets seriously injured? We wouldn't be able to work for a long while!”
Hevn tried to protest but Yagumo placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled unpleasantly.
“I will have the down payment delivered to you this evening, Midou-kun. If you need to contact me, Hevn-san knows my number. Now, if you excuse me...”
There was a heavy silence as the client made his way out of the Honky Tonk. When the door closed behind him, Hevn let out a deep sigh of relief.
“You will definitely be death of me” she sneered. “I had told you that the job was risky and that you were free to refuse! Why did you do all that act if you were going to take it anyway?”
“Stop whining, you're just mad because I managed to double our price and you won't have a piece of it!”
Hevn opened her mouth to talk back when Ginji, who had been fidgeting uncomfortably all the time interrupted the argument.
“Do we really have to take the job, Ban-chan?”
Ban blinked in surprise. Ginji rarely disagreed with him once the decision was officially made.
“Why are you saying that, idiot? We are broke, that guy's agreed to pay us two million yen, do I need to draw a graphic to make you see?”
The blond Get Backer seemed to be at a loss.
“It's just... I had a bad feeling about the job... and... and...” he stuttered, staring down at his own hands.
Damn intuitive bastard.
Ban swatted lightly at his friend.
“Baka” he grunted, but the insult came in an affectionate tone, “what are you afraid of? We are the invincible Get Backers, remember?”
A small smile crept in Ginji's confused face as his apprehensions were wiped away by his friend's confident words.
In fact, Ban wasn't as positive as he appeared to be. Not one bit. He had accepted that gig because he was sure the only way to change the future he'd seen in his dream was to catch the bull by its horns - but this certainty didn't ease his worries, more so considering it was not only his own life but also Ginji's that he put at stake.
Yagumo's katana was a Muramasa. The same one he had seen in his dream.
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 TWO
“So your katana was stolen and you want us to retrieve it.” Ban took a sip of his coffee, eyes glinting suspiciously. “Why didn't you leave it to the police?”
The client - whom Hevn had presented as Ryoma Yagumo - placed a photo on the table.
“I do not believe the police will be able to act in this case, considering the person who committed this crime.”
The two Get Backers looked at the photo. There wasn't much to see - a man with dark brown hair, wearing jeans and a leather jacket, most of his face concealed by large sunglasses.
“It seems that he's not Japanese.” said Ginji.
Yagumo nodded.
“The name is Logan - I don't know if it's his first or last name. He's Canadian but lived for some time in the US and in Japan. Rumor has it that he is involved with the Yakuza.”
“Looks pretty fishy.” Ban smirked as he noticed the slight hint of annoyance in the client's somber face. The rude comment had been on purpose - he definitely didn't like Yagumo from the moment he'd laid his eyes on him. The impeccable black suit, the short hair neatly combed, the disgusted expression with which he eyed Ginji's blond hair all but screamed “snobbish traditionalist” to him. The likes of Ryoma Yagumo were the ones who looked down at him for having German blood in his veins. He hated the type so whenever he met one he took great pleasure in pushing some buttons.
Pity this son of a bitch has so much self-control.
“I understand if you do not wish to take risks”, Yagumo picked the photo and made to put it back in his pocket.
“I didn't say that.” Ban lit a cigarette, took a long drag and expelled the smoke with lazy satisfaction. “I was just saying that the job seems to be pretty demanding.”
The client dropped the photo and raised an eyebrow questioningly.
“Two million yen. One million now, the rest when we finish the job.”
“Ban!” Hevn was scandalized. “I had already settled the price with Yagumo-san, what are you...”
“Sorry but, like I said, the job seems to be pretty dangerous, much more than you told us, Hevn. What if one of us gets seriously injured? We wouldn't be able to work for a long while!”
Hevn tried to protest but Yagumo placed a hand on her shoulder and smiled unpleasantly.
“I will have the down payment delivered to you this evening, Midou-kun. If you need to contact me, Hevn-san knows my number. Now, if you excuse me...”
There was a heavy silence as the client made his way out of the Honky Tonk. When the door closed behind him, Hevn let out a deep sigh of relief.
“You will definitely be death of me” she sneered. “I had told you that the job was risky and that you were free to refuse! Why did you do all that act if you were going to take it anyway?”
“Stop whining, you're just mad because I managed to double our price and you won't have a piece of it!”
Hevn opened her mouth to talk back when Ginji, who had been fidgeting uncomfortably all the time interrupted the argument.
“Do we really have to take the job, Ban-chan?”
Ban blinked in surprise. Ginji rarely disagreed with him once the decision was officially made.
“Why are you saying that, idiot? We are broke, that guy's agreed to pay us two million yen, do I need to draw a graphic to make you see?”
The blond Get Backer seemed to be at a loss.
“It's just... I had a bad feeling about the job... and... and...” he stuttered, staring down at his own hands.
Damn intuitive bastard.
Ban swatted lightly at his friend.
“Baka” he grunted, but the insult came in an affectionate tone, “what are you afraid of? We are the invincible Get Backers, remember?”
A small smile crept in Ginji's confused face as his apprehensions were wiped away by his friend's confident words.
In fact, Ban wasn't as positive as he appeared to be. Not one bit. He had accepted that gig because he was sure the only way to change the future he'd seen in his dream was to catch the bull by its horns - but this certainty didn't ease his worries, more so considering it was not only his own life but also Ginji's that he put at stake.
Yagumo's katana was a Muramasa. The same one he had seen in his dream.