Fanfic: The Cursed Sword - Chapter Three
Chapter three now, yay! I just hope my muse doesn't fly away before I finish this story...^^;
Title: The Cursed Sword
Genre: Adventure
Summary: the Get Backers meet Wolverine!
Word count: 1532
Fandom: Get Backers/X-Men
Pairing: Ban/Ginji
Rating: PG-13 or T
Warnings: violence, blood, cursing, mild shonen ai.
CHAPTER THREE
Hokkaido
According to Yagumo Logan was living in a cabin, in a very isolated place in the mountains of Hokkaido. Knowing that their expenses would be paid by their client, Ban decided to make the most of it - since it was the end of fall he bought high quality winter clothes for Ginji and himself, and rented the best SVU he could find. Now, properly dressed and equipped, the Get Backers were driving towards their target.
“Wow, this is so cool, Ban-chan!” Ginji had his face glued to the car window, admiring the endless lines of trees on both sides of the road. “Do you think we can go sightseeing after we finish the job? Natsumi-chan said that there are wonderful places to see in Hokkaido!”
“I don't know if we'll have the time, Ginji.” Ban threw a map to his partner. “Here, help me out. We have already passed Tokachigawa. How far are we from the man's cabin?”
Ginji opened the map and frowned at it. He wasn't very good at directions but Ban had carefully highlighted their route and wrote precise instructions with color markers so all Ginji had to do was read it.
“Hummmm... I think we are almost there... There should be a trail at some point of this road that leads to the cabin.”
“Ha! Found it!” Ban slammed on the brakes, making Ginji yelp in surprise. The trail was quite narrow, partially hidden by the vegetation - if Ban hadn't been looking in the right direction at that moment, they would have lost it.
“One more second and we would've passed by it and probably never find it.” Ginji whistled in admiration. “It seems that this Logan-san really doesn't want to be found, ne?”
“If I had stolen a Muramasa sword from a guy like Yagumo, I wouldn't even be in Japan right now. ”
“Yagumo-san is scary, isn't he? I don't know why but...”
“Scary or not he is our client and he's already given us the down payment plus the money for this trip expenses. Come on, the car can't pass through here, we'll have to walk.”
“Alright, Ban-chan.”
It was cold outside so they wore their jackets and scarves before starting to the trail. It was a good decision - not long after they started walking, the chilly wind and the humidity in the air had them hunching their shoulders and shivering, even with the extra warm clothes. It took about an hour walking in the woods until they reached a clearing where the cabin was. A motorbike parked in front of it indicated their target was there.
Ban turned to his friend.
“Alright, we have about two hours until dark, we have to be fast. You remember what you have to do, right?”
“We will pretend that we're lost and ask for help. When the man comes closer you will distract him with the Jagan and I get in the cabin, find the katana and bring it with me. Then we run back to our car.”
“Good boy. And remember, no hesitation. This guy is too mysterious for my liking, he can be dangerous.”
“Okay, Ban-chan.”
* * *
“... you sure?”
“Positive. Don't sweat, Storm. I think I'm old enough to take care of myself.” there was a slight hint of bitter sarcasm in the way he stressed the word “old”. It didn't go unnoticed by the woman on the phone.
“Logan...”
“Ororo, just relax okay? I'm just going to spend some more days here in the mountains to think things out, I swear.” the voice wavered a bit on the word “swear”. The woman didn't miss that, too.
“You're a terrible liar, Logan.”
“Just trust me, I'm not gonna do anything you wouldn't... given the circumstances.”
“You're impossible, did you know that?”
“Yeah, that's why you love me so, sweetheart.”
“Logan!”
“Gotta go now, give my regards to the folks.” he turned off the cellphone before Ororo could say anything else. Damn nosy woman... she was acting more and more like the Professor. He lit a cigar and headed for the porch, not bothering to put his laptop in standby. It would be just a little break to smoke before going back to work.
“Gomen kudasai!”(*)
Logan frowned as he saw two young men approaching. Typical Tokyo boys, with weird hair cuts and colorful clothing, apparently just harmless tourists. He couldn't sense any danger in the smiling faces but he flexed his hands, readying them to attack just in case.
“I am sorry sir, we are lost...” one of the boys took off his sunglasses and Logan was surprised to see a pair of striking blue eyes.
And then, he heard a familiar chuckle. A soft, female voice. A woman peeked at him from behind the blue-eyed boy.
The cigar fell from his shaking hand. His heart raced madly as his mind protested, impossible, impossible, impossible...
Itsu. Her lovely round face, the long silky hair carefully tied in a neat ponytail, the red kimono he had given her in their first anniversary... how? How could she be there? She was dead. Dead.
Could it be that she had miraculously escaped death, the same way he had for so many times?
“Anata. See, it's our boy!”(**)
She raised the baby in her arms so that Logan could see. He reached to them, a tiny bit of hope making his eyes sting and bringing a lump to his throat.
Itsu looked up in alarm as it started to rain. She bent over, trying to protect the infant from the cold drops. Logan saw red spots on the comforter that wrapped the child. Itsu collapsed in a heap on the ground and slowly, desperately slowly, red rivulets ran over the green grass.
No. No. No.
It was blood.
Something snapped inside him. A raging storm filled his mind, wiping away any rational thought, his soul being ripped apart once again, the same torturing agony of years ago, when he found Itsu dead, her beautiful body abused and torn like a broken doll. He screamed madly, claws springing out his knuckles.
“Shit!”
Ban barely managed to jump out of the way when the maddened gaijin attacked, surprised by his inhuman speed.
Shit. Shit. Shit. How the fucking hell did the bastard escape my Jagan?
Wolverine turned back and lunged at Ban again. The Jagan user dodged and punched his attacker with all he had. Blue eyes widened in shock to see that the powerful blow had little to no effect.
What the fu...
A split second of distraction and the sharp adamantium claws slashed his shoulder. Crying out in pain, Ban jumped out of Wolverine's reach once more and fell on his knees, blood slowly starting to stain his jacket.
“Ban-chan!”
Ginji ran out of the cabin, katana in hands, his usually cheerful face contorted in horror at what he was seeing. Sparkles of electricity danced around him as he prepared to attack.
10 thousand volts... 20 thousand... no, I have to hit him with all I have, this man looks as strong as Hishiki... I'm sorry Logan-san, but I can't let you hurt Ban-chan!
A flash of blinding white-blue light exploded with a crackling sound.
“Ginji!” Ban blinked furiously, his vision clouded by the lightning. He rubbed his eyes and when his eyesight gradually returned, he saw Logan collapsing on the ground right in front of Ginji, who had a strangely surprised expression. The blond Get Backer looked down to his belly, in time to see Wolverine's claws slipping out of it with a nauseating wet sound.
“Ban-chan... I...”
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Ten times stupid! Shouldn't get so close to that insane bastard!
Making a mad dash for his friend, Ban managed to catch him before he fell.
“Ginji! H-hold on, buddy, are you listening?”
“Ban-chan, I think... I'm... hurt...”
“Yeah, I can see that! Hold on, we're gonna get the hell outta here...”
Ignoring his own injury, the Jagan user scooped his partner intending to carry him to the car and rush to a hospital, but a gloomy howling sound got his attention.
The sky was now ominously dark, the clouds so thick and heavy it felt suffocating. It was a snow storm coming. In minutes, the whole mountain would turn into a white hell - there was no time to get to the car.
Cursing profusely under his teeth, Ban turned to the cabin. It was their only chance, lock themselves in there and pray that the storm wouldn't take long.
“B-Ban-cha... n... I didn't... kill... him... did I?” Ginji grimaced with the effort to speak.
Damn stupid eel... even in a moment like this you worry over others instead of yourself...
Ban glanced at the fallen enemy. Yeah, the son of a bitch was still alive.
“No, you didn't killl him, Ginji. Now shut up or you'll never stop bleeding, idiot!”
Ginji managed a weak, relieved smile before lapsing into unconsciousness.
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Author's Notes:
I live in a tropical country, I've never seen snow, so I have no idea if the sky turns cloudy before a snow storm, or if a snow storm can actually start just like that... I did the best I could using movie scenes as references. Sorry for any discrepancies. ^^;
Aaaand, for the words in Japanese, the translation follows below:
(*)Excuse me.
(**) Anata means “you”, but it is also used by wifes as an endearment to their husbands. In this case, it would mean something like “darling” or “dear”.