Fic: The Cursed Sword - Chapter Four ^^
Hiya! Here goes chapter four, I hope you like it! ^_____^
Title: The Cursed Sword
Genre: Adventure
Summary: Locked together in a limited space how will the Get Backers deal with Logan?
Word count: 1344
Fandom: Get Backers/X-Men
Pairing: Ban/Ginji
Rating: PG-13 or T
Warnings: violence, blood, cursing, mild shonen ai.
Disclaimer: Get Backers and all its characters belong to Yuya Aoki and Randou Ayamine. Wolverine belongs to Marvel Comics.
CHAPTER FOUR
There was somebody screaming in his ears. He couldn't get the words, but it seemed important since the person, whoever it was, wouldn't stop even to breath. He tried to look around and see who it was and only then he noticed his eyes were closed. His nose captured the familiar scent of the cabin - old wood, burnt coffee, fresh paint - mixed to other foreign ones. Scent of dry blood, scent of two other people.
“Stop faking. I know you're awake.” the low, threatening voice belonged to the blue-eyed boy, Logan knew it.
Slowly opening his eyes, Logan took his time taking in his present situation. He was in the cabin, lying on the floor, one of his hands cuffed to the fireplace grid. Where the hell did those kids get handcuffs? Outside, the snow storm was howling furiously - ah, so that was the screaming sound in his ears...
And what exactly had happened? He remembered he had some kind of hallucination with Itsu and their baby - Blue Eyes had done something, he was sure. Some kind of gas, or maybe the brat had psychic powers just like Jean or Xavier. Then he had gone berserk and somehow snapped out of the trance. He was trying to get to Blue Eyes when the other kid, the one with the blond hair attacked him with... electricity! He had literally electrocuted Logan using only his bare hands... Would those two be mutants allied to Magneto? Nah, he would have sensed the danger if they were. Magneto, the old bastard, always left a clear signature in everyone who he managed to convert to his cause - it was something in the eyes - the invisible chain of unconditional obedience. These boys were different. They were free.
“Don't try anything or I'll fucking screw you.”
Logan turned to the blue-eyed boy. He was sitting on the floor, leaning on the wall opposite to where Logan was, looking exhausted and disheveled. The makeshift bandage that covered his wounded shoulder was covered with nasty dark red stains and, with his clothes ripped out, he was shivering with cold. It was painfully clear that only sheer determination kept him awake. He nervously shot quick glances from his prisoner to the bed next to him, where his companion lay unconscious.
“You don't think this will keep me from giving you the thrashing you deserve, do you?” Logan pulled at the handcuffs lightly, just to see the boy's reaction.
“Nope. But the noise you'll make to break the handcuffs will serve as an alarm if you decide to attack me while I'm not looking.”
“Heh. Why would I have to wait to catch you off-guard? I could break this and beat the living daylights of you right now.”
“You wouldn't stand a chance. You caught me by surprise before, but now I'm alert and ready.” despite his worn out state the threat rang true. Logan couldn't smell fear in him - that boy was sure he could win a fight with Wolverine, even injured as he was. That, or he had a darn kamikaze death wish.
“No shit. You're a damn cocky brat.”
“The name's Ban. Ban Midou.” blue eyes shone with barely contained anger. “I brought you in because Ginji would never let me see the end of it if I left you outside to die, but if you give me the shadow of a reason, nothing will stop me from kill you.”
Logan smirked, but didn't talk back the way he wanted to. Although his healing factor had already fixed him, he was aware of the damage that brat's punch had done to his arm - muscles and nerves had been literally shredded to pieces with the impact and if they weren't made of adamantium, his bones would have been smashed. Hard to believe looking at that skinny frame - Ban Midou certainly was no ordinary boy.
And his companion was dangerous, too. He must've summoned a monstrous amount of electricity to beat Wolverine in his most feral form. Which reminded him...
I stabbed the blondie right in the guts before passing out.
Logan looked at Ginji. The sheets and the blanket that covered him seemed clean. Except for some dry red stains on the floor, there was no sign that the boy lying there was seriously injured. It seemed that Blue Eyes took better care of his partner than of himself.
“So your pal's alive.” he said, trying not to show the relieve he was feeling.
Wait a minute, why should I be relieved? The damn brat tried to kill me!
But deep inside he knew it wasn't true. As the experienced fighter he was, Logan could tell when an opponent was blood-thirsty or not. The blondie wasn't. He wouldn't kill unless he was forced.
Which led him to the burning question: why did those two attacked him? Everyone who came after Logan wanted either to kill him or capture him for a wide plethora of reasons, but those kids clearly didn't want to kill him - if they did, he wouldn't be alive now - and if they wanted to capture him there were hundreds of better ways to do it besides open confrontation.
“Yeah, he's alive, not thanks to you.” Ban stood up with visible effort and approached the bed. He placed a hand on his friend's forehead with great delicacy. Suddenly all traces of anger were wiped from his face and he seemed incredibly young and vulnerable as he stared at the other boy with unconcealed worry. His voice was soft when he whispered, more to himself than to the other man. “He was just trying to protect me.”
Brown eyes fluttered open.
“Hi, Ban-chan...”
“Stupid eel.” Ban smiled and gently pushed his friend back when he tried to sit up. “Don't try to move yet. The cuts are deep, and I don't think you have the energy to heal right now.”
“Ban-chan, you're hurt too...”
“This is nothing.” putting on a brave face, Ban grinned and patted his own wounded shoulder. “I am the great Ban Midou-sama, remember?”
Ginji didn't seem convinced but couldn't bring himself to insist in the issue - for once, he had no energy for arguments. Instead, he looked to the side, to where Logan was and tried an apologetic smile.
“I'm sorry, Logan-san... I'm glad you are alright...”
The big brown eyes showed no sign of anger or grudge, just pure friendly disposition. It looked so out of place after all that happened less than hour ago that Logan couldn't help but chuckle at the apology.
“Hell, Junior, you are really something... you try to kill me and then tell me you're 'sorry'?”
Ginji blinked, confused. He sensed the irony in the man's voice but couldn't quite get it, but Ban could and that pissed him off.
“Bastard...” Ban growled and made to lunge at the other man but Ginji grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
“It's okay, Ban-chan. He has the right to be mad...” the blond Get Backer was breathless with forcing his weakened body but continued. “I saw the inscription in the katana... it is not Yagumo-san's, it's his! He... Logan-san probably thinks... we're thieves.”
“What?” the outraged Jagan user looked at his friend ready to whack him for not telling it sooner, but when he saw Ginji's face pale and grimace in obvious pain, irritation turned into worry. “Oi, Ginji!”
He hastily shoved the blanket off to check on the wound and cursed at the sight of blood-soaked bandages. The cuts had reopened, probably with the effort Ginji made to hold his friend back.
Shit, he can't lose any more blood in this state...
The sound of metal snapping made Ban freeze, his whole body suddenly still and tense as a spring, his sharp senses aware of the strange gaijin approaching.
Standing right behind the Jagan user, Logan dropped the broken handcuffs on the floor.
Outside, the storm grew wilder and stronger, its wailing sound speaking of death and destruction.