No One Worth Fighting (Seigaku, Rikkai)
Title: No One Worth Fighting
Characters: Seigaku, Rikkai (others teams mentioned)
Rating: PG for now
Word Count: 1029
Summary: There's no one worth fighting anymore. Futuristic!AU
Notes: I told fsop to give me a prompt and she said "Assassins/spies/mafia with Rikkai and Seigaku and common enemies."
-
"There's no one out there worth fighting anymore," Echizen says, slumping against the tarnished steel of the building. "This is boring."
Next to him, Momoshirou opens his mouth to start protesting, but a hand clamping around his mouth quickly silences him, and a moment later, not even the hand is necessary, as rounds of shots are heard down the street.
"Even if they're not worth fighting," Oishi begins, dropping his hand from Momoshirou's mouth, and frowning at them both, "there's no reason to go around saying that when we're in their territory."
"Not like they'd shoot us," Echizen grumbles. A second later, a round of shots hit the ground just in front of their feet, and another round is fired above their heads, the shots easily flying through the tough steel. These are better bullets than most of the gangs have.
It's the first sign they have that something is different.
-
Oishi and Tezuka spend time in conference; no one knwos for sure what's said between them, not even Fuji who they usually count on to figure out everything. But there are still rumors.
"Heard Fudomine was taken down by some mysterious people," Momoshirou says. "Could be true, haven't seen Kamio around lately. But no one saw the people."
"They were shot down by ghosts!" Kikumaru jokes, but his comment isn't met with any laughter or bantering comments, and he falls silent once again.
"Couldn't be ghosts," Inui murmurs, and the rest of the group gathered around him watch him write in the notebook. "The guns are better than what anyone around here has. New technology. Ghosts would have older technology."
No one bothers pointing out that ghosts don't exist.
-
"If you go out, make sure to go out in groups. The attacks on random people have grown in frequency," Oishi says, repeating Tezuka's instructions to the group. "Wear guns and armor."
"Try not to instigate anything," Tezuka adds from behind Oishi. It's not going to happen, but now with the warning, he can assign punishments, if he needs to.
"Is it true that Yamabuki went down?" Kawamura asks, frowning and rubbing the back of his neck. "Has anyone heard anything for sure?"
"They lost in the last battle, but only suffered minimal injuries," Fuji offers, smiling at Kawamura. "Everyone's okay. If I have Tezuka's permission-" and here he pauses to glance at their commander - "I want to go find more information."
"No. Things are too unstable for now."
Kawamura's expression is grateful, relieved, and Fuji watches him carefully, in an attempt to not focus on Tezuka and the lack of what he wishes for.
-
"Can I seek out St. Rudolph? My brother is there."
"Only if you take Inui. And don't start anything."
-
"We're going to St. Rudolph to check on your brother?" Inui repeats, studying Fuji from behind his glasses as they weave their way between the buildings, making sure to not leave an identifiable path.
"They were defeated by these mysterious people." Fuji stops at the corner of one of the few streets in the city, and looks both ways; not for cars, but for people who might attack. "I want to make sure he's okay."
"That was weeks ago - they were the first to go." Inui reaches Fuji's side and steps out into the street without looking. There's nothing to see. "But they were defeated by those mysterious people."
"Yes." Fuji follows him; they stick low to the ground, moving quickly when in open areas. Common acts they learned long ago in order to survive, acts they had gotten lax with recently; riding on top of the world, it's easy to forget how you got there.
It's almost refreshing to have to remember them.
-
"Yuuta's fine, in case you were wondering."
There's no response, but in the dim light, Fuji can see Tezuka nod.
"And the mystery group is rumored to be eight people. Yuuta says someone saw one of them, but has no definite memories of him. The description wavers between white hair and brown, glasses and no glasses; he's always relatively tall, though. shorter than you, but bigger than me. According to Yuuta's source."
"You should have talked to Yuuta's source, if you were going to find information."
"Oh Yuuta's source was some little fly. Not worth my time." Fuji smiles and pats Tezuka's arm, and moves off to find his bed.
Tezuka has to resist the urge to roll his eyes.
-
The nights swing between pitch black and dim with light. Fires from battles, or fires for warmth gone crazy. But as Tezuka watches, the sky brightens until it's almost as bright as day and the shockwave hits the grounds minutes later.
Everyone's awake by the time it receeds, and Tezuka can see everyone dividing off to talk, seeking comfort in the people they are familiar with. Fuji hovers next to Kikumaru and Kawamura, but he's looking toward the fires.
It's Inui who joins Tezuka near the perimeter.
"That came from over in Hyoutei's direction," Inui tells him, as if Tezuka didn't know. "It's too far east to be Rokkaku and too far west to be Jyousei." When Tezuka says nothing, Inui continues. "This might prove good - Hyoutei's been on the verge of rebelling for a while now. But if they have taken over Hyoutei, this will give them a strong hold on the land."
There's no doubt who he's talking about. Tezuka's still staring at the fires, although he can feel Inui's eyes on him, and Fuji's. And probably the rest of the group as well, watching him, waiting for a move.
This world is primal and uncivilized and Tezuka's created a small society within his compound that's different than the rest. But he knows what he lives for: the fight, the feeling of the blood rushing through his veins, pumping his heart while he's attacking or being attacked, the dance of movements that compromise a fight. It's not who wins or loses - although winning is preferable to losing - but the fight itself.
And all of this promises a fight.
It's the first time in months Tezuka feels the familiar thrill rush through his body.
"We're going to Hyoutei tomorrow," Tezuka says, and points. Oishi, delegation with him; Fuji and Inui, intel.
Characters: Seigaku, Rikkai (others teams mentioned)
Rating: PG for now
Word Count: 1029
Summary: There's no one worth fighting anymore. Futuristic!AU
Notes: I told fsop to give me a prompt and she said "Assassins/spies/mafia with Rikkai and Seigaku and common enemies."
-
"There's no one out there worth fighting anymore," Echizen says, slumping against the tarnished steel of the building. "This is boring."
Next to him, Momoshirou opens his mouth to start protesting, but a hand clamping around his mouth quickly silences him, and a moment later, not even the hand is necessary, as rounds of shots are heard down the street.
"Even if they're not worth fighting," Oishi begins, dropping his hand from Momoshirou's mouth, and frowning at them both, "there's no reason to go around saying that when we're in their territory."
"Not like they'd shoot us," Echizen grumbles. A second later, a round of shots hit the ground just in front of their feet, and another round is fired above their heads, the shots easily flying through the tough steel. These are better bullets than most of the gangs have.
It's the first sign they have that something is different.
-
Oishi and Tezuka spend time in conference; no one knwos for sure what's said between them, not even Fuji who they usually count on to figure out everything. But there are still rumors.
"Heard Fudomine was taken down by some mysterious people," Momoshirou says. "Could be true, haven't seen Kamio around lately. But no one saw the people."
"They were shot down by ghosts!" Kikumaru jokes, but his comment isn't met with any laughter or bantering comments, and he falls silent once again.
"Couldn't be ghosts," Inui murmurs, and the rest of the group gathered around him watch him write in the notebook. "The guns are better than what anyone around here has. New technology. Ghosts would have older technology."
No one bothers pointing out that ghosts don't exist.
-
"If you go out, make sure to go out in groups. The attacks on random people have grown in frequency," Oishi says, repeating Tezuka's instructions to the group. "Wear guns and armor."
"Try not to instigate anything," Tezuka adds from behind Oishi. It's not going to happen, but now with the warning, he can assign punishments, if he needs to.
"Is it true that Yamabuki went down?" Kawamura asks, frowning and rubbing the back of his neck. "Has anyone heard anything for sure?"
"They lost in the last battle, but only suffered minimal injuries," Fuji offers, smiling at Kawamura. "Everyone's okay. If I have Tezuka's permission-" and here he pauses to glance at their commander - "I want to go find more information."
"No. Things are too unstable for now."
Kawamura's expression is grateful, relieved, and Fuji watches him carefully, in an attempt to not focus on Tezuka and the lack of what he wishes for.
-
"Can I seek out St. Rudolph? My brother is there."
"Only if you take Inui. And don't start anything."
-
"We're going to St. Rudolph to check on your brother?" Inui repeats, studying Fuji from behind his glasses as they weave their way between the buildings, making sure to not leave an identifiable path.
"They were defeated by these mysterious people." Fuji stops at the corner of one of the few streets in the city, and looks both ways; not for cars, but for people who might attack. "I want to make sure he's okay."
"That was weeks ago - they were the first to go." Inui reaches Fuji's side and steps out into the street without looking. There's nothing to see. "But they were defeated by those mysterious people."
"Yes." Fuji follows him; they stick low to the ground, moving quickly when in open areas. Common acts they learned long ago in order to survive, acts they had gotten lax with recently; riding on top of the world, it's easy to forget how you got there.
It's almost refreshing to have to remember them.
-
"Yuuta's fine, in case you were wondering."
There's no response, but in the dim light, Fuji can see Tezuka nod.
"And the mystery group is rumored to be eight people. Yuuta says someone saw one of them, but has no definite memories of him. The description wavers between white hair and brown, glasses and no glasses; he's always relatively tall, though. shorter than you, but bigger than me. According to Yuuta's source."
"You should have talked to Yuuta's source, if you were going to find information."
"Oh Yuuta's source was some little fly. Not worth my time." Fuji smiles and pats Tezuka's arm, and moves off to find his bed.
Tezuka has to resist the urge to roll his eyes.
-
The nights swing between pitch black and dim with light. Fires from battles, or fires for warmth gone crazy. But as Tezuka watches, the sky brightens until it's almost as bright as day and the shockwave hits the grounds minutes later.
Everyone's awake by the time it receeds, and Tezuka can see everyone dividing off to talk, seeking comfort in the people they are familiar with. Fuji hovers next to Kikumaru and Kawamura, but he's looking toward the fires.
It's Inui who joins Tezuka near the perimeter.
"That came from over in Hyoutei's direction," Inui tells him, as if Tezuka didn't know. "It's too far east to be Rokkaku and too far west to be Jyousei." When Tezuka says nothing, Inui continues. "This might prove good - Hyoutei's been on the verge of rebelling for a while now. But if they have taken over Hyoutei, this will give them a strong hold on the land."
There's no doubt who he's talking about. Tezuka's still staring at the fires, although he can feel Inui's eyes on him, and Fuji's. And probably the rest of the group as well, watching him, waiting for a move.
This world is primal and uncivilized and Tezuka's created a small society within his compound that's different than the rest. But he knows what he lives for: the fight, the feeling of the blood rushing through his veins, pumping his heart while he's attacking or being attacked, the dance of movements that compromise a fight. It's not who wins or loses - although winning is preferable to losing - but the fight itself.
And all of this promises a fight.
It's the first time in months Tezuka feels the familiar thrill rush through his body.
"We're going to Hyoutei tomorrow," Tezuka says, and points. Oishi, delegation with him; Fuji and Inui, intel.