893// This Hand Of Mine
Title: This Hand Of Mine
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Shishido, Hiyoshi, Fuji, Kirihara
Rating: G
Notes: Hahaha, oh man, I kept forgetting to put this up. xD Continuity, what continuity? Gawd, I want to get to the killing alreadyyy. 8DDD
Kirihara was already at the meeting place by the time Hiyoshi and Shishido arrived. "Heh, so the dog of Hyoutei comes back to eat more of my blade, huh? So, Hiyoshi. Think you can finally beat me this time?" All cock and self-assurance, Kirihara watched as they came closer, his sword slung lazily over his shoulder. "Oh? And the blind executioner too." Shishido tapped his sunglasses in greeting. "You gonna beat me with your walking stick?"
"Che." Hiyoshi spat at the ground. "As if I haven't matched you enough times. Don't be so sure you won't be eating steel yourself."
They shared wild, bloodthirsty smiles at that declaration. "So no guns then, huh? Why the hell'd ya tell me to bring them, then?" And now that Shishido looked closer, he could see the holsters almost hidden under Kirihara's jacket. Hiyoshi hadn't warned him in their plans to worry about guns, but...
Hiyoshi, in the meanwhile, had merely shrugged in answer to Kirihara's questions and dropped to a fighting stance. "You ready? Aka-chan."
"Like I'm ever not." And with the recklessness that had originally made him famous, Kirihara charged forward.
Shishido watched carefully as the two traded blows, biding his time. He wasn't to be the one fighting tonight, so with a sigh he kept the large scythe blade retracted in his so-called walking stick. Restrain Hiyoshi, sure. Shishido snorted to himself; the plan Hiyoshi had come up with had still let Hiyoshi get his fill of battle. But then, there! An opening! With easy speed, Shishido moved into position, flipped his cane up, and then swung.
Kirihara went down like a sack of bricks.
"You could have waited a bit longer, you know. We still have time." It took a moment for Hiyoshi to relax after the adrenaline of the fight, but then he sighed and began to bind Kirihara's arms and legs with the rope Shishido tossed him. "How are we going to transport him, anyway? We can't strap him to the backs of our bikes."
Shishido snorted. "Shouldn't you have thought about that beforehand? Whatever, call the client and bring him over, then. I mean, we're early and all."
"She." Hiyoshi corrected. Shishido shrugged. Hiyoshi flipped open his cellphone, and motioned for silence as it rang. "I have the target." A pause. "You want us to transfer him? ...All right." He snapped the phone shut, after that.
"Well?" Shishido prompted. "You got a plan to move him?"
"Nearby park. I'll carry him. We can come back for the bikes later."
"Like hell I'm leaving my baby in this neighborhood."
"Fine. Then you ride, I'll walk."
The park was indeed a short walk (ride) away, and when Shishido saw who exactly their client was, he nearly swallowed his cigarette. "Well hell, if it isn't Momoneko in the flesh. What does a lady like you want with a guy," a jerk of the head in Kirihara's direction, "like him?"
"Who knows?" Momoneko beamed at him.
"Man, you're nearly as bad as that Fuji of Seishun. Friggin' annoying, that right hand man of Tezuka."
Another smile, this time a little sharper. "You should be careful. That mouth could get you into trouble, someday."
"Yeah, well."
"Is here okay?" Hiyoshi called, from his position near the swingset. When Momoneko nodded, he set Kirihara down. "Hey, Shishido. Are you ready to leave?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going. Let's go pick up your bike."
Fuji watched them leave before turning his attention to the boy slumped against the swings. He had a lot of time on his hands, really, and he was patient. Still, he hoped Kirihara wouldn't be out for much longer. He was looking forward to what was to come.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Shishido, Hiyoshi, Fuji, Kirihara
Rating: G
Notes: Hahaha, oh man, I kept forgetting to put this up. xD Continuity, what continuity? Gawd, I want to get to the killing alreadyyy. 8DDD
Kirihara was already at the meeting place by the time Hiyoshi and Shishido arrived. "Heh, so the dog of Hyoutei comes back to eat more of my blade, huh? So, Hiyoshi. Think you can finally beat me this time?" All cock and self-assurance, Kirihara watched as they came closer, his sword slung lazily over his shoulder. "Oh? And the blind executioner too." Shishido tapped his sunglasses in greeting. "You gonna beat me with your walking stick?"
"Che." Hiyoshi spat at the ground. "As if I haven't matched you enough times. Don't be so sure you won't be eating steel yourself."
They shared wild, bloodthirsty smiles at that declaration. "So no guns then, huh? Why the hell'd ya tell me to bring them, then?" And now that Shishido looked closer, he could see the holsters almost hidden under Kirihara's jacket. Hiyoshi hadn't warned him in their plans to worry about guns, but...
Hiyoshi, in the meanwhile, had merely shrugged in answer to Kirihara's questions and dropped to a fighting stance. "You ready? Aka-chan."
"Like I'm ever not." And with the recklessness that had originally made him famous, Kirihara charged forward.
Shishido watched carefully as the two traded blows, biding his time. He wasn't to be the one fighting tonight, so with a sigh he kept the large scythe blade retracted in his so-called walking stick. Restrain Hiyoshi, sure. Shishido snorted to himself; the plan Hiyoshi had come up with had still let Hiyoshi get his fill of battle. But then, there! An opening! With easy speed, Shishido moved into position, flipped his cane up, and then swung.
Kirihara went down like a sack of bricks.
"You could have waited a bit longer, you know. We still have time." It took a moment for Hiyoshi to relax after the adrenaline of the fight, but then he sighed and began to bind Kirihara's arms and legs with the rope Shishido tossed him. "How are we going to transport him, anyway? We can't strap him to the backs of our bikes."
Shishido snorted. "Shouldn't you have thought about that beforehand? Whatever, call the client and bring him over, then. I mean, we're early and all."
"She." Hiyoshi corrected. Shishido shrugged. Hiyoshi flipped open his cellphone, and motioned for silence as it rang. "I have the target." A pause. "You want us to transfer him? ...All right." He snapped the phone shut, after that.
"Well?" Shishido prompted. "You got a plan to move him?"
"Nearby park. I'll carry him. We can come back for the bikes later."
"Like hell I'm leaving my baby in this neighborhood."
"Fine. Then you ride, I'll walk."
The park was indeed a short walk (ride) away, and when Shishido saw who exactly their client was, he nearly swallowed his cigarette. "Well hell, if it isn't Momoneko in the flesh. What does a lady like you want with a guy," a jerk of the head in Kirihara's direction, "like him?"
"Who knows?" Momoneko beamed at him.
"Man, you're nearly as bad as that Fuji of Seishun. Friggin' annoying, that right hand man of Tezuka."
Another smile, this time a little sharper. "You should be careful. That mouth could get you into trouble, someday."
"Yeah, well."
"Is here okay?" Hiyoshi called, from his position near the swingset. When Momoneko nodded, he set Kirihara down. "Hey, Shishido. Are you ready to leave?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm going. Let's go pick up your bike."
Fuji watched them leave before turning his attention to the boy slumped against the swings. He had a lot of time on his hands, really, and he was patient. Still, he hoped Kirihara wouldn't be out for much longer. He was looking forward to what was to come.