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[crooked_tongue]

What: Kidnapping, a failed retrieving and the madman behind it all
Who: Kankurou, Gaara and Sasori
When: This evening
Where: The streets
Rating: PG-13~R for violence, possible drug reference and language
Open/Closed To: Gaara, Kankurou and Sasori

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[crooked_tongue]

A shot rang out as the culprit scanned the crowd, brown hair in his eyes, before his eyes landed on Gaara. His face didn't move as he scanned the crowd, seeing a redheaded woman down the train, looking at him in fear, like they all were.

"You!" he pointed his gun at the redheaded woman, imitating an Australian accent to hide his own Japanese accent. "Out of the train! You too!" He grabbed Gaara's arm with a grip that looked stronger than what his size belied, and forcibly dragged him out of the train, nudging the woman along with his gun.

Shoving them into the tracks, he herded the redheads to the Evo and opened the door. "Get in," he ordered, pointing his gun at both their heads. The woman went into the back seat without further preamble, but Gaara the culprit seemed to force into the car, as though knowing he wouldn't go willingly.

Grabbing a roll of duct tape, he told them to put their hands on the headrests of the seats in front of them, and duct taped their hands to the metal.

Looking back, he knew someone was calling the cops. Grinning against his prosthetic scar, Sasori got into the driver's seat, turned the car on and let it rawr to life before taking off, going zero to sixty in ten seconds flat.

[dexterous_fake]

Head laid back and feet propped up on the dashboard, Kankuro sat in his patrol car waiting for the silence to be interrupted. The captain had decided to let the rookie out since his involvement with the blonde transvestite, but his load had been considerably light since then.

It was in that minute of dead silence that Kankuro got that unnerving chill down his spine. Something seemed really off.

The radio dispatch went off, the crackles and static making it hard and unclear. Perking up in his seat, Kankuro turned it up listening in as the dispatch was repeated. All he could make out was there had been a commotion within the subway, and a man with a gun was at large.

Cranking up his car, Kankuro spun the tires and made his way to where all the other police cars appeared to have piled up. It took a while for him to maneuver through the people learning from the witnesses and other officers what exactly had gone down.

The perpetrator had escaped, taking a young man around twenty years old with him as a victim. At first nothing made sense, and Kankuro was confused as to why the attacker would take only one victim and no one else, unless he knew who he was going for. However, something about the descriptions of the attacker seemed very...familiar. He looked around at the other passengers, listening to the noise that was crowding around him, and at his watch. Gaara should be home about now, or would have had he....

.....Shit.

It took all of two seconds for Kankuro to make a mad dash for his car, turning on his patrol lights. Shit, shit shit! He should have known, he should have known right away that something wasn't right with this picture.

Sasori.

[volatile_sands]

It was shock and sheer shock alone that stole away any common sense to fight back. It surely wasn't for the female, whom Gaara assumed to be cause of the mess.

"You'll regret this, you have no idea what you've done," he growled out, barely audible over the wretched female's wailing. "You better hope they catch up to you and lock your ass away before I get my hands around your scrawny throat."

It was easy enough to see the other man's features, cold green eyes memorizing each and every one of them so that there would be no question who he was identifying when the time came. There was just a little difficulty in trying to stay seated despite the fact that Gaara was used to Kankuro's crazed driving habits, it was hard to remain upright with only his hands being attached to the seat in front of him.

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"Oh, no, I do, Gaara." In the middle of the road, Sasori turned his head around to stare Gaara in the eye. "I really do."

Jerking the wheel, he turned down an alleyway, a narrow fit but the car was small in diameter. Taking a turn on the other end, he ended up on a parallel street, going in the opposite direction, and -

Well he didn't disappoint. Smirking, Sasori watched a lone patrol car, lights flashing, headed his way. Ripping off his wig and scar, he grabbed the wheel with both hands, head darting this way and that as he flipped a complete circle in the middle of the street, proudly showing the red scorpion on the back of the car.

Facing Kankurou, the exact red scorpion tattooed on Sasori's neck, the one he had used a needle to gentle prick into the boy's skin. "This won't hurt. Don't worry. Just a little something extra."

The scorpion seemed to taunt Kankurou as Sasori's car roared away at breakneck speed.

[dexterous_fake]

His heart started to race as he barreled after the black vehicle, upping his speed as fast as that patrol car would reach. Which wasn't fast enough. Kankuro literally felt his feet beating into the floorboard, face determined to catch up.

"Don't think so," he said in a low, deep voice kicking into gear, reaving the engine in response to Sasori's taunt. Kankuro's eyes stayed sharp and glued, looking anywhere within the vehicle ahead that Gaara was still okay. It was still too dark which pissed him off.

Kankuro still had to remember he wasn't in his jeep, and speed racing down back roads was a lot harder to do when he didn't have wheels kicked up a few feet high.

[volatile_sands]

Gaara's eyes narrowed in irritation, trying to place this person who seemed to know him. Even after the apparent disguise was removed, he was still clueless.

Guess that blew away his idea that it was the female's fault here.

"Who are you?"

He barely got the question out before being slammed into the side of the car as it did a complete 360 in the middle of the road. At least he could hear sirens blasting, maybe if he were lucky they'd just shoot this fucker and make his day.

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The redheaded seemed to ignore Gaara, his eyes scanning the street instead, leaning forward slightly. "I like this job," he murmured softly, "I like it, I like it!"

But he didn't want to make it too easy for the "cop", pig, cretin following him. Gripping the wheel with one hand, he switched gears and took off at a ninety-degree angle into a break in the traffic, and...

Disappeared.

He had, in fact, driven right down a set of stone steps from one street level to the next, ending up on a road leading to a bridge over the road Kankurou was on. The car was Japanese, so Sasori's side was facing Kankurou, as was Gaara's. Rolling down the window, he shouted, as he sped by, "You like that, pig?!" The sound of his voice was probably lost over the noise of the cars around them, but the jest was given.

Switching lanes, he headed toward a tall building in the distance - a parking garage, his favorite meeting place. He knew Kankurou would see it and find a way to get to it. If he didn't... well. He had bee disappointed before.

[dexterous_fake]

This wasn't the first time Sasori had thrown him in the middle of a car chase. They'd been on more than a fair share in the time that Kankuro had known him, doing this very thing and outrunning the cops. It was the first time he had been on the other end. It was the first time he'd thought of someone other than himself, his mind completely hell bent getting his brother back. There were no second thoughts.

Kankuro's eyes darted over to the black car that now ran parallel to his. His face contorted, brows furrowing, inside thankful that from what he could make out Gaara wasn't in pieces. Kankuro flipped Sasori his middle finger. The moment didn't last long as he swearved and slammed on his breaks almost ramming a car in front, having focused on the lunatic's black car.

"FUCK!" he yelled beating his hands against the wheel. The car was now out of his sight, but he was pretty damn sure where the psychopath was headed.

Kicking his car back into gear, Kankuro cursed the entire way wondering why such idiotic drivers had to get in his way. The road was supposed to clear when he had those bright blue and red lights flashing.

If he had to break down the barrier to get into that parking garage he would. And it wasn't an easy feat to get through, but he burned those rubber tires, spinning his way through the winding levels to reach where he knew Sasori would be waiting.

[volatile_sands]

Things kept flying by his window faster and faster, car horns blaring and the skidding of tires against asphalt near deafening with the roar of the engine and the continued noise from his fellow passenger.

"Would you shut up already?", he hissed out, kicking his foot out at her shin in an attempt to quiet some of the racket so that he could think. Gaara's eyes never left the rear view mirror though, trying to read something beyond the open madness that could be seen in his captor's eyes.

Ransom? If he were still in New York that would be a good possibility. The Sabaku corporation was one of the best and he and his siblings were hardly strangers there, but here they had escaped almost all of that. College students, a police officer and two assistants to the city's chairman were all they were here, and it was definitely nice to get away from that image.

Revenge? Honestly, having been so wrapped up in Aizen's assignments Gaara really hadn't had the time nor the opportunity to piss anyone off to this extent, so he was at a loss as to why this was happening. But then the initial shock was fast wearing off and dammit he wanted some answers, now.

"Hey, asshole. I asked you a question." He delivered a few sharp kicks to the back his captor's seat, not giving him the option of ignoring him a second time. Tugging harshly against the duct tape, Gaara tried to see if there was any room for leeway, if there was some way he could tear at it or rip it apart to give him some leverage to fight back.

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Now that he was on the highway and the sirens were no longer in his ears, Sasori spoke calmly.

"I'm Sasori," he said simply. "A few years ago, your dear brother the pig got in deep with me. Deeper than he thought. He channeled drugs, trafficked prisoners, ransoms, the whole nine yards. Robberies, assisted murder, fraud, use of aliases. I could get him on all of this, but I'm getting him on you."

In the rear view mirror, Sasori smirked at his victim. "You see, your father, apparently, sent him to boot camp to get away from me. But Kankurou knows me better than your father. I have no jurisdiction. I can find him wherever I want. And you, you're going to be my plaything for as long as I want. Because I always get what I want."

Pulling into the parking garage, Sasori leveled his gun with the ticket agent and shut him right in the eye before heading into the garage. There were no other cars around, no one to see the murder and no prints on the bullets.

He drove up to the second story, got out of the car, taking his gun with him. Using his keys, he locked the vehicle in case anyone got smart.

Come on, come on, he thought, looking around, gun raised in one hand. Come on, let's do this, let's do this, where are you, come on!

[dexterous_fake]

It was now that Kankuro wasn't thinking clearly, because when it came to Sasori his level-head was distorted. Adrenaline was raising so high, he could feel his heartbeat in his throat. This was far too much, too fast and he was in no position to start thinking of his past. Not of the drugs, of the things Sasori had somehow coerced him to doing and not thinking of the consequences of his actions, or what he was helping do. His focus had to stay on Gaara, else he'd lose this, he'd lose his footing and not be able to step up as the brother he should have been long ago.

The patrol car swerved into the middle of the parking lot, his reasoning for a parking job as ridiculous as usual. The door swung open, and Kankuro barreled out of the Chrysler, gun pointed at the only person who could scare him shitless outside his family.

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With all the calm of a warm snake, Sasori extended his arm, the gun pointed directly at Gaara through the window.

"Shoot me," he said, calmly, coldly, without emotion, without fear. He really didn't care. He didn't care. He didn't care if he was shot. Killed. "Shoot me and make it all better. Go ahead."

His finger squeezed down on the trigger.

So many times, it had been Kankurou standing behind him, watching Sasori taunt his enemies, threatening them with a win-lose situation - shoot me, I die, and your loved ones die, too.

The slightest jolt and it was all over.

"Come on, come on," Sasori muttered through his teeth, cold brown eyes staring at Kankurou, into him, through him, "come on, come on, I want you to do it, I want you to do it..." The muttering, he knew people hated the muttering.

[dexterous_fake]

"Shut up! Shut the fuck up!" he yelled angrily, waving his gun, feeling those eyes pierce straight through his system. It was unnerving. It made him feel like a child locked up in his room with no way out, crying and crying with no one to hear.

"I'll shoot you right now you fucking bastard, don't taunt me!" He knew very well what Sasori was capable of, but it was like hell was riding right behind his heels.

Kankuro breathed through his nose heavily, eyes closing momentarily, knowing that if he pulled a wrong move then that bullet would go through Gaara's head and once again he would fail.

Fail. It was something Kankuro had grown subject to, and failing is what he did well---but not this time. He couldn't. Gaara was family, all he had left. They might not get on well, but what was left of the Sabaku's---they had to keep it together. For the first time in his life, Kankuro wished he was his old man with that gut wrenching power that would make anyone piss their pants.

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Tongue darted out to lick Sasori's lips. He stopped muttering, but only to say, "Even if... you do shoot me... and I do... die without killing him, your ototou..." A grin spread over his face. "Did you think I didn't customize this car?"

A slight gesture with his head. "Their hands are taped to the metal of the head rests. If you try to break into the car without knowing the combination, an electric shock will go through the metal. It's powered to a thousand volts." He licks his lips again. "Have you ever seen Jurassic Park? It's like that fence, that fence, but... stronger."

He gave Kankurou a patronizing look. "In other words... they would be dead anyway, and trying to break into the car will only jolt their fried corpses. They smell so nice, too..."

[dexterous_fake]

It was a rebellious move, but Kankuro was tired of hearing the redhead's mouth. The gun fired, but the bullet didn't land anywhere important. He could take Sasori out in one move, or could he? He held his hands around the weapon's hilt, trying to keep that inner tremble from coming forward.

All his cop training was out the window now. He'd not bothered to call for backup, nor had he picked up the radio to throw out a dispatch of where the perpetrator was headed. Kankuro in one word was fucked. Unless he came up with a solution.

"Let him go," he said coldly. What did he need Gaara for. "You never had any interest in him before, why now?" Growl. "Come get me, I know it's what you've been wanting for a long time."

Clear and confused eyes took a chance to glance at his brother. "GAARA!" he yelled loudly. For the love of God, something had to go right.

Answer me, answer me. Answer me.

[volatile_sands]

Gaara's vicious attack of the car seat stilled to a halt as his captor- No, Sasori's- voice cut through his conscious, the metal underneath his damp palms seeming not so innocent anymore.

It surely wouldn't do to accidentally set off that booby trap now...

He sat silently for a moment, trying to figure out the next best course of action when a gun shot rung out, cutting off whatever else the two outside of the car were discussing. For a moment he was afraid to breathe, waiting for the pain to settle in, the obvious reaction of a bullet piercing skin - but then he noticed the glass window was still intact and that there was no blood, anywhere.

A warning shot.

Too much, too too much was going on. All that stuff Sasori said his idiot brother allegedly did, Kankuro was an idiot, but not that much of one to get himself mixed up in those sorts of things, was he? The bastard had to be lying. Goofy, yes. A slob, yes. A deviant and rebellious teenager, but that was more so against their father then anything really bad, wasn't it? Suddenly Gaara didn't know what to think, especially since this psycho had decided to fixate on him instead of his brother?

His head was beginning to hurt.

But regardless of what happened afterward, right now Gaara's only interest was in causing some bodily harm to the one who was causing all of this uproar in his day. The sound of his name had him glancing up from the metal headrest and out the window to his brother, seeing the two guns and the two men who wielded them.

"He's bluffing, shoot the bastard!" Even if he got shot too, it would be worth it to see Sasori bleed.

God, he hoped he was bluffing.