[fic] The Wicked #1
Title: The Wicked
Chapters: 1 /?
Author: sabersenshi
Band(s): GazettE/ alice nine./Miyavi
Pairing: will be CRACK and announced after they show up ^^
Rating: up to NC-17
Warnings: Um… AU, fantasty, violence, crack?..and SMUT..
Summary: The world is divided. Being run by different factions. Here’s one sides story.
Disclaimer: *sniffles* They're Not Mine.
Notes: THIS is my crack-pairing-fic. *wiggles eyebrows* At least they’re crack to me…
Don't forget to read (or re-read!) the prologue
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Sitting outside the cafe, the young blond man looks at his watch.
Again.
Wondering what could be keeping the other man.
His contact has never been late before.
Granted they've only been meeting for about a month.
But that still doesn't explain anything.
He glances around, wondering if maybe he's missing something.
His eyes widen in surprise.
Quickly looking away.
But not before his mind takes in some details.
Leaning against a building across the street is a man.
Dressed in all black and looking extremely dangerous.
And these days looking dangerous is a sure sign of real danger.
Anyone that looks dangerous better be able to back it up.
And this man looks like he can more than take care of any trouble that is unlucky enough to find him.
Finally, he has an answer.
This is why his lunch date is late.
Or better yet not going to show up at all.
Seeing the man across the street his friend surely ran for cover.
As far away as his legs could take him.
Trying to remain calm, the youth gets the attention of his waitress.
Walking over, she smiles sympathetically.
"Tired of waiting, hun?"
"Yeah," he smiles back. "I think I'm just going to go now. If he shows up.."
"I'll tell him he's a jerk for not at least calling you," the waitress interrupts.
Flashing another smile his way.
Chuckling, the blond tosses some bills on the table and gathers his stuff.
Trying to look as casual and carefree as he can.
He slowly walks away from the cafe.
Away from the stranger.
Hoping that the man wasn't there for him.
Whistling a nonsense tune, he makes his way down the street.
Neither looking left nor right.
Trying to appear like a young man just out for a stroll.
But he's nervous.
He can feel eyes on him.
Certain that the man is following him.
But what does he want?
Maybe he's only curious about the man that was supposed to meet him.
Hoping that's all, the youth continues walking.
He's afraid of the answers.
But not knowing, he can't go home.
Or back to work either.
Not if he really is being followed.
Making a quick decision, he turns and heads towards the nearest park.
Thinking that's the best place if this guy just wants information.
And if it's something else, well a park doesn't offer much privacy.
Maybe he won't want any witnesses.
And there's always a chance that someone could stumble upon them.
Trying to keep his cool, he continues on his chosen path.
~*~
From his place semi-hidden by the fountain, the young man watches as the black haired man enters the park.
Confirming his fears.
The stranger is following him.
Staying put, he waits.
Knowing the man's sure to spot him.
If he doesn't run, maybe he can stay alive.
He watches as the other finally sees him.
Quirking a dark brow, the man makes his way slowly to where he's sitting.
"Did you want something or were you just following me for no reason?" he asks as the man sits next to him.
Getting a laugh from the other.
"You've got guts, kid. I'll give you that."
"And I'd like to keep them where they are, if you don't mind," he replies.
Hoping that the man admires courage.
Even if he's not really feeling brave at the moment.
Finding that looking the other man in the eye is even more unnerving.
Letting his laughter die, the taller man leans back.
"I want to talk to you about the man you were supposed to meet today."
That bit of information raises the young blonde’s hopes.
If it's really the truth he could still walk away from this encounter.
That is, as long as he cooperates.
"Are you going to kill me when you're done?" he has to ask.
Just to show that he does understand what's going on.
"No. I don't plan on it. Will you answer my questions willingly?"
The young man swallows, hearing the unspoken threat.
The man will get his answers one way or another.
Nodding, he says, "I'll tell you everything I can."
"Good boy," he smiles.
Taking another look around them, he continues, "This is as good a place as any, I suppose. Let's start with how you met him."
"I was with my friends. We were just hanging out at a club when he walked up and started a conversation."
"Just like that, huh?" this seems to surprise him.
Looking the blond over again he continues, "What's your name? I can't keep calling you kid."
"I'm Hiroto," the young man says, not bothering to offer his hand.
He doubts the other has much use for manners anyway.
"Ok, Hiroto. What did he want from you?”
"He said he wanted to be friends," the young man blushes, knowing that the other will think it means he slept with him. "Later he mentioned helping him with his work."
"And did he tell you how you'd be helping him?" the other asks, silently cursing.
That ass really was recruiting the kid.
"Not really," Hiroto was answering. "He said he'd let me know when he needed me."
"What name did he give you?"
"He said to call him Toshi."
Watching the other, he decides to try a question of his own.
"How many names does he have?"
Looking away, the black haired man answers "About as many as I've got."
Hiroto lets the silence stretch.
Not wanting to disturb the other.
Or maybe hoping he's been forgotten.
But all too soon, those dark eyes are back on him.
"Unfortunately for you, Toshi's interest has put you in danger. You should probably come with me."
"And you would keep me safe?" Hiroto asks skeptically.
"I know a place," the other man replies, "Very few other people know of it. You'll be safe there."
He chuckles at Hiroto's look.
"Now you're being cautious. You really should've been more careful earlier."
"I was at a club, a crowded club, the first time I met him," the youth defends himself. "And every time after that it was in an open, public place."
The dark haired man gives him a look that says he still finds the blond funny.
Standing, he holds out his hand.
"I promise to do everything in my power to keep you safe if you come with me."
Hiroto looks at the outstretched hand.
Weighing his options.
And knowing he really doesn't have any other choice.
"All right," he says, taking the other's hand. "But what should I call you?"
"My friends call me Aoi."
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A/N: Ok..so I've got 13 chapters finished....or at least as finished as I'm gonna get them *scowls at almost-smut*..so I decided it's OK to start posting this. And hopefully that's enough to keep you curious! As well as answering the question of 'WHO was that in the prologue?' (Aoi=Agent, Hiroto=target)
Comment please, K?
thnks