Runaway Train, Lock 3
Title: Runaway Train
Rating: PG-13ish?
Pairs: Sakuraiba (but wait, there‘s more~)
Genre: 1920’s Historical AU, soon-to-be action
Summary: Aiba faces uncertainty regarding his task during the heist, as does Nino, strangely enough.
DC: Not real, not mine. In this story, the train is located in a fictional country though there are toss backs to the US’s roaring twenties. Furthermore, the organization of the different cars on this train are not realistic or even reasonably so. As such, this fic is about as far from historically accurate as Nino is from looking old, so please do not read if you’re anal for history.
Note: Forariange . Beware of suckage and confusion. Also, the Sakuraiba portion may seem a little out of place at first, but it’s actually rather important.
It should have been a good day for Aiba Masaki. The railroad manager had decided to give him a raise for his year long anniversary. Some little boy had a cute puppy in cabin seven that Aiba saved from being run over by a luggage cart. Oh, and Jun had found a suitable lock picker for their gang after months of combing the city. All things considered, it should have been a great day indeed.
But with every passing moment that ticked nearer and nearer to the plan‘s commencement, Aiba wished he were anyone else on earth.
Despite his dread towards today‘s mission, Aiba prided himself as being Jun’s right hand man. They’d been together since Jun’s gang had formed all those years ago, and back when they were fighting rival gangs for status or their lives day in and day out. When Jun said he needed a spy in the rail service a year ago, Aiba was the first one volunteer.
“Good times,” Aiba sighed remembering past heists and holdups during their rise to power, as he pushed two lunch carts silently outside of the compartment Jun and the lock picker were using. Today’s heist would just be another on a long list of successes, much to Aiba’s current depression.
“Hey Aiba!” A fellow train attendant looked up when Aiba entered the next car. “We’re in for another long day, huh.”
“It won’t be that bad, just be positive! Oh, did anyone mention it to you Yamada?” Aiba forced himself to be cheerful, and smiled so widely it hurt.
“Mention what?”
“The two new guys. One’s about my height with black styled hair, the other is slightly shorter, kind of rascally looking. They just started today so don’t give them a hard time. I think they’re only doing the lunch carts anyway.”
“Oh really? That’s great then. Less work for me!”
Aiba waved and parted from Yamada, moving further along the train. Jun had instructed him to let all of the other attendants know there were two new guys that shouldn’t be messed with. Having become friends with all of the other workers on the train there wasn’t the slightest problem in setting up Jun’s alibi.
Half of Aiba’s melancholy was from guilt for betraying all of his friends he‘d made the past year on the train. Double timing his coworkers, hadn’t been easy or enjoyable, but his other life as a gang member wasn‘t just something he wanted to give up for a cushy job as a train attendant.
The other half of Aiba‘s melancholy materialized several cars later, as Aiba came across a security guard who was about to lock up a storage car.
Not even noticing the brisk chill from being out in the open between two cars, a small genuine smile began to grow on Aiba’s lips as he watched the security guard fumble with his key ring.
Unable to remain still, Aiba used the roaring slipstream wind and the nearly deafening clack of the train on the track, to sneak up behind the guard who still had his back turned.
“HOLY S-” The guard yelped as Aiba suddenly hugged him from behind. “What the…Masaki!”
“Sho!”
“What are you doing out here, it’s dangerous!” Shouted the guard named Sho, pink brightening his cheeks.
“It’s alright! I need to get to the other end of the train anyway.”
“Why? You were assigned to Cars 6 through 16 this trip weren’t you?”
“You checked my schedule again?” Aiba asked, a bit of nervousness rising in his stomach. But it wasn’t the normal ‘I could die happy if we had just one last tongue swapping session’ type of nervousness Aiba tended to experience around Sho. Certainly, their relationship began getting complicated a few months ago, when they began seeing each other off and on for several months. Several glorious and passionate months that often left the security guard with a pronounced limp whenever the train returned to the station after Aiba and Sho shared a shift.
When he first began working as a train attendant, Jun had warned Aiba not to get attached to anyone he worked with. Jun had warned him again, when the Boss caught word of the new couple several months later, that the time would probably come when Sho would have to be stabbed in the back, possibly physically.
That time had come. Fortunately the betrayal wasn't going to be fatal, if Aiba could help it.
But it would be physical.
Very physical.
Though it made him feel like his heart had pruned in his chest to take advantage of their relationship, Aiba had to, for Jun’s plan to succeed. And Aiba simply couldn’t tell Sho, for if the Security guard knew that he was being used, he’d probably end things instantly, both his relationship with Aiba, and Jun‘s heist-in-progress.
There was no other choice, he had to go though with the mission Jun had assigned him, no matter how sick it made Aiba feel.
“N-no, I just…heard someone else talking about you, that’s all.” Embarrassed, Sho fiddled with his keys.
“Well maybe that ‘someone’ didn’t inform you that I’d switched schedules with the two new employees. I’m now working the sleep Cars 2 and 3.”
“O-oh, really?”
“You’ve got some time to kill, don’t you Sho?” Aiba’s voice became huskier, and with his arms still wrapped around Sho’s middle, he slipped a couple fingers into the gaps between the buttons on Sho’s maroon vest where they drew lazy strokes. “You’re not on duty to guard the Safe Car for another hour right?”
“Yeah, but I-I..I really should-” Sho’s eyes were flickering as fast as his resolve.
Aiba leaned in for the finishing blow, a raspy moan like whisper directly in Sho’s ear that ended with a sting of kisses from the ear to the shoulder. “Did I mention I reserved a private cabin in sleep Car 3? With a private bunk, and a very handy ‘Do not disturb’ sign to hang on the outside door?”
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I pushed a lunch cart down the car, behind Jun, who would stop and converse with the passengers in the numerous cabins as he served them dainty sandwiches and elegant cakes.
The train is about to be hijacked…and I’m serving tea to people I’m about to steal from. It’s pointless.
Pointless and painfully slow.
“Boy, I’ll take mine with lemon, a sprig of mint, a spoonful of honey, and two cubes of sugar, not one.” I looked at the woman who was sitting pertly at the end of her bench. Of course, I noted a few key assets on her figure. A fox-fur coat, more beads around her neck then in a jewelry store. Several gold rings, and a matching watch. If all women on this train are as dolled up with jewelry as she is, I’ll be set for life.
Assuming this plan ever gets underway that is. The lunch carts had appeared outside our cabin after Jun’s lackey ‘Aiba’ had disappeared. I still don’t understand why we can’t march straight though the passenger cars to the Safe car.
When all the passengers in the six cabins had their lunches and tea, we moved on to the next car.
We stepped out into the unprotected gap between cars, onto one of the stubby balconies with rails that framed either end of the car.
I shuddered against brisk slipstream wind, while Matsumoto went straight over the small ledge that joined the cars. “Give me a hand with the cart so I don’t spill it.”
Shrugging, I grabbed the end of the cart, and together we lifted it up onto ledge where he quickly rolled it inside the next car.
With the cart gone, I suddenly became aware of the gap between this car and the next. And the horrible, sickening sway of the car as it rattled along the tracks. I backed against the wall trying to look anywhere but at the railroad visible only as a speed blur beneath the cars, fighting a wave of gut churning nausea.
My eyes snapped closed, but the darkness only intensified the constant rocking motions. They opened again slowly, one lid at a time, and I watched the ledge below my feet sway irregularly from the jostling of the old track.
I just had time to throw my head over the handrail before the nice meal I snitched from the lunch cart earlier escaped with a chunky vengeance.
“Uhhnnn…”
I don’t believe it.
Seasick.
On a train.
Great.
What a waste of good food….
“What happened?” Jun had to shout over the sounds of the train and wind. “Nerves?”
Crap, I forgot about the Boss man. Wiping my mouth, I glanced his way. Concern? Is that expression really one of concern? Ah, he must be worried about the heist. Wouldn’t do good for his lock picker to suddenly croak in the middle of the job.
“It’s not nerves…“ I hollered back. “Just not used to rich food. Just give me a sec, and we can continue.” I spat lingering bile over the edge, bracing myself against the view.
Unsteadily, I shuffled to my cart, pouring myself a cup of tea to rinse out the taste of vomit. Matsumoto was still giving me that wide eyed worried look, and I glowered back at him. Setting the cup back on the cart, I pushed it to the edge, and together we lifted it onto the other balcony.
As we entered the next car, another train attendant in a maroon uniform matching ours looked poked his head out of a booth. Nerves began to rekindle which wasn’t exactly a soothing affect on my lasting nausea. It’s obvious I’ve had no training, the real employees are bound to notice we’re fakes.
“You must be the new guys! I appreciate you two taking on all the lunch cart work. My name’s Yamada and if you need anything, I’ll be um…resting my eyes for a bit in this vacant cabin.” The other attendant smiled widely, but it quickly turned into a yawn.
“Such an example you’re setting for the new guys.” I joked, realizing gratefully that there really wasn’t any danger to begin with. Everyone’s probably too happy to get out of work to even look at us twice, the incompetent lazy asses. “I hope our work ethic doesn’t corrupt because of you.”
“Just do as I say and not as I do.” Laughed Yamada, before retreating into his cabin to take the afore mentioned nap.
Three passenger cars, six empty sleep-cars and not an incident worth mention later we were standing outside a door that was noticeably different then all the previous car‘s.
It had a large fancy bronze colored bolt lock from a company I‘d never heard of.
“This…can’t be the Safe car… can it?” I looked at the lock dubiously. Such a simple mechanism, it would take less then two minutes to have the door open.
“It’s not.” Matsumoto pushed his cart to the side, his annoying cocky smile replaced by an evaluative frown. “This is just a normal storage car. The next one up should be the first class passenger and sleep cars, then comes another storage car-”
“Pause for a minute.” I held up my hand to silence him. “The Ariange is a Luxury Liner right? Isn’t this entire train full of first class cars?“
“No, up to now we’ve been tending to the ‘second’ class. Now shut up and listen.” Rather intimidating with his once immaculately kempt hair blowing every which way like a wild man, for some reason Matsumoto was unreasonably cross. “As I was saying, after the first class storage car is your goal, the Safe car, then the coal car, the boiler, and finally the engine.” With another glance at the door, he consulted his silver pocket watch again, and his speech only increased in ferocity. “We’re slightly behind schedule. You’ll need to hurry.”
“Me? Do what?” I grunted, pulling my bowtie loose. Even if he’s as mad as a bull, I’m not obligated to lift a finger for his sake.
“Work your magic.”
“You just told me this wasn’t the Safe car. I’m only getting paid to unlock the Safe car, at least that was my understanding.”
“You’re absolutely right. But you’ll need to unlock this car so we can get in to proceed to the Safe car. Or would you rather climb up and walk over the top?”
“…If I were smart, I would charge per lock.” I looked at the lock and sighed. From under my lunch cart I removed a box that Jun had provided, full of different yet portable lock picking tools. I held up a stethoscope and laughed. “Why would I need this? Is the door ill?“
Jun blushed, and snatched from my hands. “I saw it in the motion pictures. I thought it could work.”
“Boss…please leave lock picking to the professionals, and not whatever cartoon reel you were sleeping though.” I grinned and dove a hand into my pant pocket where I had relocated my old assortment of wires. The train swayed roughly, and I instantly clutched the doorframe as my stomach churned from the ever present swaying motion.
“Are you-”
“I’m fine, just shut up and watch a master.”
Even with the help of a screwdriver from the toolbox to use for tension, the lock was actually stronger then I anticipated, with more then the normal 10 pins to jig into place. The constant motion of the train didn’t do much to help either.
“I’m beginning to doubt your abilities.” Though Jun’s voice was slightly anxious, slightly mad, his eyebrows mirrored concern. I’ve never met a man with so many mood swings. With Jun as an example, I hope to god I never meet another.
A second later the wire found the right grove, and with a turn of the screwdriver, the bolt unclasped. Smug, and rightfully so, I pulled the lever on the door that served as a handle. “Doubt? Me? If you had a doubt princess, you never should have blackmailed me into your service anyway.”
“Well you’ve proven yourself, so even if I had been uneasy that’s beside the point now. It only proves to go with your heart and not your gut.” He responded, equally haughty.
“Unless that uneasiness you felt foreshadowed betrayal rather then trumped up ability.” With a shrug I stepped inside, taking note of the colorful boxes that lined the car. But before I could investigate further, Jun grabbed my shoulder roughly, and all but threw me against the nearest box.
“Call me stupid, but I sense a threat.” The snarl came though his nose, and his lips twisted viscously around the last word in particular.
No doubt about it, he’s mentally unstable.
And about to hold up a train.
Oh what a joyous day.
“Then I’ll call you Stupid.” I smiled cordially, and tried to brush of his hand but he wouldn’t budge. “I thought you said we were behind schedule? Lets keep moving.”
“You-”
Rolling my eyes, I lied easily with the silk tongue that‘s gotten me out of worse situations. “Listen Tootsy, I wasn’t threatening you. Just pointing out that…” My eyes caught on something strange sticking out of a trunk, just behind Jun‘s ear. “C-corpse.”
“Corpse?” He spat back, assuming it to be an insult, but then his gaze followed mine. “O-oh my god."
Rating: PG-13ish?
Pairs: Sakuraiba (but wait, there‘s more~)
Genre: 1920’s Historical AU, soon-to-be action
Summary: Aiba faces uncertainty regarding his task during the heist, as does Nino, strangely enough.
DC: Not real, not mine. In this story, the train is located in a fictional country though there are toss backs to the US’s roaring twenties. Furthermore, the organization of the different cars on this train are not realistic or even reasonably so. As such, this fic is about as far from historically accurate as Nino is from looking old, so please do not read if you’re anal for history.
Note: Forariange . Beware of suckage and confusion. Also, the Sakuraiba portion may seem a little out of place at first, but it’s actually rather important.
It should have been a good day for Aiba Masaki. The railroad manager had decided to give him a raise for his year long anniversary. Some little boy had a cute puppy in cabin seven that Aiba saved from being run over by a luggage cart. Oh, and Jun had found a suitable lock picker for their gang after months of combing the city. All things considered, it should have been a great day indeed.
But with every passing moment that ticked nearer and nearer to the plan‘s commencement, Aiba wished he were anyone else on earth.
Despite his dread towards today‘s mission, Aiba prided himself as being Jun’s right hand man. They’d been together since Jun’s gang had formed all those years ago, and back when they were fighting rival gangs for status or their lives day in and day out. When Jun said he needed a spy in the rail service a year ago, Aiba was the first one volunteer.
“Good times,” Aiba sighed remembering past heists and holdups during their rise to power, as he pushed two lunch carts silently outside of the compartment Jun and the lock picker were using. Today’s heist would just be another on a long list of successes, much to Aiba’s current depression.
“Hey Aiba!” A fellow train attendant looked up when Aiba entered the next car. “We’re in for another long day, huh.”
“It won’t be that bad, just be positive! Oh, did anyone mention it to you Yamada?” Aiba forced himself to be cheerful, and smiled so widely it hurt.
“Mention what?”
“The two new guys. One’s about my height with black styled hair, the other is slightly shorter, kind of rascally looking. They just started today so don’t give them a hard time. I think they’re only doing the lunch carts anyway.”
“Oh really? That’s great then. Less work for me!”
Aiba waved and parted from Yamada, moving further along the train. Jun had instructed him to let all of the other attendants know there were two new guys that shouldn’t be messed with. Having become friends with all of the other workers on the train there wasn’t the slightest problem in setting up Jun’s alibi.
Half of Aiba’s melancholy was from guilt for betraying all of his friends he‘d made the past year on the train. Double timing his coworkers, hadn’t been easy or enjoyable, but his other life as a gang member wasn‘t just something he wanted to give up for a cushy job as a train attendant.
The other half of Aiba‘s melancholy materialized several cars later, as Aiba came across a security guard who was about to lock up a storage car.
Not even noticing the brisk chill from being out in the open between two cars, a small genuine smile began to grow on Aiba’s lips as he watched the security guard fumble with his key ring.
Unable to remain still, Aiba used the roaring slipstream wind and the nearly deafening clack of the train on the track, to sneak up behind the guard who still had his back turned.
“HOLY S-” The guard yelped as Aiba suddenly hugged him from behind. “What the…Masaki!”
“Sho!”
“What are you doing out here, it’s dangerous!” Shouted the guard named Sho, pink brightening his cheeks.
“It’s alright! I need to get to the other end of the train anyway.”
“Why? You were assigned to Cars 6 through 16 this trip weren’t you?”
“You checked my schedule again?” Aiba asked, a bit of nervousness rising in his stomach. But it wasn’t the normal ‘I could die happy if we had just one last tongue swapping session’ type of nervousness Aiba tended to experience around Sho. Certainly, their relationship began getting complicated a few months ago, when they began seeing each other off and on for several months. Several glorious and passionate months that often left the security guard with a pronounced limp whenever the train returned to the station after Aiba and Sho shared a shift.
When he first began working as a train attendant, Jun had warned Aiba not to get attached to anyone he worked with. Jun had warned him again, when the Boss caught word of the new couple several months later, that the time would probably come when Sho would have to be stabbed in the back, possibly physically.
That time had come. Fortunately the betrayal wasn't going to be fatal, if Aiba could help it.
But it would be physical.
Very physical.
Though it made him feel like his heart had pruned in his chest to take advantage of their relationship, Aiba had to, for Jun’s plan to succeed. And Aiba simply couldn’t tell Sho, for if the Security guard knew that he was being used, he’d probably end things instantly, both his relationship with Aiba, and Jun‘s heist-in-progress.
There was no other choice, he had to go though with the mission Jun had assigned him, no matter how sick it made Aiba feel.
“N-no, I just…heard someone else talking about you, that’s all.” Embarrassed, Sho fiddled with his keys.
“Well maybe that ‘someone’ didn’t inform you that I’d switched schedules with the two new employees. I’m now working the sleep Cars 2 and 3.”
“O-oh, really?”
“You’ve got some time to kill, don’t you Sho?” Aiba’s voice became huskier, and with his arms still wrapped around Sho’s middle, he slipped a couple fingers into the gaps between the buttons on Sho’s maroon vest where they drew lazy strokes. “You’re not on duty to guard the Safe Car for another hour right?”
“Yeah, but I-I..I really should-” Sho’s eyes were flickering as fast as his resolve.
Aiba leaned in for the finishing blow, a raspy moan like whisper directly in Sho’s ear that ended with a sting of kisses from the ear to the shoulder. “Did I mention I reserved a private cabin in sleep Car 3? With a private bunk, and a very handy ‘Do not disturb’ sign to hang on the outside door?”
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I pushed a lunch cart down the car, behind Jun, who would stop and converse with the passengers in the numerous cabins as he served them dainty sandwiches and elegant cakes.
The train is about to be hijacked…and I’m serving tea to people I’m about to steal from. It’s pointless.
Pointless and painfully slow.
“Boy, I’ll take mine with lemon, a sprig of mint, a spoonful of honey, and two cubes of sugar, not one.” I looked at the woman who was sitting pertly at the end of her bench. Of course, I noted a few key assets on her figure. A fox-fur coat, more beads around her neck then in a jewelry store. Several gold rings, and a matching watch. If all women on this train are as dolled up with jewelry as she is, I’ll be set for life.
Assuming this plan ever gets underway that is. The lunch carts had appeared outside our cabin after Jun’s lackey ‘Aiba’ had disappeared. I still don’t understand why we can’t march straight though the passenger cars to the Safe car.
When all the passengers in the six cabins had their lunches and tea, we moved on to the next car.
We stepped out into the unprotected gap between cars, onto one of the stubby balconies with rails that framed either end of the car.
I shuddered against brisk slipstream wind, while Matsumoto went straight over the small ledge that joined the cars. “Give me a hand with the cart so I don’t spill it.”
Shrugging, I grabbed the end of the cart, and together we lifted it up onto ledge where he quickly rolled it inside the next car.
With the cart gone, I suddenly became aware of the gap between this car and the next. And the horrible, sickening sway of the car as it rattled along the tracks. I backed against the wall trying to look anywhere but at the railroad visible only as a speed blur beneath the cars, fighting a wave of gut churning nausea.
My eyes snapped closed, but the darkness only intensified the constant rocking motions. They opened again slowly, one lid at a time, and I watched the ledge below my feet sway irregularly from the jostling of the old track.
I just had time to throw my head over the handrail before the nice meal I snitched from the lunch cart earlier escaped with a chunky vengeance.
“Uhhnnn…”
I don’t believe it.
Seasick.
On a train.
Great.
What a waste of good food….
“What happened?” Jun had to shout over the sounds of the train and wind. “Nerves?”
Crap, I forgot about the Boss man. Wiping my mouth, I glanced his way. Concern? Is that expression really one of concern? Ah, he must be worried about the heist. Wouldn’t do good for his lock picker to suddenly croak in the middle of the job.
“It’s not nerves…“ I hollered back. “Just not used to rich food. Just give me a sec, and we can continue.” I spat lingering bile over the edge, bracing myself against the view.
Unsteadily, I shuffled to my cart, pouring myself a cup of tea to rinse out the taste of vomit. Matsumoto was still giving me that wide eyed worried look, and I glowered back at him. Setting the cup back on the cart, I pushed it to the edge, and together we lifted it onto the other balcony.
As we entered the next car, another train attendant in a maroon uniform matching ours looked poked his head out of a booth. Nerves began to rekindle which wasn’t exactly a soothing affect on my lasting nausea. It’s obvious I’ve had no training, the real employees are bound to notice we’re fakes.
“You must be the new guys! I appreciate you two taking on all the lunch cart work. My name’s Yamada and if you need anything, I’ll be um…resting my eyes for a bit in this vacant cabin.” The other attendant smiled widely, but it quickly turned into a yawn.
“Such an example you’re setting for the new guys.” I joked, realizing gratefully that there really wasn’t any danger to begin with. Everyone’s probably too happy to get out of work to even look at us twice, the incompetent lazy asses. “I hope our work ethic doesn’t corrupt because of you.”
“Just do as I say and not as I do.” Laughed Yamada, before retreating into his cabin to take the afore mentioned nap.
Three passenger cars, six empty sleep-cars and not an incident worth mention later we were standing outside a door that was noticeably different then all the previous car‘s.
It had a large fancy bronze colored bolt lock from a company I‘d never heard of.
“This…can’t be the Safe car… can it?” I looked at the lock dubiously. Such a simple mechanism, it would take less then two minutes to have the door open.
“It’s not.” Matsumoto pushed his cart to the side, his annoying cocky smile replaced by an evaluative frown. “This is just a normal storage car. The next one up should be the first class passenger and sleep cars, then comes another storage car-”
“Pause for a minute.” I held up my hand to silence him. “The Ariange is a Luxury Liner right? Isn’t this entire train full of first class cars?“
“No, up to now we’ve been tending to the ‘second’ class. Now shut up and listen.” Rather intimidating with his once immaculately kempt hair blowing every which way like a wild man, for some reason Matsumoto was unreasonably cross. “As I was saying, after the first class storage car is your goal, the Safe car, then the coal car, the boiler, and finally the engine.” With another glance at the door, he consulted his silver pocket watch again, and his speech only increased in ferocity. “We’re slightly behind schedule. You’ll need to hurry.”
“Me? Do what?” I grunted, pulling my bowtie loose. Even if he’s as mad as a bull, I’m not obligated to lift a finger for his sake.
“Work your magic.”
“You just told me this wasn’t the Safe car. I’m only getting paid to unlock the Safe car, at least that was my understanding.”
“You’re absolutely right. But you’ll need to unlock this car so we can get in to proceed to the Safe car. Or would you rather climb up and walk over the top?”
“…If I were smart, I would charge per lock.” I looked at the lock and sighed. From under my lunch cart I removed a box that Jun had provided, full of different yet portable lock picking tools. I held up a stethoscope and laughed. “Why would I need this? Is the door ill?“
Jun blushed, and snatched from my hands. “I saw it in the motion pictures. I thought it could work.”
“Boss…please leave lock picking to the professionals, and not whatever cartoon reel you were sleeping though.” I grinned and dove a hand into my pant pocket where I had relocated my old assortment of wires. The train swayed roughly, and I instantly clutched the doorframe as my stomach churned from the ever present swaying motion.
“Are you-”
“I’m fine, just shut up and watch a master.”
Even with the help of a screwdriver from the toolbox to use for tension, the lock was actually stronger then I anticipated, with more then the normal 10 pins to jig into place. The constant motion of the train didn’t do much to help either.
“I’m beginning to doubt your abilities.” Though Jun’s voice was slightly anxious, slightly mad, his eyebrows mirrored concern. I’ve never met a man with so many mood swings. With Jun as an example, I hope to god I never meet another.
A second later the wire found the right grove, and with a turn of the screwdriver, the bolt unclasped. Smug, and rightfully so, I pulled the lever on the door that served as a handle. “Doubt? Me? If you had a doubt princess, you never should have blackmailed me into your service anyway.”
“Well you’ve proven yourself, so even if I had been uneasy that’s beside the point now. It only proves to go with your heart and not your gut.” He responded, equally haughty.
“Unless that uneasiness you felt foreshadowed betrayal rather then trumped up ability.” With a shrug I stepped inside, taking note of the colorful boxes that lined the car. But before I could investigate further, Jun grabbed my shoulder roughly, and all but threw me against the nearest box.
“Call me stupid, but I sense a threat.” The snarl came though his nose, and his lips twisted viscously around the last word in particular.
No doubt about it, he’s mentally unstable.
And about to hold up a train.
Oh what a joyous day.
“Then I’ll call you Stupid.” I smiled cordially, and tried to brush of his hand but he wouldn’t budge. “I thought you said we were behind schedule? Lets keep moving.”
“You-”
Rolling my eyes, I lied easily with the silk tongue that‘s gotten me out of worse situations. “Listen Tootsy, I wasn’t threatening you. Just pointing out that…” My eyes caught on something strange sticking out of a trunk, just behind Jun‘s ear. “C-corpse.”
“Corpse?” He spat back, assuming it to be an insult, but then his gaze followed mine. “O-oh my god."