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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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[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 offThe 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

[dexterous_fake]

Kankuro would never understand how someone as deranged as Sasori could remember such small details. Nor could he remember or think about the "small" things he did that helped aid things he never wanted a part in. At the time he never saw it as much, he was just being a loud and rebellious teenager making a statement at his old man. It was too bold of a statement and one that he didn't want to make again. Not like that, not when it could cost him what he was working so hard to accomplish right now.

Before he could fire another shot, this time towards the redhead's pale face he felt a pinch hit his skin as the gun was knocked out, sparks bouncing as the bullet hit the metal. In another flash the lights were out, and Kankuro swallowed heavily.

This was how Sasori played the game. But was Kankuro ready? At least he had to pretend he was. It was easier then when he stood back watching, now he was in it, and it wasn't fun anymore

[crooked_tongue]

The garage was entirely silent, but for a few bursts of electricity from the lights, and the sound of the woman in the car with Gaara, whimpering in fear and praying silently.

The blows came out of nowhere; an elbow to the neck, a kick to the side, Kankurous' free arm was grabbed, while the one hanging onto the knife was turned inwards by a strong hand.

Sasori was always stronger than he looked.

A wicked smile spread across the redhead's face as Kankurou's own knife was turned on him, close to the chest, one hand behind his back, one before his chest, it was so... amusing.

But then Sasori's face contorted to the snarl Kankurou had seen many times before. "Who do you think you're fighting?" he hissed. "You think you can beat me in a knife fight? Me? I taught you how to fight. There is nothing you can have learned that I have not already mastered. You pathetic waste."

[dexterous_fake]

In one moment Kankuro was pinned by his own weapon, what he'd feared the whole time. Sasori was also quicker, faster and sure as hell not going to let Kankuro get what he wanted

[crooked_tongue]

Compressing his lips together, Sasori jumped back and drew his own switchblade.

'This is my favorite switchblade. It's made for my hand. It's perfect for me. You can't really win a knife fight with a strange knife. It's you. This one, you can't beat me with'. Lesson one, so long ago.

Lessons were over. Sasori didn't move, just planted his feet, knifehand extended, his other hand across his chest at midpoint to use to block, shove the offensive knife away. His standing didn't give any openings, the knife was loose in his hands, and he was giving Kankurou a look that could make other drivers create an instant traffic jam, simply trying to get away from him.

"Come on, come on," he muttered through his teeth, "I want you to do it, I want you to do it, come on, come on, come on, hit me, hit me, come on, I want you to do it, come on hit me, come on, come on, hit me, hit me..."

[dexterous_fake]

His heart was beating so fast, so incredibly fast. Driving off the end of a cliff would have been far more inviting than being beaten by such an opponent. He heard Sasori draw his own blade, and his hands went numb.

"Stop talking...." Kankuro huffed, lips wet as he licked them over and over again as if it was going to give him the confidence he needed. On the outside he was calm, that shaking having backed away once the adrenaline kicked in, but on the inside----on the inside he was slipping. He could talk big all he wanted---but just like Gaara, just like his old man, Sasori knew that was his biggest weakness.

"I'll kill you, that's what I'm going to do you psychotic bastard," His words were cold as they seared through his teeth. Kankuro was getting sloppy, and it was evident the more and more Sasori taunted him.

[crooked_tongue]

Sasori knew Kankurou. He knew what made him tick. He knew when the young man was close to having enough, and when he had had enough... he made mistakes, he messed up, he swung wide

[dexterous_fake]

The butt of Sasori's knife handle struck Kankuro's jaw, causing him to jerk away to deafen the blow. He struggled to break away, finding Sasori's blade now against his face with another attack that sliced the pale flesh of Kankuro's cheek. The mark slid down his jaw, Kankuro breathing heavily to try and avoid a deeper cut. He knew how Sasori used his knives. The wound burned, a fire burning inside as the blood dripped down his face and neck.

He could feel his temper raging, and he growled as the redhead spoke, those deadly words hitting his ears.

He was nothing like his father, he repeated in his head. He was bigger, stronger and he refused to fall down. Not now. Not now. Somewhere inside Kankuro had an admirable side. Where Sasori was vicious, Kankuro was humane, it was what set him apart from going completely crazy. Kankuro would never be completely alright, and he'd forever have his father's ghost haunt him in more ways than one, but that side of his mother's was what made him compassionate even if it was buried under all the

[crooked_tongue]

Sasori didn't even lift his hand to check on the cut on his cheek. He knew he was cut. He didn't need confirmation to justify the liquid drooling down his face. Cracking his neck from side to side, he rolled his shoulders and smirked

[dexterous_fake]

Kankuro rubbed his cheek vigorously, knowing by the sting in his blood that Sasori's knife had been tainted. Sasori played hard to get, but when he was within your grasp he always tossed a hidden curve ball. His blades were as deadlier than any snake bite, and he liked toying with his victims. Kankuro had at least earned the right to live, but it was going to be painful on his way down. He'd feel like he was going to die, and that was the hard part

[crooked_tongue]

"You know the thing about knife wounds?" Sasori walked right over to him and bending down. Reaching in, he jerked out the knife. His knife. "It only has potential for danger after the knife's been taken out."

Turning, ignoring the crumpled man, he went back to his car and unlocked it. The redhead took his gun out of the back of his belt before sliding into the driver's side. The woman was still crying, so, without even thinking twice, he took his gun and shot her in the head, then used his knife to swipe his duct tape. Turning on the car, he tapped a button on the side of the door; the woman's door shot open and, with a quick spin of the wheel she was spilled out. Using the button again, he closed the door and turned around in his seat, facing Gaara over the headrest with a maniacal grin.

"This is my city," he whispered through his teeth, before ripping out a new strip of duct tape and pressing it over the man's eyes. "He can't get you. The police can't get you. You're mine until I no longer want you."

[volatile_sands]

There was blood on Sasori's hands.

Not that that was all that surprising considering the nature of the psychopath, but the fact was there was very corporal blood on his hands as he re-entered the vehicle