An Unwitting Assassin [open]

[raitei_wolf]

Who: Syaoran raitei_wolf and anyone who runs into him
What: Syaoran flees the scene, not wanting to see the aftermath of what he's done
Where: Near the arena (but not very)
When: after this

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[canecieco]

The match was a spectacle. As ordered by Kris, he went in without any weapons on him. It made him feel sick, naked, but he didn't want to get caught. He didn't want Franky to get caught, and he warned him enough about this fucking wrestling match he had going on here. In the bustling crowds, he watched the match. Hairs on the back of his neck and arms standing up in anticipation, anxiety for something to go down. An AMC raid, a drug bust, anything

[raitei_wolf]

Syaoran felt a rough grip on the back of his shirt, and stopped in his tracks as ordered. He recognized the voice immediately.

His life was going to be over the very instant he turned around, no matter what his emotional state appeared to be.

"Mr. Winchester..." he whispered, his voice cracking as he did. He couldn't keep from crying, he was so scared.

[canecieco]

How did he know...wait. That voice. That fucking voice. Dean pulled Syaoran back, so he could see his face.

"You," he spat. "Why were you running?"

[raitei_wolf]

Syaoran's face was covered in tears, his eyes and lips were shaking. He tried to say something, anything, he knew Dean wasn't going to let him just sit there and cry like a baby.

But he was too frightened, and the words wouldn't come out. He braced himself to get punched. He wasn't going to try to block it.

[arcabalenoborn]

Before Reborn would let Dean walk away from the scene, Reborn was standing in front of him. "What do you think you're doing?" Reborn asked his voice cold and eyes hard as his hand reached out and grabbed Dean's shirt. His hand was shaking and a frown on his lips belying that he was not just angry at the moment, but full out pissed with what he had walked up on.

"What gives you the right to touch MY team member?" With that Dean recieved a right hook to the jaw as he let go of Dean's shirt after the hit connected.

[canecieco]

Right in his face, out of the shadows, and Dean did not have a chance to react. Suddenly, Reborn had a fistful of his shirt, and the cigarette dangled from Dean's lips. Just his fucking luck. Made his fucking day. He couldn't believe this.

Was Reborn in on it too?

And there he had it. A fucking punch right in the fucking sucker and he tumbled backwards, holding his face. The cigarette fell from his lips onto the sidewalk.

Oh.

This was fucked.

"Who gives you the fucking right, huh?!" He shouted right back, struggling to stand up and rushing toward his comrade, wrapping his arms around him, and tackling him to the ground.

[arcabalenoborn]

Hitting his back with a OOF sound as he laid there for a moment his hand reaching up to slam into Dean's jaw. "I have the fucking right when someone else messes with my team members! I don't threaten your kiddos!"

Reborn sat up as much as the other would allow him, "You'd do the same for your kids, I am just protecting mine." With that Reborn would attempt to push off Dean from ontop of him. "If Syaoran has done something wrong you come to me first, understand?!"

[canecieco]

"He fucking shot Franky," Dean spat, battling it out with Reborn in a mess of limbs. Fucking jaw, he couldn't get away from it, and now he was gonna have a nasty bruise in the morning. Sam was going to have his ass.

Tumbling backwards, he reached forward again, pulling back his fist to punch the fucker right in the eye.

[arcabalenoborn]

"I don't know yet. We need to think it over, but right now displacing a sotto is not our biggest problem. You and I are going to go after the Joker right?" Taking the lighter he light his cigarette and then sighed as he finally let his eyes wander over to his team member assassin. He was disappointed in Syaoran and it showed in his face as he turned to look back at Dean, "We don't need to stand around here too long. Straggling cops...Nuff said."

Moving towards Syaoran, it was his turn to get not a punch, but a slap to the face. "That's all the punishment you get for now. No matter who gives the mission you know you're supposed to come to me. I sent you to watch Franky's back, not so you could hurt him because now we are out a caporegime and it will take a long time for you to earn the respect you had back. Understand? But, what's done is done." Brushing off his student and team members cheeks he pulled out a handkerchif. "Mafia men don't cry."

[raitei_wolf]

Syaoran tried to look Reborn in the face. He couldn't. His body shook, though from rage, fear, or sorrow, he didn't even know.

"I'm sorry," he choked out when he had the breath.