And not move he had done. The people around him had, though, shying away from the strange new arrival covered in what appeared to be blood, thick and viscous. The stuff was caked in his hair and staining his clothes, and he kept giving disconcerting little smiles to the people around him that were brave enough to come closer--an expression sharp as a blade and not wholly sane.
Hell, maybe he was crazy. That was at least an easy explanation to the situation he'd found himself in--misplaced in time and space, or so it seemed.
He was sitting on the ground when Yohji approached, drawing little macabre designs on the cobblestones in a mixed ink of fake and real blood, from the sluggishly bleeding slice in his hand that he'd inflicted upon himself.
Ken looked even worse than Youji had anticipated. He was covered in blood, and his eyes looked wild. Even knowing that they were assassins, it'd been over a year since Youji had a mission or a target, and memories of that part of his life were safely pushed away.
That ended when he saw Ken, sitting on the street and bleeding all over the place, scaring off locals.
"Damn," he said when he got close enough. That was all he could think of to say. He'd somehow lost the will to punch the other man.
Ken glanced up at the expletive, smiling his crooked, too-sharp smile. The blood drying on his face itched, he ignored the feeling. "Hey. So you found me. Didn't make it too hard for you, did I?"
Really, it was kind of hard to miss him, with all the murmurs and sidelong looks the people around were giving.
"No," Youji said, slowly extending a hand to help Ken to his feet. "Can't say that anyone else around here looks like you."
He did the full body scan, noticing the various wounds on his teammate's body. "So, what kind of mission was it that required this much fake blood? Undercover at a Halloween party?"
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Hell, maybe he was crazy. That was at least an easy explanation to the situation he'd found himself in--misplaced in time and space, or so it seemed.
He was sitting on the ground when Yohji approached, drawing little macabre designs on the cobblestones in a mixed ink of fake and real blood, from the sluggishly bleeding slice in his hand that he'd inflicted upon himself.
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That ended when he saw Ken, sitting on the street and bleeding all over the place, scaring off locals.
"Damn," he said when he got close enough. That was all he could think of to say. He'd somehow lost the will to punch the other man.
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Really, it was kind of hard to miss him, with all the murmurs and sidelong looks the people around were giving.
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He did the full body scan, noticing the various wounds on his teammate's body. "So, what kind of mission was it that required this much fake blood? Undercover at a Halloween party?"
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