[log] Kamio, Oshitari

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Date: 02.17.2006, late night
Rating: NC17 / violence, a bit graphic, language
Summary: A simple mission for two members of Red Team doesn't go as planned.
Notes: Three dead.



Kamio crouched down on one knee close to the concrete riser. His fingers rested on his bent knee, lean and twitching with adrenaline build up. Every muscle was tense to the point of shaking -- just the effort required to hold still for the past twenty minutes was considerable for the small redhead, and even then
Oshitari's power was probably the only reason he'd been able to hold still this long. Though he could feel his adrenaline spiking in the silence between himself and the other mutant.

Still, there was no reason to talk. They had orders. And the mission was simple, really.

The short version: hit and run, no survivors.

Kamio flexed his fingers, curling his fist up tight around the strap that held the bugnucks in place on the back of his hand. The blades were heavy and sharp, curving over his knuckles. Rolling his fist, he went over the more detailed information that had been handed to him in his 'meeting' with Sakaki -- which had turned out to be little more than that damn bimbo secretary of his handing him a folder and smiling.

The redhead was going to learn to fear anytime Shiiba said 'have fun' to him. Really.

Still, it was easy enough to take out a newly elected, albeit low-level, Diet member that had some heavy connections to the anti-mutant movement. Especially before he started to make in-roads into the political fray. If he died now, there would be less of a chance of him becoming a martyr later. And at least Shiiba had proven useful for something -- big surprise there -- as she had provided a neatly typed schedule of several events that the man would be going to, and his planned routes.

It would only be one car tonight, heading back from a large fund-raiser that had little do with mutants on the surface. Kamio could have cared less about that, however. Their orders were to take out the one car. And he was more than content to leave the flashy, kill-'em-all type missions to those who had powers better suited for it.

Blue eyes darted from the still-empty road stretched out ahead of him to the other mutant nearby, then back to the road as headlights rounded the bend.

"Ready, Fiction?" he whispered.

Concentrating on Kamio's near silent breathing, Oshitari was concentrating hard on keeping the speed mutant feeling calm. It was fortunate that the illusion of being stripped of feeling was easier than creating one in another. Or at least he hoped so. He'd been dubious about this mission, with how his power had been acting the past couple of weeks. But confidence in his ability won out, and he'd agreed to help the redhead take out the target.

His part in this was simple; to keep Kamio's adrenaline under control by utilizing his power to keep the other calm, and to do whatever he could to aid the redhead in his mission. Since it was technically his first mission with Kamio, he was determined not to let his trouble with his powers get in the way.

Risking a quick glance at the oncoming vehicle, he crept up closer to Kamio, absently brushing at his black clothing before answering. "Yes", he murmured back quietly, fingers curling around the hidden blade tucked securely in his boot, waiting for Kamio's signal to release his hold on the redhead and direct it at the car.

Kamio gave a curt now, shifting as slowly as he could. He rose up, one foot still flat on the ground and the toes of the other pressed hard against the concrete. He could his feel his pulse rate rising -- his breathing with it -- as the adrenaline built up. He'd spent too long holding still. Though at least Oshitari's powers kept him from feeling the nervous buzz that usually accompanied a build up on energy.

Still, he was eager to let go. Curling his fist tighter, he waited until the lone car was closer to the underpass and hissed under his breath, "Now."

It was like a string snapped, a sudden rush of tension and pressure that had been pulled to tight finally released inside of him. The redhead pushed off the ground, legs pumping and full speed reached before even half a heartbeat had passed. He was a blur approaching the car, skidding down so that he could take a well-aimed swipe at the first tire within reach.

It popped and hissed, the car swerving a bit to one side. Not that it mattered; Kamio was already out of range of the vehicle as it skidded to halt, and came back in just as quickly, hitting a second tire.

They weren't going anywhere now.

Oshitari leapt off the riser after Kamio took off, but the energy he'd kept trained on the redhead snapped abruptly and slapped back at his mind, like a stretched out rubber band. He staggered back against the riser, hand clutching his head for a split second as he gritted his teeth and fought the sudden sharp spike of pain away. This wasn't the time, damn it. He sprinted quickly towards the swerving car, training his sharp eyesight on the driver's window. Picking out a silhouette, he forced out more of his power, aiming for the driver. He saw Kamio out of the corner of his eye, already taking out the bodyguard that came out of the car ready to fire.

Oshitari's own aim was poor; he missed the driver, catching the shadow of what looked to be a woman in the car clutching her head and screaming. He couldn't feel if his energy was even connecting with anything...and that was bad. He should be able to sense some sort of connection with another mind. Quickly enough he arrived at the car, intending to lean down and grab his knife, take out the driver. Kamio was already making quick work of whoever exited the car.

He would have admired the bloody handiwork...if a hand hadn't fisted into his hair and yanked him back, another hand cutting off his windpipe. He hadn't even seen the figure exit the other side of the car and make its way around behind him. Shocked, he clawed at the choking hand, trying to call out for Kamio, but nothing came out. He felt warm breath at his ear, whispering.

"If it isn't Oshitari-kun...we've heard reports you were still in Japan."

Desperate now, he kicked back against the man's legs, trying to concentrate enough to use his power, but nothing happened. The voice didn't seem concerned about the massacre still going on mere feet away, dragging Oshitari back from it further and further.

His vision was blurred, movements so quick that he was only registering vague shapes around him and sounds. Even as he'd cut the second tire open, he'd registered movement ahead of him, altered his path and caught the first guard in the stomach with the blades of his bugnuck. Muscle and flab offered little resistance to the sharpened claws; the man screamed, then fell, his body twitching.

Kamio didn't bother with a second slice. He heard the car door opening, a woman's screaming getting louder and turned just to catch sight of his target dragging her from the vehicle.

Blue eyes narrowed, brows creased. Idiot human, he thought, taking off again. There was no possible way to run from him.

The woman stumbled just as Kamio darted around the front of the car, her shoe catching on the hem of her long, blue gown. Crying and wailing, she turned her head just as the redhead drew back his fist.

A second later, and she was perfectly quiet, her throat ripped out.

Kamio turned his attention on the target. The man had stopped, but only for a moment, to gawk at the blood-splattered mutant, then turned and ran again.

He didn't even make it to the other side of the road. The redhead bore down on him, slashing first his back and then his chest, tearing big gashing holes into his body. He stopped then, panting hard and his eyes darting around the tunnel as another figure opened a car door and slipped out.

"Fucking hell," he hissed, gaze following the man to where another was struggling with his teammate. "Shit…Tari!"

"Backups on its way, sir", the driver gasped as he ran behind Oshitari's captor, keeping man and mutant between himself and the redheaded killing machine.

"Good, good", the man murmured pleasantly back, seemingly not affected by the carnage or the desperately struggling mutant in his hold.

Oshitari was, at this moment, trying to force himself to calm down enough to think rationally. The bastard still had his air cut off, fingers skillfully constricting his windpipe. If he could just reach for his knife...He was cautiously reaching down for his upraised foot, on hand still trying to pry off the choking fingers when he heard the squeal of tires. Another car. Not good. He had to get loose and get loose now.

A shift in the man's hold on him put his face back at eye level, and now instead of the blackness of the tunnel he could see sprawled, lifeless shapes around the car, could see a flash of red not so far from him. He almost relaxed, seeing Kamio.

Until he saw one of the shapes on the ground move, and the unmistakable gleam of a gun barrel...

Eyes widening, he tried to choke out a warning; nothing. Gathering up all the energy he possibly could, he threw everything at the mind of the one holding the gun. He felt the immediate link with the man's mind, actually felt the split second when his mind twisted.

He heard the scream, and then the loud report of the gun firing. He saw Kamio drop.

Oshitari's mind froze the moment he saw his teammate go down. It was that moment that the backup car pulled up behind his captor, his one chance to grasp his knife and plunge it into the man's flesh to get away as the grip on his neck loosened momentarily to drag him back again.

His one chance. His hand was mere inches from the knife hilt under his jeans. And instead he choked out one anguished cry, the same that was ringing ceaselessly in his head.

"AKIRA!!"

He fought harder now, pulling hard and desperately at the hands still containing him, trying to reach the redhead. His psionic energy, always festering in his head, was still twisting the mind in its grip, tearing it to bits. He wasn't even aware of it, grunting at the impossibly strong hands viciously pulling him back towards the waiting car.

"Hurry up! We can use this one..." It was the only warning he got before he felt a needle being jabbed hard into his arm. His wild thrashing abruptly subsided, his body too heavy to move, and his mind, despite his all-consuming panic, disconnected from reality. He crumpled back into waiting arms, felt himself being sprawled on the floor of what must have been another limousine. Car doors slammed shut, and he was aware the car was now vibrating in motion.

Akira...Akira...no...

Eyes clenched shut and teeth grinding against each other, the redhead held back the scream as he hit the ground and rolled to one side. The pain was sharp, searing in the back of his calf; the muscle twitched and spasmed. He heard screaming…his name.

Oh fuck.

"Ta..tarishit," he gasped, sitting up and pressing his back against the car. He could hear car tires screeching nearby. Taking hold of the bumper, the redhead hoisted himself up and ignored the pain that coursed through his calf. He could only watch, though -- wide-eyed and panting heavily -- as another car swerved onto the main road.

Two steps away from the car, fully intent on bearing down on the speeding limousine, but the muscle couldn't take his weight. The red-haired mutant stumbled, cursed loudly and violently, as the car rounded the bend. Kamio was shaking, rage out of control and adrenaline spiking between his temper and the pain. A groan drew his attention.

Blue eyes rounded on the man lying nearby. His stomach was cut open; there was blood covering the front of his body, but he was still alive. Staggering to his feet, but not daring his full speed, the slim redhead made his way over to the human. "Where is he?" he hissed, straddling the man and grabbing his shirt collar to pull him up. The man's head lolled back, eyes blank and unfocused.

"Where the fuck is he?" Kamio demanded again, punctuating it with a rough shake. "Where the fuck are they taking him?"

A groan answered.

Kamio drew back his fist, let the punch land. The claws hit, sunk into the flesh. The other fist followed, then another, until the man was mangled and no longer breathing. It was the only far off sounds of sirens that brought the redhead out of his fury. He certainly wouldn't do Oshitari much good if he was captured or worse by a bunch of idiot humans.

Gasping for breath, he forced himself back to his feet. Pure adrenaline clouded his mind; the pain was there, enough to make him wince and curse more, but he forced himself to ignore. He had to get back to
the manor. Get Saeki.

Find Oshitari.

His movements were slower than normal for him, but still enough. Limping slightly and hissing in pain with each quickening step, he abandoned the carnage.

Sprawled on his side on the floor or the speeding car, Oshitari vainly tried to move. A finger, a muscle...anything. Nothing. He tried summoning up a little energy to throw around...nothing. Had he used it all up trying to prevent Kamio's death?

No. Kamio wasn't dead. There was no way the redhead was dead. He wouldn't believe it. Couldn't.

His thoughts were interrupted by a heavy boot resting on his neck. Which was quite the mocking gesture, seeing as whatever drug they had pumped into him was fully incapacitating him. His eyes managed to roll up, seeking. A very tall man in flawless military regalia smirked down at him, pressed his foot down harder. Oshitari couldn't even work his throat enough to protest, but his dark eyes promised a cold death to the man, who laughed and accepted a lit cigar from some other occupant in the car. He blew a plume of smoke into his face.

"Oshitari Yuushi...well this is a fine catch. Who knew you were a mutant? Doctor, did you happen to measure him?"

"His energy was off the meter. He's definitely a mutant. He'll prove invaluable to my research..."

The tall man chuckled, cut him off. "First things first. Our organization was lied to. Reparations must be made." The two laughed at that, and Oshitari tried one last time to summon enough energy in his mind to do something, anything to them. Another plume of smoke blew into his face.

"Don't worry, Oshitari-kun. You'll like where we're going. The doctor here will take very good care of you..."

Oshitari fought against it, but he was fading. The harsh laughing of the tall man was all he heard as he fell unconscious into the void.