TSUBASA
Part III- White Feathers
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Yohji crinkled his nose against the staunch stink of the docks.  
According to Birman's information, a whole load of weapons was 
changing hands tonight.  That ment it was time for the white saints 
to stalk their prey.  Just 3 unimportant targets, kill and get out. 
 Ryokai.  Easy job for Balinese and Siberian.

But he was still uneasy.  Obviously it wasn't Omi that worried him, 
cram school didn't exactly top the list of "Most Dangerous Places."  
But Aya and that kid, Nagi... There was just something about the 
situation that didn't feel quite right.

There was a flash of light, Ken's signal.  Time for action.

A black truck pulled into view.  A tall man stepped out of the cab and 
checked his watch.  In a flash, Yohji recognized him as one of the 
targets.  Out of the cornor of his eye he caught the swish of movement 
as Ken got into position.  The moonlight glittered on bared bugnuks as 
Ken prepared to strike. [Author's note: This fic is why a non-anime 
watching friend of mine has declared Ken her favorite anime 
character... I've got no idea why...]

Suddenly, a foghorn echoed through the air.  Both assasins shrank back,
 the silence they thrived upon broken.  Yohji reached down to his 
wrist band and pulled out a length of wire, it looked like he'd have 
to back Ken up after all.  Shit, he needed a cigarette.  What he 
wouldn't give to be sitting in a club somewhere, with some girl, 
instead of freezng on a dock behind a pile of crates.  He heard the 
subtle click of a lip being loaded into a gun, and felt the hairs on 
the back of his neck raise.  Had they been spotted?  Hee shook his 
head. /Gotta keep it together, Balinese/ he reminded himself, using 
his codename to try and get more into the assasin "mood".  He turned 
and deftly dissapeared back into the maze of crates and nets, a black 
angel with razor strands of gossamer steel.

If he'd timed it right, he'd end up behind the target about the same 
time the shipment arrived.  Somewhere, behind him, a crate fell.  he 
sharply dodged right, he was being followed and had to leave that 
follower behind.

He pulled the wire taunt as he could without the screeching noise that 
would reveal him.  There was only the soft padding of footsteps and the 
slight lapping of water.  After a few moments, the burly hitman came 
into view.

Yohji yanked the wire taunt, the cold sound causing the man's head to 
turn.  But before he could lift his gun, the strands of wire were upon 
him.  He was bound with the steel, one taunt strand across the soft 
flesh of his neck.

Yphji's feet landed, finally coming back to the ground after his 
leaping attack, and he jurked his hand forward, bring the strands of 
wire with it.

Only a sharp intake of breath, and the man fell, his throat severed 
before he could even scream.

Ken's strike wasn't as clean.  Yohji heard the scream as bugnuks tore 
across a spinal cord, and the gargled end as he hit the neck.  Messy.

Yohji kicked his victim over, it wasn't one of the targets.  That ment 
two more souls for WeiB to drag into hell.

The rain fell.
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Nagi sobbed softly into Aya's shoulder, while the man carefully 
stroked his hair.  Aya was confused, he hadn't been this close to 
anyone since his sister's accident.  But even as his hands trembled 
with uncertainty, he found himself comforting the young boy.

He clenched his teeth.  What was he doing?  This kid was one of the 
enemy.  He *protected* Takatori.  Why did Aya still feel like this? 
 Why did he sympathize with another life torn by vengence and pain? 
Another killer.  Another...

Aya pulled back from Nagi, and the boy looked up at him, questioning, 
tears glittering in sorrow-filled eyes.

Aya leaned closer to the boy, and their lips met, both reveling in the 
warmth of the other.

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Author's Rant: Okay, here's what happened with this chapter.  It 
originally ws just the Aya and Nagi stuff, with this poem at the 
beginning.  I had the mission written in a different fic (that one 
never got finished...)  But the poem kept getting on my nerves, so I 
just cut, pasted, and put in a bit about Yohji worrying about Aya and 
such, plus it kept this from being way too short...  Anywhos! back to 
the story! ((Oh, and thanks to all who have reviwed it already, I love 
you guys! ~.^))
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