i'm on a roll (maybe)
Technocracy AU
Drabble, 428 <--- lololol word count
Niou, Yagyuu <--- lololol look at the word count
WHEEEE
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Niou didn't like fighting on rooftops. He wasn't acrophobic, no. And it wasn't like he couldn't fly-- he could, if he wanted to. It was just the limited space and the proximity to the sky that made him dislike fighting on rooftops. Just to be clear though, he didn't despise rooftops entirely. His room at their hideout (and all their temporary hideouts) were on the top floor or nearly on the rooftop. He just hated them when he had to fight on them. Especially if he had to fight on them when it was raining.
Niou was buying Yuuta, Kirihara and Hiyoshi time. The Union had found their temporary hiding place somehow and they had to escape. Not to their "base" as Kirihara called it, but to another place. An address given to them by a man they met in a cellar-- Chitose Senri. Hiyoshi had said he didn't trust the man completely, but there was something about the man that Niou knew they could trust him. So he sent them there. Right now, he was facing off with the same man who had tried to get him all those years ago. The man in glasses. The Blacksuit leader who had been on their trail-- Yuuta's, Kirihara's and Hiyoshi's. Maybe he was the only one, but there were obviously others. He knew he was missing a few pieces of the puzzle, and sending his team-- his... friends to Chitose should give them the information they lacked. Especially on the Blacksuits. Yuuta could only do so much, after all.
"How long has it been, five years?" The man in glasses said. He was standing about twenty paces from Niou, one hand holding his gun (a special one, not like the handguns the police usually had-- this one shot fire bullets, maybe more.), the other taking off his glasses and tucking it in his breast pocket. He probably couldn't see with it properly thanks to the rain. "That should be just about right, isn't it? You should be about nineteen now, Masaharu."
Tsk-- that's right, he knew his name. And he was right, five years has passed since that first visit to his home. "You've been very resilient, Masaharu," the man continued. "Annoying, really, and foolish. Although I do have to commend your bravery. But it ends here. I will have you, and then your friends. You cannot stop the Union." The man smiled. Niou smiled in return. "Like I'd let you."
Thunder cracked overhead and the rain poured even harder. This was going to be a long, long night.
Drabble, 428 <--- lololol word count
Niou, Yagyuu <--- lololol look at the word count
WHEEEE
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Niou didn't like fighting on rooftops. He wasn't acrophobic, no. And it wasn't like he couldn't fly-- he could, if he wanted to. It was just the limited space and the proximity to the sky that made him dislike fighting on rooftops. Just to be clear though, he didn't despise rooftops entirely. His room at their hideout (and all their temporary hideouts) were on the top floor or nearly on the rooftop. He just hated them when he had to fight on them. Especially if he had to fight on them when it was raining.
Niou was buying Yuuta, Kirihara and Hiyoshi time. The Union had found their temporary hiding place somehow and they had to escape. Not to their "base" as Kirihara called it, but to another place. An address given to them by a man they met in a cellar-- Chitose Senri. Hiyoshi had said he didn't trust the man completely, but there was something about the man that Niou knew they could trust him. So he sent them there. Right now, he was facing off with the same man who had tried to get him all those years ago. The man in glasses. The Blacksuit leader who had been on their trail-- Yuuta's, Kirihara's and Hiyoshi's. Maybe he was the only one, but there were obviously others. He knew he was missing a few pieces of the puzzle, and sending his team-- his... friends to Chitose should give them the information they lacked. Especially on the Blacksuits. Yuuta could only do so much, after all.
"How long has it been, five years?" The man in glasses said. He was standing about twenty paces from Niou, one hand holding his gun (a special one, not like the handguns the police usually had-- this one shot fire bullets, maybe more.), the other taking off his glasses and tucking it in his breast pocket. He probably couldn't see with it properly thanks to the rain. "That should be just about right, isn't it? You should be about nineteen now, Masaharu."
Tsk-- that's right, he knew his name. And he was right, five years has passed since that first visit to his home. "You've been very resilient, Masaharu," the man continued. "Annoying, really, and foolish. Although I do have to commend your bravery. But it ends here. I will have you, and then your friends. You cannot stop the Union." The man smiled. Niou smiled in return. "Like I'd let you."
Thunder cracked overhead and the rain poured even harder. This was going to be a long, long night.