The room was a sea of red in various shades and patterns, some brought on by his own hands, others by his partner’s dangerous talents, but the most concerning was the dark hue seeping into Youichi’s trousers.
A shade he really wished was just a figment of his imagination as they were backed into a corner, trap artfully sprung by their arch-nemesis gang. Kuramochi swearing he could hear Raichi’s laugh above the repeated gun fire, watching from the corner of his eye as Sawamura and Miyuki returned fire to cover their position.
“Hang on Ryou, we’ll get you out of here.” Youichi trying his best to soothe both Ryousuke and himself.
If its the last thing I do.
Hearing from a distance the pause as Sawamura and Miyuki traded shots in tandem to re-load, Youichi waiting for his chance as he heard the echoes stop from across the room. Moving quickly to place Ryousuke gingerly to the ground before pushing up suddenly to return fire- catching the young gang leader Sanada by surprise as a bullet lodged messily in his exposed shoulder from Youichi’s shot.
Hearing the swearing and shouting from his position as Youichi returned to safety behind the solid bar counter, moving them both quickly to a different location within cover in case any bullets just happened to piece through the material.
Trembling as Ryousuke remained motionless, the pool of blood growing wider as Youichi replaced his hand back over the wound to apply firm pressure, praying Sanada’s injury would force them to retreat.
Gunfire restarting before another cry rang out in the room from across the space, Sawamura’s shout of triumph giving some reassurance as Youichi checked Ryousuke’s pulse to find it growing ever weaker.
Youichi’s vision blurring, wetness stinging in the corners of his eyes as he watched the liquid melt into the red slowly staining the floor. Barely registering when a pair of hands firmly gripped his shoulders, lightly shaking to as not disturb the figure laying carefully against Youichi’s side.
“Youichi we have to move him now, just in case they decide to come back with reinforcements to finish what they started.” Miyuki’s voice snapping Youichi’s focus back to clarity, tang of blood filling his nostrils to only drive him forward.
Pausing when another hand firmly gripped Youichi’s own in the form of a promise.
“I won't leave you… Youichi.” Ryousuke managing to speak before the extent of his wound caused him to pass out, Youichi quickly and carefully lifting Ryousuke over his shoulder as Sawamura and Miyuki lead the way out of the building.
Sweating vengeance against Yakushi if it was the last thing Youichi ever did.
FILL: Team MIYUKI KAZUYA/SAWAMURA EIJUN, T
Tags: blood, guns and a little violence
Word count: 444
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The room was a sea of red in various shades and patterns, some brought on by his own hands, others by his partner’s dangerous talents, but the most concerning was the dark hue seeping into Youichi’s trousers.
A shade he really wished was just a figment of his imagination as they were backed into a corner, trap artfully sprung by their arch-nemesis gang. Kuramochi swearing he could hear Raichi’s laugh above the repeated gun fire, watching from the corner of his eye as Sawamura and Miyuki returned fire to cover their position.
“Hang on Ryou, we’ll get you out of here.” Youichi trying his best to soothe both Ryousuke and himself.
If its the last thing I do.
Hearing from a distance the pause as Sawamura and Miyuki traded shots in tandem to re-load, Youichi waiting for his chance as he heard the echoes stop from across the room. Moving quickly to place Ryousuke gingerly to the ground before pushing up suddenly to return fire- catching the young gang leader Sanada by surprise as a bullet lodged messily in his exposed shoulder from Youichi’s shot.
Hearing the swearing and shouting from his position as Youichi returned to safety behind the solid bar counter, moving them both quickly to a different location within cover in case any bullets just happened to piece through the material.
Trembling as Ryousuke remained motionless, the pool of blood growing wider as Youichi replaced his hand back over the wound to apply firm pressure, praying Sanada’s injury would force them to retreat.
Gunfire restarting before another cry rang out in the room from across the space, Sawamura’s shout of triumph giving some reassurance as Youichi checked Ryousuke’s pulse to find it growing ever weaker.
Youichi’s vision blurring, wetness stinging in the corners of his eyes as he watched the liquid melt into the red slowly staining the floor. Barely registering when a pair of hands firmly gripped his shoulders, lightly shaking to as not disturb the figure laying carefully against Youichi’s side.
“Youichi we have to move him now, just in case they decide to come back with reinforcements to finish what they started.” Miyuki’s voice snapping Youichi’s focus back to clarity, tang of blood filling his nostrils to only drive him forward.
Pausing when another hand firmly gripped Youichi’s own in the form of a promise.
“I won't leave you… Youichi.” Ryousuke managing to speak before the extent of his wound caused him to pass out, Youichi quickly and carefully lifting Ryousuke over his shoulder as Sawamura and Miyuki lead the way out of the building.
Sweating vengeance against Yakushi if it was the last thing Youichi ever did.