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TITLE: In a Different Light

AUTHOR: Tal & Thorn (evilninja1979@yahoo.com)

FANDOM: Heat Guy J

RATING: NC-17

WARNINGS: Yaoi, BDSM, some Non-con in later chapters, Blatant Drug use, violence (both sexual and non-sexual)

SUMMARY: Clair Leonelli is targeted by a sniper & Daisuke is called in to act a bodyguard for him. Main Pairing Clair X Daisuke. Some others implied.

AUTHOR'S NOTES: This takes place after Dais and Clair face off on top of the Vita building, but before Episode #16 (Target). Liberties were taken with characters� pasts but with only 26 episodes total we believe there is room for that. Reviews are greatly appreciated.

DISCLAIMER: Don�t own them, not making any money off them.

Chapter 16

�Don�t look at me like that, you damned werewolf! Just do it already!� Clair glared at Boma, hands on his hips and purple eyes narrowed. �Do you want to save Daisuke or not?�

�Yes, but,� the beast head hesitated uncharacteristically. �I don�t understand how this will help our cause.�

�You�ve already told me you know these guys, right? So, you are going to take me to them as a captive,� Clair explained again. �Once I�m in I can find Dice and get us both out.�

�I don�t think it will be that easy.�

�You�ll be around, won�t you?� Clair grinned. �I know you won�t let anything happen to either of us. Right?�

Boma mumbled something under his breath but picked up the rope Clair had thrown at him. He pulled the Vampire�s arms behind his back and braced them with one hand while uncurling the rope with the other.

�Hang on.� Claire shook his arms loose from Boma�s grip. �You can�t drag me in there all clean and sparkling. Black my eye or something.�

�Or something?� Boma stood holding the rope looking rather perplexed. Finally he shrugged. �If that�s what you want.� He laid the rope aside and considered Clair for a moment before drawing his fist back.

A gentle hand stayed his arm. �Um, Edmundo sent me. He said you two would probably go through with some hair-brained scheme. Not very well thought out and sloppily executed. But, and I quote, what should he expect from a hardened felon and a drugged out mafia head. Now personally, I think that he was being a bit harsh. But Kenny can get worked up and the first thing to go is his manners.�

Boma turned his head to look directly into Edmundo�s partner�s face. �You found us quickly.� He didn�t seem surprised to see the young detective, only to see him this soon. His dark eyes searched Romeo�s face, seemingly looking for an explanation of his speedy arrival.

�I can�t believe that old hack sent mini-cop after us,� Clair glared at Romeo. �Run along and play cops and robbers with someone else. We�re busy here.�

Though Romeo was full blooded Italian, he didn�t have the temper to go with it. At least not when it came to Clair�s snippy comments.

�Well, I am a detective,� he said to Boma. �Finding people is kinda what we do.� He shrugged and turned his attention to Clair. �I�m not entirely sure what Kenny was thinking but he had to have a good reason to send me, Mr. Leonelli. Dais is-- and don�t tell Kenny I told you this. Dais is one of his closest friends. He really cares about him.� He ran a hand through his jet black hair. �But your plan is way too obvious. You don�t actually expect anyone to believe that the Vampire was taken down by a black eye and some rope. If I were some big mafia mucky-muck� Well, with all due respect, Mr. Leonelli. I�d see right through you.�

Clair�s sinister glare lessened a bit. �You have a point,� he reluctantly admitted. He paced the small space that had already been crowded with just him and Boma. The other two men could almost hear the gears turning in his mind as he took the two steps one way then back the other, chewing on his lip ring as he thought. �A good point, mini-cop.� Claire�s purple-pink eyes fell on Romeo, an evil genius spark lighting them up.

�Mr. Leonelli,� Boma voiced his name as a warning. He didn�t like the way Clair was looking at the young cop and was worried that he knew exactly what Clair was planning.

�Well, I appreciate that you see that. Now what I was thinking was that we have guys on the force who do undercover stuff. And they�re really good at what they do. I could make a couple calls and�� Romeo trailed off as he met the crazy look in Clair�s eyes. �Why are you staring at me like that?� When Clair didn�t answer, Romeo attempted to continue with the explanation of his idea. �Don�t you thing it would be more your style to walk right in offering a suitable trade for your lover?�

�And watch that fact being played on tomorrow�s news? I don�t think so. It�d ruin Dice�s career. Not to mention make him the target of everyone who wants my job.� Clair shook his head. �No, this has to be done quietly. With no one the wiser and--� He stopped suddenly and narrowed his eyes at Romeo. �Hey, did Kenny send our an e-mail to all his friends and colleagues about me and Dice?�

Romeo blushed a bit. �No. I just kind of inferred it from how determined you are to get him back. Guess it�s the hopeless romantic in me.�

Clair gave him a wide grin. �Then you must understand me. I�m just as hopeless. I�ve gone to some pretty extreme lengths to get him and I�ll go even farther to keep him.� Clair moved suddenly, ramming his good shoulder into Romeo�s chest and knocking the wind out of him. The Vampire reached under the detective�s coat and pulled out his gun. Stepping back, barrel trained on Romeo, Clair grinned evilly and laughed his unique crazy laugh.

Boma started towards Clair but the Vampire squeezed off a shot that barely missed Romeo. �Come now, Boma. Aren�t you on my side?�

Moving to stand, Romeo tried diplomacy. He made sure every move was slow and not perceived as a threat. �Now, Mr. Leonelli, I fail to see how shooting me is going to help you.�

�Relax, mini-cop. I�m not going to shot you.� Again, the evil laughter. �As long as you play nice.�

�That�s what I�m here for. To help you.� Romeo reached out his hand, hoping this was just a test of trust. �So, if you�ll give me back my piece.�

�Not yet. I still have a use for it.� Clair gave them both a grin that hardened into a steely face he rarely showed. �I am going to get him back. No matter what I have to do.� Holding the gun steady with one hand, Clair unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged out of it. His shoulder was revealed, scarred and only partially healed from the gunshot wounds that started it all.

Getting what the crazy Vampire intended to do, Romeo rushed to pull the gun away. �If you insist on doing this, let me. I�m a sharpshooter. I can make it look worse than it is. I think Boma would agree we need you as uninjured as possible.�

Clair shoved Romeo away. �I can do this myself. I doubt you actually have the stomach for it. And you need not be all weepy and shit so that you can keep me from bleeding too much.� Before either one could move to stop him (not that Boma seemed too inclined to try), Clair pressed the gun to his shoulder, just above his old wound and pulled the trigger.

Crying out, he dropped the gun and staggered back. Blinking away tears of pain, he inspected his shoulder. �Fuck. I forgot how much being shot hurts,� he mumbled.

Boma used one arm to support the Vampire. �It�s a clean entry and exit.� The werewolf lowered the half-conscious Clair to the ground. �Let�s get to work. We have to hurry if we want to save Daisuke.�

�Shit. What are we gonna do, Raymund?� Tony was shaking the hell out of an unresponsive Daisuke. �How the fuck do we wake him up?�

Raymund shooed Tony away and set to work checking Daisuke�s vitals. �He was already on something, I�d guess. And that big dose we gave him along with what Arrion�s goon gave him was too much. Oh, Arrion is not going to be happy.�

�Not happy?� Tony grabbed Raymund by his flashy collar. �Look pal, you�re indispensable to him. It ain�t you who�s gonna be skinned alive for this! You�d better help me!� Tony was panicking in a big way. �Charlie!� He turned to his partner and started barking out orders. �Get the hell out of here! Now! Go to the usual place and wait for me.�

�You idiot. Get back here. You book now and Arrion will know you did it. Now who�s to say he didn�t do it to himself?� Raymund smiled and pointed to a pile of luggage in the corner of the studio space. �Charlie, sweetheart. Bring me those.� He gestured for Tony to go to the wardrobe racks. �Fetch him something� Appropriate for his non-traditional burial. And hurry.�

�You artist types ain�t right,� Tony mumbled going over to where he was sent. �Appropriate, huh? Let�s see what we got.�

�Just do it. We�ll conjecture on my state of rightness once we�ve got your ass out of the fryer, okay?� Raymund began to shift through the cases and bags Charlie was carting over. He pulled out several bottles and a box of stylist�s gloves. �Hold him up, Charlie sweetheart.�

Tony returned with a few items in hand. �This what you�re thinking?� He held out some red leather short shorts, a half-top with a Hostess Twinkie on it and hip high red leather boots.

�That�ll do,� Raymund barely glanced at the outfit before turning back to the bottle of blue goo he was shaking. �Don�t twitch, Charlie. This smells pretty bad, but it�s got to be done.� He poured the goo into Daisuke�s hair and used his gloved hands to spread it out.

�So how�s this gonna get us out of the fryer. We still have to tell him the blonde cop�s gone, don�t we?�

�Yes. But he�ll appreciate my hard work in hiding the body. Since you helped me, he won�t kill you. See?� Raymund paused to see if the goo was evenly spread out. �Once that dries, we can comb out the chucks and it�ll look a couple weeks old. Now,� he grabbed the clothes away from Tony. �Help me dress him. We can dump him off in some alley on the bad end of town and the cops won�t think twice about another drugged out boy-toy OD-ing. They probably won�t even run an ID check, assuming that he�s an illegal.�

�You do something less resputible-like before you became a photographer?� Tony asked as he slid one boot on Daisuke�s foot and leg. �Cause I�m thinking you could run Arrion out business with a brain like that.�

�I used to run errands like you guys. Well, more upscale and more killing people. But it wasn�t very satisfying work. Now, Charlie sweetheart, take this.� He handed Charlie a comb. �Run it his through his hair and see if it comes out sticky. If not, comb it all out. Make sure you get out all the chunks.� He turned back to his luggage and came out with a thin piece of paper with several black lines scrawled over it and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. He pressed the paper to Daisuke�s bare thigh and poured the alcohol over it. Using a thick wad of cotton balls, he rubbed the paper until the black was no longer on it. �See, instant tattoo.� He peeled the paper away and smiled at his handiwork. �And,� he took out a tiny compact and set to work on Daisuke�s face, creating a small but realistic looking scar just over his lip. �Small, but believable details are the key. Don�t you think?�

Tony just stared. �You really need to teach me some of them tricks. He don�t look anything like the guy we brought in. Nothing at all.�

�That�s the idea. You done there, Charlie? Good. Let�s load him into the truck and get going.� Raymund stood and peeled off his gloves. �I�ll call Arrion once we�ve disposed of him. And don�t jostle him so much. He�s still alive but not for much longer. It would be to our advantage if he dies at the place we dump him not somewhere in route.�

�Master Clair,� Giovanni called out his name as he entered the warehouse Mitchal had directed him to, Ian in tow. �I�m back and I have some--� He stopped when he saw Mitchal. He looked around for Clair, but only found Edmundo. �What�s he doing here?� He expected to hear Clair�s voice offer the insane and yet oh-so-rational explanation from some shadow.

Edmundo stepped forward. �Your Master has taken matters into his own hands. He and the wolf creature took off and you can well guess there was no stopping them.�

Mitchal leaned on the make-shift desk and gave Ian a weary look. He moved his hand just slightly to indicate that he needed the comfort of having his lover near. �I can only imagine what he�s going through, boss.�

Leaning on the crate next to Mitchal, Ian glanced at Giovanni who looked like he was going to start screaming. �So, you know where they got to?� He asked Edmundo before Giovanni could start on his murderous rampage.

�Yeah, Boma led Clair off to where the guys who took Dias most likely are. In other words, Mr. Leonelli took it upon himself to go into the lion�s den.� Edmundo was smaller than Giovanni, though he didn�t seem to be intimidated by the difference in size.

�He did what?� Giovanni looked to Mitchal for confirmation.

�It�s true,� Mitchal sighed. �He told me to wait here for you. Sorry, boss. I know it�s not what you wanted to hear.�

�Damn right it�s not.� Giovanni was starting to twitch and the vein in his forehead was throbbing. �How the hell am I supposed to protect him when he does crazy shit like this?�

�Um, boss?� Ian spoke up. �He is with Boma. He should be fine for now. And if we hurry, maybe we can catch up before he does something too stupid.�

�Maybe,� Giovanni snarled and turned his glare on Edmundo. He knew how fast Clair could do something stupid. It wouldn�t take him much longer than that to do something too stupid. �Where is he headed?�

�Well, now that the whole motley crew is assembled, we can get going. I know exactly where to go. How fast can you guys go? I have a few cop-driving courses under my belt, so it might be hard for you to keep up.� Edmundo was joking around to hide his nervousness.

�We�ll let Mitchal drive,� Ian smirked at Edmundo. �He took those classes too. And a few advanced lessons on running from the cops who took the classes with him.�

�I swear, Dais. They are going to take my freaking badge for this.� Edmundo jammed his hands in his ratty trench coat�s pockets, leading the way out of the warehouse. �You�d better be alright. It would be worth it if you are.� He got into his car, still talking to his absent friend. �You need to be around cuz I gotta tell you something. I need to know what to do about him. Yeah, you�ll mock me. But I can�t think of anyone else to tell.�
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