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Title: No Mercy

Author: Blythe

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Disclaimer:
Alack, alas…they are not mine. *sigh*
This is a work of fanfiction and is not for profit.

Rating:
NC-17, language and lemon (eventually)

Pairing:
Aya/Yohji (naturally)

A/N: This
may be the last update for a little while.
I will try not to keep it on hiatus for too long, but I am in the
process of moving cross-country and it’s taking over my life right now. I beg forgiveness.

Thank you to Marasmine for betaing and wailing and
supporting.

Thanks to Assassins Anonymous for nagging. (Now, update, all of you!)

Chapter 4: Jigsaw

Yes. That really was Yohji.

The words echoed through Omi’s mind over and over as he
tried to get to sleep that night.
Suddenly, all of the niggling little fragments of information were
starting to click into place. Like the
frame of a puzzle coming together, but the center of the picture still in
scattered pieces.

The missions. The
missions had been too well planned for one of Kritiker’s regular intel
gathering grunts. No. They’d been planned by someone with field
experience. Lots of it.

It was more than that though, and Omi cursed himself for not
seeing it sooner. Those missions had more
than just field experience behind them.
They were perfectly planned for the dynamics of Weiss. The placement of long range vs. close combat
weapons. The field leader on point. Everything.

Damn it! He really
should have seen this sooner.

Still, he pushed the self-recriminations aside for a moment
and breathed a sigh of relief. Yohji was
alive.

Yohji was still in Tokyo.

And, if what Aya said was true, Yohji had another fucking
hole that needed to be patched up thanks to Weiss! The man never did know when to stop, when to
take care of himself instead of his family.

Family. That’s what
they were. Or, what they were supposed
to be anyway, Omi thought. Well, he’d
already lost one family and he’d be damned if he’d lose another. Yohji had looked after all of them in his own
way. Omi had wanted to help him when
he’d packed him off to the cabin with Aya and he still wanted to help him. And now he had enough information to start
another search.

He’d find him.

He had to.

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“You know what would be good right about now? An extra pair
of hands and eyes in the back of my head!”

‘Who are you talking
to?’

“Oh, shut up!”

‘Ooh. Good comeback.
Not just crazy, but witty too! Everything he looks for in a man, I’m sure.’

Gods, but his inner voice had a lot of attitude!

“Everyone talks to themselves. It’s not a sign of insanity!”

‘Right. Insanity is
repeating the same action, expecting a different result. Well, I think you’ve pretty
much nailed that one.’

Wow. That was so uncalled for.

‘Well, it’s true,
isn’t it? I mean, think about it. You slept with Asuka and where is she now?
And Keiji? Don’t see him around anywhere. And now, Aya. Nope, not a trace of
him here. But, he could have died tonight, huh? And who put him there? Who
planned that mission?’

“But he didn’t die. He wasn’t even injured and that was
because of me, too.”

‘Oh, I see. So, as
long as you cover your ass, you can continue to endanger people? You can go on
wrecking the lives of some and taking the lives of the rest? How nice for you.’

“Shut up! Damn you! I knew he’d need back-up. I knew that
security was too spread out to be covered by the three of them. I had to be
there.”

‘When you gonna
learn?’

“What?”

‘Come on. Tattooed it
on your skin and you still forget.’

“No.”

‘Yes.’

“No! This was different.”

‘Tsk-tsk. It’ll never
be different. No one is ever going to love you. Just face it. Why are you even
trying to patch that? You know you can’t do it on your own. You’re not going to
go to Magicbus. You can’t go anywhere else. So, why don’t you just sit and
wait? Of course, it’ll take a while. It’s not bleeding nearly fast enough
anymore. Maybe you should just, you know, help it along a little?’

He turned to the window.
There it was again; the pitiful, pallid light that foretold the coming
day. He hated how it leeched the life
from the earth, the color from the sky, the warmth from the skin. It was an ill omen that he was awake to see
it again.

He looked down at the gauze in his hand, then turned to the
mirror to take in his appearance. He
noted the hollow eyes, the gaunt face, the hole in his shoulder, and the steady
flow of blood that looked too red against his once tanned skin. He took it all in with an almost clinical
apathy.

‘Is there really
anything here worth saving?’

His vision grew dark around the edges and he could feel
unconsciousness calling for him. He
gritted his teeth and probed the wound, using the pain to drown out the
voice. The wound seemed neat enough and
he taped the gauze in place the best he could.

He just wasn’t ready to give up yet.

What was it that they said?

Quitters never win, winners never quit; but those who never
win and never quit are idiots.

Yeah, that was it.

‘Well,’ he thought,
as he slipped into his robe, ‘Aya always
said I was an idiot.’

He made it to the kitchen table before he passed out.

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Manx read over the report again. Something was wrong. She listened to the recordings from the
comlinks and couldn’t shake the feeling that she wasn’t hearing
everything. Something had happened
during last night’s mission and Weiss didn’t want her to know.

She sighed. Hadn’t
they figured out by now that there was nothing that she couldn’t find out?

It was something about Abyssinian’s part that wasn’t making
sense. He’d been pinned down. Even using the target’s body as a shield
wouldn’t have gotten him past two gunmen unscathed. She was glad he wasn’t dead, but the account
in the report she held just didn’t ring true.

She let the events play in her mind over and over,
occasionally making minor adjustments to the scenario to account for
everything. In the end, the only thing
that really fit was the presence of another ally.

She double checked her records, though she already knew the
answer she would find. Pre-mission
intelligence. There was only one other
person who had access to it and that was the one who’d gathered it.

Looks like it’s time
to pay a visit to Balinese.

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There was no doubt this time.

It had been Yohji.

And he had run.

‘Well, may as stick to
what you’re good at,’ was Aya’s first, uncharitable thought.

He shook his head. It
wasn’t Yohji’s fault. Not entirely his fault, anyway. If he’d been more honest, if they’d both been
more honest, much of this could have been avoided. If Yohji could have just admitted that he
needed help. If Aya could have just
admitted that he truly cared.

Well, there was nothing to be done for it now. The past was gone and it was time to move
forward.

Aya trotted down the back stairs heading for another
run. It seemed to be the only thing that
could clear his mind these days.

He slipped out the back door and took off on what had
quickly become his usual route. He ran
harder and faster today than he normally did; an inexplicable sense of urgency
driving him that he just couldn’t deny.

He was surprised when he finally looked up and found himself
outside of what he’d come to think of as “his” building. He must have made it there in nearly half the
time. He turned to face it, simply staring
at it while catching his breath. Without
conscious thought or decision, he found himself approaching the front
doors. He wandered over to the
mailboxes, perusing the names. There
were only seven. Flat 4A was,
apparently, unoccupied. And yet…

He backed down to the street again and peered up at the
fourth storey windows. Yes. There were curtains. And he was nearly certain that he’d been by
when the window had been open. Surely he
would have noticed someone moving out since he was here nearly every day.

No. Something didn’t
fit. There was definitely someone living
in that apartment.

What difference does
it make?

He couldn’t answer his errant thought. He only knew that it was important somehow
and that was enough. His instincts had
saved him enough times for him to give them this small amount of consideration.

He slipped around the side of the building, searching for
the back door he suspected was hidden there.

As expected, there was a small carport off the alley and a
door into the building to save people from having to walk around front to get
in. He quickly scanned the area, but
once again, being that it was early morning, there were precious few people
around. The ones that were out paid him
no mind.

He crept closer to the back door, hoping against hope that
he could find a way in. His eyes,
trained to pick up every subtle clue, continued to dart around. That’s how he spotted it.

The alleyway was dim, shadows cast from buildings on either
side kept the nascent sun from illuminating the area. Had he not been well-schooled in such things,
the irregular splotches on the ground would have escaped his attention.

But, from the moment he’d entered the alley, he was
Abyssinian and Abyssinian knew blood when he saw it.

He followed the trail, suddenly vividly reminded of doing
the same thing during the mission last night.

‘This is it. It has to
be.’

He knew that he was close, so close to having the answers
he’d sought for what felt like an eternity.

Aya approached the door and reached for the handle, hoping
against hope that it wasn’t locked.

It was.

He sighed a little, not surprised, but disappointed. Then, he laughed, remembering how Yohji
always had his lock picks on him, even when you’d have sworn there was no way
he could have hidden them on his body and no reason he could possible need
them. He scoured the ground for
something he could use. He found a
straight pin and looked at it dubiously.
Well, it was better than nothing.
As he once again closed his hand around the knob, his phone rang.

“Yes?”

“Aya, it’s Omi.”

“Can it wait? I’m –“

“Aya! It’s about Yohji.
Please, come in. Now.”

He couldn’t breathe.
What was he doing here anyway?

“I’m on my way.” And
with that, he was off and running, again.

From the other end of the alley, Manx finally let out the
breath she’d been holding. She hated
using Omi this way, but she knew that there was nothing else that would have
deterred Abyssinian in that moment. She
didn’t like feeding them false information.
She didn’t want to get their hopes up, but what else could she do?

Maybe… Maybe this time
it won’t have to be a lie. Maybe this time it’ll work and he’ll go home.

Maybe this would be the day that she could put Kritiker’s
best team back together, fitting the puzzle pieces in place again.

She stood outside the plain brown door marked 4A. She had her best tirade ready as she stepped
into the apartment, but the words died on her lips.
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