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Nurse Jackal	By : drjackal Category: +G to L > Get Backers Views: 3987 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Get Backers, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Meanwhile,
back at the restaurant, Akabane very reluctantly handed over his hat and coat
to the smiling girl at the coat check. Not only did it leave him in the bare
minimum that the dress provided, but he hated letting strangers handle his
personal possessions. Carry over from his job, he supposed. It was not
something worth worrying about at the moment.

A
couple of eyes turned in his general direction as he followed the waiter to the
back of the restaurant. The place seemed entirely patronized by greasy businessmen,
not afraid to take in an eyeful when their trophy wives were not about. The
d�cor was done in reds and browns, as if intended to hide bloodstains. A rich
red carpet and dark brown walls was the perfect combination for such a thing.

"You
wore it!" Fujimoto Yukio cried gleefully when Akabane joined him and his
bodyguard/assistant at a booth.

"All
my other clothes were dirty," Akabane answered honestly, trying to make
sure he wasn't flashing anyone as he sat down.

Fujimoto
grinned, waving a chubby wing-like arm at the other patrons. "It suits
you. Look at them stare jealously. When God made you, he said 'today I am going
to make one man happy, and a hundred men green with envy."

Akabane
shifted in the chair, uncomfortable. A waiter came over to take drink orders,
which Akabane declined. Not caring, Fujimoto ordered a Blood Mary for Akabane.
Akabane was not sure if that was meant to be a pun or not, but if it was, it
only served to remind him of how much he hated puns.

"Do
you have a job for me?" he asked, watching the bored bodyguard sip at an
amazingly large class of soda.

"Not
exactly. I do, however, want to sign an exclusivity contract with you."

Akabane
raised an eyebrow cautiously, squirming in his seat. The seat fabric was
sticking to his bare legs from the humidity. "So you wish to use no one
else but me as a transporter? That might be a problem if you have an urgent
need and I have another job lined up."

"You
don't understand. I want you to only transport for me." The idea of
another man touching his beautiful butterfly�

"I
am sorry; I cannot accept such an offer. Monogamy is not my style. Do you have
a job to offer me right now?" he asked, placing one hand on the table and
leaning his weight onto it, preparing to stand up and leave if the answer came
back as a negatory.

"No,
but�"

"Then
we have nothing more to discuss," Akabane commented.
"Goodnight." He began to stand up at the same time the bodyguard
began to stand. The bodyguard knocked over his soda all over Akabane's chest,
causing him to cry out as ice went into his bra.

"I'm
so sorry! Let me help you dry off," the assistant apologize.

"No!"
Akabane snapped, picking up a towel and blotting at his wet chest. "Do not
touch me. As much as I appreciate the irony of adding insult to injury, I can
dry myself." After a few wasted minutes and the realization that he was
not going to dry, he gave up and threw the towel down. "And now,
goodnight, gentlemen."

As
he turned to leave, a sudden pain struck him like a hammer to the chest. He
fell backwards, landing in the booth, holding his hands over his heart. Another
pain shot through him like Ginji's electricity, causing him to double over.

"Do
you like your dress, my dear? When it gets hit with carbonated fluid, it gives
off a fast-acting but very painful sedative."

Akabane
growled. "We are in a crowded restaurant. Someone is going to see
this." He continued holding his chest, trying to get off the seat. He'd
fallen back into a soda puddle, so the pain was now spreading through his
shoulder blades.

"A
crowded restaurant full of men both used to drunks and keeping their mouths
shut," Fujimoto grinned. "You must be feeling very sleepy by
now."

It
was not his style to do so, but Akabane might have used a few choice words had
he not already collapsed onto the seat. Unnoticed by Fujimoto, however, a
single blade had slipped from between his fingers and fallen to the carpet,
where it remained. Fujimoto gestured to his guard. "Take her around to my
car." He grinned down on the body of the fallen transporter. "I always
get what I want."

About
half an hour later, Himiko and Ginji arrived on the scene. "He's still
here," Himiko noted as they snuck into the area at the front of the
restaurant. She pointed to a familiar coat and hat that had been forgotten
inside the coat check when Akabane had been forcibly removed from the building.

"But
how do we get inside?" Ginji asked, pointing to the wait station blocking
the entrance. "It looks too fancy for the way we're dressed!"

Himiko
looked around, her eyes settling on a set of decorative bushes. "I have an
idea."

Strangely,
no one noticed a bunch of bushes slipping sideways into the restaurant. They
should have, but like most businessmen of the upper crust they were too wrapped
up in how good they looked to notice. "I don't see Akabane-san,"
Ginji whispered.

"I
don't either," she whispered back, frowning. "Something must have
happened." A glinting object caught her eye. "Over there, under that
table," she whispered.

Ginji
and Himiko crept over, hidden by bushes. Ginji's hand carefully darted out of
the bush and snatched it from beneath the feet of the men sitting there. It cut
him. "Ouch," he whispered. "It hurts!"

"I
thought I saw a blue glint," Himiko whispered back, taking it. "A
scalpel! Something must have happened. Akabane wouldn't leave his clothes and a
scalpel behind for no reason."

One
of the businessmen suddenly looked over, as a bush had started dropping leaves
on his expensive coat. "Hey, there are a couple of spies here listening to
our business deal!" he screamed, leaping up on his chair like a cartoon
woman spotting a mouse. The whole room turned to face the commotion.

"Let's
go!" Himiko shouted. The two leaped out of the bushes, Ginji going over
the nearest table at the same time Himiko went under. In the resulting chaos,
food flew everywhere. A few businessmen cried out as the delicious soy sauce
went all over their multiple hundred dollar white dress shirts, leaving stains
that not even the most deft dry cleaners could remedy.

"Get
them!" someone shouted, in the moment before a strange smell reduced many
of the men to gibbering like monkies. An electric blast courtesy of Ginji took
out the men who had attempted to pull their guns. They fell into an unconscious
mass on the floor.

"This
way!" Himiko called, leading as Ginji followed. She took out a security
guard with a direct punch to the face. She threw a chair onto its side,
tripping up two men who had been attempting to rush her. As she looked over to
make sure Ginji was still behind her, she noticed him carrying a black bundle.
"You saved Akabane's clothes!" she asked in surprise. She jumped onto
her bike and began revving it as Ginji launched himself into the passenger
basket.

"Well,
he seems kind of attached to them�" Ginji explained as she shot towards
the exit ramp, pushing a gun-toting man into a puddle with her foot as they
passed. Unbeknownst to her, a thousand-dollar suit was lost that day, and that
did not even include the suits Ginji had thrown food on back in the restaurant.
"How do we find where they took Akabane-san?" Ginji asked, holding
onto the bundle with both hands.

"Get
his cell phone out of the pocket and see if he has an entry for Kiki,"
Himiko said, trying to concentrate on escaping their pursuers.

It
took Ginji a moment to figure out how the phone worked. "Here she
is!" he said proudly.

"Call
her and ask where to find Fujimoto. Tell her that he's got one of our
girls." After a very awkward call, Ginji looked nervously up at Himiko.
"Did she tell you?" Himiko asked.

"She
gave me the address, but� I think I'm engaged!"

"Kiki
can be like that. Everyone was surprised when she turned Fujimoto down,"
Himiko shrugged. "Give me the address. We're busting in."

Ginji
fiddled with his fingers in the sidecar. "Ano... Himiko-san? You don't
seem to like Akabane-san very much... How come you're so determined to save
him?"

"So
I can rub it in his face that I saved his life, and get him to stop taunting me
with reminders of the time he saved my life," she answered shortly.
"It wasn't even like I was in that much danger. Geeze, he doesn't need to
gloat about it every time we disagree on a job!" Himiko fumed, diving
dangerously in and out of traffic. Ginji covered his eyes. Perhaps he shouldn't
have asked...

A/N:
I still don't own Get Backers. Also, a note on the use of "he" and
"she" to refer to female Akabane� what pronoun is used reflects on
what the person thinking about Akabane would refer to Akabane as. Akabane uses
he because he doesn't admit he's female. Fujimoto uses she because he knows
Akabane as nothing else but a woman.
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