[fic snippet] quick PYP
Jul. 15th, 2003 03:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ickaimpOkay, just posting what I have of this currently so that I don't forget it again... ~_~
Hattori felt the hairs on the back of his neck prick up. The alleyway was dark and cold, illuminated by the dim glow of the lights on the street and the flashing of the lone police car still blocking entrance from rubberneckers. "Kid?" He hissed, just under his breath, mentally cursing himself. This Was Not Good. The thief could easily have ditched him here in the shadows, or alert the officers to his trespassing. He somehow doubted they'd appreciate his help.
There wasn't much in the alley. There were lots off footmarks in the dust of the street, most likely the police officers, and the tape outlines of the where the body had fallen still lay there. He leaned over and inspected it, mindful of the dark puddle of dried blood that still clung to the ground. Not much information for him to analyse.
A footstep behind him caused him to jump slightly, and slowly rise. Someone was walking towards him, concealed in the shadows. "Kid?" He breathed, eyes narrowing to peer into the shadows. It was male, and by their outline, not one of the uniformed officers. A detective perhaps?
The person got closer and the bottom of Hattori's gut nearly fell out as his eyes went wide in surprise. "k-Kudo?! What are you doing here?!"
The other teenager moved into a lighter patch of light and his brain informed him that there was no way that it could be Kudo back to his proper size. Who ever it was moving stiffly, taking short brisk strides, while Kudo usually had a longer, lanky walk. The expression was all wrong. As well.
Not Kudo then. "Kid?"
The other boy looked at him, an almost sad expression on his face as he pulled a gun out of the jacket pocket. "Sorry about this." He grumbled in a voice deeper than how the Kid had been speaking, levelling the gun at Hattori's chest.
'Oh shit, oh shitohshitshitshit-' He had just enough time to mentally curse blindly following the thief here before the finger on the trigger twitched, sending a projectile speeding towards him.
He flinched as he was hit in the chest once, then again. Silence filled the alley as his blood buzzed in his ears and he realised he wasn't dead. He blinked, muscles slowly unclenching as he looked down to find two velcro tipped foam darts clinging to his shirt, one hanging right were his heart was.
The tape outline of the woman’s body lay at his feet like a gory shadow. Oh... shit.
Hattori felt the hairs on the back of his neck prick up. The alleyway was dark and cold, illuminated by the dim glow of the lights on the street and the flashing of the lone police car still blocking entrance from rubberneckers. "Kid?" He hissed, just under his breath, mentally cursing himself. This Was Not Good. The thief could easily have ditched him here in the shadows, or alert the officers to his trespassing. He somehow doubted they'd appreciate his help.
There wasn't much in the alley. There were lots off footmarks in the dust of the street, most likely the police officers, and the tape outlines of the where the body had fallen still lay there. He leaned over and inspected it, mindful of the dark puddle of dried blood that still clung to the ground. Not much information for him to analyse.
A footstep behind him caused him to jump slightly, and slowly rise. Someone was walking towards him, concealed in the shadows. "Kid?" He breathed, eyes narrowing to peer into the shadows. It was male, and by their outline, not one of the uniformed officers. A detective perhaps?
The person got closer and the bottom of Hattori's gut nearly fell out as his eyes went wide in surprise. "k-Kudo?! What are you doing here?!"
The other teenager moved into a lighter patch of light and his brain informed him that there was no way that it could be Kudo back to his proper size. Who ever it was moving stiffly, taking short brisk strides, while Kudo usually had a longer, lanky walk. The expression was all wrong. As well.
Not Kudo then. "Kid?"
The other boy looked at him, an almost sad expression on his face as he pulled a gun out of the jacket pocket. "Sorry about this." He grumbled in a voice deeper than how the Kid had been speaking, levelling the gun at Hattori's chest.
'Oh shit, oh shitohshitshitshit-' He had just enough time to mentally curse blindly following the thief here before the finger on the trigger twitched, sending a projectile speeding towards him.
He flinched as he was hit in the chest once, then again. Silence filled the alley as his blood buzzed in his ears and he realised he wasn't dead. He blinked, muscles slowly unclenching as he looked down to find two velcro tipped foam darts clinging to his shirt, one hanging right were his heart was.
The tape outline of the woman’s body lay at his feet like a gory shadow. Oh... shit.
