tampered | Log: Complete

Log: Complete

When; August 27th
Rating; PG; will edit as needed
Characters; Aya (

saerux), and Ken if he wants.
Summary; Aya finally goes to meet up with his team members.
Log;

It had been several days now since Aya had entered the city. He had conversed with some of the other detainees, and some of the locals, and found them all unpleasant. He'd gone to Dorian, trudging and stumbling through the freezing snow and sleet, and been horrified at her price. Now he was setting out to find Bombay and Siberian ... still snowing. But now, there were penguins. He'd stopped to watch them for a while, wondering at the simple lives they lead - play, eat, play, raise children, play, eat... it was entrancing, in a way.

He moved on, not noticing how many times he faltered. The movements aggravated his injuries but the cold numbed them. He'd been trying to keep them clean and bound, but he was no doctor. Aya had been in too much shock when he first made contact with his teammates to even mention that he'd been damaged during his transition out of their world. Things were starting to get sketchy.

Finally, he made it to building four. He got the door open with only a little effort (disappointing, really, there should be higher security in this place), and clung heavily to the doorknob as he entered.

"Bombay? ... Omi?"

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[ooc; ::flail:: Sorry for lateness! I wanted to join in, though, so... ;o; ]

After nearly four hours of scouring the city for any sign of his weapon, Ken returned to building four. The size of the City continued to baffle him; no matter which way he turned, every nook, every street and block - each one seemed to go on and on. There were simply no signs of it ending; no walls, no nothing.

Ken left shortly after he lost sight of his bugnuks. Honestly; why would someone bother to steal them? Or rather, how? They were always within reach. After the four hours, however, he figured it was best that he return to the apartment. It was difficult enough to warm up the engine of his bike, and maneuvering it was a completely different story; combined with the plentiful areas of black ice and the normal flow of the citizens, weaving between penguins didn't make driving a very pleasurable experience. Ken was awfully tempted to treat the birds like the walking-soccer balls they were!

Finally securing his bike as best he could, Ken made his way up to the floor he and Omi lived on. A boiling cup of cocoa or tea sounded extremely pleasing right about now. Especially after the incident where he shattered the microwave door, Ken was grateful that he decided to buy a separate pair of gloves. But even so, his fingers were probably turning blue by now.

"Oi, Omi, do we have any c-" Stopping mid-sentence, Ken practically fell backwards over his own two feet, upon entering the room. He looked to the left; okay, there was Omi. ...and Aya, eating ...something. That was normal enough; Ken knew Aya was bound to find them and come by, anyways. He then looked to the right, and immediately pointed to the penguin. " ...........What the hell is that thing doing in here?" Ken wanted to kick it again.

He paused, then, and gave a small wave. "Oh. Hey, Aya." Something felt off about the room.

Aya looked at Ken. He looked at the penguin.

"Omi has adopted him," he said flatly.

Ken's timing was positively ludicrous. Of course, right after Omi made that revelation, the assassin in question would waltz right in the damn door. Aya could tell this was going to be tense if he didn't diffuse it - but Ken would believe easily enough that Aya was just being his warm, companionable self and making Omi feel delightfully at ease.

"Hey, Ken," he mimicked, sounding bored. "We have been discussing our situation."

Maybe good ol' time was playing a game with him right now; what else could explain Ken's brilliant timing? Luckily though, it didn't seem like Ken heard what he just said, so maybe he was safe for now. Omi really, really, didn't want any tension and drama to pop up at the moment. And he was amazed at how good Aya was at with leading things to a more relaxed path. All Omi had to do was follow his lead. "Adopt-- no, I didn't! I woke up, and it was just there!" He was, hopefully, doing a good job.

"But hey-- what were you going to ask, Ken?" Both his eyes blinked, feigning curiousity while beating away the nervousness. It seemed that he was doing just fine, because he really didn't feel all that worried. Really.

Discussing the situation? Hmm. That was a topic that could go on and on, in Ken's opinion. "Heh. I'll just give 'im one of my soccer balls. Less maintenance that way." Ken smirked and flashed a grin towards Omi.

For the time being, he'd ignore the tension that lingered within the room, thick & uncomfortable as usual. Regardless, he eyed both of his teammates for a long moment; Ken'd known Aya and Omi for a decent length of time by now, and though he - more often than not - really wasn't able to read Aya, Omi wasn't always difficult. He was pretty much Ken's best friend. "..."

Shoving the awkward feelings, Ken replied, "Oh; I was just wondering if we have any coffe or something. Or cocoa. ...or anything that'll remotely warm me up at all?" Ken's teeth practically chattered as he spoke; before Omi could even reply, he dashed into their shared room to grab a sweatshirt, and the blanket from his bed.

Aya watched Ken skitter across. He gave Omi a gave him a nod of understanding. It'll be all right, he seemed to say, but didn't utter a word.

Omi blinked once and tilted his head to the right, thinking for a second if they had anything warm to drink. "I think we've got hot choco--" He got cut off when Ken ran into their bedroom, assuming he probably went ahead to grab warmer clothes to wear. The boy barely caught Aya's nod, but he did see it nonetheless, and all he could offer as a reply was a small smile. Words, however, still came out of his mouth. "Do you want some hot chocolate too, Aya-kun?" He was already up, ready to head for the kitchen once more to prepare the said drinks.

Ken lingered in the bedroom for several moments. Were Omi and Aya hiding something...? It just feels funny... Ken was aware of the fact that he'd been on edge; of course it was only normal that Omi be worried, though, so...

"Aaah.. Just forget it, Hidaka," Ken muttered to himself.

Ken returned with towel-ruffled hair, a different sweatshirt, and wrapped up in a thick blanket; he made his way to sit on the couch, a few seats away from Aya.

"Hot chocolate would be really, really good. Thanks, Omi."

Aya nodded at Omi. "Sure."

He stayed on the sofa for a bit, pulling on his knee high leather boots and tucking his pants into them. It was starting to get rather chilly. He stood and shrugged on his jacket, but left it unbuckled for now.

"Any luck with your bugnuks?" Aya inquired when Ken sat down. The penguin had waddled over and was staring at him again. He frowned, and set his plate on the floor, which only had a few bits of rice stuck to it. Inexplicably, the penguin moved to sit on top of it, and continued to stare. Disturbed, Aya crossed one leg over the other to move further away from it, and forced himself to look back at Ken.

Now was the first time Omi was really amused-- how could he not be? The penguin and Aya totally made the room seem a lot less foreboding and troublesome; seriously, the bird must be infatuated with the redhead or something like that. Wearing a grin, all he said was, "Sure, I'll be right back," and he went inside the kitchen. He was quite thankful for this too, because preparing hot chocolate would give him the time to really calm himself down.

It wasn't like he was about to lose the mask he had temporarily put up, but he knew that if he didn't get a few seconds to himself, he would probably break it sooner or later. So as he waited for the water to boil, he just released a sigh and listened. If Ken and Aya talked about anything, he would, most likely, be able to hear it from where he was.

The penguin shifted its beady eyes to Ken next, and Ken, for the moment, ignored Aya's question; then he glared. A staring contest with the soccer-ball-with-legs & wings. The penguin stepped off of the plate and waddled in a circle around it, before hopping around at Ken's feet, flapping its stubby wings.

"..........." Ken glanced to Aya, as if to say Why is it suddenly after me!? Returning his gaze to the bird, Ken adjusted the black & white blanket around his body; at least he was slowly warming up. "...Arrg, what do you want!?" He finally exclaimed and leaned in close, as if he could intimidate the penguin.

It promptly gave Ken's nose the equivalent of an eskimo kiss. "................" Ken the peered to the color of his blanket; he noticed the dark color of his sweatshirt, as well. "What the shit."

Okay, so, the penguin probably though Ken was a very...distant relative. Or whatever. Grumbling, he turned back to Aya. "No. And they've been gone for a while now. I didn't see any sign of them at all. But like you and Omi said, I think several people have had their weapons stolen."

Aya watched the penguin have a little private duel with Ken, and began coughing violently. It lasted for some time, and had finally settled down by the time Ken continued.

"Ah. Cold out. Mm."

He cleared his throat, and adjusted his jacket around him - the 'coughing' fit had rubbed his stomach wound in an unfortunate way.

"All the more reason to be more dilligent."

Omi emerged from the kitchen a few minutes later with two mugs of hot chocolate, handing one over to Aya while the other went to Ken. He tilted its head when he saw the penguin, because it now seemed to be using its beak to 'poke' Ken's cheek in a repeated manner. "...?" He didn't ask it out loud, but his face basically said it all; what the heck?

Amused once again, Omi left again to pick up his own mug, gently blowing over the liquid's surface to help it cool down a little before taking a few sips. He took his spot beside Aya once again, and continued to drink; he really didn't have anything to add into the conversation. Other than one thing. "Oh. Ken, you're bugnuks will be returned shortly, I think. Turns out someone was just playing with them." Well, he had to do something else in the kitchen while he waited for the water to heat up.

Ken eyed Aya curiously, almost frowning. "...Aya, what exactly happened before you found yourself in the City?"

Omi's comment caught Ken's attention, and his expression brightened. "Well...good. But, ok, not good! Do we know who did all the stealing?" He took the cocoa gratefully, nodding a thanks to Omi.

Aya only barely suppressed rolling his eyes at Ken's energic response to the theft. This place, these 'curses' ... it was no excuse. They must be getting soft.

"I was on a mission," he said flatly, and sipped his drink.

To answer Ken's question, Omi shook his head slowly. "No, I don't have a clue. I can try and see if I can find out who did it, though." Of course, offering to do this meant another sleepless night, but heck, he might as well get used to it now. Simply because it looked like he was going to have to spend a lot more nights this way.

But he noticed something was missing. "Oh. The penguin vanished?"

"Well no shit, sherlock," Ken rolled his eyes and simply shook his head. Jeeze... Did Aya seriously take him for that much of an idiot!?

Ken sighed and took a long sip from his drink, waiting the moment out until he spoke again to allow the cocoa to warm his throat. "Huh... No need to really press on it, I guess, since we're getting them back..." Ken frowned a little.

And damn. He never did get to kick the bird.

Aya did not comment on the vanished penguin. All the better. Unless the recording devices were inside it ... but it was too late now.

He sipped his cocoa, and thought. Omi had no reason to press him about his actions before coming here - even if he didn't get the gritty details, tending to his wounds made it rather clear what he'd been up to. Aya figured Omi was just not thinking about the issue that if Aya'd gotten out in such a state, that Youji probably hadn't gotten away with much less. He was vaguely concerned about the older assassin - of the lot of them, he felt closest to Youji, though he'd never admit it... He wondered what Ken though of Aya's behavior, here. Aya had always acted as he did, though he'd mellowed out some since Aya-chan's recovery. Aya-chan... who he wouldn't think about for now. Youji had to have made it out. He will look after her.

Aya was as he always was, but Ken... normally, Ken put up with Aya with a bit of a sense of humor. Something had put him on edge. Aya continued to sip quietly, lost in thought.

It just occured to him right now, really. If all three of them were here now, Youji was back at their world by himself. And since even Aya got injured-- he didn't even want to think about it that way. Youji would've gotten out of wherever he was just fine, and he would be alright. He just needed to think that way; that's right. His mind, however, didn't dwell on this for too long, because Ken's attitude finally came into focus. The boy couldn't help but frown; it wasn't the first time he'd seen Ken like this, but the fact that he acted this way around Aya bothered him a little. He really must be getting restless.

Sipping the remaining contents of his hot beverage, he felt himself get a little woozy; ah, the exhaustion was catching up to him. The hot chocolate probably made him sleepier, and he wasn't about to put up a fight. "If you say so, Ken. Anyway.." The boy just barely managed to stop himself from yawning. "... I think I'll be going back to sleep. Just uhm, put the dishes on the sink. I'll take care of them later," he smiled, before finally excusing himself as he headed for the kitchen, dropping off his mug at the sink. Soon as that was done, it was off to dreamland for this little guy.

[ooc; Last post from me. |D]

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