tampered | log; ongoing; closed

When; September 12
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Aya Fujimiya [

redabyssinian] and Schuldig [

brbmindfuck]
Summary; Enemies can only stand each other for so long, after all. Who knew it'd be useful?
Log; "You little shit," Schuldig growled, something akin to a psychotic grin on his face as his fist swung out at Aya. The German wasn't the type to lose his patience easily. Really, he'd managed to enjoy this for an entire day. But there was a limit to how much of this redhead he could take before the brooding, silent bastard just got on his nerves. Usually? He could just leave the scene when he got bored, but no. There were stuck in a cell with barely enough room for one person to breathe. He'd played with Aya enough that he was just not in the mood anymore.

And the increasing frequency of acknowledging that they were going to need to work together to get out of this prison had him in a terrible mood. According to Aya's thoughts, Nagi was in a cell with Omi somewhere, so his warning had been completely wasted since they'd obviously have to work together too. This entire ordeal was practically reinforcing the future where Weiss and Schwarz were no longer enemies. It really pissed him off.

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Stumbling back, Aya glared at Schuldig. A full day and he was still stuck in this hell hole with this ass. Even worse that he'd probably have to work with him to get out of here. They were far enough from the wall for now that he swung his fist back Schuldig. And added a kick to his shin for good measure.

"You earned it, bastard." He wanted to punch that damn grin off Schuldig's face. And get him to shut up while he was at it. The non-stop talking had gotten on his last nerve.

The damn cell was too small for this shit. He managed to dodge one blow, but the second got him and sent him to the ground. But god forbid that would stop him. He lunged forward, reaching out to grab Aya to slam him into something. Anything. Just to hear a grunt of pain. To acknowledge that he caused the brat to hurt. It'd make him feel a little better. Maybe.

"Earned it?" he chuckled, "That's pretty big talk from a punk."

His back hit the wall and he winced slightly. But while Schuldig was close, he reached out for the German's injured shoulder and brought his knee up forcefully towards his stomach. It felt good to have knocked the man to the ground. Gritting his teeth, he swung his fist next to force himself away from the wall.

"I'm not a punk."

"Hah, now you feel like talking?"

Schuldig growled at the pain, but didn't let it deter him. He moved forward to throw Aya into the door, an extra sprint with some extra speed. His sort of speed. If he was lucky, it'd give Aya quite a headache to contend with.

[ooc| Door breaking open now or later~?]

Aya's eyes widened at the speed they were moving at. He felt his back hit something before he landed hard on the ground with Schuldig on top of him. He hissed in pain before he could stop it then rolled them over so that way he could punch the telepath's face.

"Shut up!"

[ooc: It all broke now!]

Schuldig grunted, taking the hit to face as he reach out to grab Aya's neck. Why yes, he was contemplating choking him. That was until his mind started reeling with shouts and the shuffle of feet became apparent. He flipped them over to assess what was going on, still grabbing at Aya.

Huh. The cell seemed a lot bigger. More like a hallway. And people were running at them. Wait, wasn't that the door to their cell hanging open? When had they-? Shit, those were guards.

He scrambled to his feet, narrowly ducking a bullet.

"Well damn, we broke the door."

He froze when he heard the bullet then got to his feet as quickly as he could.

"Shit."

Not that he wasn't glad to be out of the cell but their timing was crap. Wincing, he ran away from the guards. Schuldig could just catch up. Aya was busy searching for a corridor, a closet, a different room, anything to dodge the guards.

Schuldig had no problem catching up. After all, one of his specialties was speed. But between running from the guards and trying to dodge bullets, there was no way he could possibly escape them all. He took one to the shoulder, an expletive following the impact.

He'd need to dig that out later. But it was nothing Nagi couldn't easily do once they were out safely.

Aya saw what happened but even he wasn't going to stop. They didn't have time for that. Besides, Schuldig was the enemy. He'd helped him once already and that was bad enough. To hell with helping again.

Eyes darting, he turned down another hallway. His chest was on fire and he knew that was partially due to his injuries. But he could manage. He would just make sure that he wouldn't get shot too.

Finding a door ahead, he ran for it.

Schuldig, however, didn't run for the door. He slowed for a moment to let the guards catch up. Closer, closer, until he could slam his leg into one of them and manhandle a gun away. He wouldn't let them get away with shooting him so easily. And Nagi was still somewhere in the prison. He could just feel it.

Which is why he headed in the opposite direction of the redhead, in search of his comrade and running into the fray of guards. With a vengeance, of course.

Bursting through the door, he froze when he realized where he was. This was...the Underground? Spinning around, he went to go back. He had to get the others out. His team, Umi... What he saw made him stare in shock.

Aya slammed his fist into the brick wall he found. "Damn it!"

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