₪₪₪ Ga'Ma (ガマ) ₪₪₪

[Saga]

Of course, Kohei had to take advantage of the situation and to tease his old friend. Shiro let his eyes rest and felt his conscious falling into deep trance. The male only could listen,as if chained to the dark inside of him - he could speak not.

 

 

Kurogami

 

The kick of the door was sudden and almost surprised Gii. Usually no one would dare to even knock on that door. What door? It actually looked like a gate leading to the pit of abyss. Kurogami was already disinfecting some black dagger when Kohei announced that Shira was pretty much needing a help. His help.

 

The yin yang man turned around,his eyes more colder than any other known feeling describing emotions of one, rather - eyes of Death could look this way. A small grin appeared on his face,

- "Let him on the desk and go.", my,that was scary of him. Instead of being less scary when trying to smile,he looked even more creepier.

 

When Kohei left in a hurry,with a small frown on his face, Gii walked around the huge desk of his. Dark lagoon in eyes, the cold wood of the desk was under Shiro - making his body even colder, yet these dark eyes kept gazing down upon the motionless soul.

-"Fool.", Gii looked aside with a regret on his face. A second later he averted head slightly to side and as if ordering - ..

::SLAM!::

 

The door closed itself, and Gii didn't move,not even a blink pass by eye.

 

The pupils went slit,averting at the arm's direction,

-"...Poison..",he put the diagnosis and span the dagger in hand. Dark crimson drops flew up,dirtying Gii's face and as if on slow motion,the rest of the drops kept floating in the air. Slowly filling the room with a thirst. A thirst of life, yet that single thirst was deadly dangerous. Why such a great fragrance of deadly dangerous power came out of Shiro's body? That was it, time turned back to normal as if its master ordered it so - Gii's eyes' pupils went even more slit-like,as if pulsing by the time change. Another span,once again the dagger pierced Shiro's arm.

 

Harukami felt no pain,but his body was in shock. The male's conscious wasn't even able to dream. He was trapped in a dark place. Not able to speak,not able to feel,not able to save. Save himself. He just was staring up,up at the nothingness with eyes emptier than any other evilness.

 

-"...-ra!SHIRA!",a voice like a bullet pierced the dark,someone trying to catch that cold hand.

 

Meanwhile from Shiro's arm the dark crimson blood turned to black, it was like what Gii was hurting wasn't Shiro's flesh.

-"That idiot!",Kurogami growled in anger,his slit eyes glowing slightly in white and his teeth turning to fangs.

Was it a coincidence? That Gii was helping them all? That Gii was trying so desperately to save Shiro? Why the look in his eyes was as if he knew that scenery,he has lost someone the same way,at same spot he was standing now?

 

Like a thunder in heart, the trustworthy woman lifted head towards the stairs,her expression telling a story of a great pain,

-"Gii...",she whispered faintly.

 

"Why should I even bother?"

His own reflection was standing there, what was happening? He lowered head down from the nothingness and looked straight into that reflection - that spoke by itself.

"We can end it! We can Shiro!"

Harukami walked slowly towards it,reaching hand.

"That's right,Shrio! We can! And the world will never take away someone precious from you! Because you will destroy it! Right,Shiro? The world must end,it gives birth to nothing but despair!"

Shira slightly moved lips but he couldn't speak only the read-mouthly could give the words he spoke "Despair..."

"Come Shiro! Come and be one with me!"

A white and cold hand reached in the dark. It looked like a hand of corpse,but still moving,trying to catch Shiro's out-stretched hand.

 

::SLICE!::

 

A dark dagger flew towards the hand,a loud scream echoed in the nothingness.

"YOU!", the source of the darkness yelled.

From the dark steps could be heard,a wide grin in the darkness shined.

"You think I will lose twice to you?"

"IMPOSSIBLE! I KILLED YOU!"

"Ah...",slit pupils glowed in white in the dark,"...that was a lost fight. Not the end of the war."

"How did you enter?! You are dead! You can't be alive! No!",the voice kept raising and raising,as if speaking with hatred. For a split of a moment,the corpse-like hand tried to catch Shiro and pull him in the dark,but the savior of his was faster. He wounded the hand and a loud,but piercing noise rose in Shiro's head. It made him faint,but as he fainted there in the darkness - he opened eyes,laying in a bed.

-"...Ngh...",Harukami reached hand for his head,then noticed Gii,sitting on a chair in a corner.

-"Welcome back.",Kurogami said with another grin of his.

-"What happened?"

-"I wonder.",Gii chuckled and stood up, to walk towards the door, but paused, "Ah, he is here."

-"He?"

Kurogami turned and titled head with a smile,saying it with a hum,

-"Green soldier."

 

[iMarionette]

"How are you feeling?"

 

Momo thought about it; honestly thought about it, tried to ignore the chill sleep had left him, but found that he could not. His grin slowly slipped away, leaving only traces of a smile on the thin, pale lips.

 

“I had a b- a weird dream.” Momo promptly changed course of his words, surprising himself that he did not, in fact, think the dream bad. It was curious, yes, and slightly alarming, but he had no real understanding of it. What he did not understand, he could not label properly. “Did you rest?” Crimson had slept, Momo noticed, but sleep and rest were far different than they were often thought to be.

 

Momo couldn't sit still long after waking. His wound hadn't healed completely, yes, but Momo felt alive and energized, and needed a way to direct all that energy. He stood and shuffled around the room in anticipation of Crimson’s reply. He took in the area, snooped around the corners, checked the drawers in search for something interesting. The room was neat apart from a nearby desk; Momo skimmed through a stack of books, but found no titles that were of immediate interest to him. Some were in a different language even, that Momo did not understand. There was a mess of newspapers with several titles marked in red marker (things like “Black soldiers close down Inga’s” and “New curfew – Black soldier patrols increase in number!”). Momo’s heart took a leap when he caught mention of “Local whorehouse goes down in flames; courtesy of the Black soldiers” and he quickly looked away, not wanting to see the picture, not daring to read the article.

 

He flipped over papers and found notes smudged with ink, scribbled notes too messy to read and, again, notes in that incomprehensible language that Momo did not seem to be able to read. He moved away from the desk, somewhat disappointed.

 

Momo wandered back to the bed and looked over the two bed-tables. On the left there was a lamp (Momo fingered the light-switch and the light went off, and then promptly back on), the leftover herb salve that Kurogami must have left behind, as well as fresh bandages. Momo squinted at them with a frown. On the right there was nothing but a framed photograph, knocked over face-down or purposely placed so the photograph was not visible. The wooden frame had become old and worn, and over it time had placed a thin layer of dust. Curious, Momo reached to place it properly; and froze as his eyes took in the picture.

 

There were three persons on the picture; two children, though Momo thought he recognized only one. There was Kurogami, younger, but his features and his eyes (his wonderful, childish eyes, Momo realized) were faintly recognizable in traces of the older Kurogami. The other kid seemed familiar to Momo, though he could not tell why. Even through the picture, his aura felt slightly disturbing. Finally, the third person was a handsome man with glasses slipping down his narrow nose. He stood between Kurogami and the other boy. All three wore smiles on their lips.

 

Momo would later never understand why he did it, because it felt awfully rude and personal to be touching something personal of Kurogami’s, but he flipped the frame over to open it and take the picture in his hands, feel the paper with his fingers and not just the cold glass. It was then that he saw three names scribbled on the back of the photograph. It was then that he promptly pushed the photograph inside his pants’ pocket, so as to hide the truth away from his eyes. It was then that he understood why he froze upon seeing the other boy.

 

One of the names clearly stated

Cruzz

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[SammuelColdheart]

When Sho finished with his melody, he would stand up, and get back his flue into his inside pocket, and start walking forward to the entrance door, at first he will look around under his hat for something strange before he opens the door, and closed behind him, making sure he locked, he didn't saw anyone out there so he was pretty sure that everyone was inside the house, so he made sure to locked and the door to stay this way, as then he would first pass through the kitchen where a female was standing with her bright smile over her face looking Sho, Sho eyes would wide up a bit but then he would smirk a bit and nod in greetings.

 

"You seem quite tired, Green. We was worried for you... and have being waiting for you." the female voice would spread around the silence place as Sho would shrug a bit and say nothing more, to can he continue forward to upstairs, he didn't really pay attention with who he will see or with who he will bump in, all he cared right now is to search for a room to rest, he passed few figures through his journey to the upstairs, but he didn't really say to them anything when he approached the last floor, were all rooms was placed, he would notice that every door had significant color, which was representing the colors of the Ga'Ma soldiers, he would look at the end the dark green color, which was representing the color of his eyes, but before that in the begin of the corridor he would notice the pink color, he would towards this door first and open it a bit, he would notice that there was someone who was sleeping there and someone who was lurking around the room, the one who was lurking around the room was definitely the pink soldier, he would smile a bit seeing him, as then he would notice that he had different expression on his face when he hold something in his hands a piece of paper? No no no, it was definitely a picture, he would notice how Momo placed the picture in his pocket, he was about to say something but he will hold himself back, and just close the door carefully but unfortunately not soundless the closing was heard and his steps as well, but he wasn't actually hiding was he?

 

He would then take soft and deep breath in his lungs and continue forward to his room, he will open the door, the room was humble one, small one, just enough big for Sho, he didn't want much... just bed a table and a chair that was all he asked for, as he would then take off his hat and his cloak placing them on the empty chair and sit back at the edge of his bed, looking empty at one simple point, as he subbed back in his thoughts, but then just shortly after, he will feel the unpleasant pain of his guns and his Sai's attached to his legs as he would start taking them off and placing them at the night table next to his bed, and then return to his previous place and go back in his thoughts.

[Bloodysadist]

 

I had a b- a weird dream.

"What did you dream?" Hiro asked,lifting a brow.It wasn't like the other had to tell him about that.Just he was curious.

 

Did you rest?

 

"Yeah,I did." He really did,just the pain from the wound on his back was still there.It had to pass after few days,but before that,Masahiro would surely feel a bit uncomfortable.

At least Momo was feeling better and that was the most important thing right now.

 

For a moment Gen could sense that someone entered the house,but who? It was such a fimilar presence.Could it be possible that another Ga'Ma soldier had came?

 

"Was that some photo?" the crimson haired male couldn't tell for sure,but seeing Momo's expression it seemed like he found something.

 

In the next moment Genkishi heard the closing of the door.That presence he felt earlier - it was the same.He ran outside,but unfortunately there was no one there.Was that only his imagination?But he cleary heard the door or maybe that was the door of the room next to Momo's?

The assassin sighed,entering back in the room.

[rosebud1296]

Kohei had expected crying and maybe anger, but at the sound of the gubshot he quickly ducked into a crouch. Slowly, ever so slowly he began to open the door, and when it was open halfway he took the advantage and rolled in. Immediately he spotted the boy and ran to him akwardly. Finally he rrached him and grabbed him from behind, keeping him to the gground and holding the hands that had a firm grip on the weapon. This had been something his grandfather would do to him when he lost control. "Ryou, calm down! It's only me Kohei, you are safe here." he soothed to Ryou, hoping t would tame him. He had a firm enough grip that force could have been used, but perhaps that would only make him more excited. I hope he's run out of ammo, he thought.

"Calm down, No one but the Gama are here"

(Short, on phone)

[「viviD]

Stop! Calm down. Go away! Calm Down! NO!

 

Ryou struggled, struggling for his life. There were hands that grabbed him and knocked him to the ground and it made him more hysteric, his memory flashed to the two men who tried to sell him, grabbing a hold on him as he struggled just like now.

 

Don't touch me! He gasped, breath, struggling more (oh god his arm hurt), kicking his legs, trying to get out out out out out! Shoot! He wanted to shoot the one who's holding him he wanted to be free he wanted everything to stop he wanted his mama back when she was gentle he wanted his papa back who he wanted to know more he wanted his tutor back who gave him the reason to live from the start

 

he wanted he wanted —

 

 

"—me Kohei, you are safe here."

 

He had stopped struggling as words coming from a calm voice amidst the memories, amidst the pained feeling from his arm, amidst the madness, amidst his other self chanting (—kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill kill KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL—) registered deep in his messed up mind.

 

Who? He tried to remember. Who was 'Kohei'? (remember) Where was he? His mind swarmed with thoughts (with words), trying to remember.

 

Memories flash, bits and pieces, so confusing, so many (who what where when why)

 

 

"—the Ga'Ma are here."

 

Ga'Ma? The word seemed so familiar, something tugging inside his memory to remember the memories.

 

Yes, that was right. The Ga'Ma was his group to fight against the black soldiers, right? And Kohei was Ga'Ma Yellow, right? His memories confirmed, all which was coming back to him, calming him down.

 

They were in Gii-san's house - it is, right? or not? - and that he was in his room after he had his attack when he saw Shiro —

 

Shiro! "Kohei-san! What are you doing here?! Please let me go! Shiro-san...! You need to go to Shiro-san...!!" Ryou gasped out, squirming to get out off Kohei's hold but froze, staring wide-eyed at the gun in his hands. Not only that, his arm, his right arm was bleeding and he quivered, trying to say something but all what come out from his mouth where panic gasps.

 

When... did his arm bled?

[iMarionette]

(Bump

[Saga]

(OOC: Ops o_O' I forgot it was my turn XDDDD. Yosh, let's see. )

 

What the other meant by that? How could be possible for green soldier to be around? If there was someone who remembered the best green soldier that would be Harukami. As both of them were once loners, they knew each for their weakness and strength. But could the current Shika trust him now? Shiro was in a state where he didn't know what to trust anymore.

The white soldier tried to sit up in his bed and flinched at the pain in his arm,and the headache that was like stirring him up.

-"..Tsk..", he hissed.

 

When time passed this quick? The night was almost around its end yet neither of the Ga'Ma team could rest properly. Harukami kept his gaze outside the window, it was quiet. And certainly, the silence before a war spoke for fearsome event.

Could Gii train them all in a way they could win in this madness? Who knew, Shika lifted hand to rub his head. Ah,that awful headache - he paused. What about his dream?! How the heck Gii could enter his dream?! He frowned, that guy was scary - Harukami chuckled and closed eyes to meditate.

[iMarionette]

"What did you dream?"

 

“Just… colours,” Momo said lamely, fully aware of how vague his reply was. Oh well. Momo himself did not quite understand it, so there was no point in troubling others about it.

 

"Yeah, I did."

 

Momo turned his head gently, lifting his gaze towards Crimson. A small smile played on his lips and he said “I’m glad” as if he was genuinely glad about the fact. And he was, mind you.

 

"Was that some photo?"

 

Then Momo’s smile wavered and slowly slipped away. What now? It would be bad to lie, because it seemed to Momo this group was to be built on honesty. But Momo couldn’t just tell the truth; the people on the photograph, they were not his secret to share. He should not have picked the photo up in the first place.

 

“Yeah,” he said weakly, then gave a one-shouldered shrug and started toward the door of the room. “Just some photo.” Momo hoped he made it seem like it was nothing all that important. If possible, he would have liked to talk to Kurogami before showing the photograph to anyone else.

 

Crimson beat him to the door and Momo, who had no sense whatsoever for detecting other persons unless he could actually see or hear them, blinked up at the other in confusion. “What? Was there someone outside?”

[SammuelColdheart]

It won't take much time for Shouan to come back to the world in which he was, he would stand up swiftly as he will look at the horizon, "This night was too long..." he would mumble to himself as he would start take off his cloths, searching into the room for a towel, when he finally got one, he will reach to it and wrapped around his neck, and walk forward to the exit of his room, he was silent this time, he didn't make much of a noise or anything to say that he was there.

 

When he finally reach up to his destination, the bathroom he will walk inside it, and close the door behind him, then place the towel to the side, to can he take off the last piece of fabric which he was wearing, and going under the shower as he will turn on the water as always, Sho will concentrate for the water to be more cold then usual, as he would start washing his last fabric, when he finished with it, he will concentrate mostly over washing his body and hair, it won't take much time for him to take his bath just 10 perhaps 15 minutes.

[Bloodysadist]

Just colours? How beautiful it should be looking - many colors,mixing and becoming part of each other,just like Ga'Ma.Sometimes Hiro was asking himself what actually made Ga'Ma separate their pats?Was it only Cruzz?Or maybe they all needed to find another way to become free,leaving the so called Ga'Ma?

 

"Do you need something? Food? You didn't really eat anything when we came here." Masahiro could at least offer that,because all this time he spent in the room with Momo wasn't of any help.The crimson haired male was just standing there,not doing anything at all,which made him feeling a bit annoyed.

 

Just some photo.

 

Gen had a feeling that Pink was trying to hide something.Maybe that photo wasn't just some photo,but even if he was right,if the other male decided to not tell everything,he should have a good reason.

 

What? Was there someone outside?

 

Genkishi was sure that a second ago there,near the door had someone,who was spying on them.Someone...with strong presence.Maybe it was just some of the Ga'Ma guys who were checking how is Momo?But why would they hide?Maybe after all,there was no one and it was just Hiro's imagination.

"It's nothing,don't worry...Sorry for confusing you." Ah,right now the assassin surely looked like some idiot,but what could he tell?Something he wasn't even sure what is it?Hell no.

[rosebud1296]

"I'm more worried about you right now-"

 

"Kohei-san! What are you doing here?! Please let me go! Shiro-san...! You need to go to Shiro-san...!!"

 

He turned him in his arms and held his face in his hands. "Calm down. Calm. Down." he soothed. Having Ryou panic now would only worsen this, and lessen the time to stop his bleeding. Kohei looked into his eyes, rubbing his cheeks softly. "Look into my eyes Ryou. Ryou, my eyes." Once he was satisfied he had his attention, he started to calmly explain.

 

"I've taken Shiro to Kurogami. He's in good hands. He. Will. Be. Safe." His legs surrounded the smaller boy on either side, though he was still taller. "Now, will you let me help you?"

[「viviD]

( OOC: holy shiz, it was my turn? o__o; gah, didn't know! Dx maybe i should have checked. >.> ohmagawsh im so sorry, ;AAAA; )

 

 

Kohei-san's calm voice touched his inner panicked depth, that managed to made Ryou docile and heed his command, orange eyes clashing with yellow- his turmoil slowly calming him down. Such power this calm man had, it surprised him for no one manages to calm him down with the exceptional of Shiro-san and his tutor...

 

"I've taken Shiro to Kurogami. He's in good hands. He. Will. Be. Safe."

 

His tense body relaxed once the news reach his hearing, thank goodness, Shiro-san will be fine- but of course he'll be fine! He is Shiro, the one who created this group, the one who brought them all together. Ryou believed that he did, fate seemed to favor them more though that sounded crazy.

 

Shiro-san wouldn't let them (him) down and Gii-san is nice, he wouldn't let Shiro-san die merely because of blood loss from a wound, no matter what, wounds will always be fatal. That's what his tutor said.

 

"Now, will you let me help you?"

 

His hand, the one without a wound he inflected, gripped Kohei-san's arm cloth, a silent "yes". He sluggishly slumped onto the other's form. Ah, Kohei-san's tall- he felt small and weak and so so- strong, he's strong- unlike him, who would be easily snapped like a thing twig.

 

"'m sorry..." He mumbled softly, biting his bottom lip and hid his face by lowering his head. Sorry he was, for losing out like that and if it weren't for Kohei-san... if it weren't for him...

 

The thought made his grip tighter.

 

"Thank you... Kohei-san."