capeandcowllogs | Whatever you do, you can't stop for it

WHO: Bakura & Spike
WHERE: Hell Towers 1006
WHEN: A bit after sundown
WARNINGS: Character death
SUMMARY: Alastair is on the Major's hit list. Only he isn't home and Spike is a little to antsy to wait for him and goes for the next best and most available target.
FORMAT: Para

It had been a good day. Much better than the last week, that was sure! Keith was back, and not only sane, but better than he had been before. Sort of. Different at least. More open. Matsuka was still a wreck, but doing much better, even if Keith's return had him utterly unsure again. The puppy was helping to. Having something to care for helped keep Matsuka occupied and distracted from being too worried. Alastair had hinted that the charges he and Kiryuu were facing weren't an issue any longer and he and Quatre were... sort of speaking again. Kind of. It was a start, anyway.

He was still a bit worried over Quatre being attacked. Something was brewing, but he wasn't thinking on it just yet. Just focus on things getting better.

He looked up from his book as the rice cooker clicked back to "keep warm." Once Alastair and Kiryu were back, he'd finish up the actual cooking. Simple dinner tonight, rice and vegetables. It was the end of the week after all, and he needed to get more groceries before another fancy dinner.

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He had no plan, landing on the street just as the sun disappeared behind a building, leaving the street shadowed as he strode to the front door, catching it just seconds before it locked closed. He could have broken the glass, but this was supposed to be about a job. To repay the Major for the job he'd done taking out his chip.

It was the second thing he had agreed to do, but his reasons were selfish, motivated by the selfish desire to see that he could.

His attempt to become a man had failed after being dragged here. It was time to see if he was supposed to be a monster instead.

"Done this before."

A quick look at the mailboxes and within minutes he was pushing open the door onto the tenth floor of the building, checking the doors. The only thing he needed to do now was get himself invited inside, rapping his knuckles on the door to apartment 1006.

"Just a minute!" Bakura called, getting up from the couch to head for the door. He paused, blinking at the mostly unfamiliar face. It was pretty rare to have someone on the floor he didn't know. "Aa-- Hello."

Spike managed to keep himself from looking too disappointed when it isn't the target answering the door. Instead, he smiles as disarmingly as possible, putting a hand on the door frame.

"Looking for Alastair. He home?"

"Aaa- no, not yet." Somehow it made sense this person was looking for Alastair. Probably once of his clubbing buddies, by the look. "He should be back soon enough, if you'd like to wait for him?"

"If you don't mind?" he trailed off, feigning a hesitant look at the doorway. "Don't want to impose..."

"Not at all!" Bakura smiled, taking a step back to let the man step inside. "The apartment's a bit of a mess, sorry, but come on in!"

Bakura's definition of a "mess" was a very odd one, considering how tidy the apartment looked. A few books on the table, one of Pelor's cat toys left by the bookshelf, really, it was pretty tidy, especially considering the other two occupants.

"Would you like some tea or something to drink?"

That's all the invitation he needs, crossing the threshold without a problem, checking the place out absently. The mention of it being messy earns Bakura a short look, but Spike doesn't mind. The place smells clean, though he can tell there's a cat without having to even see the toy on the shelf, smelling the animal and its box.

Not bad.

Browsing the bookshelf, he pulled one down from the shelf, flipping through it, unwilling to let himself stop moving completely. If he stopped, he knew his nerves would be shot for the night. The kid was plenty distracting, however.

"I can wait. You the roommate?"

"Aa-- un," Bakura nodded, repressing the urge to tidy up and feeling a bit awkward at just how casually Spike was just... going through his things.

Americans.

.. or actually, English by the accent. He'd thought they were more polite...

"One of," he continued, scooping up the errant toy to toss into his room.

Spike couldn't care less about the privacy of others or boundaries. Now that he'd been allowed in, it meant he needed to make up for whatever studying he hadn't done before in his rush to get this done. Had to make up for lost time.

"Right. Know what time Alastair will be getting back?"

"He should have been back already," Bakura frowned a little, reaching into his pocket. "The bus is probably late," he reasoned, flipping open his com to start composing a quick text message to find out indeed what was up with that.

The book hits the floor with a heavy thud as Spike crosses the room at a rather unnatural speed, slamming his hand into the wall near Bakura's shoulder. Despite being the same height, he isn't backing down, taking up as much of Bakura's space without actually being completely in it.

It isn't who the Major asked him to kill, but he can already feel himself hesitating, trying to reason out of the situation. Buffy wouldn't approve, but then, when had she ever? Did it even matter if she wasn't there. Did any of it matter in this place and the kid was right there, acting as naive as you'd like.

"Don't-" he stops, pulling back slightly. "Don't think I caught your name."

Bakura startled at the sudden motion, comm flying from his hand as he jerked, skidding across the floor, half complete message facing up at the kitchen table.

There was something wrong here. The sudden reaction, the closeness...

His breath was starting to come a bit quickly, even as Spike pulled back. Matsuka was out with Mouse, he hadn't heard anyone in the hall for at least an hour, Alastair wasn't back yet and Kiryu almost always came home late...

He swallowed nervously. "Ba.. Bakura Ryou," he answered softly, looking at the blond with a bit of uncomfortable anticipation.

Maybe he was just worrying too much. Like how Anzu had trouble at times keeping her power from causing trouble. Or Madarame! Madarame had all but ruined a store once just trying to get a can of tuna! Maybe... maybe this was just something like that. Someone who wasn't used to enhanced speed and strength, so an action that would seem normal other wise suddenly seemed threatening because of that lack of control.

He hoped that was it.

Spike could smell it, the rush of adrenaline that he remembered. It made the blood sweeter. Shifting slightly on his feet, he smirked lazily, leaning back into Bakura's space, intending fully to back him into the wall. He wasn't completely unprepared, giving just enough room for him to run.

At least a few feet. He let his hand grab the white-haired teens arm, just testing himself, grip growing gradually tighter with each word.

"You made a bad mistake, Bakura. Favor for a favor, you know. Nothing personal, kid, but a message is a message and I'm tired of waiting."

Bakura made a small, pained sound as the grip on his arm squeezed the damaged muscle under his scar, almost missing the words as he reached up to try and heal the damage before it could make his arm any worse.

He froze, eyes going utterly huge as the meaning of what was being said hit him.

...shit.

"Ha-- hanase!" he exclaimed, trying to pull free despite the pain, a full blown panic emerging. Shield, shield! Too late he was already--

With a frantic desperation he swung his right hand out, hand glowing before he shot a blast of bright light out, hoping to be able to at least startle his attacker enough to get away and cast shield.

Whatever you do, you can't stop for it

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