shiegra (shiegra) wrote in no_true_pair, @ 2008-06-20 15:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! 2008 twelve characters challenge, author: shiegra, crossover: baccano!/gundam 00, pairing: luck/sumeragi |
Gundam 00/Baccano!, Sumeragi, Luck Gandor
Title: Losses
Author/Artist: shiegra
Fandom: Gundam 00/Baccano!
Pairing/characters: Sumeragi Ri Noriega, Luck Gandor
Rating: PG13/R
Prompt/challenge you're answering: * Sumeragi and Luck Gandor: "Don't make me come over there."
The heavy toll of the bell rocked through her. Over their heads the train rushed, and Sumeragi kept the gun pointed down, aligned with her leg but in clear view. “Well?” She asked after a moment. Her voice was kept perfectly even; she didn’t allow the slightest waver as the man picked himself up from the ground and fastidiously adjusted the collar of his bullet-riddled coat.
“Indeed.” He said, turning heavy-lidded leonine eyes on her. “I see you were quite serious.”
She inclined her head, swallowing her pulse down from her throat, and said very steadily, “I did not intend for you to be caught in the crossfire. Considering how little damage you sustained, is it appropriate for me to apologize?”
The faintest hint of a close-lipped smile turned up the corners of his mouth. “My nerve endings work quite well.”
“Then I apologize. And I’ll remember that.” She added with a token smile, almost flirtatious but slightly too knowing. Her focus dropped to his pocket. “I also ask—respectfully—for the package you obtained from that man.”
He, too dropped his gaze to consider the lump in fabric. “I paid a considerable sum of money for this, miss.” He said politely. “I don’t think...”
Sumeragi took a deep breath, forced calm deeper and listened to her heartbeat slow as her mind ticked over her situation with that precise calculation she had been so vaunted for. “Should I say something like ‘don’t make me come over there?’” She asked, and brought a smile to her lips. “There isn’t much I can do to stop you, is there?”
“No.” He said calmly—not smug, but almost indifferent. He scanned the sewer-waters, grimacing faintly when he spotted the shredded remains of what had probably been a hat hanging from a pipe.
Another failure. She thought, and dull fury surged through her, muted frustration. Another dead end.
He inclined his head to her, hand lifting as though to tip the brim of a nonexistent hat, and turned to walk away. His footsteps splashed through dirty water until he vanished from earshot as well as eyesight.
Well, she had something to report. Whether it would be useful was a bitter tossup.