| Fan Fiction |
by .flavored
Of course, he and his Soul were outnumbered thirty to two, they were in the home-ground of the enemy, and they were also slightly lost.
Besides, it was part of the plan.
Still, it was, nevertheless, running away.
And Kangin hated nothing more than running away.
His Soul, as if guessing his thoughts, gripped his hand tighter and pulled him into an even faster run.
Kangin took a moment to admire his Soul. Boy, was she a pretty thing with her bambi eyes, slim profile, baby-soft skin and silky hair. And she was an exceptionally smart and logical person.
He frowned. Sometimes too smart and logical for his liking. “Yoonji ah, couldn’t we just beat up a few of them?”
Yoonji didn’t say anything. Instead, she pushed Kangin into an alleyway, dodging a round of bullets as they ricocheted off the wall. Kangin scowled at her.
“Aish, fine. Let’s get this over and done with.”
Now, Kangin was the one pulling Yoonji forward. Behind him, Yoonji hid a grin. Her Guardian was quite adorable when he was being predictable.
“5 meters to the wall.” Yoonji whispered to Kangin, who gave her a look of confusion.
“What wall?” he whispered back, just before he whammed against it. “Ow…”
Yoonji winced as Kangin extracted himself from brick. “Oa... That hole’s the exact imprint of your body.”
“Huh… it is… What’s a wall doing here anyway?” Kangin dusted his shoulders.
Yoonji gave Kangin a look. “It’s a dead-end.”
Kangin stared at her. “Why’d you lead us to a dead-end?”
An exasperated look crossed over Yoonji’s face. “Kangin… you’re the one who pulled us down the alleyway. I thought you had a plan.”
“How would I have a plan if I didn’t know the alleyway led to a dead-end?!” Kangin protested.
“Shut up, the both of you.” The two looked up from their squabble, startled to see thirty goons dressed in black suits aiming their Sig-sauers at them.
One, though dressed exactly the same as the rest, seemed to be their leader. He now walked up to them, putting his hand out. “Alright. Give me the document.”
Kangin and Yoonji glared at him, “Who said you could interrupt us?”
Entirely taken aback, the leader-goon’s mouth dropped. “What?”
“We,” Kangin pointed forcefully at himself and Yoonji. “Were having an argument. It’s rude to interrupt people who are having an argument.”
The leader-goon just gaped at them.
Now that they were free from interruption, Kangin and Yoonji resumed their argument despite their speechless audience. What started as a small blame-game quickly turned into an all out shout-fest.
“And that time you left the power to my hair-tongs on and melted the counter-top off! And Leeteuk got so angry-”
“You insisted on nicknaming me bear when I already asked you to call me Princ-”
“You always talk to yourself! You never listen to me when I-”
“I’m not fat!”
“I hate it when you purposely drink milk just to have a milk-moustache! You know you look ridi-”
“You had the gall to actually slap me when I forgot your birthday!”
“You forgot my birthday!”
“So did you!”
“I did not! I told you that I made the cake for you birthday!”
“You obviously didn’t bake it! It was sweet! Your cakes are never sweet! I bet Hirin baked it!”
“Ahh… Pabo! You eat too much!”
“Oh…. I’m fat? If I’m fat, you’re a bad back-up!”
“Who says I’m a bad back-up?! Anyone who actually can keep you from getting killed for 5 minutes is a good back-up!”
“Yeah? Well, what about that time when you accidentally shielded the enemy, and made our attacks ricochet right against us!”
“It was part of my plan!”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!”
“Quiet.” Both Kangin and Yoonji leapt back in astonishment as a bolt of blue lighting struck right between them, leaving a scorching black mark on the wall.
“Taishou!” the leader-goon bowed ninety-degrees to the new arrival, gesturing the others to do so as well. Kangin’s eyes narrowed. So this was their boss.
The new arrival was handsome, with striking features, strong white teeth and arresting blue eyes. But what had Kangin’s attention was the mark on his left cheek.
The mark was tattoo-like, made of inked lines drawn to look like the Celtic symbol for ability and versatility. But instead of three linked rings in the middle, a stylized sun replaced it.
Kangin was worried. He knew what that mark meant. After all, he had one himself, albeit located on the lower part of his back rather than his face.
It was the mark of a linked Guardian.
That made things a lot more complicated.
~*~
“Dongsaeng.”
“What…?” a suspicious answer.
“Come over here.”
“Why…?” deepening suspicion.
“There’s something I want you to see.”
“…” really, really suspicious now.
The sound of a few hesitant steps, then a shuffle of feet as someone tip-toed to look over a wall.
“Oh yeah! See! You aren’t that short! You can look over it if you want to – OW!”
A shriek, then muffled to cut it off. “Why’d you do that… ow… my poor toe.”
A loud harrumph, then the stomping of feet.
“Hey, hey. Come back! I really did want you to see something.”
The voice was sincere. There was a pause. Then a cautious retrace of footsteps.
“Look. The other two Super Junior Guardians and their Souls.”
“What are they doing here?”
“They’re doing that other job I was talking about.”
“… Is there a purpose to following them around?”
An innocent look. “Who said I was following them?”
“…”
~*~
“Hey. Korean please.” Kangin finally burst out.
The boss and the leader-goon had been in deep conversation over something. The leader-goon didn’t seem very happy, and seemed to be both pleading and insisting. The boss, however, was firm over whatever he was being firm over. This conversation was being conducted in very rapid Japanese and neither Kangin nor Yoonji could catch a word.
The boss looked up despite the leader-goon’s ignoring of them, and raised an eyebrow amusedly at them. “Well, as you wish.”
His Korean had a thick Japanese accent, but was still understandable. “Come with me.”
“Taishou!” the leader-goon protested, but was silenced by a raised hand. Finally, as if accepting what his boss wanted, he started barking orders to the rest of the goons.
“Well, come on.” The boss gestured to the pair.
Kangin’s eyebrow darkened, while Yoonji said defiantly, “Why should we?”
“Because,” the boss gestured to one of the goons. “He’s a Compeller.”
“Oh… shit.” Kangin’s face paled as his body began moving forward of his own accord. Besides him, Yoonji faced held a comical expression resembling that of a horrified goldfish while she fought for control over her limbs.
“Hurry them up.” The boss tapped his foot impatiently as the goon fought to keep control over the reluctant pair.
Finally, after much effort on the goon’s part, the both of them were bundled into the sleek black limousine parked at the corner of the main street. The boss wordlessly got in after them.
“Go.” The boss ordered his driver, who immediately obeyed.
There was few minutes of silence. The pair stared at the inscrutable boss. And the boss, in return stared back.
Finally, Kangin’s frown of concentration broke into a huge grin. “What took you so long?”
“Well…” the boss started to say conversationally. Then, his form started to shift, blurring around the edges, then right through.
The voice which came out next would have shocked any of the goons had there been there to listen. For instead of a deep, manly voice, a lady’s voice came out.
It was a low, velvety and sleek voice, but a lady’s voice nevertheless.
“It’s Hankyung’s fault…”
~*~
“Yah!” an annoyed cry rang through the streets as a restless Heechul paced up and down the length of his room in the ‘Ichiniku’ Hotel. “Where are they? They’re supposed to be back already. How am I supposed to go to the onsen if the other half of our lodging fees isn’t here?”
Leeteuk, who had come into Heechul’s room uninvited, stared amusedly at the pacing heenim. “Why can’t you go use the onsen?”
Heechul glared at his grinning leader. “It’s against my principles!”
“Oh?” Leeteuk beamed innocently at him. “So it’s against your principles to bathe in an onsen knowing you don’t have enough money to pay for it, but it’s not against your principles to dye the hair of your fellow iDOL members’ bright pink?”
“That had nothing to do with me!”
“Ah… I see. So how do you explain Hirin telling me that she saw you tipping the dye into the shampoo, but you brushed it off, saying that it was the refill you bought?”
“You believe Hirin?” Heechul laughed, though uneasily.
“Please. Hirin’s naïve. Not stupid.” Leeteuk rolled his eyes while Heechul sulked. “Oh, stop worrying about them already. Kangin can handle himself. And Yoonji’s too good a shielder to let him get killed...”
“Why would I give a damn about tha-”
“…AND” Leeteuk interrupted Heechul’s interruption. “Hankyung’s good when it comes to work. Plus, he has his own bodyguard.”
Heechul ignored him, and continue to pace angrily around the room.
“You’re going to wear a hole in the carpeting.” Leeteuk commented, to no avail.
“Hmm…” Leeteuk began to comment thoughtfully to himself. “They might have finished already actually... but Hankyung still needs to find his informant to get the reward. And according to him, Curione-sshi is a hard person to track. I wonder who she really is…”
“What?” Heechul looked up at the murmur. Leeteuk was staring off into a distance, a thoughtful frown on his face. It was odd, seeing the usually flippant leader so serious.
“Oh, nothing.” Leeteuk looked up from his musing and smiled. “Just thinking of the past.”
~*~
“Yah… that was smart…”
“How was that smart, unni? They just got caught.”
“No, that guy you saw was actually a girl.”
“… She’s a cross-dresser?”
A pause. “I swear, Dongsaeng. You’ve been staying around me a bit too long.”
“I’m not the one who said it, you did.”
“… Anyway, that girl’s a Shapeshifter. They did a switch-a-roo!”
“Oh… yeah… that is smart.”
“I told you so.”
“Curione-sshi?”
Both of them looked up to see two people, one male and one female, standing a ways back near the staircase.
“Oh. My client has come. Dongsaeng, do you mind?”
“I do actually, but whatever you say, Unni.”
~*~
“Wichan-ah. How can you say such things about me?”
“Of course I can.” The boss, or rather, Wichan answered. She loosened her wavy brown hair and began tying it up into a high ponytail. “They’re mostly true.”
“The word being mostly.” The “driver” turned round, revealing a youthful and handsome looking face. “And that was definitely untrue. We were delayed when we decided to capture Hiro Yamatoshi, who is, the boss of that Yakuza gang we just stole from.”
“Which is why I said it’s Hankyung’s fault. We were delayed since he made the decision.” Wichan concluded.
“So it was you!” Kangin reached out to Hankyung, trying to smack him. “We had a seriously hard time arguing there, you know? Me and Yoonji are a happily married couple after all. It was getting really risky.”
“So, it was only a lie when you said you were angry that I slapped you for forgetting my birthday?” Yoonji asked slyly.
Kangin pretended not to hear.
“Yah! Yah! Yah!” Hankyung glared at Wichan, dodging the smack that Kangin intended for him. “Wait! Wait! Listen! That guy’s wanted! I saw it on the file Curione-sshi showed me! He’s worth 20 000 Adonis!”
Kangin stopped trying to hit him. “Really? Wahoo! You’re a genius, Chinaman!”
“Apparently, I’m only a genius when I earn money… so he says…” Hankyung mumbled in Chinese. Wichan heard it and smirked.
“What did you say? Chinaman!” Kangin presumed Hankyung has insulted him and was all ready to protect his manly pride.
“Ah! Wichan-sshi!” Yoonji said, in order to change the subject. “That shape-shift was very good. But how did you manage the electricity thing?”
Wichan raised an amused eyebrow, but decided to let her Guardian off a smacking. “Well, it’s because of this weapon here.”
Nestled in Wichan’s palm was a silver cuff-link. “It generates electricity and lets it out when you tap it lightly. Seems that our Yakuza Guardian boss isn’t so much of a Guardian after all. The mark on his face is a fake. He doesn’t even have anyone acting as his Soul actually. Just tells his members that he wants to keep her secret, in case anyone decided to betray him.”
“Yah! Cool!” Kangin reached out for it, but Wichan quickly put it away.
“Don’t want you spoiling it before I show Leeteuk-sshi. He would know if it’s valuable. And only if it isn’t, then I’ll let you play with it.”
“Hey, we’re reaching. Gonna let you two down first okay?” Hankyung interrupted them before Kangin could make a fool of himself.
“Where are you going? Hankyung-sshi?” Yoonji asked, politely. She still didn’t know everyone that well yet, being only recently included in the iDOL activities.
“I’m going to hand in the documents and the Yakuza boss to my informant for our reward.” Hankyung answered, then sighed. “But… I’m going to have find her first.”
~*~
Hankyung sighed as he reached the top step. “I can’t understand how you figured out that she would be here.”
“I told you, I sensed her presence. She has quite a distinct one too.” Wichan sighed. “Come on.”
“You still don’t like her?” Hankyung asked, but was distracted from her answer.
For at that moment, two people, a male and a female, brushed past them down the stairs. Hankyung got the impression of coffee-coloured hair and dimples from the guy and an odd mixture of clothes from the girl. But they walked by too fast for him to get a good look at them.
In fact, they were walking too fast to be just plain human.
“Guardian and Soul.” Wichan stated, to which Hankyung nodded.
“Curione-sshi’s a good informant.” Hankyung stated, noticing Wichan’s frown. “Too good for us to try switching to someone else. Oh, please. It’s not like we see her everyday.”
“As if just seeing her isn’t bad enough.” Wichan grumbled, but reluctantly followed after her Guardian.
“Ah, there she is.” Hankyung waved to a figure at the other end of the roof.
The figure waved back, and was slowly revealed to be a tall girl with wine-red hair pulled into a long plait down her back. Her gray eyes twinkled as she saw the pair.
“Well, well! Hankyung-sshi, Wichan-sshi! Seems that you finished the mission within a day after all!” Curione chuckled, then noticed the bundle of person Hankyung was dragging behind him. “Oh? What’s this?”
“He has a bounty on his head.” Wichan answered curtly. “Name’s Hiro Yamatoshi.”
“Ah… I see. Yes, I remember him.” Curione answered thoughtfully. “The one with the 20 000 Adonis bounty. Eh? What’s this… this mark’s a fake!”
“Yes, he was tricking his members with a modified electricity generator. Probably did it to rise in the ranks.” Hankyung answered. “Er… Sorry that we can’t chat, but Leeteuk-hyung called to warn us that Heechul-hyung was getting snappish.”
“Ah, the famous princess. I suppose I shouldn’t keep Her Majesty in want for her subjects.” Curione laughed. “So that’ll be 30 000 Adonis…You’ll want it in greens then.”
“Yes. Thank you.” Hankyung said politely as Curione passed him a wad of green notes. Wichan quickly took them and began counting.
“Wichan-ah.” Hankyung said disapprovingly. “That’s rude.”
“Ah…” Curione waved Hankyung’s scolding on her behalf off. “It’s okay. I’d rather she not trust me. That way, I’d remain trust-worthy.”
“What?” both Hankyung and Wichan were puzzled at that paradox. But Curione’s phone decided to ring at that moment.
“Hello. Oh, it’s you, Ash.” It was Curione’s Soul, of which neither Hankyung nor Wichan had seen hide or hair of. “Yeah, sure. I’ll be on my way.”
“Right, I’d like to stay and chat. But something came up. And the Heenim is waiting for you anyway.” Curione waved them goodbye, disappearing before either of them could reply.
Staring at the empty space which Curione had only occupied 3 seconds early, a question came up into Hankyung’s mind. “How’d she know Heechul’s other nickname was Heenim? We never told her that one, did we?”
“She’s a good informant.” Wichan answered shortly. “Don’t trouble yourself over it. She’s one complicated character.”
Unknown to them, a cloaked figure eavesdropping from another rooftop nodded her agreement.
~*~
There was a celebratory mood in the night air at the Ichiniku hotel. The extra 20 000 Adonis had brought everyone’s mood up. Even Leeteuk, the scrooge, had been so pleased that he actually allowed Heechul to order 5 bottles of sake for an impromptu party.
That night everyone went to bed exceedingly satisfied. The most of all, Kangin, who enjoyed drinking alcohol the most amongst the lot of them.
He’d downed about half the sake they had poured, and was slightly (pretty) drunk by the time he was done. Leeteuk, who was sharing a room with him, started to regret approving the buying of the sake as he led the weaving Kangin to their room.
As soon as Leeteuk managed to dump the raccoon onto one of the single beds, he wheeled back, sinking into the other. He was pretty tired himself, what with Heechul’s shopping rampages, Kangin’s alcoholic drinking and Yesung losing control over his summons.
‘Hmm… Yesung. We should probably do something about that boy soon…’ was Leeteuk’s last thought before he dozed off.
And slowly, slowly, the lights flicked off one by one as everyone one of them fell off to sleep. Until, the last light flickered off, and all was dark.
It was about midnight when Kangin began to dream…
~*~
“Kangin-ah~”
In his dream, Kangin was in paradise.
He was a Mediterranean beach, the sun was shining, the water was a beautiful clear blue. And there were about a dozen of bikini babes circling around him, all calling his name.
Yep, he was in paradise.
And what do men do in paradise?
Drool, of course.
Whilst Kangin was busy watering the sand with his saliva, one particularly hot girl sashayed her way over to him.
“Hello, hottie.” She fluttered her eyelashes at him, from which the cutest brown eyes stared out at. “And what do they call you over where the strong men play?”
“Oh…” Kangin murmured as sexily as he could. “I’m Korea’s number one hot guy.”
“Mmm… I can believe that.” The girl began tracing her finger over Kangin’s face, and in leaning over to do so, showed Kangin an excellent top-view of her *ahem* assets.
Kangin tried to think of an intelligent answer, but failed. Instead, he devoted his mind to simply not slavering over her like a mutt. “Nrk?”
“Mmm… nice lips…” the girl moved her finger over to the delicate ovals of skin. Kangin resisted the urge to giggle. It was ticklish.
Too ticklish.
Now, even in the depths of sleep, Kangin could tell that, sadly, all this wasn’t real.
But why did it feel as if there really was someone touching his lips?
With a jolt, Kangin’s eyes flew wide-open. The first thing he saw was a pair of sleepy brown eyes and messy brown hair…
“YESUNG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
~*~
10 minutes later, Yesung was being marched down to the entrance by a furious Kangin. Overhead, Heechul, Hankyung and some of the Souls peered blearily out of their windows, awakened by the loud commotion.
Leeteuk was sleepily following them, somewhere halfway between dreamland and the waking world. Kangin had insisted that the leader think of a punishment for the slightly confused necromancer.
“Ah… just leave him alone. It’s not the first time he’s done it…” Leeteuk yawned, longing for his warm bed.
“Which is exactly why I don’t want him around for the night.” Kangin growled, feeling extremely cheated in finding out that his hot bikini babe was actually his weird Hyung. “Now, scat. Don’t come back until you’re sure you won’t sneak into other people’s rooms to touch their lips.”
“But what am I going to do so late at night?” Yesung complained, trying to loosen Kangin’s grip on his collar.
“I don’t know! Anything but coming back here and touching people’s lips!”
“Why don’t you go find a Soul?” Leeteuk suggested blearily. Even in his sleep, Leeteuk had still been thinking about Yesung continuous failures in controlling his summons and the answer had come to him about half an hour ago. But still, he hadn’t thought that he’d present the idea to Yesung in THIS way.
“Yeah!” Kangin agreed. “Good idea, Leeteuk! You heard what Teukie-hyung said, right Yesung?”
“Yeah… but…”
“No buts! Now get going!” Kangin lifted Yesung up with ease, and proceeded to toss the necromancer over rooftops of a few houses.
From their vantage point, Heechul and Hankyung winced as they saw Yesung land about 10 meters away. They had seen him attempting to land softly on his feet by summoning some spirits to carry him down.
He managed to control them for about 10 seconds, before they fled, literally dumping him on his nether-end, floating off to enjoy their fleeting moment in the living world.
Heechul looked at Hankyung. “Let’s go back to sleep.”
‘… Yeah.”
~*~