Black Knight ◇ Yuri On Ice

Divided We Fall

I thought I saw the devil
This morning
Looking in the mirror

Two days later, at 5:12am sharp, everything goes wrong.

"I'm about twenty minutes out. What are the GR's?" My knuckles turn white against the black wheel of my car.

"Victor is in his house and the skulls have just left HQ" Pichit informs through the speaker, sounding pinched.

"Where can I intercept?" The question is barely comprehensive since my teeth are grinding so hard. This wasn't supposed to happen.  I was supposed to have two more days.

Pichit doesn't answer for a while, probably calculating the route of the skulls, estimating speed and time. And while I know he can't pluck answers from thin air, every second that passes makes the fire inside me larger an larger. This isn't supposed to happen.

"west commercial road" the second I hear the words my foot slams on the acceleration like it's been dying to ever since Pichit said Victor's name over the phone.

Those people, Amber's people, are coming for my Victor. The man that's already been through too much and is finally happy. I won't let them take that away, take him away.

"How many Pichit?" Buildings blur past as I tear down Londons roads, they're clear, but not as clear as I'd like them to be. It's no challenge for an advanced driver but I'm so scared, so angry, so desperate, that I'd cause several car accidents just to get to Canary Wharf as soon as possible.

I always imagined that if anything happened to Victor I would be there, by his side. Not desperately flying through the other side of London like I'm escaping a tsunami.

I can imagine him, at home. Alone. Probably working, maybe wearing those cute poodle pijamas; At peace, comfortable.

Not this. Never this.

And somehow, even though I should blame Amber, maybe even Minako,   I'm blaming myself. I shouldn't have been so careless, N wouldn't have done such a thing. I trusted Minako too much. I was selfish; so busy trying to catch up to my mentor to forsee something like this.

Now I'm being hit where it hurts the most and it's all my fault.

"One truck, seven guys"

I can handle that. I'm Black Knight. I can do this.

"I'm going to call you backup."

"No need. I've taken on more than seven before"

"They've just crossed Themes and you're coming to the Barbican so you'll intercept right at the crossroads before Commercial"

My fingers flex at the wheel, muscles taught, eyes sharp, fueled and on the road. It's happening and soon.

Luckily I'm returning from a job and am wearing my gear. All that's left to do is reach for my mask, attach it, then unzip the carrier bag on the passage seat to reveal my weapons. Immediately I go for automatic guns, slipping two into my belt to accompany my semi automatic handgun.

Then I see it. A heavy military truck turning onto Commercial road a ways infront of me.

"Target in sight" Pichit declares, as if I need clarification.

Not replying, I get the window down, slip a heavy duty gun out of the bag and aim it at the wheels. It's not easy, holding a heavy gun while aiming, trying to drive in a straight line and being so angry. But it's going to work out. Whatever the outcome, Victor is going to be alive.

When I'm close enough, I viciously fire at the wheels. It takes a lot, they're thick wheels, made to endure, but with such a powerful gun and such a good aim I eventually get through. The gunshots stop and the truck begins to loose control.