There was no question about it; Zitao was pathetic in the way that he forgave, and the way that he was always ready to take the blame. He just didn't like himself enough to believe that he deserved any better. He wasn't proud of anything he'd done in his line of work, or what it had made him. He was a bad person... But he had never felt like one when he was with Jiyong back then, during the joy rides and skipped classes and nights telling tales while patching each other up in the older boys shitty one room apartment. Jiyong had always been impressed and amused and even seemed kind of proud of him as he listened to the details of Zitao's jobs as they had gotten bigger and dirtier. Jiyong had accepted him and liked him just the way he was, all shit included, and made him feel like he was actually worth something. And that waas why, it was Jiyong who had always had the power to either build him up or break him down and Zitao just couldn't fight against it. Because he was nothing without those sweet lies. Without Jiyong he was just a filthy criminal -- even lower than that now that now that he had betrayed his gang and run away. Had gotten people killed... All he had was this.
The fleeting moment was gone too fast, as always, and he was lucky Jiyong was such a quick thinker when flung into the thick of things. The flurry of thoughts racing through his mind slowed as soon as he heard the cloaked order, perfectly clear to him even amongst all chaos of angry voices. He gave no sign at all that he had heard, except the tight hold he had around Jiyongs neck secretly loosened, ready to be easily pushed away at any moment. He let Jiyong do all the speaking, hanging back and keeping his glare trained on the closest enemy. He smoothly shifted the aim of the gun from his hostages temple to Soohyuks face as the man stepped closer with the keys, and......
In a split second Zitao's arm had dropped away from Jiyong's neck and they were side by side as Jiyong shot Soohyuk in the stomach and ZItao shot the grey hoodie square in the chest. He had to rush forward to punch the gun out of the guys hand, as he valiantly aimed to shoot even in his last moments, hand shaking as he spluttered blood. Luckily Zitao was quick enough to disable the gun and let the mans body drop to the floor, choking and twitching. It made Zitao grimace, and just as he turned away from the grisly sight he simultaneously heard a bang and felt a sharp, hot pain in his shoulder. It was his immediate reaction to leap out of the way, dodging the second shot and, in the next split second, planting one into the guy already laying on the floor; the second crony jiyong had wounded. Well, he was dead now.
Zitao muttered something under his breath in Chinese, but no translation was needed to know it was pretty much an embittered "for fucks sake..." as he moved over to Jiyong and gave him the gun, then clutched at his injured shoulder with a wince and headed towards the stairs. "Let's get out of here."
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Date: 2015-04-23 03:41 pm (UTC)The fleeting moment was gone too fast, as always, and he was lucky Jiyong was such a quick thinker when flung into the thick of things. The flurry of thoughts racing through his mind slowed as soon as he heard the cloaked order, perfectly clear to him even amongst all chaos of angry voices. He gave no sign at all that he had heard, except the tight hold he had around Jiyongs neck secretly loosened, ready to be easily pushed away at any moment. He let Jiyong do all the speaking, hanging back and keeping his glare trained on the closest enemy. He smoothly shifted the aim of the gun from his hostages temple to Soohyuks face as the man stepped closer with the keys, and......
In a split second Zitao's arm had dropped away from Jiyong's neck and they were side by side as Jiyong shot Soohyuk in the stomach and ZItao shot the grey hoodie square in the chest. He had to rush forward to punch the gun out of the guys hand, as he valiantly aimed to shoot even in his last moments, hand shaking as he spluttered blood. Luckily Zitao was quick enough to disable the gun and let the mans body drop to the floor, choking and twitching. It made Zitao grimace, and just as he turned away from the grisly sight he simultaneously heard a bang and felt a sharp, hot pain in his shoulder. It was his immediate reaction to leap out of the way, dodging the second shot and, in the next split second, planting one into the guy already laying on the floor; the second crony jiyong had wounded. Well, he was dead now.
Zitao muttered something under his breath in Chinese, but no translation was needed to know it was pretty much an embittered "for fucks sake..." as he moved over to Jiyong and gave him the gun, then clutched at his injured shoulder with a wince and headed towards the stairs. "Let's get out of here."