Fyre and Iyce

Disclaimer: Not mine. //sniffles// And I really wish they were too. Okay, so I own Fyre and Iyce, it’s just not the same. This is rated for future lemons. Any flames will be either ignored, set on fire, or turned to ice and shattered after having been used for a good laugh.

Aya glanced at the man leading him around. For a target he didn't look like a bad guy to be precise. He looked like your everyday accountant. Balding, short, fat... Aya laughed silently to himself before looking into one of the glass rooms he was being led by. The man had made himself a target by picking up people off the street and out of clubs and using them for experiments. The failed ones always turned up dead and outside well away from where they were kept. The first one he looked in appeared to be successful. He had the head of a cat and the body of a human. In the next one there were twin ladies.

Noticing his distraction his guide deigned to tell him about the two.

"Those two caused too much trouble separated, once put in the same cell they calmed down. We haven't had much of a chance to study them yet because they have a tendency to kill whoever tries to do anything to them. Their names are Fyre and Iyce. They have the ability to control the element they seem to be named after." Intrigued despite of himself Aya turns and watches the women inside. The one obviously named Fyre, maybe because of her flame colored hair flowing down her back and around her face, stretched leisurely and flowed towards him and the glass separating them.

"Be careful, anyone who got too close to them seems to either end up in pain or dead." Aya ignored the man and found himself staring into violet/blue eyes, the exact same shade as his. She slowly smiled at him before raising a hand to the glass, instead of hitting it as he thought she was about to she laid it on the glass next to his cheek. Her mouth moved, Aya read it even though by the target's face he couldn't. Free us. She blew him a kiss through the glass before sauntering back to her cellmate. Aya puzzled over this on his way back to the room. How did she know what he was here to do? Did she know? That night Aya found himself unable to sleep right away.

Fyre smiled at Iyce on her way back to her.

"Finally, one who isn't here for the money, or to try and use us. He is after that man, I will almost guarantee it." Iyce smiled slowly, if somewhat coolly. "We'll see. I trust your judgment though." The exact opposite of Aya, they fell asleep almost immediately.

"Crimson." Aya awoke to his assumed name for this mission, it would all end tonight. One way or the other. He hoped they would be able to get the girls free, as they would be a great asset to Weiss, if they could actually do what the man said. Aya silently followed the man again as he listened to Bombay over the headset concealed by his hair. *Now!* he heard over the set and without hesitation he slipped his katana free and quickly killed the target. He found himself pleased that he had been hired for a bodyguard and thus able to wear his assassin gear without standing out. Soon and without much conscious thought, he found himself outside of the cage area. Walking by he began opening some of the cages; several of which held people just recently captured. As he pushed the control for the girl's room he felt something cut through his leather and he started to fall. Before he knew it the two were right there next to him, one supporting him and the other... well...the other. If looks could kill the man would have dropped dead BEFORE he got the look. Aya turned to look, somehow he had accidentally pushed the button on cat-guy's cage and he had slashed him. In a burning rage, literally, Fyre raised one arm and pointed at the guy, he burst into flame just as Fyre reached over and picked Aya up.

"Let's get out of here Coldfire." Aya smiled painfully at the new nickname before surrendering to unconsciousness. They soon ran into the remainder of Weiss on their way out the door.

"Who are you?"

"I should ask you the same thing, but now is not the time." Iyce replied before moving on.

"Yeah, Coldfire needs help."

"Coldfire?"

"My name for him, and he didn't object before passing out." Omi sighs.

"Fine, follow me. We gotta get out of here anyway, the mission is complete." Aya groans, quickly catching Fyre's attention.

"This can't wait much longer, Iyce, help me out here." Catching on to her friend's intent she takes Aya and stands him up before leaning him forward onto her, making his back stand out. The wound gapes at Fyre through the opening in the leather. Omi, Ken, and Yohji crowd close around her, all of them making sure they haven't been followed. Fyre concentrates and closes her eyes. She places the tip of her index finger at the beginning of the wound. Omi sees what she's doing and holds the rest of the wound closed. She closes her eyes and starts tracing a path along the wound. All the flesh after her path is perfectly healed except for a thin silver scar. By the time she reaches the end of the wound she looks pale underneath her tan skin. Yohji catches her just as she faints.

"I love it when beautiful women faint into my arms." Yohji jokes softly. Iyce just arches an eyebrow at her friend before picking Aya back up and taking off in the direction of Omi's lead.

Back at the Koneko Fyre wakes up and so does Aya. Manx is waiting for the mission report since this one was so important for them.

"Bombay, report. Who are these two?" Omi smiles,

"This is Fyre, and Iyce. They helped Abyssinian get free after he was wounded by one of the guards." Fyre glances at Manx and smiles.

"Yah, Coldfire will be fine. I took care of the wound." Aya glares at Manx as she raises an eyebrow but turns to show her his new scar. Omi speaks up as her other eyebrow arches as well.

"You should have seen it Manx. It was really bad, but she healed it for him." Manx smiles.

"Fine. I'll talk to Persia. Explain to these two what's going on and come up with names in case they accept. Got it?"

"Yeah Manx, we'll take care of it." So she takes off out of the Koneko and the boys sigh softly. Fyre looks around her.

"So, we have Abyssinian, Manx, Persia, Bombay..."

Ken grins "Siberian."

Yohji nods at her, "Balinese. There's also Birman." Fyre smirks up at Yohji, since he still hasn't put her down and motions for him to lean closer to her. "If you all are cats, are we allowed to make you guys purr?" She whispers in his ear.

Yohji chuckles and nods, "Fine with me, but I don't know about Coldfire and the others."

"I bet Coldfire won't mind me making him purr...." She winks at Yohji before squirming free and landing on her feet.

"Bengal." Omi nods as he adds it to the report he's currently typing up for Manx and his own records.

"Asian." Another nod followed by more typing. Yohji stretches out and smiles at the girls.

"Come on, I'll show you to your rooms. Omi won't be ready to do anything else until he's satisfied that every uh, um, but...is in that report. He's got that kind of memory so it'll irk him if it's not perfect."

"But it's still early! Can't we go out or something?" Yohji glances at his watch, she's right.

"Sure we can. Who all is going?"

"Me and Iyce." Aya glances up at the two and nods.

"I'll go." Yohji's jaw hits the floor.

"Okay, Ken are you coming?" Ken shakes his head.

"I'll stay here and play video games or go to bed."

"Alright, let's go get ready. What are you gals gonna do about clothes?" In response they hold up identical white pouches that they'd had originally before being captured.

"Everything's in here." Iyce replies. So Yohji shows them up to their rooms. Showing them where the shower is at so they can change. Fifteen minutes later, record time for them all, they meet in the main hallway. Yohji dressed in his usual mouthwatering attire, pants Fyre was sure were going to have to be peeled off of his body for example. Fyre had dressed in a short length dress whose pattern matched her name sake and golden sandals. Iyce was in a matching one, except the blue version and black sandals. Everyone was staring at Aya though. Good gods he looks good enough to eat was crossing everyone's mind. A violet colored crop top, somehow the exact shade of his eyes, slashed here and there exposing pale skin. Leather pants tight in all the right places but allowing a wide range of motion, and his black assassin boots.

"All right, let's get out of here before we pounce Aya and never make it to the club." Yohji announces causing Aya to blush slightly before following his teammate to his jeep.

Perhaps they should have dressed down a bit crossed their minds often enough that Fyre amused herself by putting up a mental crosswalk for it. As soon as they'd walked in the door they'd been ambushed. Though much to their surprise they somehow managed to not get separated by the various people coming up to them.

Fyre leans close to Aya and whispers in his ear, "Let's go dance." Aya blinks at her before nodding and they head off to the floor to find Yohji and Iyce. Once they reach them Aya just stands there for a moment.

"Just let yourself move to the rhythm of the music Coldfire." Fyre begins her demonstration and Aya finds himself unconsciously finding the beat and moving to it.

Fyre purrs at him "Perfect." Before moving in closer so she can dance with him. "You need to relax." She comments before leaning in and kissing him. Unable and unwilling to control himself he finds his arms around her holding her closer for the kiss as her hands rest on either side of his face. They break for air and Fyre smiles.

"See?" He nods and sighs softly before admitting defeat, if only to himself. They hear an appreciative whistle and turn to look at Yohji who just smirks at them. Fyre takes a bow and goes back to dancing with Aya. They spend most of the night just dancing and drinking moderately, Yohji actually staying sober so he could drive.

Just when they start to yawn Yohji suggests leaving and they take him up on it. Yohji and Iyce sitting in the front and Fyre and Aya sitting in the back curled up next to each other blinking sleepily. They reach the house and walk through the door. Fyre and Iyce grin at the cute picture Omi makes asleep at his keyboard. They glance over to see Ken sprawled on the couch sleeping, one hand holding the remote and the TV shut off. Fyre and Aya head over and gently pick up Omi. They wave goodnight to Yohji and Iyce and head up the stairs to their rooms. Fyre opens the door for Aya who heads in and places Omi on the bed. Once there, they quickly get him stripped of his work outfit and into his pajamas. Fyre smiles lazily, enjoying the view. Satisfied he joins Fyre in the hall and shuts Omi's door. Meanwhile, downstairs Iyce and Yohji have picked up Ken and headed up the stairs as well. Yohji and Iyce repeat the process that Fyre and Aya had done with Omi. Complete with Iyce admiring Ken's body as Yohji gets him changed for bed. Soon they have all gone to bed and the house is almost too quiet for Fyre and Iyce, used to the sounds of the other prisoners moving about restlessly in their cells. Finally though they join their new teammates in sleep.

Stretching Fyre comes fully awake all at once to the sound of Omi saying, "Come on! Get up!"

Then a few seconds later..."You're gonna miss it, Aya's walking by your door naked!" Sitting bolt upright in bed she stands up and opens her door to find a smirking Omi.

"That's cruel, getting a girl's hopes up like that."

He chuckles "It's okay, I had to use the same ploy with Iyce except I said it was Yohji, but you never know when I'm going to be telling the truth so..." He winks and starts to head off but Fyre catches his arm.

"I'm entitled to my revenge." Omi blinks at her curiously as she leans in close to his face.

"Just wait." She grins. "I'll get you yet." She glances over his shoulder and leers.

"Looking good Kenken." Omi turns around to look at Ken who was heading towards his bedroom, fresh out of the shower wearing nothing but a towel.

"Hey Iyce! Ya gotta see this! *wolfwhistle* Woo! Take it off!" Ken blushes deeply and darts for his room, but not before hearing four more wolfwhistles before he reaches its safety. He leans against the door once inside and hears someone lean against the other side.

"I know you're in there cutie, are you working the shop today?" He swallows "Yeah. Why?"

"I just wondered."

"Oh."

"Let me guess, you're the talkative one." He detects amusement in her voice and smiles.

"Yeah, that's me, talkative to the core." He hears her laughter.

"I like ya already, your sense of humor is good. See ya later hon."