Someone gets kidnapped, Saruhiko gets a special mission, and Misaki sulks over tickets.
Day 1. 11:49 pm
Saotome Hotel, Shizume City
The young man let out a sigh as he entered his hotel room that night, exhausted from an entire day of work after weeks of intense practice and sleepless nights. Seven more days huh? He thought with a slight smile, stripping off his outfit for the day.
He wasn't complaining about his aching body, nor his sore throat; not even the insane practice sessions he had to do. He loved his job no matter how physically and mentally taxing it was. Although sometimes it can a bit much… detrimental to his health even…
Not exactly the job itself, really, but more the inconveniences it sometimes brings…
"Toki-kun~"
He froze in the process of unbuttoning his undershirt, a cold shiver involuntarily crawling up his spine that had nothing to do with the Aircon. "Who's there" he demanded, feeling his heart rate increase at the thought of an peered cautiously into the dark room, but there was no trace of anyone there…
"You've been a veery bad boy Toki-kun~"
An eerie giggle reached his ears, resounding throughout the dimly lit hotel room and making every single hair on his body stand on end. Stepping back a few paces, even he, known as the calm perfectionist of the group, found it terribly hard to keep his composure when he discovered the doorknob was missing. Actually, where was he? He was no longer in the hotel room, or anywhere at all even. Just dark, empty space… "W-Who are you?" he forced out, voice slightly shaking from the beginnings of panic. "Where is this? What do you want with me?" he rasped, straining his eyes against the darkness for anything at all, feeling himself tremble.
"You wound me"the voice replied, and suddenly, out of nowhere, a pair of arms wrapped around his waist, making his flinch so harshly he nearly tumbled over if it weren't for the painfully real limbs keeping him in place. …Although that wasn't reassuring at all. In fact, it did nothing but increase his already erratic heart rate.
"After all… You're Mine"
Day 2. 8:10 am
Census Division of Tokyo's Legal Affairs Bureau, Annex 4
Fushimi Saruhiko couldn't help the urge to flee from the room after the third time the Captain eyed him with a contemplative gaze.
All soldiers of Scepter 4's Special Unit stood side by side in the base's meeting room as the female Lieutenant reported about an incident half-a-day prior. The Gold King himself gave them the order due to the target being a National Artist, the case already labeled Cobalt Blue once it has been confirmed that a particularly nasty Beta Strain was behind it.
Apparently, a certain popular Idol of a certain popular Idol group was kidnapped just hours before, but it wasn't a 'normal' kidnapping. The idol was still physically present when his manager came to check on him that morning. Key term being physically.
Why was it a Cobalt Blue mission? The same thing happened to almost everyone else following a single path up to the Idol's room. How did they know it was a Strain? Well, it appears everyone else had a small figurine version of themselves right next to the immobile body, and as soon as the figurines touched the body, they disappeared and the people woke up.
Also, surveillance cameras caught everything on tape.
The perpetrator was a single person. Specifically, a teenage girl; likely with social or mental problems who finally fell off the deep end, gained dangerous powers, and decided to take her sick obsession to the next level with said dangerous powers.
Why did it seem like such a troublesome mission? Simple. She knew she was caught on camera, going so far as to pose in front of it with the tiny Idol figuring in hand before literally disappearing into thin air, leaving only a note with the cliché horror-esque line:
He's mine now.
Of course, if it was a mission assigned to them then the young raven had no right to complain. It if was a search-and-capture mission then it shouldn't be too annoying… but Fushimi Saruhiko was perceptive.
Back to the Captain.
He was able to ignore the first few stares, but as the gazes lingered and a light twinkle appeared in the Blue King's deep purple eyes followed by the slightest hint of a smirk on his perpetually smiling lips, Saruhiko just knew he was planning something.
Something that concerned him.
And if Captain Munakata is planning something that concerns any of his subordinates –sans Lieutenant Awashima for the sole reason that she actually has the willpower to be able to decline and the Captain actually accepts it— it's bound to be something dangerous, humiliating, or both.
Saruhiko just knew this will be both. Knew it the moment the Idol's profile appeared on screen along with the bright bold letters that indicates the case is to be kept under wraps from the general public.
Through a freaking week-long tour in Shizume City.
With a freaking autograph signing to happen in T-minus 3 hours!
WITH NO SIGNS OF CANCELLATION!
Oh yes he knew. He just knew what his sadistic, tyrannical captain was planning no. freaking. doubt about it.
And No. Nuh-uh. No sir-ee. He wants none of it.
…
Sadly that's not how the world worked.
"Fushimi-kun" Munakata Reisi began once Lieutenant Awashima finished relaying the information, giving out specific orders to the rest of the group, thus making the third-in-command stiffen…. "You have a… special mission for this case"
Alas. There it was.
"I refuse" the raven deadpanned, keeping his eyes steeled forward in an attempt to ignore the King's amused gaze. Pretending that if he kept at it long enough, the Captain would reconsider.
…Sadly, again, things just aren't that simple.
"Fushimi-kun… this is an order from your Captain" the Blue King stated calmly, perfectly composed as his smirk now completely took over his face.
Saruhiko felt his eye twitch as he tried to resist the urge to glare murder at his King, ignoring the completely obvious fact that he couldn't say anything to that, that there's really no way out of it, that he's fighting a losing battle…
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Munakata Reisi's amused smile never wavered.
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…
"Tch" well he tried.
Day 2. 11:00 am
Bar HOMRA
Totsuka Tatara had to sweatdrop at the sight that met him when he entered bar HOMRA that day.
"Uhm… hello…?" he greeted cautiously, letting the door swing closed behind him, the sound of the bell chiming almost deafening in the gloomy atmosphere of the room. "What's up?"
"It's just not fair" Yata Misaki groaned for the umpteenth time that morning, face-down on the bar counter. "All my hard work, for nothing!"
Kamamoto Rikio stood next to him, takoyaki in one hand, the other patting his friend's back. "It's alright Yata-san. You can just go to the next one!"
"SHUT UP KAMAMOTO! There won't BE a next one!" the Vanguard growled at him, a whine unmistakable in his tone of voice. "AND DON'T TOUCH ME!" he pouted.
Glass shattered on the other side of the counter, revealing a pretty pissed off Kusanagi Izumo clutching the remnants of a… particularly thick beer glass. He looked just about ready to kill someone if not for the fact that he would damage his precious bar. Tatara felt a chill crawl up his spine when his upperclassman's burning gaze suddenly met his, intent clear behind his sunglasses. Ah…
Get this freaking idiot out of here.
"What is it Kamamoto?" he finally began, catching the blond's message. He approached the side of the bar his kouhai are in with a calming smile.
As if on cue, the song currently playing over the radio ended and a new one took its place.
Aah, kimi dake ni todoke
kono kaze no oto yo…
Feeling heart….
If possible it seemed as if the Vanguard's aura just darkened. But Tatara recognized that song.
Kamamoto began to explain the details. "Yata-san is sulking because the tickets sold out before he could get his pay-check from his part time job. It seems there's supposed to be an event today"
"SHUT IT! I'M NOT FREAKING SULKING!" the Vanguard growled, his posture and tone of voice completely contradicting that statement. "Totsuka-saaan!" he whined, turning to the older brunette like a child would his mother.
A new smile crawled up HOMRA's third-in-command's face at that, patting the Vanguard on the head, to which the Vanguard half-heartedly swatted at. "Cheer up Yata-kun" he merely stated, eyes sparkling with mischief.
Yata remained oblivious, but Kamamoto was able to catch it. "Totsuka-san…?" he asked, tilting his head.
The older brunette winked.
Kamamoto's eyes widened, a grin stretching on his face.
Yata pouted, looking back and forth between the two, completely confused.
"Congrats Yata-san!"
Tatara faced him, reaching inside his shirt pocket. "You can't expect to meet your idol looking like that, can you?" it was more a statement than a question, making Yata's already confused mind even more puzzled.
And then a piece of paper entered his line of vision.
His mouth dropped.
"H-How… why… what… ehh? T-T-T-Totsuka-san that is…!" he began, hands trembling only inches away from the blessed paper, glancing back and forth between its printed surface to the wide grin on his superior's face, his own eyes practically sparkling.
Totsuka chuckled at the reaction, holding it out. "You can have it" he stated, and it was out of his hands before he could blink, the Vanguard practically glowing!
"I-I-I-Is it really ok? Really?" Yata asked again, although his grip remained tight on the ticket in his hands.
"Congratulations Yata-san!" Kamamoto announced again, clapping his hands together with the taiyaki in his mouth. Yata ignored him.
"Yep. I won it from a raffle at the supermarket this morning. I think you'll make better use of it that me" he shrugged, laughing when the Vanguard's petite form suddenly crashed into him in a huge bear hug.
"THANK YOU TOTSUKA-SAN!" he exclaimed, grip tightening to the point the older brunette could barely breathe. "THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!"
And just like that the younger brunette was out in a flash.
kimi ga negau koto no zenbu ga hoshi ni naranai kamoshirenai
"He's a big fan huh?" Tatara stated, staring after the Vanguard.
Kamamoto nodded beside him. "Yes sir. He's been saving up for that ticket ever since the announcement came up. I can't even get a single one of his songs out of my head now with how often Yata-san listens to them" he explained.
Tatara chuckled again before turning to face him. "Shouldn't you go after him?" he asked with a tilt of his head.
"Hai?" the blond mirrored the action.
dakedo shinjiru yume de areba
ikusen aru "yozora no ichiban kirameku hazu no houseki" sa
A bang resounded from the doorway at that instant and Kamamoto barely had time to swallow the rest of his snack before he was being yanked out the doorway.
"There are two tickets!" Tatara called after them, laughing all the while.
"W-W-Wait Yata-san! Calm down!" the blond called out, trying to catch his breath and catch up at the same time. "Where are we going?" he asked between pants.
"Where else dumbass?" Yata Misaki's pace didn't slow in the least as he trekked forward, eyes focused on a single spot. "Ichinose Tokiya's Autograph signing!"
Song: Nanairo no Compass
...Oh come on, like none of you people ever thought about this XDDD *SHOT*
So I know I sure work on K-Oni, but there's this Free! fic in AO3 about Tokiya (Miyano-sama) secretly being Rin (Mamoru-sama) in disguise and me and my friend were like... OMG SARU (Miyano Mamoru-sama) SO TOTALLY FITS THAT PLOT TO A T! XDDD *SHOTAGAIN*
Except I have unexpectedly complicated plot bunnies in my head saying they don't want Saru secretly being Tokiya exactly and thus another Plottiful fic! XDD I really don't know where my crackbunnies are that I can't seem to write an actual Humor fic these days... but I REEEEEEALLY wanna write about how Reisi gets Saru to become Scepter 4's poster boy by being HAYATO and Misaki Fanboys XDD (OMG Expect that here sometime in the future deesu!)
So what do you guys think? Like it? Hate it? Curious about what will happen? ^w^
Review? OwO
