(My first story so don't freak out. It's probably eeeewwweeehhh, but the idea came from my new game I just bought. I'm pretty much addicted. It's awesome. 3 anyway pairing(s) for now are Gregory X Ze Mole. Enjoy 3)
It was 2:00pm when Christophe woke. It was cold and Gregory as fucking usual took all the blankets. "Stupeed beetch" He mumbled under his breath. The brunette didn't like being up this early.
Since there was never a thing on TV, he doesn't have pets because he's terrified of dogs (he'll never admit it), and Gregory was one of the hardest people to wake up. Christophe decided to check their email, just for the hell of it, also for more missions. Once they picked one, the two were stuck with it.
He looked around the small dark room for the Brit's red and silver laptop. He always his it because Ze Mole was nosey and teased him with pictures of men with no shirts, naked girls, etc. The boy couldn't find it. He looked in the dresser, under the bed, in the bathroom, the case, the bags, the closet, everywhere. Even the shower. "God dammeet!" He ran and jumped on the bed landing on the blonde boy, making him jump and shoot up. "What the hell?" Gregory said quietly as he rubbed his eyes looking around, the down at the brunette. He sighed and asked "What now?" Christophe just smirked "Ze fuckeeng laptop." Gregory was angry. 2:00am for a damn laptop. He groaned before getting up, lifting up the mattress and pulling out the sleek flat surface.
"Here. Don't do anything stupid."
"Em not!" He started to walk downstairs, running his fingers through his hair.
"Good luck" The blonde said as he returned to the warm bed.
"What vous zay?" Sometimes that boy was confusing and just hard to understand. He giggled a bit and answered tiredly "That's the password. Good luck" The brit covered up and fell asleep faster than he should have. Chris just rolled his eyes and went down to the living room. For about 15 minutes he checked the emails, every 5 minutes. Until one was received. He clicked it and then had to go get his partner. Christophe refused to go to school so he wasn't the best reader. All he understood was 'Mission Location: Japan'.
He once again jumped on the blonde. It seemed to be one of the few ways he could wake him up. Gregory got up already knowing who it was. "No."
He smacked his arm hard, leaving a red spot. "I deednt zay anyzhing!" He shouted. The blonde always found ways to pick with him. Always. He smiled evilly. "I know I know. What is it, love?" He asked getting right back up the same way he did before. "Email. Und vous knows moi can't read vell" Gregory was surprised actually. An email for a mission. This early? Something's up. He snatched the laptop a little curious about it. There were 3. Japan, Soviet Russia, and France. Gregory and Christophe both crossed off France. Too many of the brunette's relation. Their cover would be blown quickly. They had been to Soviet Russia more times than Ze mole could count. So they had agreed to Japan. They were both pretty confused about this one. Well, Gregory was. Christophe was mad about it and wanted to switch but it was impossible to now they had chose that one. The email read:
*This mission is located in Tokyo, Japan. One of you must go undercover as a priestess since in your specific location, that's what is in the churches, or as they say there Temples. The recommended one for this part is the one who weighs the less of you two boys. Once you have gotten in, at around 4-6 o clock. A man who looks helpless will come on to speak with our priestess. There's a mist over the city he wants taken care of and that's when you go into action. After you have answered him, he'll pull a gun on you both. He will look very helpless, but is not what he seems. His name was never stated nor a great description was given. So keep your guard up. His men will be outside waiting. Once the shots are fired, His men will let loose a few guard dogs. You must be careful. The flight to this mission will arrive at 5:00am. The two of you will arrive in your location at about 11:00pm. This gives you time to sleep and get ready. Once you kill these men, search the corpses for a blue and white folder labeled "Classified". Keep you guard up and be safe*
Gregory read the whole email and then laughed. The blonde weighed more than the brunette. "You get to be the pretty priestess lady." He teased. Christophe was not one bit happy, but that was it. There was no going back. They both walked up the stairs and started to pack their bags. Chris lit a cigarette and waited. Gregory replied to the email and shut down his laptop before hiding it in a new place.
When their alarm clock hit 5:00am exactly. A black Sudan pulled up with tinted windows. That's their ride. They grabbed their belongings and got in. Chris sighed as if he was depressed. As usual. Gregory scooted over by him and kissed his cheek gently. "Don't be mad, it's just going undercover. So what? I had to do things like that too." He explained. The boy pushed him away.
"Zats not vhat I vas concerned about!" He turned over and closed his eyes. Chris thought to himself, pretending to be asleep. The same words ran through his head 'Guard Dogs'.