"Did no one ever tell you to look out for strangers when you were young?" Nago Keisuke punctuated his question with a raised eyebrow.
Kurenai Wataru hesitated for a little while before replying. "Well . . . I didn't really know my father and my mother could defend herself."
"Aah, so she was a martial artist?"
"Not really," Wataru squirmed a bit. "Nago-san, what exactly are you doing?"
Nago ignored the younger man's question and continued coiling the chain in his hands. "Kurenai-san, I'm sure you are familiar with my chosen profession, correct?"
"The policeman said that you were a . . . bounty hunter? It was after you caught that German man . . ." Wataru trailed off, unsure of where the conversation was going.
"That's right. I hunt down those who do evil to the unfortunate, in order that they may atone for their deeds and be reborn," Nago nodded. "In my line of work, I come across some of the worst scum the world has to offer, with crimes as numerous as they are. It is my job . . . no, my duty to tell the rest of the human race what these men do."
"Anooo . . ." Wataru looked straight at Nago and said point blank, "That still doesn't explain why you tied me up in this chair naked."
With a more innocent look than someone would guess he could pull off, Nago replied, "Obviously, someone needs to demonstrate the dangers of you going to an undisclosed location with a person you've only known for a few days."
"But isn't that what I just did with you? Nago-san . . ." Wataru's protest was cut short as Nago put his finger to Wataru's lips.
Nago smirked. "I'm teaching you."
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Short ficlet because I was only four episodes in when I wrote this and probably shouldn't chose an OTP that early in the series (but Nago is waaaay too easy to slash with Wataru, never fear.).