Author: Skytate17
Title: A Violent Tango
Summary: Bridge is an aspiring musician struggling to make ends meet. He turns to alcohol to solve all his problems and selling illegal substances to make enough money to get by. Sky is the complete opposite. He's an assassin who gets paid for killing unworthy people, and has earned wealth and money from his job. Everything changes when Sky meets Bridge, and Bridge becomes the only thing between Sky and his job.
Chapter Six
Bridge snuggled closer to his pillow, wrapping his arms cozily around it. The pillow smelled great, like a mix of cologne and mint. Bridge nuzzled his nose into something hard, little prickly hairs poking his nose. It was then that Bridge felt heat radiating from his pillow. Except, it wasn't even a pillow, it was a human.
"Oh my Jesus!" He cursed, thrashing around like a dead fish, this causing him to topple off the bed and onto the hard floor. Apparently, not even all the commotion woke up Sky, who was currently sleeping on Bridge's bed. The fact that Sky had slept in the same bed as him didn't frighten Bridge, the fact that Sky was a killer and was very much capable of striking any moment did.
Sky, deep in his slumber and completely oblivious to Bridge eyeing him, continued snoring loudly and snuggling into the pillow that had taken Bridge's place. This, in Bridge's mind, was the perfect opportunity to escape.
Bridge rose to his feet, carefully and slowly, and tip-toed to the door, pulling on the door knob ... creak.
"Whuut?" Sky slurred, using his elbows to push himself upwards.
"Uh, hi!" Bridge greeted, closing the slightly open door quickly. "Morning!"
Sky let out a stifled yawn. "You were trying to escape weren't you?"
"No! Of course not! Why would you say that?"
"You have a guilt look on your face," Sky fluffed up the pillow and placed it behind his back. "The only reason I slept here was to prevent that,"
"Prevent what?"
"You escaping, of course,"
"Oh,"
Sky chuckled. "Oh? You expected something better?"
"If you're not going to kill me, then why can't I go home?" Bridge argued, pouting like a little kid.
"Go home so someone else can kill you instead? If you want, then go ahead," Sky smirked.
"You could have slept on the floor," Bridge hugged his torso with his arms.
"Can I trust you not to leave while I take a shower?" The covers on top of the bed were strewn off while Sky wobbled his way out the room and into the bathroom, with Bridge following him closely. "Hey man, I shower alone, I'm not into that bondage shit," Sky joked.
"I demand to know what's going on!" Bridge protested, stomping his right foot childishly. "What's going to happen to me? Why do you have to kill me? Who wants to kill me? Exactly, who are you?"
Slam.
"I'll tell you after my bath," Sky yelled from inside the vacant bathroom. He sighed in relief while slithering out of his shirt. With a swift motion, the water tap was open and water splashed from the faucet, filling the bathtub quickly. He nearly jumped into the boiling water when he was in the nude, savoring the warmth of the water loosening up his tense muscles.
Bridge listened as Sky splashed in the bathtub, his stomach growling and sending him signs of hunger. He hadn't eaten anything yesterday, unless you counted a spoonful of Nutella as a meal, and what he had eaten, he had vomited out already. "I feel like eating cake," He muttered to himself, letting his feet drag him in the kitchen. He then threw a hissy fit because Sky didn't have any flour and couldn't fulfill his desire to have cake. He ended up settling for some left-over cake Sky had stored in his fridge.
Inside the bathroom, Sky ran his hands through the water, moving them in circles and making the water swirl. An hour passed by, and then another, and then another, and then another until Sky's skin was shriveled and the heat in the small bathroom was too much for Sky to handle.
"Did you eat all the cake?!?" Sky shrieked at the sight of Bridge nibbling on some fruit cake.
"There's still some left in the fridge, hey you know what I just noticed. If you morph my name and your name together, it turns into Skydge, isn't that weird?" Bridge said thoughtfully.
"For sure, quick question though, why are you morphing our names together?" Sky giggled, stuffing his face with some of Bridge's untouched fruit cake.
"It can also be Bridgky, Shudge, Bridyer, but I like Skydge the best, it has a certain feel to it," Bridge nodded knowingly.
"How bored were you?"
"Hey! You were in there for like three hours! I have my reasons to be bored out of my head, and now I demand information!" Bridge's expression changed from goofy and silly to serious and tough in a matter of seconds.
"Well let's see if I remember all the questions you asked me...oh yes! Nothing is going to happen to you if you stay close to me, I don't know why I have to kill you, the boss didn't give me a reason and I have no idea who wants to kill you but I have a few guesses. Oh, and I'm Shuyler Tate, Sky for friends, 21 year old, raised in Virginia, my whole family have been assassins like me and I like to take long baths and eat fruit cake in my spare time,"
"Lovely, another question though, why haven't you killed me yet? Is this like torture or something? Do you want me to drive myself crazy?"
"I don't know why I haven't kill you yet, I guess I just don't see the point. Plus, I think my boss is up to something," Sky said through gritted teeth.
"An explanation would be nice..."
"Your father busted my boss and sent him to jail,"
"...Wow. Are you sure it's my dad?" Bridge gulped, a lump forming in his throat.
"I don't know any other Mike Corbett who's a cop, plus, my boss freaked when I mentioned your father's name, so I think he knows who you are," Sky chewed down the last piece of cake.
"...Wow, that's so...wow. So your boss doesn't like my dad?"
"Apparently not,"
"I'll make my dad send him a fruit basket or something. What type of fruits does he like?" Bridge batted his eyelashes curiously.
"Are you serious?!? We're having a conversation that could possibly save you and your father's life and all you're thinking about is a damn fruit basket?!?"
"I personally love kiwis," Bridge gushed, clapping his hands together excitedly.
"Whatever, I'm over this shit. You can leave if you want, you're not my problem anymore," Sky sighed, using his jaw to point at the door. Bridge narrowed his eyebrows in confusion, having a staring contest with Sky. "Go on, leave!" Sky huffed, pulling Bridge up by his collar and practically throwing him out the door.
"Can I at least call a cab or something?" Bridge cried before...
Slam.
Bridge's shoulders sagged. "Shit,"