"So you decided to finally kill me now?" - Sanada


Fuji finished taking off his disguise and checked the number of bullets on the gun that Tezuka handed him. He gave a sharp sigh and faced the other agent. "One bullet? Do I look like I'm bulletproof?"

January ignored him as he continued studying a digital map on his phone, focusing mainly on the schematics of the 25th floor. "Just...don't get killed, okay?"

Fuji gave a sharp sigh. He hid the gun on his waist where it's safely covered with the lose shirt he's wearing. "So I deliver him to that black van and then I walk away?"

"Yes."

"What about you?"

Tezuka turned off his phone and looked at him. "Are we friends?"

"No!" Fuji snapped.

"Then stop worrying about me. I'll be fine."


"That, is room service," Yukimura said casually standing up and walking to the door where a muffled buzz on the electronic intercom just sounded. Sanada grabbed his arm, but Yukimura pulled back. "This is my room."

February opened the door and beamed at the housekeeper. Sanada stayed close by, away from the staff's direct vision.

"Your dinner as ordered, sir."

"Of course. Thank you. I'll handle it from here," Yukimura said,dismissing the personnel with a gentle smile. He pushed the food cart in, surreptitiously pulling the steak knife, making sure the other man doesn't notice. Surprise is his main advantage and he only has one chance to do it. He carefully set the plates on the dining table, keeping his hand, the one holding the weapon, off from Sanada's sight.

He heard the guard's footsteps coming close behind him. Yukimura placed the last dish on the table, snapped his eyes shut and listened.

Five steps, four, three...two -

He gripped the tablecloth and yanked it to Sanada's direction, leaving all the plates and dishes clattering on the marble floor. He saw a moment of surprise on Sanada's eyes. Yukimura flipped the knife on his hand.

With mastered accuracy, he darted the weapon to Sanada's head.


Sanada knew he couldn't be too careless with Yukimura around. He gripped the gun on his hand just when he saw the table cloth being thrown on his face. He took a step back in surprise, raising his weapon to fire but a sharp spark distracted his vision, and then he saw the knife.

He managed to back away the same second as the bladed weapon flew on his direction. It grazed on his right cheek where it left a visible cut.

Sanada cursed and fired at nothing in particular. He lunged forward, but there wasn't any traces of Yukimura.

"Shit," he muttered.

His attention was too full of Yukimura that he failed to see the slight movement to his left. He turned back just in time to receive a solid blow to his abdomen. Sanada staggered back, coughing in mixed pain and surprise.

In his years of service in the military, he had his own experiences of deadly encounters with mercenaries and drug syndicates. He knows what real pain and knows how to handle his ground. But the blow just now...

He fell on one knee, groaning and raising the gun, ready to fire.

But Yukimura was faster, drawing another knife, this time one of his own, and threw it straight to Sanada's hand.

The marine officer groaned in pain, his gun falling down from his grip as the knife stabbed through his palm. He didn't even had enough time to react before Yukimura pulled out the weapon from his hand. Sanada groaned as more blood oozed from the wound.

He grimaced as he saw Yukimura lick the tip of the knife with his blood. Sanada met several killers in the past with a hell lot of psycho tendencies, but looking at the bluenette on the same light just seemed...too creepy. And then he felt the sudden blur in his vision. Sanada shook his head harshly.

"Dizzy?" Yukimura asked, lowering himself so he was face to face with the other man. "That's the poison working. I love to have different types of them on my knives and you see..." he said, caressing Sanada's cheek. "The one that hit you is quite deadly."

Sanada coughed. He felt his body slowly, numbing. But what worried him most was his fading vision. He felt February leaning in as he licked his wounded cheek. "So you decided to finally kill me now?" he breathed.

Yukimura traced a thumb on his lower lip. "Of course not...I said I'd protect you. And trust me...I have better plans. But I need you...to shut up and let me do my job. "

The next thing Sanada knew, February's cold lips was on his, kissing him with so much gentleness he would have otherwise found endearing if not their current situation. Sanada raised a hand to push him away, but Yukimura held him still. The marine officer found the other's reasoning so twisted he didn't even want to think about it. After all, how can the man who just stabbed his hand and poisoned him claim to be doing all these for protection? Besides, he didn't want it.

The door slammed open.

Yukimura broke the kiss and stood up. He turned to the intruder, dropping the bloodied knife at the sight of the person he so long wanted to see. "Kunimitsu..."

Tezuka stared back at his friend with indifference and then darted a look at Sanada's figure sitting on the floor. "What poison?"

The bluenette frowned at the tone. "Tezuka, what are you-"

"What poison?" Tezuka repeated in what sounded as a command.

February snapped his eyes with a sigh, "Belladonna...it's-"

"I know what it is. Give him the antidote."

The bluenette looked offended. They haven't seen each other for five years and this is how they greet each other on their first reunion? He looked away with a frown. When he didn't move, Tezuka closed their distance and grabbed him. He picked up the knife that the other just dropped and slit Yukimura's arm.

Fresh blood oozed from his arm but the bluenette couldn't care more. He need not to be told what to do next. He went back to Sanada and lifted his chin. "Drink," he muttered, urging the marine officer to swallow few drips of his blood. With the 12 types of poison he uses, all of it can be canceled out using the antidote injected on his body by none other than Renji. This way, February could stay forever safe against his own weapon of choice.

But just like any other formidable weapons, it has some drawbacks to the beholder. In Yukimura's case, it's his unpredictable character which borders from mild psychosis to extreme paranoia. He doesn't panic though, doesn't hallucinate. But when the antidote - a unique concoction of drugs - on his blood acts up as a result of bleeding, just like now, the gentle, lovely Yukimura becomes the GUILD's February - the notorious no.2 agents who's known for his horrifying and unspeakable ways of torturing his prey.

And Tezuka has always been that single person who can control him.

So when January left 5 years ago. Yukimura held himself back, took extra caution to make sure he doesn't bleed much on missions.

"Aren't you a bit happy to see me?" Yukimura asked, hurt obvious in his voice, though the flare in his eyes told something more. "I've been patient. You never came back, not a call, not a message, nothing!" He turned and glared at his friend. "You don't have any idea how..." February inhaled, feeling the familiar throbbing of his head and the slow surge of anger boiling in him. He clenched his fists "...how hard it is to to stand on top of the GUILD in your absence and...to prevent myself from killing...people...members of our own, September, god I hate him...I-"

"Seiichi," Tezuka started with the same voice that has always tamed the other. "Breathe."

Yukimura did. He closed his eyes and inhaled...exhaled...Few more seconds, he opened his eyes.

"Better?" January asked.

Yukimura nodded with a slight blush. "I'm sorry...I didn't-"

Tezuka raised a hand, stopping him. "I'll take it from here. You go up and provide Fuji some backup in case things go messy."

Yukimura smiled. "The last time I checked this is still my mission. And Fuji's my backup not the other way around. I..." he paused, glancing back at the marine's slumped figure on the floor. "...am not leaving Genichirou..."

"You don't want to do this," Tezuka said with a frown, having quite the idea what Seiichi has on mind. And this is not what he planned to happen. With Sanada's identity now compromised, it's highly likely that he can no longer go back to service. By then he'll be jobless...free from anyone's control, in search for a new reason to live...just like how Shiraishi was before Yukimura took him in. "Seiichi, leave. Now."

The bluenette looked at him with an amused arched of a brow. "We're friends. But I don't take orders from you, remember?"


SY: Writing this chapter sparked an idea. What if I make a spin-off focusing on say...Yukimura's 7 Deadly Sins?...which stands for his 7 deadliest types of poison...and each poison...is meant for 7 different targets...and WHAT IF...he falls for one of those targets? OMG...I can actually see the story happening! *clasps hands in excitement*. I know. This things happen to me...sort of nuts...but...don't mind me...and why does Yukimura looks so stunningly gorgeous even on his psycho state?! I can't...

(It's 2 a.m! Okay bye! Got to hit the bed now! Reviews are loved!)

P.S. Belladonna is real. It's a poisonous flower - both the leaves and the berries. So if someone tells you to eat the edible-looking berries, say NO. And next chapter's for FUJI and ATOBE fandom because I say so.