"And I have all the money in the world," - Atobe
"Inui and I had devised few plans as alternative. You can look into them when-"
"There is only one plan, Yuushi," Atobe said, his tone final. "We shall end the GUILD."
They were currently at Artemis, another one of Atobe's mansions. Unlike the others though, this house is more like an underground hideout more than a stunning mansion. Still, its facilities were nothing short of what you would expect from Atobe's first grade taste. It's where they drove after the encounter at Athena's Garden. And while Yuushi would have personally wanted to take some rest, their boss would none have of it, demanding their presence in his private office - which to everyone's opinion, really doesn't look like an office at all. If any, it looked more like a fancy bar and lounge you see on cruise ships.
"Atobe-san, we should really take a step back and-"
"After you punched me in the face, how dare you show yourself up," Atobe countered, glaring at Niou who was seated beside Yuushi. "Just so we're clear, I'm firing you effective after this mission. You'll be fairly compensated. But for your own good, never ever show me your face again."
Niou opened his mouth to say something but Yuushi motioned him not to.
"Keigo," called out Inui from his position across their boss. "Even if it's possible, it wouldn't be that easy. They've got the best assassins at their disposal and-"
"And I have all the money in the world," Atobe said, leaning back on his soft leather cushion. "I tried to be diplomatic. But how did those barbarians repaid me?"
No one answered.
"I want them out," he said, looking at each of the faces inside his office. "And I don't care how you do it as long as the job gets done."
Yuushi sighed and massaged his adjusted his glasses. Niou...walked out of the room.
"So...we are taking them all out. Everyone."
Atobe gave a look at their resident IT specialist. "Everyone except Syusuke. I want him."
Inui cleared his throat. "We couldn't promise anything. If he sides with-"
"I want him, Inui. Alive, not dead. Period. Now get out of here and do your job."
Something's definitely wrong.
Fuji knew it the moment he allowed Tezuka to touch him. His body has become more sensitive than what he had expected. And in as much as how he hated to admit, he couldn't seem to hold back with his own physical urges. He welcomed Tezuka's kisses with equal ardor, and while Fuji knew it wasn't appropriate, he couldn't help but compare his own trysts with Atobe.
While his Keigo has always been dominant and rough, Tezuka's surprisingly gentle, as if knowing exactly what his body needed. Fuji never expected this. Tezuka was being unbearably sweet that it almost feels like he was actually holding someone whom he loves. And Fuji was aware that it wasn't the case.
"You smell great, April.."
That, pulled Fuji back from his trance. He propped himself up on his elbows and gently pushed Tezuka away. "What?"
"I love your smell," came the response.
"No...I mean...what did you call me?"
Tezuka frowned. "April."
Fuji felt the blush on his face and looked away. That was a first - being called by his GUILD alias while on bed. First off, he never had any flings with his co-agents. Secondly, he was used to being called by his first name in this types of intimate situations. Being called by his secret name felt so risky - a taboo. And it strangely made him turned on even more.
"What is it?" Tezuka asked, leaning in and sucking his earlobe. Fuji gripped the sheets below him, trying his best not to show any reaction. He's primarily very sensitive with his ears, which is exactly why he never told Atobe about it, knowing exactly how the other would exploit the weakness to his advantage. And then here comes Tezuka, gloriously naked and doing all sorts of wonderful things to his now overly sensitive body. Fuji sighed and gripped Tezuka's hair pulling him back into another kiss. The other obliged.
Call it sick or weird, but the thought of sleeping with the best GUILD agent just had some sort of appeal on it. Tezuka stands on top of the world's most formidable assassins. And for that same person to be spending his night with you, letting you touch him, kiss him...just felt so flattering. It made Fuji felt victorious, special.
And he loved feeling special.
Yukimura stood up away from his bed, smiling at Shiraishi's sleeping form. Despite the other's initial aversion to the idea of sleeping with another guy, his iron-clad will just seemed to have immediately vanished the moment the bluenette started taking off his clothes, revealing a beautiful pale skin and trim figure Yukimura knew aroused the lust for physical pleasure from a lot of women and men.
So it wasn't entirely a surprise when the famed straight-as-an-arrow Shiraishi Kuranosuke eventually succumbed to one of the most primitive types of urges - pleasure of the flesh. At the end of the day, they're still humans. And considering the minimal intimate encounters they have with others, it's perfectly understandable if tension builds up.
Yukimura found it beneficial to break the tension. Besides, Shiraishi seemed like he totally loved it. So no harm done.
He wrapped himself in a plain white robe, padded barefoot across his room, stood in front of his desk and opened his laptop. He frowned at the plain blue screen that appeared. He grabbed his phone and checked the signal. None. Strange. He proceeded to his room's metal door and keyed a series of numbers - one that directly connects to Yanagi's intercom. It took a couple of seconds before their head researcher answered.
"My laptop's malfunctioning," Yukimura said.
"BSOD?"
February frowned and walked back to his desk, reading the text that now appeared on the still, blue screen: "Blue Screen of Death"
"I didn't do anything. Why would my hardware suddenly mess up?"
"It's not only yours apparently.." Yanagi said, followed by the mild tapping of keys from the intercom. "Akutsu's reported the same issue five minutes ago. Mine is fine, but something's telling me the rest of the units have this issue. I'm on it now."
"How many of us are in here."
Yanagi paused, "Five."
Yukimura made the mental count: Renji, Sanada, Shiraishi, Akutsu and him.
"Have you heard from Fuji?"
"Negative."
They stayed silent for a brief moment, knowing without saying the potential of this occurrence to be an actual attack rather than a random technical glitch. Yanagi personally makes sure every digital communications stay safe and functional. This, obviously wasn't something he saw coming. "What do you think?"
"For some reasons, the name Atobe comes to mind."
Yukimura shut his eyes tight, feeling the mild throbbing of his head. Not a good sign. "What's our best course of action?"
No response.
"Renji? Do you copy?"
Again no response. Yukimura's eyes sharpened as he quickly dressed up with a casual shirt and jeans. He once again tested his phone, trying to get a hold of any signal that would connect him to the other agents. None came. Shiraishi, who must have been disturbed by the earlier conversation and the movements around slowly sat down on bed, blinking and rubbing his eyes. "What's going on?" he asked with a yawn.
"We might be under attacked," came Yukimura's response though the calmness on his voice made it sound like he was just joking. Shiraishi would've chuckled if not for the fact that the bluenette's laying out his set of knives on the table and injected himself with one of those mysterious syringes he knew came from Yanagi.
Now in full alert, Marched grabbed his own clothes and headed to the shower. "I'll be back in ten."
Yukimura threw the syringe on the bin and drew in a deep breath. He hoped the others are okay.
Okay, it's official.
Fuji loves kissing Tezuka.
"Whoa...this is-"
January's words were cut off when Fuji once again kissed him, strategically, shifting their positions so he was now the one pinned down on bed, with an all-too-eager April stealing the breath out of him with another one of those mind-blowing kisses. Fuji's great at it. Tezuka brought a hand to Fuji's bare back, mentally appreciating the feminine curves and the feel of soft skin against his hand. He couldn't help but have this slight tinge of envy towards Atobe.
Fuji's gorgeous. He's hot, smart, beautiful...and while Tezuka was only interested because of how Atobe spoke highly of his lover in the past, now he knew at a more personal level, the reason behind that. They parted to catch their breaths only to resume kissing seconds after. But just when things are starting to heat up, Tezuka harshly pulled himself away, pulling Fuji down on bed and covering his mouth with a hand. April started to protest but was silenced with January's sharp glare.
Fuji knew that look on Tezuka's eyes. He sometimes had it himself - basically on any other GUILD agent once they're on a field mission. Tezuka turned and slowly slid off the bed, signaling Fuji to stay silent. He quickly grabbed his robe along with a gun placed on his bedside table and slowly made his way out of the bedroom. Fuji listened as he strategically got himself off the bed without making a sound. He quickly dressed and made his way for his own weapon.
Too late.
The glass window from Tezuka's room cracked, followed by a loud explosion. Fuji crawled across the room, feeling few sharp shards of glasses piercing his hands. The smoke from the explosion burned his eyes, but he swiftly maneuvered to the nearby couch where he remembered leaving his gun. He felt the soft cushions, hastily navigating his hands to grab the weapon. He couldn't find it.
And then he heard footsteps behind him. He turned and saw a man.
The smoke slowly dissipated and Fuji frowned at the now familiar figure. "Niou-kun?'
"Look, I'm sorry. But it's Atobe's orders," he said, raising a gun to Fuji's head.
"Wait! Keigo..why is he-"
Niou fired.
SY: You don't seriously think Atobe will just flee without a fight, do you?
