Sniper's Bane
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of Cap Revolution Bottleman DX.
Pairing: Cota x Seimei tension.
Summary:
Usami Seimei is in a volcano of itchy.
He was off-mission, and that was a dangerous place to be. Seimei scoffed at Coga Cota and Elite-san's squabble over which of them deserved the most self-blame, but underneath, he was as critical of his own failure during the Team Bottle Battle as they were.
Luring Coga Cota onto the team to collect data on Colamaru had been Seimei's suggestion, only every chance Seimei got, Cota was the one who pulled a surprise Hound Strike on him.
Seimei had him in his crosshairs multiple times. Could've eliminated his current teammate like his former teammates had betrayed him. It was this focus on Coga Cota that distracted Seimei from his surroundings, opening him up to attack by other contestants.
Coga Cota saved Seimei. What was he doing?
What are you doing? Seimei questioned himself.
Seimei could've taken Coga Cota out with his remarkable sniping skills, but Cota made him itchy. He owed Cota for dodging his killshot in the last Bottle Royal, but owed him in an entirely opposite respect after the team challenge was over. So instead of shooting and taking Cota out the running, he hesitated. He rescued Cota, intercepting the newbies and their bottle caps trained on his target.
Was he more interested in guarding Coga Cota's life, or being the rifle that finally ended it?
The lone wolf couldn't be both protector and assassin of that radiant life, could he?
Then again, he was the owner of the paradoxically named Lifleguardiwan.
That dumb grin his cap didn't shield him from…Those stupid-strong apologies…
Dang. Coga Cota's verbiage was infiltrating his head too.
They didn't win. Akaushi Tsubasa obtained the prize match with the ex-Bottle King and Elite-kun's father.
Seimei wasn't any closer to cracking the mystery of Coga Cota. On the contrary, he'd fallen into a worse tactical position.
Curiosity was getting the better of him, and maybe Coga Cota's impatience as well. Fortunately, he was wearing his mask, so neither Cota or rich boy could see his doubt.
He couldn't allow himself to trust, whether that was the prick of friendship or attraction crawling up his neck.
He'd been burned once.
It'd be suicide venturing into the volcano.
And yet…
He felt the itch to try.