The man known as Majima Goro smirked at him. It was a completely rage-inducing, infuriating, frustrating, sexy—wait, sexy?!
Saejima blinked. He'd been trapped in Kamurocho for enough years to know what only being surrounded by men could do to a guy. Especially when said men spent most of the time in an adolescent hormone-induced haze. Personally, it had never really been something that he was interested in. As what could only be described as a man among men type, Saejima thought if fairly unlikely he could ever do something like that.
Yet here his lost partner was, waiting for him at his cell window, looking like some kind of roguish pirate captain. His ex-partner who was definitely NOT sexy. Where had he even gotten that stupid eye patch from anyway?
Seeming bored, it appeared that Majima had gotten tired of his gaping at the window. He had resumed his annoying tapping, motioning with his other hand for Saejima to step back.
A confused Saejima was generally a complacent Saejima, and he slowly moved back to the opposite end of the room facing the window.
Swiftly—almost more swiftly than Saejima could process—Majima knocked in the glass of the window before holding up what had to be one of the biggest chainsaws that Saejima had ever seen. Seemingly with no regard to noise or common sense, said beast of a machine was revved up and proceeded to cut through the bars of the tiny cell.
Sparks flew and a kind of annoying screeching filled the air. It was as if some cat was slowly being gutted while a demented violin player used said guts on their instrument.
Tatsuya woke up and looked around the room. Wisely deciding not to get involved, he turned over and fell back asleep.
The stupid smirk on Majima's face only widened at the sound. He was making fairly quick work for himself with the bars, but the huge inhuman noise was more than enough to attract the attention of the facility guards. Shouts and scuffles could be heard outside. Saejima swiftly moved to the door, taking his bed and blocking it. He put all his body weight behind keeping it closed, even as thwacks and booms began to shake his meaty frame.
Saejima glanced up at the man at the window, noting that Majima was almost done with the last bar. As it clattered to the ground, the smirk disappeared, only to be replaced by a genuine smile. Saejima knew that the exertion of holding the door must be getting to him, as he felt his heart move in a weird and irregular way at this display. It was a kind of strange thump, a heated sensation that seared from the center of his chest to the middle of his stomach.
Majima motioned for him to follow. He gave one final smile before turning and disappearing from the window.
Saejima was as shocked as it was possible for Sajima Taiga to be. His eyes even widened slightly—something that hadn't happened since that streaking incident back when he was twelve. Making sure that the bed was firmly propped against the wall, he moved to go check the window.
As he knew from previous experiences gazing calmly outside, the only thing that greeted him was an one hundred foot drop into the turbulent sea that surrounded the facility. It seemed unbelievable that anyone would survive the fall—either they would die on impact with the water or drown in the waves below. Saejima was not sure if he believed that his skinny little kyoudai had escaped.
The banging on the door got louder and louder as Saejima continued his perusal. He realized that this might be a case of "now or never"—and Saejima never ran from a challenge, even those that were suicidally stupid. He was not going to let the man who abandoned him all those years ago show him up.
The door behind Saejima began to crack. Knowing that it was now or never, the large young man squeezed himself through the window, never looking back as he dropped into the sea below.