PAPER x CRANES IV
Proficiency
Giiiiive meee a reeeeeeaaaaaaaaasoooon to trust my broken heaaaaaaart agaaaaaaaain~
The lounge's lights were over cast by the cloud of casual cigarette smoke swirling over the scene. Kaitou sat haunched over at the joint's bar. The bartender stood there wiping a crystalline glass, looking so stereotypical with his arm bands and red vest. He had approached Kaitou when the man first walked up to the bar, suggesting everything with over 17% alcohol to fix his 'troubles'. A waved gloved hand quickly dismissed him. It was one of the many weird things about him, Kaitou didn't like drinking but he couldn't get through a day without lighting up at least four or five times. That was on good days.
Since Gakuto left him sitting in his car dumbfounded, he had consumed four and a half packs. To be fair, most of it was wasted, burning down to the butt before he could get one decent lung full. He really had tried to quit a few years back because Gakuto had kept complaining to him about it, but he stopped trying with the other man suddenly fell into his state of disinterest. He still wondered when he began to miss it. By it, he meant everything. When did Gakuto get such sex appeal? When did they start to grow apart? What was he doing if his field licence was terminated over a year ago? Kaitou had done plenty of dogging him whenever he caught word that Gakuto was doing something. He often found himself compromising events, like business meetings or party invitations.
Groaning in frustration at another wasted stick, Kaitou reached into his pocket and took out the crumpled box. He tapped another cig out and dug in his blazer pocket for his lighter.
Ooonly tiiime can give meeee an answerrrr~
Taking a long inhale of the tobacco, Kaitou felt his shoulders relax. He looked at his phone sitting on the marble bar top and picked it up, sliding the screen open, then closing it again. The number Gakuto had given him years go didn't work anymore. He had meant to get Gaku's number from him several times before, but they usually ended up parting ways on notes.
Kaitou pushed the cigarette butt into one of the overcrowded ash trays and picked up his phone. Time to put his new found power to use.
The lounge door smoothly slid open, blue hair toussled about in the burst of chilly wind. The doors slid closed and Kaitou walked on to his car, an ashy smell lingering in his wake, the singer's throaty notes scattering on the wind.
Unleeessss yooou hooooooooold on too meeeeeeeee noooooooooooow~
x x x
Suzuki ran up the stairs, a hand clutching his chest. He blinked sweat from his eyes and continued up the concrete steps, echoing all the way down the stair well.
The metal door burst open to the cool autumn air. He stumbled out and started coughing, tired lungs rejecting the cold air. His brown hair was plastered to his face. Black eyes stared at the door in terror.
Slowly, the hinges creaked open. A slender hand covered in sleek, black leather came around the door.
"Suzuki-san, really, you think you can outsmart me?"
The voice sent shivers down the older man's spine, every syllable threatening to seduce him.
The leather clad man took stepped around the door, stiletto heels clicked on the cement rooftop, dark long hair billowing in the strong wind.
"I swear I don't know what you're taking about!" He wiped his brow, trembling in his tan business suit and looked at the other man. Lush, pale lips were curved up in a smile. Suzuki felt his mouth dry. "Who are you working for!" he shrieked, shrinking away from the masked assailant.
"I'm not like you, Suzuki-san," the heeled man said in his melodious voice, now viciously dense with sweet venom. He reached a gloved hand down and smoothed back Suzuki's damp hair from his face. The grown man shivered and felt a damp spot grow larger in his slacks. The man with the mask laughed and bent down closer to the man, cold gun metal resting on his sweaty brow.
"I don't like working with others."
