"We'll wait in the bathroom," Sigma's gruff voice could be heard echoing from the bathroom. "Shout if you need anything, but the bitch is drunk."
A door closed, and something landed atop the mattress and made the springs depress, and Yami grit his teeth, hearing the woman gasp and let out a hiss, "don't touch me!" And her voice was filled with desperation, but Yami didn't move.
Wondering if she was really doomed, Shizuka watched the man prop the suitcase up against the window and begin to take off his blazer, not even looking at her.
Yami rolled onto his side to stare at the backs of shiny shoes, seeing the man begin to undress while facing the window.
Oh. Did this man just make it easy for him?
"Someone… HELP—" Shizuka began to scream, and Yami bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood. GOD…DAMMIT. He should've told her to be quiet.
There was a scuffle as the man rushed at the bed to silence her, growling in English, "Shut up, okay? Just shut up. Be good. Yeah. Stay there."
And he got up again to take off his clothes by his suitcase.
Supremely annoyed, Yami inched out from underneath the bed and faced the ceiling, seeing a foot come down on his face, so he reached out and grabbed the man's ankle, planting the man's foot beside his shoulder, and the man glanced down in shock.
"What the f—"
Yami slid his hands out from under the bed, using the edge of the bedframe to steady the pistol as he put one right between the man's eyes, seeing him fall back onto the bed and twitch violently. He glanced up and noticed a bullet hole in the ceiling. Oh well.
Pleased, Yami climbed out from under the bed and pressed his knee onto the mattress, fully aware of Shikuza clutching the pillow to her chest that was splattered with blood while he put three more in the man's temple, and he finally went still.
Shot in the head, doesn't always mean dead, Yami chanted to himself as he dragged the man unceremoniously off the bed and put him upright in the chair at the far corner of the room, not wanting to get blood everywhere.
Shizuka was having a muted reaction to the dead man, so Yami took that as a good sign.
She stared at him moving the body with wide eyes, and Yami pressed a finger to his lips.
He was about to speak, when the men came walking out of the bathroom, so Yami turned around to attend to his weapon, hiding his face while his heart raced with …fear of being caught.
"Oh neat." Sigma was smoking a cigarette, and the scent was making Yami's nose sting. "Easy 12mil for me—"
Yami turned around and made a huge show of taking off the silencer.
"And now you will stay and make sure she listens to me, or I'll take it out on you." Yami said calmly, and the man backed away with a comical smirk.
"Hey hey, have your fun with his broad, I do the full service," the man nodded and he snapped his fingers and whistled at his boys. "Back inside the bathroom. He's gonna fuck this bitch up and then we can leave—Hey," and he turned to give Yami a grave look, trying not to feel a chill at the ugly scowl he received.
"What." Yami clenched and unclenched his fist at his side, itching to shoot the man.
"Don't leave her dead here, okay? Don't do that. I ain't your clean-up," he said, and he ducked into the bathroom.
"Why would I do that? I like her!" Yami called, and the bathroom door closing was the only answer he received. He listened to them chatting inside, and he whipped the silencer back onto the muzzle of the gun, reaching forward to yank the bloody sheets off the top of the bed, seeing her inch away.
He gave her a tense headshake.
"Help me get the blood off these sheets, and we're going to lay down on the bed together," Yami instructed, and her expression was priceless shock.
"Y-You want to…do it to me? …I… I thought you want to help me," she replied weakly, and she didn't move from her spot.
"Iam helping. If you listen to my plan, we'll get out of here, alive, got it?" Yami hissed, dragging a thumb across his neck. "I'm going to kill those men, and you're not going to scream."
Shizuka blinked her almond eyes and nodded.
Yami felt his phone buzz in his pocket again, two tell-tale pulses. Seto. So he pulled it out to read the text quickly.
"…Got a notification from the pilot. Good to go in 10 min. where are you?"
He stuck his phone back into his pocket and decided to focus on one thing at a time. He was getting distracted in the middle of a hit, and that never happened.
He was really losing his touch. They were also in a room with the dead body behind him for longer than 5 minutes. These might be his messiest kills yet.
Bending down to pull up the sheet, Yami noticed Shizuka's shaking hands join him as she climbed off the bed to help roll the bedding up. Thankfully, the blood had only soaked the top covers, leaving the mattress white underneath.
Still haven't lost my touch there, Yami thought gravely as he laid down on the side of the bed closest to the bathroom and tucked his arm underneath his body, making sure the gun was upright underneath his armpit.
Shizuka stayed standing by the bed, looking extremely frightened.
"Lay down," Yami coaxed in a low whisper, trying to sound gentle, but he knew his face was showing an ugly expression. "I won't hurt you. Drape your arms around my neck and make…loud sex noises. One man will come out to tell us to be quiet. He will die first—don't scream."
Letting his breath out in a huff, Yami closed his eyes and counted the minutes.
If she wouldn't lay down in the next minute, they were going to miss their flight back to Japan. The jet was waiting on the tarmac now.
Another way would be to storm into the bathroom to kill all four men, but the chances of one rushing at him was high. They were all bigger than him and more prone to physical violence.
He was a fast marksman, but not that fast.
He knew his own limits and even now, he doubted his own abilities.
Shizuka fidgeted nervously, fighting with herself before she laid down and draped her trembling arms around Yami's neck, trying not to marvel at how slender he was.
Yami inched closer to her and muttered, "keep your face tucked into my shoulder and don't look."
She nodded and slowly rested her forehead into the crook of Yami's neck and felt tears building up behind her eyes. This man…smelled nice…
"I'm waiting. Please make the ecchi noises," Yami said impatiently, shifting on his side as he clicked the gun and eyed the window over Shizuka's shoulder, working off that shallow reflection. "Now. The flight back to Japan is waiting on the tarmac. We only stopped to refuel. You can go home after this. Will that help?"
Y-Yes? Shikuza took a deep breath and let it out shakily before she raised her voice and let out a sharp gasp, repeatedly panting while Yami shook his head with a grimace.
"Like I'm hurting you, they need to hear it through the walls," Yami instructed, his skin burning with a mixture of frustration and adrenaline. He really wanted to shoot the first man to come running out of the bathroom, his index finger was actually tingling.
"I-I…it's silly! They'll know we're not really doing it!" Shizuka whispered meekly, aware that the man's eyes weren't on her face or her body but fixed on a point over her shoulder with an eerie glare. "What are you looking at?!"
Yami rested his other arm atop her shoulder to stop her from turning around.
"Would it help if I said I like men? Please make the noises," Yami was growing desperate. "The plane now leaves in 8 minutes. I received a text 2 minutes ago. Any longer, and I won't have time to clean up. Please. Your brother will be happy to see you. Let's go back to Japan together, okay?"
Shizuka nodded shakily and sat up to undo her dress.
Yami blinked at her in shock, his anger rising.
"What…are you doing?! That is the last thing on my mind—"
"He comes out and sees us fully clothed, or at leastme, fully clothed? You won't get him, and he'll know something's wrong and alert the others," she snapped, her eyes sharpening with a glare. "I'm just going to be naked. You said you won't do anything to me, so I'll trust you."
"Great. Hurry the fuck up," Yami snapped, laying his head back down and rolled his eyes so hard, he heard his ears hum. This was agonizing.
She laid down beside him while only wearing underwear and even draped a leg over his, and Yami hissed, moving his leg aside, "I need to jump off the bed, so stick your leg between mine…"
Shizuka hissed in return and shoved her leg so fast between Yami's legs, she almost kneed him in the balls, and Yami bared his teeth in a pained grimace. It was fine. It was fine.
This was Joey's sister. He would be kind to her.
"Better? Gosh you're so…" she struggled to find an insult but decided against it.
This man was helping her…
"Save it. Now make the fucking noises. Do I need to push you?" Yami cried, no longer keeping his voice down. "I'm against hitting women and children—"
"Oh. My goodness. I'll do it!" She cried, hugging her arms to her bare chest even though Yami wasn't even looking. "AHhNnn…! AHHHN….!"
Yami palmed his face and shook with a bout of sudden laughter, and she elbowed him in the neck, making him choke on his next breath.
"Stop laughing—AHHHHHHHnN…!" her eyes burned as she watched Yami double over and keep the gun to his side while silently trembling with laughter, and she tried to find humor in it. "AH… AH…!"
Gods… Yami raised his head and made sure he could still see the reflection when she draped her arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug.
She smelled like cold fear and stale cigarettes.
"Say I'm hurting you, and make screaming noises," Yami insisted, raising his head and making sure to lean into her so he could give his gun arm more room. "I'll rock into you… now.. "
"AHHHN OW…IT HURTS!" She cried, and Yami leaned into her again, his elbow raising off the mattress but he kept his wrist steady on the bed to keep the gun aimed at the bathroom from under his body.
"YOU'RE HURTING ME…A H… AH!"
"Now… again… louder… louder than that."
"AHHhNNNn NO, PLEASE! ST-ST…AHNN AHNNN!" She started to laugh and Yami cracked a smile too, his palm sweating as it slipped on the butt of the gun, but he tightened his grip again.
Any time now.
"Again."
Shizuka took a deep breath, "AHHHHHHHHHHHNN IT HURTS ….IT HURTS! PLEASE DON'T KILL mmm EHA-AHHAnnnNN-n-n-n-NO pl-pl-ple-e-ease…. DON'T K-KILL ME-E-E-E…." she cleverly patted her own chest to make her voice stutter, and Yami narrowed his eyes in approval, nodding once and hearing the bathroom door swing open with a bang!
A henchman lumbered out to yell at him, "You said you wouldn't leave a body—"
"Keep making noises to hide my shots," Yami hissed at Shizuka, and he raised the gun to shoot the man in face, but he missed, and it grazed the man's ear, so he pushed Shizuka off of him and landed on the ground down on one knee, steadying the gun in both his hands while he placed two silent bullets in the man's neck, watching him crumple to the ground with a groan.
Then Yami stood to carelessly put another one in the back of his head while Shizuka was obediently chanting behind him, "AHHHHHN…AHN… AH, AHH, AH. S-t- DON'T LOOK AT ME! GO AWAY!"
She clutched the only clean pillow to hide her chest, stunned at the way the spiky-haired man had merely stood and shot the man with no emotion.
The man had died in seconds, even though the first shot missed.
Yami put his finger to his lips and gestured for her to get down under the bed.
Shizuka quickly scrambled over the edge and knelt behind the bed, trying not to feel disturbed by the pile of dead bodies quickly accumulating in the room.
"BENNY?... What's going on out there?"
Sigma walked out of the bathroom, and Shizuka dared to peek over the edge of the bed just in time to see Yami standing on the chair beside the TV, leaning flat against the wall. He only needed to aim his gun downwards to make the silencer meet the man's temple, and the blond leader collapsed with a loud thump! on the ground, joining his employee.
Yami hopped off the chair to gracefully pick up the shells, and then walked unceremoniously into the bathroom to take care of the other two.
Shizuka heard panicked cries, one loud thump, and then nothing.
Yami stepped out of the bathroom, reloading his gun and rolling the silencer off of it, tucking it into his calf holster while the gun was tucked behind his back, hidden by the hem of his blazer.
I feel better, Yami eyed the dead men on the ground and decided to roll him over for a photo of his face. He took two, once with flash and once without.
The most annoying international trafficker, Sigma, dead at his feet.
"And I never knew your name, piece of shit," Yami resisted the urge to step his foot down on the man's face.
He turned to address Shizuka who was still clutching the pillow to her chest. "Let's get out of here. Can you walk two doors down, naked? Please leave the dress, your shoes, and your bra."
Shizuka didn't even contemplate arguing.
She stepped around all the dead bodies and dared to peek into the bathroom, seeing light carnage.
One man was slumped over the bathtub, bleeding out from a bullet hole in the neck, and the other man was crumpled up underneath the counter by the twin sinks.
W-Wow….
"Don't look," Yami said automatically, opening the door and freezing when he saw Seto stepping out of the room, so he stuck his arm out to wave. "Go back inside!"
Seto froze and saw Yami's head poking out of a neighboring suite, and he grimaced, "we're late! Also, some fuckers are having sex really loudly! I want to go h—"
"Get! Back. Inside! And hold the door open for me," Yami growled, drawing a line across his throat, and Seto obediently opened the door again and leaned back into his room, wondering what the fuck Yami was doing.
Honestly, this was the most uncaring his boyfriend had ever been in their 3 years together.
He was having a crisis about Mokuba and…why the fuck was Yami not comforting him?
Shizuka felt a warm hand warp around her wrist, and she was led quickly out of the room and then straight into another one, where another man was waiting, and she let out a pained gasp, her face heating up with embarrassment.
She was about to scream when the man screamed first, "ARE YOU FUCKING HER?!"
Author's note:
short scenes (thank you for reading every week!)