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When Suguru opens his eyes, a throb of pain flashes in the back of them as he stares at the sheer bright light shining over his head.
It takes him three seconds, three blinks to get his eyes used to it, and the fourth second, he realizes that he... is staring at an unfamiliar ceiling. He’s lying on the ground too, that’s another thing.
Suguru turns his head around. Unfamiliar walls.
Dread settles in the pit of his stomach.
“Fuck...” Suguru grunts in pain, and when he tries to lift move his hands, he gets to feel the rough texture of the rope and the tightness binding his wrists. Shit. He has really done it now.
He slowly sits up, and he hisses when he feels the part where he got hit on the neck. He got hit on the nape, which knocked him out when he was just to exit the hotel where his target would be at. He tries to move his hands again, however, the rope was too tight.
“Hey, you.”
Suguru turns to the voice bouncing on the walls, quickly. He wants to see who his kidnapper is before he can devise a plan to get the hell out of here. He must know what kind of man he’ll have to face. He expects a tough-looking bald guy with a bat or something, who’s already planning to beat him up but...
Suguru squints his eyes. A man with messy, white hair and a... pretty face staring at him. He’s even wearing glasses and a pink-blue Hawaii shirt. Not to mention, he’s tied up with ropes too! Only this time, he has his whole torso tied to a metal pole that is not too far away from Suguru’s. So, he’s a victim. Though. He looks like he just got disturbed from his vacation and somehow got roped into this whole situation. Pun not intended.
What the fuck? Suguru thinks. He’s tied up yet he’s smiling.
Well... there are a lot of dudes who can easily be with Suguru right now, but this is a bit unexpected.
“You’re finally awake.” The man asks, tilting his head. His blue eyes are sparkling when it hits the light. “What’s with that face?”
“Where are we?”
“A warehouse. Somewhere. We’re not too far from Tokyo, though, they didn’t bring us that far.” The man answers. “Not really a romantic choice for a first date.”
As Suguru thought. He was bought to a warehouse after he got caught by one of Mochizuki’s men. He didn’t anticipate that they were going to find him. He was great at hiding and blending in with the crowd.
Suguru backtracks on the man’s answers. They didn’t bring us that far. There’s no questioning it, he is indeed a victim.
“Who are you?” Suguru asks.
“You don’t know me?”
“That’s why I’m asking.”
The man hums, contemplates, and sneers. “Fine. Since you’re cute, I guess I can say my name. Though... it does hurt that you don’t know me when we’re in the same field.”
“In the same...” Suguru pauses. “You mean—”
“I’m a spy too.” The man interjects. He doesn’t look like a spy at all, with those clothes and with a face fit for a model. He would be too... eye-catching for a spy. Maybe, that’s the reason he got kidnapped. “My name is Gojo. Gojo Satoru. But you can call me Satoru, Suguru.” He grins, full teeth, and winks . “Or if you want, you can call me yours.”
Suguru furrows his brows and promptly ignores the last sentence the weird man just uttered and the imaginary heart coming his way. He focuses instead on the fact that this stranger knows his real name. “How did you know my name...?”
Suguru uses his code name most of the time, his real name is not supposed to be disclosed to anyone. Especially to the ones he doesn’t know. It’s part of the spy jig but it’s also for general safety. No spy would like to hear that someone knows a bit too much about them. That’s their job. But then again, Satoru did say he was a spy too.
Satoru shrugs his shoulders. “I’ve known you for a while.”
Suguru, while he is a bit unnerved, decides to let it go and moves on. “Why are you here, then? Who kidnapped you?”
“I was tasked to monitor a corrupt senator. Didn’t know the bastard got back up so here I am. Stuck. ” Satoru tries to wiggle out of the ropes, as if to emphasize that he was, indeed, really stuck. Suguru’s thankful that he doesn’t have to be tied up like that.
The corrupt senator part sounds a bit too close to home, though...
“Who was that corrupt senator? Don’t tell me it’s Mochizuki.”
“The stupid-looking son of a bitch, yeah. Bingo.”
Suguru’s face blanches in realization. “We’re... in the same mission?”
“Yeah.” Satoru nods and his eyes crinkle. “Must be fate.”
This guy... Suguru furrows his brows. “Are you literally trying to flirt with me when we’re kidnapped? ”
“I don’t wanna miss an opportunity,” Satoru explains. “That’s what spies do, right? We take an opportunity and go for it.”
“No,” Suguru presses. “We’re not supposed to be impulsive.”
“But that usually works for me.”
“How long have you been here?”
Satoru’s eyes dart at the ceiling and his fingers count, one, two, three before he turns back to Suguru. “Longer than you. I didn’t faint, unlike you. I was only dragged here.”
“So, you were kidnapped before me. But what were you doing here all this time when you’re like... that?”
“I’ve been looking at your face because you’re really handsome in person,” Satoru says. He doesn’t look like he’s lying. It’s embarrassing that Suguru feels heat on his cheeks.
“Christ...” Suguru looks away. “You’re unhinged when you’re acting calmly in a situation like this.”
“Guess I am,” Satoru says. “But since you’re now awake, can we get out of here now?”
“You were just waiting for me to wake up?”
“Two heads are better than one.”
“You must really trust me.” Suguru raises a brow at Satoru. “What if we were enemies?”
“Trust me.” Satoru smiles. “I have a good eye for men.”
Yup, this guy is unhinged. It’s always the good-looking ones. Suguru thinks. “That doesn’t justify anything.”
“But we are after the same thing, no? We have the same target, so why don’t we team up?”
That’s... true. But while Satoru is a handsome man and has admitted that he was a spy, even gave Suguru his real name which means that Satoru trusts Suguru to a degree... isn’t this dangerous, still?
Satoru is still a stranger. Suguru doesn’t know what’s hiding behind that smile.
“You don’t trust me?” Satoru asks with a pout which shouldn’t have made Suguru’s heart make a little jump. Weird.
“Let’s just—” Suguru attempts to get back on his feet. He straightens up. The captors are stupid enough to not tie his feet up. “—get out of here.”
“Sure.” Satoru nods.
Suguru sprints to the metal door. “There’s a door here.”
“Ah... It’s locked from the outside.” Satoru sighs.
“Fuck.” Suguru looks around. Plan B, then. Cut the ropes. There wasn’t anything like a knife somewhere or any sharp object to cut the rope with. “Wait, there aren’t any cameras here, right?”
“None. I’ve scanned the place enough to check whether they have a camera,” Satoru says. “And I have a cutter here. I predicted this much would happen.”
Suguru walks towards Satoru. “Where?” He crouches down.
“In my pocket. Jeans. Right.”
Suguru stands up again and he goes to where the pocket should be. There’s a bump, the outline of the cutter. Lucky him, t wasn’t noticed by any of the captors. “Here.” His hands instinctively moved to take it but he forgot it was still tied. He still has his feet, though... “Hey.”
“Yeah?” Satoru looks up at him. He’s acting calm even though he’s in a tight situation like this.
“I’m... going to use my feet to push it out.”
Satoru’s eyes become half-lidded. “So, you’re going to step on me?”
Suguru chokes on nothing and he almost tumbles. “You— In case you’ve forgotten, we’re in a middle of a bad situation!”
“Yes, I know and I understand that.” Satoru doesn’t sound like he understands. “But I don’t mind being stepped on by you, Suguru.”
The way he said it. The way his voice becomes all breathy shouldn’t make Suguru feel all heated up. If it weren’t for the circumstances, Suguru would’ve acknowledged his body’s reaction, but now. Is. Not. The. Time.
The fear and need to get out of this place ground Suguru in reality.
“Please... please shut up,” Suguru says, weakly.
“Alright.” Satoru flutters his eyelashes at him, and Suguru takes a deep breath. Then he lifts his foot, to carefully push the cutter up with his heel.
Satoru fake moans.
Suguru groans at him. “I said be quiet.”
“Oh, but be careful. You might touch the wrong thing and things are gonna get hard for you.”
Jesus, fuck, did he really have to say a double-entendre with that lustful tone?!
Suguru keeps on pushing the cutter until the tip peeks from the opening of the pocket. He keeps on pushing, despite Satoru’s taunting moans until the cutter finally got out, hitting the floor with a clack.
“Oh, would you look at that?” Satoru smiles. “There it is.”
“But... how are we going to cut—”
“Pass it to me.”
Suguru does what Satoru commands, moving the cutter close enough for one of Satoru’s hands to grab it.
“I’ll cut your ropes first,” Satoru says. “Sit down.”
Suguru sits down, his back and tied hands facing Satoru.
“You might slash my arm,” Suguru grumbles, turning his head to make sure that Satoru isn’t going to do just that.
“Just trust me. It’ll be fine...” Satoru sings. “Just stay still.”
Suguru feels the rope around his wrists tug slightly along with the back-and-forth movement as the cutter begins to do its job. It takes a minute before the first few ropes got cut and before he knows it, Suguru’s hands are finally free.
He lets the rope fall to the ground as he abruptly sits up and turns around. Suguru takes the cutter from Satoru’s hands and tells Satoru, “Stay still.” before he starts to cut the ropes.
“Heh... I never knew I was going to see you like this.” Satoru chuckles. Suguru doesn’t need to look at him to see that he’s wearing a stupid smile again. “Up close, I mean.”
“How did you even know my name?”
“That stays a secret.”
Suguru looks at Satoru, with the most unimpressed look. “Have you been stalking me?”
“What if I was?”
“Creepy...” is what Suguru says, but Satoru doesn’t seem bothered by it. Like he was used to it.
“Well...” Satoru bites his lip. “True. It is creepy.” The ropes wrapping around his shoulder loosen already and Satoru tries to squirm his way out of the other ones. Suguru keeps on cutting but he jumps when his ears pick up footsteps.
“They’re coming,” Satoru whispers. “Quickly.”
Suguru cuts the rest of the rope in one go and he helps Satoru up. “You know how to fight?”
“You betcha.”
❒❒❒
“So, as I was saying, the senator wants to extract information from the two spies so we captured them.” A voice resonates. The voices got closer and closer; the footsteps stop by the door.
Suguru and Satoru stand still, each of them guarding the side, ready to take whoever will enter the door. Suguru nods at Satoru. Satoru gets the message. Ready.
“They’re right... here.” The metal door cracks. Once the man steps foot inside, Satoru and Suguru ambush him.
Satoru kicks the man in his stomach, making him hurl to the ground. Satoru steps on the man’s hands when he was about to pull out his gun, and knocked him out cold. Suguru grabs the gun from the man and shoots it at the other men outside, perfect hit.
Satoru whistles.
“You’re... pretty strong,” Suguru says.
“I know, right?” Satoru smirks. Suguru regrets complimenting him. “What? Did I make you swoon?”
Suguru grumbles. “Let’s go.”
“Sure.” Satoru presses on the tip of his glasses. “I’m going to contact Shoko. She’ll get us out of here.”
“How is she going to get us out of here?”
“She should’ve received our exact location right now; I’ve sent it to her via my glasses.” Satoru heads outside, and pockets his fingers, looking around. Suguru follows him. This warehouse is bigger than he initially thought. “Let’s find our way out. We’re going to meet her at the exit. But...” Satoru looks at Suguru and Suguru immediately senses bloodlust. “Should we get back and get our revenge on Mochizuki?”
Suguru swallows. Satoru might be more capable of killing than him, but the task wasn’t to exterminate Mochizuki. It was only to keep an eye on him. “Maybe... not today. He already got a hold of us; he should be arming up.”
Satoru stares at him for a few more seconds before he resigns. “Fine...” he drawls, sounding bored. “Well, let’s fuck off this place, then!”
❒❒❒
“That’s her?” Suguru asks, looking at the woman with short hair.
“Yeah. Ieiri Shoko.” Satoru nods. “Yo, Shoko!”
“Geez, what took you so long?” Shoko takes a huff of her cigarette. They meet her outside along the district roads of the outskirts of Tokyo, leaning on a wall.
“We had to take care of some things,” Satoru says smiling while Suguru huffs. His legs were about to give up and he had to catch his breath. “Thanks for coming.”
They eventually made it outside, of course, they had to fight men to get to the exit. Suguru... can say they were successful with the exiting part but the ‘keeping-their-clothes-from-getting-ripped-apart' was... not that successful.
Suguru ended up ripping the black blazer he was wearing. Damn, that cost a lot of money too... He got scratches and dust on his white blouse too. Even his pants weren’t safe.
And Satoru... escaped without his Hawaii shirt on. So, he’s shirtless, with also a lot of scratches.
Standing beside Shoko, who was well-dressed and unharmed, Suguru and Satoru looked like they escaped some sort of chaotic party that had bombs set off. It was good that it was nighttime, otherwise, they would’ve stood out.
“And who is this?”
“Ah!” Satoru pats Suguru’s back. “This is Geto Suguru. He’s a spy too. You know. The one I’ve been monitoring.”
“You mean stalki—”
“Monitoring.” Satoru smiles.
Suguru would like to ignore the present topic of the conversation.
“Hm...” Shoko blows out smoke to the open night sky. “You’re the one who works for the SG, right?”
“Yeah.” Suguru nods.
“Get in the car.” Shoko takes the spent cigarette, drops it to the ground, and steps on it before she takes a remote. She presses the button and the car’s orange front lights glow. She goes inside, taking the driver’s seat.
Satoru lets himself in and he gestures for Suguru to come in as well. “We’ll give you a free ride.”
It is a free ride. Suguru’s legs won’t say no to that. “Thanks.”
❒❒❒
Satoru and Shoko let him off his house, thankfully. There’s no one around at the moment, it’s probably close to midnight.
Suguru closes the car door with a thunk and he bends down to see Satoru’s face through the window. “Thanks for the lift.”
Satoru grins. “So, what do you think of our first meeting?”
Suguru sighs. “So unromantic...”
Satoru cackles. “You could say that again. But maybe the next meeting, we can make it more romantic.” Satoru takes a card from his jeans. “How about it, Suguru-kun?” There’s that teasing tone again. It’s amazing that Suguru got immune to it even though they have just known each other for at least five hours.
“Fine.” Suguru takes the card.
“Bye, Suguru!” Satoru waves his hands with a wink and the car zooms to the road.
Suguru stares at the card. It has Satoru’s picture, and just below it is a string of numbers. Suguru slips it inside his pocket.
Honestly, Suguru’s not entirely opposed to meeting Satoru again.