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Chuuya had been dying to see the new release of the sequel of the Boy and the Puppy ever since it had been told it would in theatres. His perfect opportunity to go watch it (as it was his day off).
With his ticket in hand, he walked into the elevator and the doors slid close.
He checked the time on his phone and sighed in relief.
Ok… 11:45. The movie starts at 12.
I won’t be late this time.
He recalled an incident he had with a certain Detective Agency bunch last time and he did not want to go through the same problem.
The redhead leaned against the back corner of the elevator and slowly went up the levels.
The elevator stopped and the doors opened, it wasn’t Chuuya’s level yet so he quietly waited.
“Oh? I wasn’t expecting you to be here, Chuuya .”
Chuuya recognised that annoying voice all too well, not after what happened back then.
He growled, “You're stalking me now or something, Dostoyevsky?” He asked the Russian who walked inside, standing a fair about of distance away from him. As it should be.
“It was a coincidence.”
“Yeah fucking right, you think I’ll believe you?”
“I didn’t kill you that night, are you sure?” Fyodor asked, “I even said goodbye to you before I left.”
Oh yeah, that fucking note he left—
Chuuya strode up to him and grabbed his collar, “That shitty piece of paper, what the hell did you mean by ‘Thanks for last night’?”
“Hm? Do you not remember?” He asked vaguely.
“Remember what?! Did you brainwash me or something when I was asleep?!”
Fyodor didn’t say anything other than say back with, “Nevermind. It’s best if you don’t know your sleeping habits.”
“Bastard! Tell me—!”
The elevator abruptly stopped and the lights suddenly shut down.
They both stand there in silence. Fyodor opened his mouth, ready to tell Chuuya it wasn’t his doing—
“This was you, wasn’t it?”
“No, it’s not.”
Oh great. Just my luck, huh.
“I knew there was something wrong with this elevator. I should’ve taken the other one… dammit! Now I’m going to be late!” Chuuya groaned and turned to Fyodor, “Just admit you did it and undo it already, Dostoyevsky!”
The Russian stared at him and the poster in his hand, “You’re watching that movie?”
His face burned red and shredded the poster into pieces. He looked away and nervously laughed, playing it off and quickly cleared his throat.
He wasn’t going to let him change the topic, after all, he was the reason why the elevator isn’t working.
“Stop changing the subject! Just tell me you’re the one who broke the elevator, bastard!”
“Would you feel better if I admitted it even if I did nothing to stop the elevator?” Fyodor asked with a raised brow.
“Of—fucking—course not.”
Chuuya wasn’t going to go anywhere if this elevator won’t move in the next minute.
Looking at his phone once again.
11:50. We can still make it if it goddamn moves now!
Wait.
WHY THE HELL AM I SAYING ‘WE’?
Fyodor watched Chuuya literally ripping his hair out and going insane being stuck in an elevator, even if it was dark and you could barely see anything.
He blankly stared at him, “Couldn’t you just use your ability if you’re that desperate?”
“You seriously think using my ability and breaking the elevator is really going to fix our situation?”
Fyodor shrugged his shoulders, “Doesn’t seem like you’re so desperate then.”
“You—!”
Out of all people in the whole world and all of Yokohama, he had to be stuck in the elevator with, it had to be fucking Fyodor Dostoyevsky.
He took it back, he would rather with the Agency’s jinko right about now.
Chuuya tapped his foot on the ground, increasing the forcing every time a minute would pass. Completely in the dark.
“Chuuya-san, if you keep doing that you will break the elevator floor.”
“I fucking know! That’s why I’m on the ceiling!” Chuuya growled back, about to lose it with him and his horrible luck with elevators.
Fyodor shut his mouth for once to Chuuya’s happiness and went back to the ground. He turned on his phone’s flashlight and lit the elevator.
He had to make sure the other wasn’t going to pull off something without his vision.
“When we get out of here, we pretend we never met, got it?”
“Hm? This is our second encounter, I don’t think it'll be much of a secret,” Fyodor replied.
“I swear to fucking—”
The lights suddenly turned back on and the elevator began to work again as the doors opened to the 4th floor.
Chuuya stepped out.
“You better not tell anyone this, got it?” He said with a glare in Fyodor’s direction.
He only grinned back like the bastard he was, the doors closing, “Until we meet again, Chuuya-san.”
As the doors closed, Chuuya fumed with anger. His hands clenched into fists, it was hard to not punch his face during all of that.
Who does that rat fucking think he is?
He let out a ‘hmph’ before walking through the doors, trying to cover their interaction with a frown.
I hope we don’t fucking meet again.