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“ Ah Fuck me!”
“Maybe later.”
The man’s boot hit Osamu clean in the jaw, making him tumble back. He wasn’t given the opportunity to regain his footing before he was hit with a barrage of jabs to his torso. He had to find an opening. The man was taller than him and had speed, but if he could overpower him then he was certain he could beat him and continue with his mission.
When Osamu saw him angle his fist for an uppercut, he saw his window. Willing himself to move, he wrapped his hand around his elbow and forced it down using the strength he could muster. The jolt brought the tall man low enough for Osamu’s knee to reach his face.
“Son of a bitch!”
“Ay, Sunarin don’t talk about my ma like that” A voice a bit too familiar to Osamu called from behind them. Atsumu? Why is he here? Sunarin?
The two tangled together paused their onslaught.
“What are you doing?” Oh, that was the voice of Osamu's supervisor, Aran Ojiro, and the tone was definitely more stressed than usual.
Osamu was confused. He was assigned to protect sensitive information from anyone who could be considered suspicious. And this ‘Sunarin’ was lurking behind a heavily surveillanced space that seemed pretty suspicious to Osamu.
He looked at ‘Sunarin’, he hasn't moved since his brother's interruption, odd behaviour for a thief. If Osamu was stealing highly sought after documents he would have used the moments his opponent was distracted. Not that he’d try.
“Why are you here, ‘Tsumu?”
This ‘Sunarin’ knows his brother?
”What's going on?"
"They're idiots. Complete idiots," Aran muttered, but he didn't offer any help for the confusion.
"This is supposed to be a joint mission, why are you fighting?" Atsumu asked, looking at the two still tangled somehow.
The mission in question was assigned three days ago, given to Osamu personally by his company director Kita Shinsuke. He had been tasked with defending a memory file containing very sensitive information that had the potential to topple governments. If it would fall into the wrong hands, he had known that this mission would be in collaboration with his brother's company. He wasn’t entirely sure how but he had learnt to not ask too many questions. Though he had been told to be wary of a tall lean man with sharp features, lurking around inside the facility. And where he was, which is exactly why he was tangled with the man in front of him. He fits this description to a T. Though his report never mentioned how striking these features were, he guesses he does have a bias.
“Was I not to watch out for a man of this description?” Finally, untangling himself, Osamu couldn’t understand Aran and Atsumu started to look increasingly annoyed. He was told to be wary, he was wary. Simple as that.
It seems ‘Sunarin’ agrees with him as he continues to stare at the two newly arrived operatives incredulously. Who even was he?
“Samu, this is Suna Rintarou and an agent from the V league. I am his supervisor.” Atsumu stated plainly. “And Sunarin, if you haven’t already guessed, this is my brother Osamu. Inarizaki agent. The mission brief stated to watch out for each other, so you can work alongside each other.”
Shit.
Okay, this is bad. Beating up an agent from a collaborative company is probably going to cause unwanted tension on future working assignments and also get Osamu in the shit with Kita.
The man next to him, Suna, had his eyes closed, he was shaking his head, “Hey, hey I was only fighting in self defense.”
So he was going to try and absolve himself of the guilt of not reading the report correctly. What a bitch.
“Frankly, I don’t give a damn.” Aran spoke, “You’re lucky it’s us overseeing you. Otherwise, you guys could be in for some major internal investigations. external, Even though this is a cross-company situation. Now continue with the mission, and I don't want to hear about anything more going wrong.”
The two lower leveled operatives keep their mouths closed, as both supervisors begin to leave, muttering things about not wanting to have to deal with the paperwork from this. Once they’re completely out of earshot Suna begins to laugh.
“You...” wheeze. “…didn’t read the brief?” Osamu couldn’t help, but notice how his eyes almost closed as he smiled. As nice an image as this is, he doesn’t appreciate being laughed at.
“Like you read it any better” he dusted himself off and went to scan the perimeter.
Suna followed falling into step with him rather quickly, he was smirking. Osamu didn't have to look at him to know this. He could feel his smirk, could feel it radiating off him. So what if Osamu threw the first punch? Suna still punched back. So he should be in just as much heat with his company at the end of this as well, right? Either way they just had to keep documents safe for the next 72 hours and all will be well.
“Where are these documents being kept again?” Suna’s deadpan voice brought Osamu out of his thoughts and to a halt.
“We’re supposed to be guarding them. How do you not know where they are?”
“You punched me before I could secure the location.”
“Sounds to me like yer bad at your job.”
“Sounds to me like you’re butt hurt that I was winning.”
“Oh really? How's yer jaw?”
Silence. Osamu 1, Suna 0. “The Documents. Where are they?” The taller man’s smirk completely wiped from his face and a sharp edge could be detected in his voice. It made Osamu a bit giddy, throughout their short exchange he expressed anything more than nonchalance and light amusement even whilst fight. To get a rise from him was oddly exhilarating, but didn’t have a clue why.
“They're right-” turning towards the glass container, skid marks nearby indicating this was where they had begun to scrap, but the container was glaringly empty. “...here.”
The container was empty.
Suna made strides towards the glass, his sharp eyes seeming to will for something to appear. Osamu hoped something would.
The container was empty. Aran was gonna kill him.
Suna looked at him, “So, they're not here.” his voice trembled.
Kita would allow his murder, and wipe all evidence of him from existence.
“So we lost secrets that have the potential to shift the state of the world?”
He glanced back at the container and then at Osamu. “Yep.”
“Oh… good”
We’re fucked.
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We’re fucked. Suna thought. Not even an hour into the mission and they managed to completely fail. Suna was not looking forward to telling Atsumu this, they had to fix it somehow, he had to fix it somehow, there was no chance he could put his trust into someone related to his supervisor no matter how calm and capable he seemed. “Yeah. great news.”
“They were there when I got here,” Osamu spoke. Oh, he’s panicking too? Good. good, they’re on the same page.
“How long were you here before you hit me?”
“10 minutes.”
“So it disappeared while we were fighting?”
“It appears so.”
Silence again.
Suna can hear his heart beating, this was supposed to be a simple guard mission. An easy 48 hours of standing around looking menacing.
“We should do something.” Suna said without thinking of moving away from the empty container.
“Wonderful idea.” Osamu’s bored tone was going to start to aggravate soon, he just knew it. “Any suggestions?”
Suna found himself floundering, unsure of how to proceed. National secrets don't just vanish. And their status of national secret put a target on them, its why they need guarding to begin with. So someone had to have taken them.
So the documents were stolen not lost.
That's not much better. Nope, that’s worse.
Atsumu’s gonna kill him.
“We should look for them.” He finally says.
“Genius plan.” Suna's fingers were itching to punch his stupid pretty face again. They didn’t have time to fight. Not if they wanted to keep their jobs and possibly their lives.
“This is an Inarizaki-owned facility correct?” Osamu nodded, “you know the way to the security room?” another nod. “Well lead the way, I wanna check the cameras.”
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47.5 hours remaining
Osamu had to admit it was a bit foolish not to suggest looking through their security footage. He's been making rookie mistakes all day. No wonder Atsumu became a supervisor before him, this would have been the first thing he’d done. Granted Atsumu would have never been in this situation in the first place but that’s beside the point.
Here they were, sitting watching the footage of their fight. Seeing how many decent hits he got in helped tend to his bruised ego. The recording stopped. The man next to him frowned. “It’s just us.”
He was right, only their fight was visible in the footage, the camera seemed to be motion sensitive, and even with an intruder they were by far the most dynamic in the room. This was a design flaw he should really bring up to Kita.
“So someone got in when we were fighting. Okay so we need to find them. Probably kill them.”
“Probably, yes.” Suna started heading for the door without giving Osamu any warning.
They hadn’t planned anything they don’t know who stole the documents, they don't know how they got in they don’t even know where to start. “Where are you going?”
Suna stopped. “I'm going to get the docs back.”
He looked Osamu in the eye as if daring him to stop him, lucky for Suna Osamu is one to rise to a challenge.
“Oh good, where are you going to start?”
Mirth started to dance around Suna’s sharp features; he had definitely been waiting for this question. “I don’t know about Inarizaki, but my agency happens to have a shortlist of the people and organisations who have the most to gain from exploiting the documents. “That list would be an excellent place to start.” He was so smug like he had just bested him in chess or a grand sporting event. Okay. Osamu 1, Suna 1.
He continues walking, leaving Osamu to scramble up by his side, though Suna’s long strides make it difficult for Osamu to retain his dignity. “We…” stumbles “We have a high alert list, we should compare the overlap should be the most likely suspects.” Good, he managed to say something that made sense.
“Okay.”
————
45 hours remaining
The two agents were sat across from each other, laptop and papers spread across a table. They’re in a diner, not far from the security centre. A waitress came around with four milkshakes and a large portion of fries for them.
“The fries are on the house. You boys look like you could use the fuel,” she said, placing the food and drinks in front of them, and leaving to continue her duties.
The men were slumped over papers covered with frantic annotations and chaotic labels seeming to try and find some connection between the names of the papers. The milkshakes were necessary. Osamu pointed out the sugar increased brain function. They started drinking, caught each other's eyes with their mouths wrapped around their straws, they started sucking a race to see who could finish their beverage first
Osamu tapped out first, brain freeze, he runs hot he’s never been the best with cold things but seeing the smirk on his opponent's face struck him far more intensely than the brain freeze could ever.
Osamu 1, Suna 2.
“So we have 5 potential candidates for our data thief.” With the smug way he was talking, Osamu would think he had just bested him in combat. “Though reports show little to no evidence of Riseki, Omimi, or Kosaku being in Japan in the last month our best bet is probably Ginjima Hitoshi and Akagi Michinari.”
Suna passed Osamu the files of the potential culprits to look over. Taking some fries in the meantime
“Okay seems simple enough, we corner them, question them and get the documents back.” Slurping the remainder of his milkshake. “And If they don’t cooperate we kill them.” Suna continued eating his fries and Osamu tried his best to not focus too much on the way Suna’s adams apple bobbed as he chewed.
“That’s all well and good. But we have to get close to them somehow, and quickly.” Suna’s hazel lit up with amusement, they almost glowed if you asked Osamu, it was unnerving and also from the short time he’s known the other man Osamu was certain the taller man had more to say.
“Out with it.”
“It just so happens there’s an event tomorrow evening that they’ll both be attending with quite a number of other major players in the underground.”
“Okay, so we infiltrate?”
“We infiltrate.”
A loud cutesy K-pop song sounded throughout the diner, The amused look Suna wore melted away as he scrambled for his phone. His embarrassed flush was annoyingly adorable. Not the usual thoughts you’d expect when seated opposite another deadly agent.
“Agent Suna speaking.” He sounded so… official? No serious. He sounded serious, it was strange how different he sounded speaking to the higher ups. “Yeah, Atsumu I’ll put you on speaker.” Back to unseriousness, Osamu can’t blame him. Speaking to Atsumu like he was his superior isn’t something he'd enjoy either. Their eyes met, Osamu got the message to play along loud and clear as Suna placed the phone on the table.
“Sunarin, Samu, how's it going?”
“Fine.” Nice Suna, keep answers short. Don't give away too much.
“Aww, c'mon I’m just trying to do my job and check on guys.” He chuckles, “I am your superior after all.”
Osamu grunts, “Not my superior.”
“I still outrank you Sam-“They were able to hear some shuffling and muffled whispers on the other side and then eventually;
"Guys we just need a general status report." Ah a voice of reason, but wait.
"Aran? What are you doing with my brother?"
"We're not here to talk about me." His voice was strained, he sounded flustered. A second later Atsumu's voice rang through the speaker.
"We thought it'd be a good idea to hang ou- make sure our line of communication was clear since y’know, the joint mission and all…" he started trailing off at the end sounding equally as flustered as Aran and judging by Suna's raised eyebrow he felt just as suspicious.
"We're fine, do you want to get back your date?" Suna knew what he was doing that satisfied smirk at the indignant sounds of their supervisors scrambling to deny the claim, but they fell on deaf ears as Suna hung up the phone.
They were quiet for a moment. "They're gonna give us shit for that later." It has dawned on Osamu.
"Yup." That was the last thing Suna said before he dissolved into a mess of giggles. Bells went off in Osamu's head, he started to feel lightheaded ‘Probably from the mission stress’ he told himself. Then Suna wiped a tear from his eye and focused on Osamu, eyes more green than hazel, the residual glimmer of joy dancing in his expression. Osamu's throat became uncontrollably dry, ‘yeah stress’
After a moment he continued, “We’re probably going to be in the shit about that later, but as long as they don’t know we lost the document that’s fine.”
Osamu blinked, “we?” Finding the ability to speak still entranced in his ‘stress’.
Suna carried on hardly even the other man’s interjections, “The event is in 19 hours in Nagoya, it won’t take us long to get there, but we should also get a good idea of the building, area, and our story too.”
After finally regaining the ability to form whole sentences, “How are gaining access? We breaking in and hoping no one notices us in the crowd?”
Suna stopped his rambling, looking at Osamu again, (and stripping him of his newfound ability to speak) “I have a contact in the city who’ll get us on the guest list.”
After deciding it would best not question it the grey-haired man offered, “It’s kinda late there probably won’t be any trains right now. We should probably drive though, I don’t want the agencies to question why we were taking a train when they were supposed to be guarding these documents.”
Suna agreed, they settled the bill and started packing up their things, Osamu leading them to his personal car which contained his travel bag holding a few changes of clothes, and weapons of course. “We driving in shifts?” Osamu asked.
“Sure”
————
40 hours remaining
They have reached Nagoya and also Suna’s apartment, but at what cost? Suna had always known he wasn’t the greatest driver but never had he had more of a thrill ride than being in a car with Osamu. From a technical standpoint, he was a far better driver than Suna, a point to Osamu he supposes.
Osamu 2. Suna 2.
Due to this Suna knows every choice Osamu made on the road was intentional. It was an exhilarating ride. His heart was racing as the other man was handling the car. But it also meant neither slept. It wasn’t the biggest issue. They had 15 hours before the event. But they have things to sort out.
“Okay, we’re here. What do we do now?” Osamu asked, good question.
“We have coffee. And we map out our plan for this evening.” Switching on the kettle and starting on the coffee. When finished he passed a mug to Osamu, they both took their first sips in strangely comfortable silence. At this moment Suna had time to appreciate how calm Osamu was throughout this entire situation, if he was freaking out he definitely wasn’t showing, Suna oddly felt calmed by his presence. It was a shame to break this moment of peace.
“I’ve had my contact keep an eye on our targets for a little while anyway, they directly threaten this city.”
“Convenient. Self-preservation, I respect it.”
“I’ve got people here I want to protect.” Suna looked down into his coffee. “we should probably get some rest. I don’t think my contact would appreciate being called on this early.”
“I’ll take the…” Osamu trailed off looking around the small apartment, his voice dying in his throat.
“There is no couch, we're both on the bed.” Suna made a beeline to the bedroom, hoping the other man wouldn’t catch how red his face was becoming.
——
32 hours remaining
Osamu tried not to think about how he woke on Suna’s small bed, his face nestled in the crook of Suna’s neck, arm wrapped comfortably around his waist, and one of Suna’s long legs resting on his hip.
He tried not to think about the sleepy expression on Suna’s face as he blinked himself awake, the droopy smile set on his lip as if waking from a pleasant dream and his husky morning voice that made bells ring in his head. Though Osamu was trying not to think about it, he was doing an extremely horrible job.
He needed to focus on the task at hand and not on how pretty his partner was when still wrapped in a blanket of sleep. He needed to get these images out of his head.
“Fuck me.” He muttered.
“We’re a bit busy right.” Osamu paled, afraid Suna could hear his thoughts leading up to now.
Suna had led them to the residence of his contact. It was a house in a very inconspicuous suburban neighborhood, Osamu guessed this would be the perfect place for an information broker of sorts to hide.
They’re standing in front of the door Suna’s moving to knock, but instead texting someone, he puts the phone in his pocket and waits and so Osamu waits with him.
Not a second later the door opens revealing a girl who can’t be older than 14, Osamu realises she bares a striking resemblance to the man next to him.
‘Huh?’
“You were supposed to be away for 3 days, Rin-nii.” she said letting them both inside.
‘His sister?’
“Well plans change, and for this one, we need your help.” leading onto the dining room to sit.
‘Her help?’
Osamu's confusion must have been clear on his face as Suna cleared his throat.
"Osamu, this is Suna Rikako, my baby sister and the one who'll get us into this evening's event." He faced the girl. "That's Miya Osamu."
The introduction didn't do much to clear up the confusion plaguing Osamu.
The girl 'Rikako' smirked, damn they have the same smirk too. "He's a lot quieter than the other Miya, Rin-nii, way more your type."
Osamu coughed. So she knows Atsumu too.
"He's prettier too."
All moisture left Osamu's throat, and he was invaded with all the thoughts he was trying to keep at bay. The girl got him a glass of water which he was very thankful for.
"Thanks… sorry but how is this happening?"
"Before Nii-chan joined VLeague we both did a lot of… underground information gathering and trading." Her smile was bright and innocent like she didn't just admit to being involved in some highly illegal information.
Frankly, Osamu was stunned and was hoping for a crumb more context.
Suna, the angel provided. "Basically we got in some hot water a few years back and struck the deal With VLeague, I join the agency, Rikako's safety guaranteed and she gets the technology to keep lines of communication open an exchange for information whenever the agency asks, which is hardly ever." He's smiling just as innocently as his sister.
"They’re paying my tuition too. Okay so update me what am I helping with?"
Suna explained to his sister the entire situation, with every detail so clear it made Osamu more embarrassed that he let this happen, and judging by the flush of Suna's cheeks he felt the same.
Rikako looked between her brother and him incredulously before bursting in to laugh strikingly similar to her brother.
"You…." Wheeze. "Misread your brief?" She was cackling, "God you guys are kinda bad at this agent thing, huh?” She composed herself with more maturity than was probably healthy for a girl her age. “So you need me to get you both on Ginjima’s and Akagi’s party list?”
The men nodded.
“How much time do I have Rin-nii?”
Glancing at a clock hanging in the room. "The party starts in about 7 and a half hours"
"Okay, don't worry I'll get you the list. But you owe me!"
Suna placed a hand on her head and messed up her hair, "Of course, remember mom-"
"Can't know, yes I know Rin-nii, don't get killed please."
The moment between the siblings Osamu found so endearing he felt like he was looking in on a private moment.
Soon enough it was over and Rikako saw them at the door. Suna was the least tense he had seen him throughout the mission. The short time he was with his sister had relaxed him but also brought down a wall. His eyes showed something more than amusement this time Osamu could see the worry and the care to protect his family.
"Osamu let's get food."
He was never going to say no to that.
—---
24 hours remaining
Suna had received the invite confirmation from Rikako while the men were eating, less than an hour after they visited. He had always marveled at how quickly his sister was able to work, he should return the favour and get the job back on track.
Along with the invite was extra information about the evening's proceedings. Apparently there would be the usual party festivities along with a game of cards with anyone Akagi felt would be an interesting opponent. They had decided to make it so one of them would be challenged; they didn't necessarily have to win, they just had to strike his interest. Corner him. Get back the documents.
Hopefully, the ordeal wouldn't be too messy, red stains are difficult to get out. Suna hopefully didn't have to deal with that today. Hopefully, this would all be over soon and they could retrieve the missing files with unlimited time to spare.
The stress of the last day was getting to him, that and the sight of his partner all dressed up in a fitted sleek suit worn with three of his buttons undone, truly scandalous, and his hair was styled in a way that emphasised the rugged boyish charm he seemed to exude. How's Suna meant to make coherent thoughts with Osamu looking that good?
Focus on the task at hand.
The cause of his spiral started speaking "So we're mingling and then Approaching Akagi?" Suna nodded. "What about Ginjima? Should we get a lock on both of them?"
"The reports say Akagi is the more approachable of the 2, and if we get on his good side Ginjima will be easy to sway."
Osamu seemed satisfied with this. They made it inside with ease. Rikako handled all the security details supremely, and Suna noted to get her a thank you present later. Inside was lavishly decorated, music played quietly enough for people to have conversations with ease and loud enough so people had the opportunity to dance, and an open bar perfect for getting people to lower their guard and loosen their tongues.
They were handed complimentary glasses of what was probably expensive champagne and migrated towards the bar, where the highest concentration of people was.
"Are you any good at handling your alcohol?" Osamu questioned eying his untouched glass, Osamu's was already half finished.
He held the glass in line with his mouth. "I do fine, just want my head to be clear for initial contact.”
Osamu grabbed his hand and lowered the glass, “Just remember we're a team in this if I can help in any way I will.” He was staring into Suna’s eyes, his gaze unwavering. Until he broke contact and settled into a spot on the bar.
Maybe he needed a drink, there was very little chance of a clear head after an interaction like that. He conceded to the thought and finished the complimentary drink quickly before joining Osamu at the bar.
Not too much time passed before they were approached by a brown-haired man with a presence that could command the room.
Akagi Michinari.
“Hello boys,” he smiled at them though it didn’t reach his eyes “I don’t think we have had the pleasure,” he held out a hand to shake, and the agents complied neither missing the implied ‘I don’t know you how did you get in’
“I’m Rintaro. I'm here as a representative for Inari, the info broker. This is my partner Osamu.” He’s lucky he had Inari the Alias he and his sister decided on, as cover they had managed to become quite known in the well-informed circles.
Akagi’s eyes brightened at this, “Well then, I’m so happy you could be here today, though I’m curious I’ve sent for correspondence with Inari several times, why today?”
“Well we’re normally quite insular with our communication lines, it’s about time we expanded if you ask me.”
Akagi seemed satisfied with that answer. “Okay, I must finish my duties as a host.” Turning away from them. “We’ll talk later.” That was a promise.
Suna released a breath and turned to Osamu who was looking at him with wide eyes. “You handled that well.”
He took the remainder of Osamu’s drink and finished it before the other man could protest. “Thanks.”
They spent some time keeping an eye on Akagi as flitted from person to person speaking to each like they were old acquaintances, that was until he settled next to a light-haired man slightly taller than him he had a hard expression that softened slightly when he faced Akagi.
“Ginjima Hitoshi.” Suna felt Osamu’s breath next to his ear, of course they couldn’t have people overhearing them, and what better cover than a couple whispering sweet nothings? He just had to ignore the twinge in his stomach when the other man was this close to him.
“I guess so.” He leant closer to Osamu so he could hear him. “We’ll have to deal with them both. Troublesome.” Being this close to Osamu might be a mistake when Suna found himself wanting to drown in his gray eyes. He should probably move back, but his body just didn’t want to listen to him.
“Two birds with one stone and that.” He didn’t move either, in fact he seemed to move in a bit closer, they hadn’t had many drinks but could smell the faint trace of alcohol on his breath.
Not to be beaten, Suna edged in slightly closer. They were so close, their noses brushed, Suna could almost feel the ghost of Osamu's lips on his, just a bit closer and they would be-
Le festin from ratatouille pierced through the moment, causing them both to jolt backwards. Osamu scrambled to his pockets grabbing his phone, Suna becoming scarlet red.
With a cough , "it's, um, Aran…." He doesn't dare to meet Suna's eyes. "I should… I should take this."
“Yeah…. You go do that.” The wood of the bar suddenly became incredibly interesting to Suna as Osamu exited his proximity. He needed to relax. He asked the bartender for another drink.
———-
23 hour remaining
Osamu answered the phone just as he was out of Suna’s earshot, but he kept walking, because the further away from the man at this moment the tighter he had a hold of his sanity.
“Aran, hello.”
“Hey Osamu, routine status report time, how’s it going?”
” It’s fine nothing out of the ordinary.” He hoped Aran couldn’t hear the tremble in his voice.
“Why’s there music playing?” He realised he was still inside, in the middle of an event, hosted by one of the countries, highest national security threats, that he absolutely could not let his superior know that he was in attendance lest he discovers that they had lost the items he was tasked to guard or worse assume he was a traitor and order his immediate extermination.
“Um, Suna was playing music to pass the time?” It came out more of a question but Osamu just hoped that they could move on from this conversation and find some sort of out.
“Weird, doesn’t sound like his type of music.” Osamu knew this voice too well, at times like this he was glad to have a twin always helping out and in this case, he was handed his way to avoid further scrutiny. Thanks, Atsumu.
“Oh the date went well then, but give the man a break Tsumu, most people can only handle you in small doses."
"You know as well as I do that he's not most people." The telltale whine of annoyance was wrapped around each word, with the added sputter from Aran in the background.
"Gross, I hope I don't know him like you do right now."
"Jealousy is ugly on you.” The original purpose of the call is long forgotten.
“You can’t see me, ya scrub.”
“semantics. I’m tired of talking to you. I’m gonna go back to someone who appreciates my company.”
A chuckle bubbled in Osamu’s chest, “I’ll leave you to whatever you 're doing, Aran this might be last chance to get out.” The line went dead. Atsumu must have hung up on him. Coward, when this ordeal was over Osamu made note to grill him on everything going on with his supervisor.
But for the time being he had at least made through the status report without incriminating him and Suna any further.
Suna.
They almost…
Osamu shook the thought out of his head, yes his mission partner was incredibly attractive to the point that sometimes it was downright distracting, but he could focus on that when they got the documents back.
When he’d returned to the bar he noticed there were a few more empty glasses scattered than when he left, tapping Suna’s shoulder he saw a slight redness in the taller man’s cheeks. “You good?”
A slightly dopey smile appeared on Suna’s face. “I’m great.” Cute. “They spent good money on this bar, we shouldn’t let it go to waste.” He placed a glass of some fruity concoction in his hand and couldn’t help but notice how pleasant Suna's cold fingers felt on his warm skin.
“What happened to a clear head?”
“We stand out more if we just stood all tense.” The fog in his eyes cleared ever so slightly. “We might as well enjoy ourselves until we have an opening to make our move.”
There was something about the twinkle in his eye that made Osamu feel like a fool not to listen.
———
It was only 3 drinks and Suna felt like he could tackle this night, he felt a sense of confidence that truthfully he wasn’t entitled to and he felt the eyes of the targets focused on him and Osamu, judging by the tense in the other man’s shoulders he sensed it too. They should give them a show.
“Dance with me.”
Osamu, halfway through his drink, choked at the command. “W-what?”
“Dance with me.” He was honestly expecting a rejection. It made sense this would not be of much use to them and they had a job to focus o-
“Okay.” Osamu’s voice broke through the rambling thoughts. Leaving Suna stunned when his hand was grabbed and he was directed to an emptier part of the dance floor, close to where Akagi and Ginjima were still talking. The music was not exactly slow, but the steady beat made it easy to sway to even with their clumsy steps. Osamu placed his arms around Suna’s neck bringing their bodies closer Suna’s hands were on the other man’s waist, he did all he could to stop the bliss from the closeness reaching his face to maintain passive amusement. It was getting sort of difficult with how the shorter man was leaning into him again.
“We’re new here we’ve gotta make ourselves people they might want to know.” Those striking grey eyes scan the dance floor, there was a smattering of
People milling about are more focused on securing a seedy business deal rather than dance. “They’re already watching us.”
Feeling the arms around tighten he decided he would give in to the sensation slightly, for the good of their mission.
So they danced.
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Time didn’t seem real, a 3-minute song shouldn't be so short Osamu didn’t want to let go of Suna's body just yet. But Akagi and Ginjima were walking over so he relented.
“I’m glad you guys are having such a good time.” It was Ginjima who spoke his voice was softer than he was expecting. His eyes were still hard but they held a sense of welcoming, as well as well-placed suspicion Osamu couldn’t blame him. “Would either of you like to join me for a game of cards? Wanna get to know the new faces.” he was looking between the two of them, sizing the up. They agreed and we were led to a room in the back.
It was a more private space, there were still people littered about but the atmosphere was far more relaxed it was clear that everyone here was comfortable, probably known accomplices of The host. Despite the out of nonchalance it was hard to deny the distinct feeling that everybody was watching every step. Ginjima gestured toward the chair and Osamu took the initiative to sit down first, determined to be of some sort of use.
Ginjima smiled and took the seat opposite him, looking perfectly at home surrounded by the red fabric that covered the room and the smoke that almost blended into his hair, they were certainly in Ginjima's domain. Said man clicked his fingers and not a second later a deck of cards were placed in his hands and fresh drinks were placed by their sides. Osamu held the drink in an effort to stabilise himself, he noticed most of the eyes in the room were turned in his direction the amount of pressure wasn't the most pleasant.
"Do you want to shuffle or shall I?" Ginjima spoke, though he didn't wait for a response before he began shuffling the deck.
"You go." Voice steady. "D'ya mind telling me the game?" It felt like a silly question as soon as he said it, but it would be more silly to begin playing without knowing the rules.
”I was thinking of a couple rounds of rummy, if you're game."
That's fine, he didn't have to think too hard when it came to this game, he could focus his energy on gaining trust (read manipulate into saying what he wants), "Yeah, I'm game." Osamu took a sip of his drink. Noting that it was stronger than his last few.
2 games were played, each person with a win under their belt. Ginjima agreed to shuffle once again. "Why is today the first we've seen you?"
The question almost threw him, but he maintained a controlled expression. "You didn't have anything we wanted before." His slightly teasing. He heard a tense breath from the figure stood near him. Their eyes met for a second, Suna's eyes were hard, warning him to tread carefully.
The bold statement caused an eyebrow to rise on Ginjima and Akagi to move closer behind him. "And we have something you want now?”
"Obviously."
"And who might I ask told you about that?" There was a new edge in his previously relaxed voice that reeked of defensiveness, "We've been trying to keep this acquisition low profile."
Caught him.
"You did," Osamu said simply, relishing the way the other man froze.
Ginjima's shoulders slumped slightly, though he quickly regained his composure. "So you want in right?"
"Not exactly."
"What then?" The man groaned with brows furrowed.
"How about an exchange?" It was Suna's voice breaking through their conversation. Osamu's mouth went dry. What was he doing? An exchange. Meaning they'd have to have something to them. So they're willingly letting sensitive information fall into their enemies hands.
How could he be so-
Osamu saw the flush on Suna's cheeks.
That lightweight.
"And you have something we want, do ya?" Akagi piped up, his eyes sparkling with interest.
"Most likely. We wouldn't be here if we didn't."
Ginjima and Akagi became silent. Osamu felt nauseous, everything was up in the air he needed something to keep him grounded. And like a mind-reader Suna placed A stable hand on his shoulder, squeezing it slightly. It gave Osamu a strange sensation. He felt both calmer and more nauseous but it was oddly pleasant. He didn't want to think too deeply about that, they still had a mission to save.
It didn't matter how good it felt to have Suna's hand massage circles into his shoulder. It didn't matter that his slightly dopey expression was adorable but sharp enough to be taken seriously. It didn't matter tha-
"Okay." Ginjima spoke.
Osamu was jolted out of his thoughts. He blinked. Suna's hand froze.
"We'll exchange our info for yours. If it's of similar value of course."
Oh. A Success. Can't say he was expecting that. He was ignoring the part where they'd have to find information to exchange.
Shit.
Another reason for Kita to orchestrate his demise. Honestly, at this point he wouldn't put up a fight, it was honestly deserved.
“Tomorrow, 11:00 am meet us at this location.” Sliding Osamu a business card for a cafe in the area. A rather open location for an illegal trade but beggars couldn’t be choosers, at least this guarantees minimal possibility for a volatile reaction, lest alert the scrutiny of the general public.
Suna swiped the card from Osamu’s grasp. “We look forward to it.” A sly smile spread across his face, it made Osamu feel funny, probably the alcohol and not how he thought that smile sat so perfectly on his face. Suna dragged Osamu up to standing and led him toward the exit. “Enjoy your night boys.”
The sudden movement highlighted how much alcohol Osamu had drank, his head felt so light and it took more effort than usual to focus on the man in front of him. Not that he minded much. They reached outside and the night air was a welcome change from the event.
“What did you do?” He was finally able to ask. Suna had agreed to exchange equivalent information on national security to people who would definitely use it for the downfall of what their agencies are trying to protect.
The taller man stilled, faced him, and raised an eyebrow in a way that Osamu couldn’t help but find adorable. “What do you mean?”
“What are we gonna trade for the documents? What can we give them that won’t get us into more hot water?”
The confusion fell from his face, he looked so pleased with himself, Osamu couldn’t understand why, was he trying to get them fired?
With his usual pretty smirk, “These guys don’t understand the information they have if they’re willing to give it up that easily.” Osamu noticed how yellow those hazel eyes looked in the dark, ‘gorgeous’ he wanted to be surrounded by them. “We don’t have to give them anything that isn’t already common knowledge if you know where to look, we’ll just embellish a bit to make it sound like actual classified information.” He closed his eyes and Osamu couldn’t help but think what a shame that was. “They seemed to just be figureheads of a larger organisation, let’s let them think they won.”
Osamu pondered on how some who looked so angelic could also be so devious, those eyes were open, and looking directly at him, Osamu could only focus on them.
“Did you hear what I said?” Suna's lips stretched into an elegant smile.
He didn't. He was now too busy focusing on his mouth, that pretty smart mouth. He wanted to kiss those lips.
“Okay.”
Osamu blinked. He was still watching Suna’s lips as the smile softened.
Oh, he’d said that out loud.
“Kiss them then.” Suna goaded.
Osamu didn’t need to be told twice. Closed his eyes and leant forward, his lips landing on the soft skin of Suna’s cheek and he definitely didn't feel the explosion going off in his head. It feels nice. Kept kissing him, traveling all around his face and kissing every corner. Suna placed a hand on his shoulder making Osamu stop in his barrage of kisses.
“You keep missing your target.” He said in barely a whisper, he was so close.
“I won’t this time.” True to his words Osamu captured his lips, they were more chapped than he expected that didn’t stop them from feeling like heaven. He wrapped his arms around Suna’s small waist when he felt him deepen the kiss and placed a hand on his cheek.
It was the first time this entire mission he felt like things were going right.
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9 hours Remaining
Suna's first mistake was waking up as he felt the first signs of a hangover throbbing in his head. His second mistake was opening his eyes. He should have known from the pressure around his waist that when he woke up he'd be faced with a sleeping Osamu.
He wanted this sight everyday when he woke. But he didn't have time to bask in a lazy morning, they had less than an hour to figure out what information would be convincing enough to fool Ginjima and Akagi.
Regrettably that means he'd have to wake up the beautiful, decidedly naked, slumbering man beside him.
"Hey." Shaking Osamu's shoulder, the grey eyes started to flicker open and Suna couldn't help but smile.
"Hey." Osamu responded, his voice laced with sleep.
Suna really didn't want to ruin the moment. He really didn't but they had work to do.
"We should get ready." Osamu nodded and began to untangle himself from Suna, much to the taller man's chagrin.
They'll have to talk about this when they get the documents back.
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8 hours remaining
They were sat in the cafe they were told to the night before with with a bagel and a coffee each, Osamu was holding physical documents detailing the security holes and floor plans of 23 government buildings, though all the buildings had public access and this information could be found online with relative ease, he hoped this would be convincing enough to exchange for th the actually classified documents.
"Hello boys." Akagi filled the seat opposite them looking at them both. "My, don't you guys look rested." He lied like a liar.
Osamu and Suna did have time in the last hour to make themselves look at the height of presentability, so yes they did still look like the aftermath of the evening before, which they will definitely talk about later.
Ginjima filled the seat beside Akagi very much looking like he'd rather be elsewhere. "So what do you have for us?" He asked, getting straight to the point.
Osamu slid his documents towards them.
Ginjima grabbed them and started reading through with a raised eyebrow. He coughed. Akagi looked over and his eyes widened. Oh they fell for it.
Relief was beginning to wash over Osamu when he felt a hand squeezing his knee. Yeah they'll need to talk about this later.
"This'll do." Akagi was trying to hold in some excitement. They really fell for it.
"Don't you have something for us?" Suna said in an almost whining voice, Osamu didn't have the energy to argue that it wasn't cute.
"Right, right." Akagi reached inside his jacket and retrieved a cylindrical container, "here's everything we've collected in the last couple weeks."
Osamu took the cylinder and grasped it close to his chest.
"It's a pleasure doing business with you." With a superficial smile Ginjima and Akagi got us up and left.
After a beat, when they were sure the coast was clear they were able to finally relax, they had succeeded and they had time to spare.
"We should check it."
Osamu blinked. "Huh?"
"We should check it, I don't think we should relax until we know we're in the clear."
Suna was right. Osamu didn't want to doubt the validity of the documents, but they were dealing with criminals.
Taking out the occupants of the cylinder was an emotional labour, now the doubt he didn't want to be realised.
They read over the contents of the paper. They kept reading and rereading.
"Fuck…" neither were sure who actually voiced it, but they felt the same. This is a disaster. And they were back to square one.
These weren't the missing documents.
They were fucked.
In the midst of their wallowing a familiar upbeat kpop song started playing. Suna put his phone on speaker so they could both here
"Atsumu. Hello." He sounded so monotone like his soul had left his body.
"Good Morning!" Well at least someone was in a good mood. "Just wanted to let you know that the boss wants you guys to wrap up the mission 3 hours early since you've been handling it so well."
This felt like some sort of cruel joke.
"Me and Aran will come to meet you and at the end for the last status report, we'll get food afterwards. We were thinking of onigiri."
"Cool." Suna hung up.
They are so screwed.
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They were so screwed.
They had no documents, no leads, no time, and no hope.
This may be their last day walking free and of course, Suna will spend it spiraling.
What could they do? How could they reverse this failure in 5 hours? He looked over at Osamu hoping that he'd have some kind of answer.
"I think we should change our names and flee the country." Thanks, Osamu. Very useful.
"Do you think they'll let us off easier if we grovel?"
Osamu just stared at him but Suna understood.
They should start heading back and preparing for their demise.
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6 (read. 3) hours remaining
They drove back in silence. And sat in the diner from before, they needed their last meal before their inevitable end.
The waitress welcomed them in and took their order as they slumped down in a booth and waited for the food.
"Now would be a good time to plan our apology." Suna started.
"Hopefully we'll only get fired." Osamu was hunched over and had seemingly given up all hope of making it out of this unscathed. It was probably the smart thing to start preparing for the inevitable.
The food arrived and they spent her final meal in silence.
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4 (read 1) hour(s) remaining
They delayed going back to the facility for as long as they could but unfortunately, the time to face the music was coming nearer and nearer. They shouldn't put it off much longer lest they arrive at the same time as their superiors do and make a bad situation even worse.
How they were just sitting in the room that they met less than two days ago. Waiting.
Maybe they could come up with a lie that would garner sympathy. ' No' Osamu thought he respected Aran and Atsumu too much to lie for their pity. The option they had was to at least try and be useful if whoever had taken the documents made use of the information.
A lot sooner than they were hoping, they heard Atsumu's harsh voice speaking so animatedly accompanied by Aran sounding exasperated as usual but there was a fondness to his that ensured Osamu that even after his demise he wouldn't be leaving his brother alone.
"Are you guys alright?" Aran asked, they must be looking as dire as their situation.
Neither Osamu nor Suna were in any rush to answer. It created an uncomfortable tension which Atsumu was not about to sit in
"Why do you guys look like the world is ending?"
Because it is.
Osamu chose to speak, "We're sorry…"
Aran looked confused. Osamu could blame him, hearing a Miya apologise was not a common occurrence.
"Punish us as you see fit," Suna said, his voice slow and steady.
Atsumu squinted. "Why would we do that?"
"We failed…" Osamu's voice broke a little. "... We lost the documents."
Neither of the supervisors said anything. They probably think of the perfect punishment to enact before they let their directors fire them.
"You mean those documents?" Aran led their attention to a cylindrical container that tucked in the corner of the room, laying on its side like it had been knocked over.
And just out of the way of the security camera.
Stupid. They were so stupid.
The documents had been in the room the entire time. The realisation felt earth-shattering. Both Osamu and Suna froze staring at the 'missing' documents with a wash of relief and mortification.
"Um, yeah so I'm gonna pretend I did hear anything about lost documents. mission complete. Good job guys." Atsumu grabbed Aran's arm, dragging him toward the exit before he could protest. "We're gonna get food, join us if you want."
When it was just the two of them left they broke focus from the cylinder and faced each other once more bursting into hysterical laughter.
If they didn't laugh they would probably cry.
But they were going to live another day and remain employed. Success.
"Fuck me." Osamu wheezed, letting the relief fully settle in.
"Yeah, after dinner okay?"