[December Drabble Challenge] Day 9 : Shoot to kill
Title : [December Drabble Challenge] Day Nine : Shoot to kill
Author : Jadey
Rating : R
Genre : AU. Action?
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Summary : AU. He was supposed to kill him that night, only, he didn’t. That was his first mistake.
Note : Day Nine! Assassins AU, ya’ll. XD
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“Subject on the move,” he mutters into the comm just as he sidesteps a pair of drunken dudes making out in the corner on the way to the bathroom, “I’m going to follow him.”
Make sure you keep a safe distance, Nino… Sakurai grunts in his ear, making Nino wince. We haven’t gathered enough intel on this guy, we don’t know what he’s capable of, at least aside from what we know so far.
Yeah, as if Nino doesn’t know that. The only solid thing they have on the guy is his name - which he doubts is real, and his set of skills - which he doubts are genuine. He’s pretty certain someone had deliberately given them wrong info about this guy just to confuse them.
As if the innocent-looking face and the droopy eyes aren’t enough reason to doubt the profile Sho had sent for him to check earlier, Nino had to watch the guy amble his way through the crowd towards the direction of the bathroom like an old person with a bad back.
“I wish I have visuals to show you, Sho-san,” he mumbles, amused, as he keeps his eyes on the person’s behind - plump to perfection, just the way Nino likes it, goddamnit. Certainly one of the worst thing about this job, apart from the possibilities of getting killed every freaking time, that is - finding someone he could be attracted to that he would have to either beat to a pulp or worse, kill. But still, that won’t stop him from appreciating the view, sure.
Why is that?.. Sho asks.
He shrugs, not even bothering correcting himself. He just grins amusedly to himself when he realized Sho can’t actually see him. “Because then I can assure you that whoever it is we were asked to find, this guy isn’t him.”
Sho is quiet for a moment before Nino hears his voice again.
Looks could be sometimes deceiving, Nino… Sho says, just as the door swings open and Nino slips inside without a hitch. I’m pretty sure you already know that.
“Of course, Sho-chan.” He agreed, only vaguely glad that the entirety of the bathroom is nearly empty, of course aside from him and the dude who currently has his hand planted against the first stall door and mumbling to himself. Nino watches him, eyebrows raised in amusement as the man very nearly brains himself against the stall’s door trying to get in before he finally managed to.
It’s a little disappointing, Nino thinks, as he walks slowly towards the next stall the man slipped in, then pauses on his way there to stand in front of the one the man just occupied, breathing quietly, keeping his senses alert while he ponders on his next move.
It is certainly not wise to keep following the man when he is very obviously not who they think he is but Nino had been working this job for so long to know that he shouldn’t let anyone’s appearance fool him. And well, Nino prides himself to be an excellent judge of character, but sometimes, when his libido decides to take the front seat, even he has doubts about his own ability.
For one, he and his handler had seen far more uninteresting characters than this one throughout the years he’d been on the job, people who look and act like they could hardly hurt anything or anyone deliberately but those, as far as Nino remembers, are the ones who are far deadlier than they seem to be. The seldom times he had let his guard down are those few times he almost lost his life, too, and Nino promised himself never to let it happen again, at least if he could help it.
Still, Nino mostly relies on his instincts more than he does with information written on paper because that’s what’s honestly kept him alive up until now despite the dangers of this job. Sho knows it, of course, of course, but being the kind of ‘pen and paper’ guy Sho is, Sho doesn’t wholeheartedly approve of it. To Sho, every tiny bits of information about a person is important and therefore should be meticulously jotted down so that they could easily device the perfect plan to eliminate someone if they know what that person is capable of.
We still have our orders, Nino, so, I don’t know, just keep an eye on him until we find more about that guy. I’m totally not in agreement with you tailing him blindly when we don’t have that much info about him but this is our job and therefore we have to do it.
“Oh I completely understand, Sho-chan,” he agrees. “But to be honest, as far as my usually dependable instinct is concerned, I don’t think we are onto the right guy.” He says. “I mean, seriously, if you can see him right now, I swear to God you’ll know what I mean. He’s like - how do I even say it,” he pauses, thinking of the right adjective to describe the man but finding it hard to come up with any, until he settles on - “like an old man trapped in the body of a hot, middle-aged guy to put it simply. That’s what he’s like.”
He can very well hear the eyeroll even though he can’t see it, especially when Sho starts muttering something about Nino’s admittedly bad habit, again.
“What, seriously, what?”
He’s your type, isn’t he?... Sho grunts, as if Sho knows this is exactly the case; Nino finds it so difficult to keep himself from rolling his eyes again in return just because he can. He chose not to answer though, partly because he knows Sho won’t believe him anyway. For fuck’s sake, Nino, we’ve already talked about this, haven’t we? Stop fucking your targets, God.
Well, fuck that. “What, I’m not even thinking about that, Jesus, you have a sewer mind, seriously,” he hisses in retaliation, though judging with how well Sho knows him, it’s pretty clear Sho’s not even going to pretend he wants to believe him. “get your mind off the gutter, Sakurai-san, because I swear to you, I’m a changed man. I have a better hold of myself and my dick now, so really, you don’t have to worry about anything.”
Let me be the judge of that, Sho says, sounding entirely unconvinced if not exasperated. Nino wants to be offended but it’s hard, considering the fact that Sho knows him more than he probably should - his job as Nino’s handler allows him access to most, if not all - things that he supposed he should know about Nino after all - and therefore the man has every right to call Nino out on his seldom bouts of stupidity if he feels like it.
If you’re not off the line within the next few minutes, maybe I’ll believe you.
Nino scoffs as he surveys the other bathroom stall wall where the man is still inside, squints when he realized that the door isn’t fully closed. The dude is so drunk he probably didn’t even realize he wasn’t able to lock the door behind him, Nino thinks.
Minutes pass and Nino finds himself vaguely wondering what’s taking the man so long - probably end up sleeping there, he muses, and thinks about what he’ll do in case the man really did fell asleep when suddenly, a whimper-like noise from behind the stall’s door stops Nino on his tracks. He stills, heart racing, frowns when he hears it again.
“Nggghh -“ there it is again, and Nino thinks, fuck, really? Does that person have to be everything Nino likes in a guy and makes his obviously aroused voice sound so fucking melodious, too? Seriously, Nino is already having trouble keeping it together as it is, and who can blame him really? The sounds the guy is making, they are practically begging Nino to think of the worst possible things he would do to him, which mostly involves backing the man against the stall’s wall and sucking him off.
Still here, Nino?... Sho’s voice asks in his ear and Nino almost lost his shit right there, hissing a string of expletives that has Sho panicking on the other end. He’s almost completely hard inside his pants, and it doesn’t help that the guy he is tasked to track is making the most lewd sounds Nino’s ever heard on the other stall, seemingly unaware or probably just ignoring the fact that he’s not alone and that someone is eavesdropping on him right about now.
Nino?
Damn the rules, Nino tells himself as he takes the first two steps forward, hand reaching up to tap his earphones off before he even realizes the movement. He pauses, mouth dry, closing his eyes hoping to ease the debilitating want creeping under his skin but couldn’t. It’s difficult, because Nino knows that this time, his dick’s the one making the rules and there’s no fucking way he will question it.
“Still here but I’ll be out in a bit. Talk to you later, yeah?” he says, not bothering waiting for Sho’s reply as he quickly surveys the place, found out it is still empty save from him and his drunk target, mutters a roughly, “Fuck it,” under his breath before he pushes the stall door.
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A month later, Nino finds himself squeezed between a dumpster and a cat scavenging for food as Sho screams in his ear.
“I know!” he hisses, adjusting his earpiece while making sure he has a firm grip around his gun. He’s not even supposed to be here, but after Sho’s stupid mistake regarding the meeting time, there’s nothing left for him to do but wait out here in the cold.
He promised Sho he’ll pay for this soon.
“Fuck, stop screaming, Sho-chan, I can’t fucking concentrate if you’re - “ he says, words trailing the second he realized a body has just thrown itself out of the window before it is followed by collective shouting and gunshots. The person rolled over on the ground and ran, towards Nino’s direction much to Nino’s dismay and confusion, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets the second he realized who it is.
“What the fuck -“
Nino, what the hell is happening there?!
The guy with the sleepy sort of smile and perfect behind turns to look at Nino, lowering his gun for a bit and tilting his head hello.
“Ah, so Matsujun was right,” the guy says, mouth lilting into that fucking gorgeous smile that Nino fell for the first time he saw it. “You are here.”
Nino is confused, but he doesn’t have enough time to dwell on his confusion much when the person reaches over and tugs him down, rolls them over to hide behind the dumpster.
“What the actual fuck?”
“I’m Ohno,” the guy says, cocking his gun and taking Nino’s hand. “I’ll explain everything later, but for now, come with me, Ninomiya-san,”
“What - how in hell did you know my name -“ he says, or at least starts to, until the sound of more gunshots preempt him, and then the guy - Ohno - is pulling him up on his feet with a sort-of determined tug.
“Talk later, let’s go!”
Author : Jadey
Rating : R
Genre : AU. Action?
Pairing : Ohno/Nino
Disclaimer : fiction, yo!
Summary : AU. He was supposed to kill him that night, only, he didn’t. That was his first mistake.
Note : Day Nine! Assassins AU, ya’ll. XD
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“Subject on the move,” he mutters into the comm just as he sidesteps a pair of drunken dudes making out in the corner on the way to the bathroom, “I’m going to follow him.”
Make sure you keep a safe distance, Nino… Sakurai grunts in his ear, making Nino wince. We haven’t gathered enough intel on this guy, we don’t know what he’s capable of, at least aside from what we know so far.
Yeah, as if Nino doesn’t know that. The only solid thing they have on the guy is his name - which he doubts is real, and his set of skills - which he doubts are genuine. He’s pretty certain someone had deliberately given them wrong info about this guy just to confuse them.
As if the innocent-looking face and the droopy eyes aren’t enough reason to doubt the profile Sho had sent for him to check earlier, Nino had to watch the guy amble his way through the crowd towards the direction of the bathroom like an old person with a bad back.
“I wish I have visuals to show you, Sho-san,” he mumbles, amused, as he keeps his eyes on the person’s behind - plump to perfection, just the way Nino likes it, goddamnit. Certainly one of the worst thing about this job, apart from the possibilities of getting killed every freaking time, that is - finding someone he could be attracted to that he would have to either beat to a pulp or worse, kill. But still, that won’t stop him from appreciating the view, sure.
Why is that?.. Sho asks.
He shrugs, not even bothering correcting himself. He just grins amusedly to himself when he realized Sho can’t actually see him. “Because then I can assure you that whoever it is we were asked to find, this guy isn’t him.”
Sho is quiet for a moment before Nino hears his voice again.
Looks could be sometimes deceiving, Nino… Sho says, just as the door swings open and Nino slips inside without a hitch. I’m pretty sure you already know that.
“Of course, Sho-chan.” He agreed, only vaguely glad that the entirety of the bathroom is nearly empty, of course aside from him and the dude who currently has his hand planted against the first stall door and mumbling to himself. Nino watches him, eyebrows raised in amusement as the man very nearly brains himself against the stall’s door trying to get in before he finally managed to.
It’s a little disappointing, Nino thinks, as he walks slowly towards the next stall the man slipped in, then pauses on his way there to stand in front of the one the man just occupied, breathing quietly, keeping his senses alert while he ponders on his next move.
It is certainly not wise to keep following the man when he is very obviously not who they think he is but Nino had been working this job for so long to know that he shouldn’t let anyone’s appearance fool him. And well, Nino prides himself to be an excellent judge of character, but sometimes, when his libido decides to take the front seat, even he has doubts about his own ability.
For one, he and his handler had seen far more uninteresting characters than this one throughout the years he’d been on the job, people who look and act like they could hardly hurt anything or anyone deliberately but those, as far as Nino remembers, are the ones who are far deadlier than they seem to be. The seldom times he had let his guard down are those few times he almost lost his life, too, and Nino promised himself never to let it happen again, at least if he could help it.
Still, Nino mostly relies on his instincts more than he does with information written on paper because that’s what’s honestly kept him alive up until now despite the dangers of this job. Sho knows it, of course, of course, but being the kind of ‘pen and paper’ guy Sho is, Sho doesn’t wholeheartedly approve of it. To Sho, every tiny bits of information about a person is important and therefore should be meticulously jotted down so that they could easily device the perfect plan to eliminate someone if they know what that person is capable of.
We still have our orders, Nino, so, I don’t know, just keep an eye on him until we find more about that guy. I’m totally not in agreement with you tailing him blindly when we don’t have that much info about him but this is our job and therefore we have to do it.
“Oh I completely understand, Sho-chan,” he agrees. “But to be honest, as far as my usually dependable instinct is concerned, I don’t think we are onto the right guy.” He says. “I mean, seriously, if you can see him right now, I swear to God you’ll know what I mean. He’s like - how do I even say it,” he pauses, thinking of the right adjective to describe the man but finding it hard to come up with any, until he settles on - “like an old man trapped in the body of a hot, middle-aged guy to put it simply. That’s what he’s like.”
He can very well hear the eyeroll even though he can’t see it, especially when Sho starts muttering something about Nino’s admittedly bad habit, again.
“What, seriously, what?”
He’s your type, isn’t he?... Sho grunts, as if Sho knows this is exactly the case; Nino finds it so difficult to keep himself from rolling his eyes again in return just because he can. He chose not to answer though, partly because he knows Sho won’t believe him anyway. For fuck’s sake, Nino, we’ve already talked about this, haven’t we? Stop fucking your targets, God.
Well, fuck that. “What, I’m not even thinking about that, Jesus, you have a sewer mind, seriously,” he hisses in retaliation, though judging with how well Sho knows him, it’s pretty clear Sho’s not even going to pretend he wants to believe him. “get your mind off the gutter, Sakurai-san, because I swear to you, I’m a changed man. I have a better hold of myself and my dick now, so really, you don’t have to worry about anything.”
Let me be the judge of that, Sho says, sounding entirely unconvinced if not exasperated. Nino wants to be offended but it’s hard, considering the fact that Sho knows him more than he probably should - his job as Nino’s handler allows him access to most, if not all - things that he supposed he should know about Nino after all - and therefore the man has every right to call Nino out on his seldom bouts of stupidity if he feels like it.
If you’re not off the line within the next few minutes, maybe I’ll believe you.
Nino scoffs as he surveys the other bathroom stall wall where the man is still inside, squints when he realized that the door isn’t fully closed. The dude is so drunk he probably didn’t even realize he wasn’t able to lock the door behind him, Nino thinks.
Minutes pass and Nino finds himself vaguely wondering what’s taking the man so long - probably end up sleeping there, he muses, and thinks about what he’ll do in case the man really did fell asleep when suddenly, a whimper-like noise from behind the stall’s door stops Nino on his tracks. He stills, heart racing, frowns when he hears it again.
“Nggghh -“ there it is again, and Nino thinks, fuck, really? Does that person have to be everything Nino likes in a guy and makes his obviously aroused voice sound so fucking melodious, too? Seriously, Nino is already having trouble keeping it together as it is, and who can blame him really? The sounds the guy is making, they are practically begging Nino to think of the worst possible things he would do to him, which mostly involves backing the man against the stall’s wall and sucking him off.
Still here, Nino?... Sho’s voice asks in his ear and Nino almost lost his shit right there, hissing a string of expletives that has Sho panicking on the other end. He’s almost completely hard inside his pants, and it doesn’t help that the guy he is tasked to track is making the most lewd sounds Nino’s ever heard on the other stall, seemingly unaware or probably just ignoring the fact that he’s not alone and that someone is eavesdropping on him right about now.
Nino?
Damn the rules, Nino tells himself as he takes the first two steps forward, hand reaching up to tap his earphones off before he even realizes the movement. He pauses, mouth dry, closing his eyes hoping to ease the debilitating want creeping under his skin but couldn’t. It’s difficult, because Nino knows that this time, his dick’s the one making the rules and there’s no fucking way he will question it.
“Still here but I’ll be out in a bit. Talk to you later, yeah?” he says, not bothering waiting for Sho’s reply as he quickly surveys the place, found out it is still empty save from him and his drunk target, mutters a roughly, “Fuck it,” under his breath before he pushes the stall door.
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A month later, Nino finds himself squeezed between a dumpster and a cat scavenging for food as Sho screams in his ear.
“I know!” he hisses, adjusting his earpiece while making sure he has a firm grip around his gun. He’s not even supposed to be here, but after Sho’s stupid mistake regarding the meeting time, there’s nothing left for him to do but wait out here in the cold.
He promised Sho he’ll pay for this soon.
“Fuck, stop screaming, Sho-chan, I can’t fucking concentrate if you’re - “ he says, words trailing the second he realized a body has just thrown itself out of the window before it is followed by collective shouting and gunshots. The person rolled over on the ground and ran, towards Nino’s direction much to Nino’s dismay and confusion, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets the second he realized who it is.
“What the fuck -“
Nino, what the hell is happening there?!
The guy with the sleepy sort of smile and perfect behind turns to look at Nino, lowering his gun for a bit and tilting his head hello.
“Ah, so Matsujun was right,” the guy says, mouth lilting into that fucking gorgeous smile that Nino fell for the first time he saw it. “You are here.”
Nino is confused, but he doesn’t have enough time to dwell on his confusion much when the person reaches over and tugs him down, rolls them over to hide behind the dumpster.
“What the actual fuck?”
“I’m Ohno,” the guy says, cocking his gun and taking Nino’s hand. “I’ll explain everything later, but for now, come with me, Ninomiya-san,”
“What - how in hell did you know my name -“ he says, or at least starts to, until the sound of more gunshots preempt him, and then the guy - Ohno - is pulling him up on his feet with a sort-of determined tug.
“Talk later, let’s go!”