RP Log: Mizuki & Kirihara [sorta mission log]

[freelance_elite]

Date: Backdated like hell. 20th of November XD;
Rating: PG
Summary: And so they meet again, and piss the hell out of each other? :D;

Just like they agreed. It was Friday, after working hours, Akaya was driving his motorbike to where he was supposed to pick up Mizuki. It should be fun to see the older man's reaction to how he liked to drive. Fast and by some considered crazy, maneuvering between the other cars at speed higher than he should. Thankfully the weather was good enough, he thought, as he parked as close to the American Embassy as it was possible. It wasn't that close in the end, but they agreed on the meeting place as well, so the other shouldn't have a problem with finding him.

Waiting, Akaya was resting against the yellow Ninja his own helmet in his hand, the spare lying on the seat. There was nothing to do here, but wait.

Friday. It was a rather busy day for Mizuki, as he had to do a lot of work. For his jobs, of course. He'd walked around his entire section at least five times, turned down dinner invitations from four of the girls from the PR department, and of course, the regular paperwork. And then there was more work later on.

After turning down a fifth and a sixth invitation to dinner (the ladies at Public Relations were very persistent), Mizuki finally was able to pack up and go. He took his usual path down the streets. He was used to walking anyway. The exercise was good, plus the people he met on the streets were very interesting. Like a certain someone he met a week ago at a park. Ah, there he was. It didn't take Mizuki too long to arrive at their meeting place. Mizuki put a frown on his face and looked directly at Kirihara Akaya. "Where's my shirt?"

Lazily, Akaya raised his gaze, looking up at the other, "I have it," in his backpack, actually... all nicely folded and assured there wouldn't be any wrinkles. The frown amused him though, and he smirked slightly, "Don't fret." How did Mizuki imagine him riding a bike and holding a shirt in one hand, huh? Even Kirihara wasn't that crazy. "Catch," he grabbed the spare and threw it in the older man's direction, praying to all that's good in the world that Mizuki had fast reflexes, so the helmet wouldn't break when hitting the pavement.

"My shirt better not have wrinkles on it," Mizuki said. If Kirihara thought that Mizuki wouldn't be able to catch that helmet, he was very wrong. Holding the helmet with both hands, Mizuki wondered if he shouldn't have caught it, just to irritate the cocky little devil a bit. He would have, but there wouldn't have been anything good coming from it, so he caught it. "We'll be going, then?" Aah, Mizuki wanted to have a cup of coffee before going home. He didn't feel like making some at home, but he would have to now. It doesn't matter, anyway.

"It won't," Akaya shrugged at both, the demand and the question, "And we may," though, he'd probably welcome a bit of a break before getting down to more work, after he had just finished, "We may also take a short break." Though he was not going to offer going for coffee, even though he would like it... maybe Mizuki would catch on it. Or something.

Oh good, Kirihara wanted to slack off. "We're having coffee, then," Mizuki announced. Maybe he'll have a pastry, too. Now that he thought about it, he was a little hungry. "Same place as the last time, or would you rather go someplace else?"

Great! Mizuki was smart, something Akaya liked. He resisted smirking too wide, and simply nodded his head to that. "Have anything in mind? I'd be inclined to try some new place, were it very good." Though for most part the young agent was a creature of habit, and usually went to the same places. But then a thought struck him and he glanced at Mizuki curiously, "I know a restaurant, Italian, they serve some amazing coffee there, and the food's great too." A place, where back in his trainee days, he went once or twice with Ohtori-san. Why did the thought come? Because his stomach twisted unpleasantly, and Akaya remembered he didn't have anything in his mouth since breakfast -- and that was long time ago.

Mizuki considered Kirihara's offer for a moment, and then nodded. He hasn't had Italian for a while, anyway. "Let's go there, then," he said. He stepped a little closer to Kirihara, the helmet in between his side and an arm. "Are we riding or are we walking?"

"Riding," it wasn't that far, but Kirihara felt a bit lazy and walking there and back to fetch the motorbike would be a waste of time. He put the helmet on, fastened the straps under his chin and flipped the visor up to look at the other. There was some sort of amusement twinkling in his eyes, as not many people knew he met knew how to put that on. Though, Akaya expected Mizuki would know. The man just seemed to know certain things most people had no idea of.

Mizuki couldn't help but roll his eyes. Kirihara really was a little unrefined. And cocky. And maybe a little rude. It made him want to whack him on the head with a thick, hardbound book. Mizuki got on the bike behind Kirihara first, before putting on the helmet. The last time he had to ride one was a few years ago, when he lived in America. He had to admit, it was quite nice to ride a bike, but he really didn't have that much of a patience and an inclination to buy one when he came back to Japan. Besides, walking and public transportation was much, much better. "Go on, let's not waste time," Mizuki told Kirihara.

Heheh, okay, Akaya had to admit he was very amused now. Amused and a little impressed too, perhaps, or perhaps it was just a matter of meeting someone who didn't squee, or make stupid comments over the bike. Without another word, he started the engine and waited until he felt the other's arms on his waist (thankfully Mizuki was smart enough to not wait with that) to ride onto the street and speed up.

It didn't take the two of them too long to reach the restaurant. Mizuki didn't know if he was going to be disappointed or relieved (he didn't even think that one could ever feel both at the same time). Disappointed because he expected Kirihara to drive like a madman, relieved because he didn't. Once he got off the bike and took the helmet off, Mizuki ran a hand through his hair, fixing it. He hated having his hair flat on his head. It looked awful. He spent a lot on hair care products, and he wouldn't even dare to let anyone mess with his hair. Not even helmets. Mizuki then gave the place a quick look-around. "Nice place," he commented, a finger twirling in his hair.

There was just as much one could do when having a passenger sitting behind you on a motorbike. Even if Akaya felt like showing off a bit, he was aware that with Mizuki on the bike with him, there was not much he could do. Except for the speed and maneuvering at top speed. Once they were there, Kirihara also had to shake his hair off -- not enjoying it sticking to his scalp tightly either. "It is," he nodded at the other's words of appreciation. And yes, remembering their last meeting... once again, he held the door open for the other, with a slight smirk lingering in the corner of his mouth. "After you."

Mizuki tried his best not to growl at Kirihara. Really, he could use a lesson on how to stop being a cocky bastard. He hated that smirk on the man's lips. He still refused to believe that Kirihara could have something close to good manners in him. He doubted that Kirihara did. Shoving the helmet on his hands at Kirihara's chest, he stepped through the door and got themselves a table for two.

Heeeh, Kirihara couldn't care less what people thought of him. Usually. Though this time he didn't care either, as the amusement seeped it's way into his mood. Mizuki's frustration was so... funny, he thought, seating himself opposite to the older man. The smirk was still there, no helping it, sorry -- or not really. Akaya waved to the waiter, for a menu card... for now, he decided to stay quiet. Perhaps waiting for the other to start a conversation about whatever he wanted to talk about. If he left the choice up to Akaya, then the young agent would make sure to frustrate Mizuki a liiiiiittle bit more. Poke here, prod there, check for reactions.

Mizuki sat back on his chair as he read over the menu. He didn't know why he was so inclined to feel so annoyed at Kirihara, but he was. The man frustrated him to no end and it was getting on his nerves. He was worse than the girls from Public Relations. Kirihara was like a million of them bothering him at the same time. Mizuki even blamed his sudden loss of appetite on Kirihara, and just ordered a cup of coffee, nothing more.

Mou, that wasn't fair. Akaya wanted to bug Mizuki why he wasn't going to eat... it was one of the things the 23 year old was anal about. If the other person wasn't eating, he wasn't either. Damnit... but he was hungry. Very hungry. He glared slightly at Mizuki from above the menu, green eyes narrowing. "Not eating after all?" he asked, trying not to sound too annoyed. Or frustrated, for that matter. Seems they had a quirk for annoying each other off, and did quite well at it. But before hearing the answer, Kirihara ordered his own coffee and a light meal. Something which wouldn't make him feel too guilty, but what would also satisfy his hunger a bit.

It seemed that there would always be a scowl on Mizuki whenever he's with Kirihara Akaya. He raised an eyebrow at the younger man. "I did just say that we're having coffee," he said. "Never said anything that I would eat."

And it really seemed they were bound to piss each other off. "Alright," Akaya answered, trying not to twitch too visibly. "Whatever you want."

"Naturally," Mizuki replied, arms crossed.

There was an awkward silence between the two as they waited for their orders.

If Akaya was bothered by the silence, he certainly didn't show it. He just sat there, staring blankly at the other, then around the place -- even though he knew it quite well already. Was there anything to talk about? Kirihara searched his mind and came up with a blank... then a very random and silly question. Oh well, "So..." he started, tone of the voice obviously bored, "How did your day go?"

"It was fine until you came along," was what Mizuki wanted to say. He just settled with "Fine," and drummed his fingers on his arm. Kirihara better hope that Mizuki's mood would improve with the coffee, or they would have a very uneventful meeting.

Kirihara just stared, and this time allowed his eyebrow to twitch. Whatever. He didn't care about being nice anymore and so Akaya just sat there his chin resting on his hand, elbow propped up on the table. Was it rude? Oh well, whatever. Green irises shifting from person to person in the restaurant.

"Kirihara-kun," Mizuki said with that stern tone of his. "I would suggest taking your elbow off the table. It isn't good manners." He still had his arms crossed. Was there no hope for this child? Mizuki silently prayed that there was. Even just a tiny bit.

Akaya scowled and pouted, then moved his elbow off the table, leaning back in his chair. "I apologize," he muttered, with his eyebrow raised high. Only these who didn't know him too well, would believe the apology was genuine.

Crossing his legs as well, Mizuki's hard gaze never left Kirihara. He raised an eyebrow as well. "How about trying to be a little more sincere in your apologies next time?" What was taking the goddamned coffee too long?

"How about you stop trying to act like a parent of mine?" Was what Akaya nearly said, but he bit his tongue in time and said instead, "My apologies will be sincere, when I'll be feeling sincere about them." When he would really mean them. As it was, Akaya rarely apologized truly, and did not see a reason to ever change that, so whatever. Forcing himself to actually feel sorry was probably impossible anyway.

But oh, finally. Their coffee and his meal arrived, perhaps that would somehow lit their moods. Well, for the younger man it'd be certain. Akaya was hungry, and he was grumpy when hungry... that, and coffee always had some amazing effects on him.

"Don't say sorry when you don't mean it, then," Mizuki said. When their coffee came, he unfolded his legs underneath the table and politely shooed the waiter away. He picked up his cup of coffee, didn't bother to add milk or cream or sugar, and drank it. Mm, yes. The coffee was good. It smelled rather nice, too. He thought he'd drink it as is. And then he smiled. "You were right though," Mizuki said. "The coffee is amazing."

Akaya took a sip of the coffee and then settled on eating. Coffee on empty stomach was not good. He took one bite -- oh yes, the food was fabulous like always. Then, he was meaning to take another one, but half way he saw the smile... Huh? The younger agent flushed, not noticing his fork hanging limply between his fingers and his mouth hanging half open. Oh great, he must have been quite the hilarious sight right now. But there was no denying it that well, that smile was quite alluring. Now... why was he thinking of Mizuki's smile alluring?! Akaya shook his head and finally stuffed that piece of food into his mouth. He swallowed and only then answered, "Yeah, Italians make the best coffee," and this was an Italian restaurant, yes.

Mizuki's eyes twinkled for just a split-second. Oh, how he loved paying attention to detail. He loved it even more when he was able to make Kirihara fluster and blush. Too bad he wasn't able to take a picture of how he looked earlier. That was priceless! "I didn't think that you'd have such refined tastes, Kirihara-kun," Mizuki said, setting down his cup. "Maybe next time, I should ask you where to have a rather fancy dinner." There was the smile again.

That smile... okay, Akaya thought that perhaps it was only one time thing, his reaction to Mizuki's smile, but apparently... it wasn't the case. His cheeks coloured again, but thankfully this time he didn't make an ass of himself again. But the thing was, he did know a very good restaurant for fancy dinners. It was perhaps small, but amazing family-run restaurant -- his parents knew the owners, and he and his sister attended the place often (since neither of them could cook too well). "There is this one place," he shrugged, trying to not be too bothered, but the attempt failed. "Fancy, but traditional." And expensive too, but that was a given with fancy places. Though no, Akaya was not going to offer going there for a dinner sometime... he was not going to invite Mizuki out for a dinner. NO.

The younger agent sipped his coffee again, after few more bites of his meal... before he spoke up, "If you want, I can take you there sometime," and so his resolution to not invite Mizuki went to hell.

If Mizuki did not have the self-control he had right now, he would probably be laughing incontrollably and saying that he's won. Thankfully, he wasn't that kind of person, and that his self-control was very much great. "That's very nice of you," Mizuki said. At first, he thought he was just smiling out of habit, but he really wasn't so sure right now. Not that it mattered, really. As long as he had the results he wanted, then it's alright. In this situation, at least. "Thank you. I'd like that." Mizuki had another drink from his coffee. "Is that a promise?"

Kirihara finished his meal, his hunger satisfied at least partially. He sipped his coffee and sighed, "Yeah, yeah, it's a promise," and his mind went on a trip to figure out when he could fulfill that promise.

...

When could it be? Akaya glanced at Mizuki, trying to keep his bored expression, though there was still that flush on his cheeks, "Hn, you can pick time, whenever."

"Whenever, hm?" Mizuki finished his coffee. Vaguely, he wondered what else he could do to make the younger man in front of him blush. But then he shook his head. "How about you treat me to that restaurant of yours after we've finished what we're supposed to do?" And seeing as Kirihara was a smart guy(it was possible to be smart and an idiot at the same time, as the man in front of Mizuki was the perfect example), he would know exactly what Mizuki means.

Hn? When they're done with the mission? "Sounds good," Akaya nodded. As means of relaxation, a dinner... then again, he wondered how relaxing would a dinner with Mizuki be. Oh, it didn't matter, he promised, and he'd rather die than break a promise. They were both finished now with the coffee, and Akaya had his food. They could go now and do their thing. Then Akaya could go and have some sleep. Preferably lots of sleep. "Shall we go now?"

"Yes, yes, we shall," Mizuki said. They settled their bill and went on their way to Mizuki's. Kirihara drove on, as usual, seemingly inattentive to traffic rules. He decided not to rant at Kirihara about that anymore. He did grumble about the helmet messing his hair up.

"Make yourself at home," Mizuki said as they entered his apartment. It was still as white and clean as before.

Traffic rules? Why should he care about them? At any rate, it got them to Mizuki's apartment quickly, without bigger problems. And, seeing as it was his second time in the place, the whiteness didn't surprise him as much, but it was still impressive. Akaya put his backpack away, but not before taking out the shirt, smoothing out the imaginary wrinkles and handing it to Mizuki. There, perfect state.

And sure, he'd make himself at home. A small smirk spread through his lips, as he said, "Yes, yes, Mizucchi-honey~." The tone of his voice obviously amused and teasing.

Mizuki had put on slippers and removed his coat and was going to offer Kirihara maybe another cup of coffee and a heavier meal than what he ate earlier. It was almost dinnertime, anyway. Well, Mizuki was going to offer, until Kirihara said something that made him decide against it. He turned around slowly, his eyes narrowed to slits. "I suggest you never call me that again, Kirihara-kun," Mizuki said. There was a threat attached to the sound of his voice.

A smirk spread through Akaya's lip -- touche? "Why not~?" He asked, trying to sound innocent, but obviously failing, "Isn't it cute~? It fits you all too well, Mi~zu~cchi~san," he shrugged. Pay back from the time in the restaurant, where he knew Mizuki was playing with him.

Mizuki decided that he ought to strangle Kirihara. That would successfully wipe that smirk on his face and get rid of his problem easily. Oh, he could do it. He would do it. Lucky for the little bastard, he had so much respect for one Tezuka Kunimitsu, so he wouldn't strangle him. He would just settle for something else. For now. "Didn't I tell you to not call me that again?" Mizuki snapped, snarling. He rarely snarled, or snapped at anyone for that matter. God help him, but he wanted to hurt Kirihara so bad.

Oh now wasn't that extremely amusing? Mizuki's snarl was ahh, what else could Akaya say but 'adorable'? "Or else~?" He teased, the smirk never leaving his face. After he got his little revenge, he'd drop it. For now though, the younger man wanted to make the most out of pissing the hell out of Mizuki.

"Or else Tezuka would find that he's missing one agent," Mizuki said. His glare was intense, and he'd meant every word. And he would, even though it would mean that he had to switch sides in the end, and that doesn't sound too bad right now. It was also the first time that he'd questioned why in the world he'd ended up with such an irritating brat for a partner. At least Kirihara wasn't American. But gods, this irritation wasn't what he needed right now. Mizuki crossed his arms, though the expression on his face didn't change. "Now sit the fuck down and tell me what you've found out so far."

Cute... but probably only a lunatic could think such a thing of someone who just threatened to kill you. Akaya was still more amused than scared. What could Mizuki do, after all? Nothing much. If they weren't even in skills, Akaya thought himself as being the superior. Like usual. But enough was enough, he got his fun, and there was no need to irritate the man further (and again). He sat as instructed, expression changing from an amused one, graced with a wide smirk, to his usual blank and bored one, "These few days were rather productive, I must say," there was a lot of work, it left him tired... but it was the better kind of exhaustion, than sitting at the desk and filling out papers.

There were a lot of details, little things, everything put together by a person, hour and date. Akaya was always a bit obsessively-compulsive, needing every single thing he did to be perfect. But he also always thought it wasn't to the extent of needing help with it. For as long as he was alright with it, it didn't bother him, he didn't care about doing anything about it.

Business was business for Mizuki, and he definitely didn't appreciate Kirihara's monkeying around. He did, however, appreciate that Kirihara does as he is told. Most of the time.

Going over the information Kirihara gave him, Mizuki concluded that there really wasn't much of a difference from what he'd learned as well. Although, there were a few differences in their findings, they were all basically the same. Even so, they'd narrowed down at least three perfect candidates for their mission. Two of them were American and the third was half Japanese, and each one held an important position at the American Embassy. "We'd probably do more damage if we targeted the American diplomats," Mizuki said. "They're tricky little bastards, though, so we'd have to work a little harder." He leaned back on his chair. "We need to cover different angles, so we know that the Americans cannot and will not have an excuse to let the issue go. Those Americans have excuses for every damn scandal anyone's possibly ever come up with, and we have to disprove those excuses as well for this to work." Crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow, Mizuki looked at Kirihara. "I suppose you know what happens if you fail," he said, stressing the final words.

Kirihara smirked, but his eyebrow was twitching. Who did Mizuki thought he were. "I never fail." He said simply, eyes narrowing slightly.

Mizuki's eyes narrowed, gaze fixed on Kirihara. He leaned forward toward the younger man and appeared to be snarling at him. "You better not."

Heh, Akaya snarked, lips stretching into a smirk, but his eyes narrowed dangerously as well and before he realized it, they were very close... as he leaned a little forward too. Voice low, quiet and even, "Don't insult me." Thinking he would fail was one of the biggest insults one could ever direct to the young agent.

One of the things Mizuki liked about this young agent was probably his guts. He returned Kirihara's smirk with his own and said, "I'm not insulting you. I'm warning you." If anything, he was a little happy that he was partnered with someone with this much guts.

"I don't need the warning," a short response. Oh yes, Mizuki was certainly playing with fire at the very moment, but Akaya was partly amused, to be honest. Annoyed too, but only very little.

"Then get moving, boy," Mizuki said blandly, pinching Kirihara's nose. "I want this over and done with already."