[fic] right then !
ENTRY 08
TITLE: Untitled
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 1249
NOTES: a mad dash to the finish line. Un-beta-ed, and I apologise in advance if any typos distract you when reading this. Hope you still enjoy it though <3.
Sometimes, when the victim's eyes met his in the last moment of the victim's short life (it was always short, no matter what, no matter how long someone has lived, when his life was taken abruptly, his life would always feel short) that Sho wondered why he did this again.
Those thoughts didn't prevent him from doing his job perfectly though, his finger tightened around the trigger and a split second later, there was no soul behind those glassy eyes that was staring at him.
He ducked under the sudden barrage of bullets, and rolled sideways behind a concrete column to protect himself. His communicator crackled and sizzled, and Sho nearly threw the earpiece away with a curse on cheap electronics and his stingy employer, when a voice made it past the crackling noises that was slowly driving him insane.
Nino's voice was calm from where he was sitting in the control room, tracking and relaying the team's progress, and his almost cold and no nonsense voice gave Sho something to focus to. He listened to Nino's order, watching a bullet landed near his feet and he leaned his body out from behind the column and gave two perfunctory shots, and the rain of bullets dies down, just like that.
Third floor, fifth room on the right flank. Sho ran to the stairs because his location was the closest to where the main target was, and from the earpiece, he noted that Aiba and Ohno were going to provide him with back up.
He skidded to a halt at the stop of the stairs, another rain of bullets stopped his progress, and this one was not as easy to silence. He hissed as one bullet hit his shoulder, feeling the sharp, burning sting and the warm blood that oozed from the torn skin.
He considered waiting for Aiba and Ohno, but getting concerned that the target might be able to get away if he wasn't quick enough. He made up his mind and cocked his guns. Really, sometime he wondered why he kept doing this shit.
He was going to die today, he thought as he rolled out of his hiding place and retuned the barrage of bullets. Well, he should've died a couple times before this, but looked like he was such a lucky bastard that he kept managing to get away from the angel of death, who he could feel was always lurking just behind that corner. He wondered if his luck would hold up again today, or if today was the angel of death's lucky day.
He heard one of the men groaned as his bullets hit him, but there was still another shooter, whose position he hadn't spot yet. It was too late for him to go back to his previous hiding space, and as he scanned the surrounding looking for the other shooter, he grimly realised that he was a sitting duck waiting to get shot.
Shit, he thought, but he kept his guns steady in his hands, shooting to the direction his senses told him the bullets were coming from. Another bullet grazed his thigh and when he thought that this was it, that the next bullets would definitely finish him off, he felt himself being shoved roughly from behind, bullets wheezing past him from behind.
Back up, Sho thought, but instead of Ohno or Aiba, Sho was face to face with a mightily pissed off Jun. Sho didn't have time to think what those expression meant for him later, if he got away alive after this, because Jun was pulling him to stand and they kicked the door to the target's room open. They didn't worry about the guards outside, Sho knew that Aiba and Ohno were there at the same time when Jun came.
The target was halfway out of the window when they stormed in, and Sho shot his aide without hesitation, while Jun shot the target's knee. The targets stumbled and fell back with a hell-raising scream, and Sho disposed another guard with a shot squarely onto his head. Jun walked to the target who was cowering on the floor, the target's hand grasping and fumbling with his own gun, but he was clearly never the one using the gun to kill and Jun kicked the gun away, cracking the bone of the target's wrist.
There was something cold and deadly about Jun when he was like this, something that made even Sho shiver. There was blood trickling down Jun's temple, he just realised, and it made Jun look even more dangerous.
The shooting outside had died down and Sho had no doubt who won because, well, there simply was no other outcome. Aiba's distinctive sneeze confirmed his thought.
“Jun,” he said, wanting Jun to get over with it, because his wounds started to burn painfully and the blood hadn't exactly clotted either.
Jun sighed. “You're too kind, Sho,” he said, cocking his gun. “He should suffer slowly and painfully.”
Sho was about to say that they didn't have time for this, but then Jun shot, three times, and the scream that came out of the target was so horrible that it made Sho wince. The fourth shot silenced him, and Jun turned, putting the gun back into the holster, and said, “let's go, Sho.”
And that was that. Mission over.
They went to the control room to report the mission and return the weapons and get their wounds treated. Sho was tired and jaded and he wanted to just drop right there and sleep and sleep and sleep until he finally understood why he was doing what he did. But Nino was always quick and perfunctory, and the reporting was done in the same time that his dressing was done, and then Jun took his elbow and led him to the car, driving back home.
It was impossible to rest when they got home because the adrenaline from the mission was still high, and so they tore and each other's clothes, lips attacking each other savagely, fingers gripping each others until the skin bruised.
Sho snarled as Jun tore into him - there was nothing tender about this; this was animalistic dance that wouldn't stop until they were spent, all loud groaning and cursing and clawing. But Sho liked this because the pain reminded him that he survived another mission and Jun's growl and bruising grip told him that Jun was alive and, all things considered, well too.
He came so hard that it made him dizzy, and when he fell, Jun readily caught him, his lean body flushed on Sho's back, his breathing harsh and hot on Sho's nape.
And after a few beats of silence, Jun kissed his neck, the tenderness a stark contrast to what they just did, and he whispered against Sho's hair, “Happy birthday, Sho.”
There would be no present, Sho knew, and with the life that they led, birthday was overrated anyway. But Jun saying it means that he was still here, and for whatever it was worth, the only things that mattered to him was that they both were alive.
There would soon be another mission, and one day one of them wouldn't be amongst the other anymore, and Sho would continually wondered why the fuck did he do this, did he live this life.
But for now he was alive and Jun was breathing and warm and strong behind him, and with the kind of life that he led, this moment was all that mattered the most.
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TITLE: Untitled
RATING: R
WORD COUNT: 1249
NOTES: a mad dash to the finish line. Un-beta-ed, and I apologise in advance if any typos distract you when reading this. Hope you still enjoy it though <3.
Sometimes, when the victim's eyes met his in the last moment of the victim's short life (it was always short, no matter what, no matter how long someone has lived, when his life was taken abruptly, his life would always feel short) that Sho wondered why he did this again.
Those thoughts didn't prevent him from doing his job perfectly though, his finger tightened around the trigger and a split second later, there was no soul behind those glassy eyes that was staring at him.
He ducked under the sudden barrage of bullets, and rolled sideways behind a concrete column to protect himself. His communicator crackled and sizzled, and Sho nearly threw the earpiece away with a curse on cheap electronics and his stingy employer, when a voice made it past the crackling noises that was slowly driving him insane.
Nino's voice was calm from where he was sitting in the control room, tracking and relaying the team's progress, and his almost cold and no nonsense voice gave Sho something to focus to. He listened to Nino's order, watching a bullet landed near his feet and he leaned his body out from behind the column and gave two perfunctory shots, and the rain of bullets dies down, just like that.
Third floor, fifth room on the right flank. Sho ran to the stairs because his location was the closest to where the main target was, and from the earpiece, he noted that Aiba and Ohno were going to provide him with back up.
He skidded to a halt at the stop of the stairs, another rain of bullets stopped his progress, and this one was not as easy to silence. He hissed as one bullet hit his shoulder, feeling the sharp, burning sting and the warm blood that oozed from the torn skin.
He considered waiting for Aiba and Ohno, but getting concerned that the target might be able to get away if he wasn't quick enough. He made up his mind and cocked his guns. Really, sometime he wondered why he kept doing this shit.
He was going to die today, he thought as he rolled out of his hiding place and retuned the barrage of bullets. Well, he should've died a couple times before this, but looked like he was such a lucky bastard that he kept managing to get away from the angel of death, who he could feel was always lurking just behind that corner. He wondered if his luck would hold up again today, or if today was the angel of death's lucky day.
He heard one of the men groaned as his bullets hit him, but there was still another shooter, whose position he hadn't spot yet. It was too late for him to go back to his previous hiding space, and as he scanned the surrounding looking for the other shooter, he grimly realised that he was a sitting duck waiting to get shot.
Shit, he thought, but he kept his guns steady in his hands, shooting to the direction his senses told him the bullets were coming from. Another bullet grazed his thigh and when he thought that this was it, that the next bullets would definitely finish him off, he felt himself being shoved roughly from behind, bullets wheezing past him from behind.
Back up, Sho thought, but instead of Ohno or Aiba, Sho was face to face with a mightily pissed off Jun. Sho didn't have time to think what those expression meant for him later, if he got away alive after this, because Jun was pulling him to stand and they kicked the door to the target's room open. They didn't worry about the guards outside, Sho knew that Aiba and Ohno were there at the same time when Jun came.
The target was halfway out of the window when they stormed in, and Sho shot his aide without hesitation, while Jun shot the target's knee. The targets stumbled and fell back with a hell-raising scream, and Sho disposed another guard with a shot squarely onto his head. Jun walked to the target who was cowering on the floor, the target's hand grasping and fumbling with his own gun, but he was clearly never the one using the gun to kill and Jun kicked the gun away, cracking the bone of the target's wrist.
There was something cold and deadly about Jun when he was like this, something that made even Sho shiver. There was blood trickling down Jun's temple, he just realised, and it made Jun look even more dangerous.
The shooting outside had died down and Sho had no doubt who won because, well, there simply was no other outcome. Aiba's distinctive sneeze confirmed his thought.
“Jun,” he said, wanting Jun to get over with it, because his wounds started to burn painfully and the blood hadn't exactly clotted either.
Jun sighed. “You're too kind, Sho,” he said, cocking his gun. “He should suffer slowly and painfully.”
Sho was about to say that they didn't have time for this, but then Jun shot, three times, and the scream that came out of the target was so horrible that it made Sho wince. The fourth shot silenced him, and Jun turned, putting the gun back into the holster, and said, “let's go, Sho.”
And that was that. Mission over.
They went to the control room to report the mission and return the weapons and get their wounds treated. Sho was tired and jaded and he wanted to just drop right there and sleep and sleep and sleep until he finally understood why he was doing what he did. But Nino was always quick and perfunctory, and the reporting was done in the same time that his dressing was done, and then Jun took his elbow and led him to the car, driving back home.
It was impossible to rest when they got home because the adrenaline from the mission was still high, and so they tore and each other's clothes, lips attacking each other savagely, fingers gripping each others until the skin bruised.
Sho snarled as Jun tore into him - there was nothing tender about this; this was animalistic dance that wouldn't stop until they were spent, all loud groaning and cursing and clawing. But Sho liked this because the pain reminded him that he survived another mission and Jun's growl and bruising grip told him that Jun was alive and, all things considered, well too.
He came so hard that it made him dizzy, and when he fell, Jun readily caught him, his lean body flushed on Sho's back, his breathing harsh and hot on Sho's nape.
And after a few beats of silence, Jun kissed his neck, the tenderness a stark contrast to what they just did, and he whispered against Sho's hair, “Happy birthday, Sho.”
There would be no present, Sho knew, and with the life that they led, birthday was overrated anyway. But Jun saying it means that he was still here, and for whatever it was worth, the only things that mattered to him was that they both were alive.
There would soon be another mission, and one day one of them wouldn't be amongst the other anymore, and Sho would continually wondered why the fuck did he do this, did he live this life.
But for now he was alive and Jun was breathing and warm and strong behind him, and with the kind of life that he led, this moment was all that mattered the most.
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