Destiny Brothers
Title: Destiny Brothers Ep.4
Genre: angst, smut, fluff?
Pairing: Sakuraiba
Rating: pg
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the plot.
Summary: Sakurai Sho has a past he wants to but cannot forget. He plans to get revenge, but meets a man, blinding him from his life plans.
Word Count: 1898
The door burst open, and Sakurai Sho ran into the room, almost tripping over the doormat, clothes and hair disheveled. “Sorry!” Sho apologized as he took his coat off and threw it on a nearby chair, “I…I overslept!” he explained while trying to calm his wild hair down. Nino and Jun, his colleagues, just stared at him, not sure whether to be relieved or furious. Nino, sitting in a desk chair curled up with his chin resting on his knees, looked at the older’s messy hair, recalled how his phone call was not answered, and came to a conclusion. “You overslept, huh,” Nino smirked as he threw a sideways glance towards Sho while turning back to his computer screen, “did you have a fun night?” Sho’s eyes immediately grew wide with surprise and panic, and rushed over to the younger, now typing something on one of his multiple computers. “How did you know this!?” he hissed, trying to avoid getting heard by Jun, who was confused to what the two were talking about. Nino stopped punching words on the keyboard but kept his eyes focused on the screen, “you know I know everything,” he whispered with a creepy grin and resumed his typing.
“Am I being left out with something?” Jun asked in a slightly tempered tone as he too gathered around Nino and his wonderful highly technological machines. “Nah, nothing much,” Nino answered halfheartedly, “he just got a new boyfriend,” he added and burst into a childish giggle after seeing Sho panic once again at the sudden broadcast of his private life. “Is that so,” Jun replied, his eyes showing a little surprise, “our Sho finally has a love life,” he mocked, earning a deathly glare. “So,” Sho sighed, trying to change the subject, “hows the plan coming?” Nino nudged his heard towards the corner of his tiny stuffed room towards the box, “your stuff is over there. I’m almost done.” Jun watched Sho peek inside the box and nod in approval. “You know how hard it was trying to get that one kind you wanted?” he complained, “I almost got killed on the way, you know,” he added laughing, causing the latter to chuckle as well at the exaggeration. “Thanks,” Sho replied, giving a small slap on the smart smuggler’s back. “And I’m done with the plans for the day,” Nino announced, proudly pointing at his screen with his right hand while rubbing his tired eyes with incredible bags with his left. The other two silently read the plan, exchanged an expression of satisfaction, grabbed their jackets and belongings and left. The mission has now begun.
Thirty minutes later Jun was walking silently in the crowd of businessmen and women in the train station. He had a black suit, white shirt and blue tie on and carried a brown briefcase; it was the easiest way to melt into his surroundings. “You look like a male companion that just came back from work,” Nino had commented when he looked at his colleague in his outfit. While walking around the station, Jun kept his eye on a man wearing a grey suit a few meters in front of him, and casually followed him into platform 2. It was easy to follow him at this time of the day: rush hour. With so many people hurrying to get to their workplaces, it would take a real observant person to realize they were being followed. As the man walked to a line-or what was supposed to be a line-to board the next train, Jun silently crept up behind him, taking a small 500ml clear water bottle from his briefcase and magically slipping it into his target’s bag. He then took out a small Ziploc bag with white powder in it from his pants pocket and transferred that into the man’s pockets. Mission one, complete, he told himself as he distanced himself from his target, making sure not to be caught. Pick-pocketing is a useful skill, he thought as he praised himself silently in his mind. As a former professional pick-pocketer, Jun could easily take almost anything out or put anything in any sort of bag just as easily as someone picks up a coffee cup. He took out his cellphone and texted S.S and N.K: “M1. Done.”
Sho was standing on platform 3, the platform just across of platform 2. Feeling his phone vibrate, he flipped it open and saw a text message from MJ, “M1. Done.” Without any change in his facial expression he dialed a number, placed the phone by his right ear, and listened patiently to the sound of the phone waiting to be picked up. After a few rings, a man’s voice answered, “Hello?” Sho’s heart stopped for a moment, but his outward attitude stayed calm. “Good morning, Mr. Morita,” Sho replied into the phone while eyeing a man on the other side of the station, talking into his phone. “Excuse me, who is this?” the man asked in a hesitant, confused voice, not sure if he had heard this voice before. “Oh, do you not remember me? Well, I guess that can’t be helped, I’ve grown up quite a bit since then,” Sho started in a slightly mocking voice, “does the name “Sho” ring a bell by any chance?” No answer came. “I met you just about twenty years ago. We met at that abandoned office building, remember?” he continued, as if he was just talking about meeting an old friend at a restaurant a few years back. A gasp suddenly came from the other end of the line, “you mean…you’re that kid from…from- What do you want?” the man asked in a suspicious, frightful voice. “Oh I’m so glad you remembered me! I didn’t know how I was going to react if you didn’t!” Sho exclaimed, keeping his wow-aren’t-we-good-friends tone of voice. Suddenly his voice transitioned to a lower, deeper, more serious tone, “Well Morita, now that you know who I am, it should be pretty easy to tell what I want, even if it’s that rotten brain of yours that’s processing this information.” Sho glared at the man standing on the other platform, sweating and frantically looking around for help. “Seems like you’re having a pretty good life now, huh,” he continued, not really listening to the babbling replies from the scared man, “wearing a suit like that. A former gangster teenager now a decent businessman…what a nice story. You even have a pretty girlfriend. I wonder if she knows what you did twenty years ago-“
“STOP!” Morita shouted into the phone, causing the people around him to glance towards him in annoyance. He desperately looked around, and saw an elegantly dressed woman standing in platform 2 looking towards him and waving. Hiding his emotions of fear, he forced a smile on his face and waved back to his girlfriend, Miki. His expression suddenly changed back to fear as he noticed a man standing behind his girl, holding a phone to his ear. “Wait-Stop! Miki has nothing to do with this. Don’t harm her!” He whispered into the phone, this time making sure no one around him was bothered by him. “Saw me did you? Pretty handsome don’t you think?” Sho joked in a serious tone, “Morita Go, you’re going to pay for what you did to me”. “Ok, what do you want? Tell me what you want from me. Money? I’ll do anything, but Miki has nothing to do with this!” the target begged, his shoulders shaking slightly, staring straight past his girlfriend into the intense glare of the predator. Sho smiled, “There’s a water bottle in your bag. Just drink that. A sip would be enough.” Morita quickly opened his bag and found an unfamiliar water bottle sitting among his belongings. “You want me to die do you? Is that what you want?” he hissed into the phone, “I can’t do that!”
Sho took a step closer towards the woman standing in front of him, “It’s ok, I’ll just push her off the platform. Kill her just like you killed my people.” A train was coming into platform 2, and the notice was announced through the loudspeakers: “A train is almost arriving at platform 2. Please step back to the yellow line. Thank you.” Morita glanced at his girlfriend, who was now looking at him with a worried expression. “Don’t-fine I’ll do it. Boy, you can’t get away with this.” With that he shut his phone and tucked it away in his inner suit pocket. He grabbed the water bottle with one hand, looked up at his Miki for the last time with a smile, and twisted the cap open.
The train came rushing into the platform, intercepting Sho’s clear view of Morita. After a while a series of screams and shouts came from the platform. Sho slipped away from the scene unnoticed, leaving the woman in front of him as worried as ever about her boyfriend’s strange behaviour. As Sho descended the stairs to the exit of the station, he texted his two teammates: “M2. Done.” Seconds later a reply came from Nino; it was a text with just a restaurant name and its address, indicating that was where Sho was to bring-and pay for-the two that night. Must be expensive, Sho thought to himself as he left the train station.
Aiba woke up, only to find the other side of the bed empty. He quickly threw on his clothes that were scattered on the floor and walked out into the living room. “Sho-chan?” he called out hesitantly; the house seemed extra spacious and silent compared to when the owner of the house was with him. Walking towards the dining table, he noticed a piece of paper.
Masaki,
Sorry, I had to go to work early today.
Eat whatever you want in the kitchen.
Here’s the key to the house…don’t lose it!
Love, Sho
The last two words made him blush in happiness and embarrassment. Carefully putting the key placed next to the note in his pocket, he looked around the room, noticing how plainly decorated the room was. There are no photos or decorations at all, Aiba noted to himself, maybe I’ll bring in some flowers next time. Walking towards the window, he noticed a single, small photo frame on the edge of the windowsill. He picked it up; it was a picture of two young boys, both around five to seven years old. The older one had an arm wrapped around the younger, who had a insect cage with a butterfly on his lap. Both the boys had big smiles on their faces, making peace signs with their small hands. He was such a cute boy, Aiba thought to himself as he looked at the older boy in the photo. The smaller boy…Aiba felt uneasy about the picture for some reason. A scene with two boys running around a field with a net and an insect cage flashed in his mind. The smaller boy was laughing, trying to keep up with his older brother. “Sho-nii! Wait for me!” he shouted, and his brother looked back at him with a slightly teasing face, “you’re so slow! Hurry up, or we won’t have time! Come on, Masaki!” The flashback ran through Aiba’s memories and left as suddenly as it had come.
Sho-nii? Masaki?
A/N: I’M CONTINUING IT!:D I really didn’t think I would be able to think of a plot for this story, but I did!
Again, I’m in my junior year of high school right now (I’ll be a senior in September!) and I have no idea how I’m going to manage my life and fanfiction writing…so don’t expect so many updates! >.< Sorry…life is just so complicated D:
I’ll try my best to keep my stories going though!:)
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Enjoy!