Non Ducor, Duco 〈 Mikayuu 〉

❌30- Hack the Past❌

"I'm a hacker, Mika. The jobs you see me on, they're not what the society wants me to do." Yuu told me this the night after the meeting over the phone.

"So what do we do?" I asked, chewing on my thumb anxiously. Pension had left a message on our phones when we entered our homes, nothing near what Hyacinth does. It had taken us to a black screen, coding being typed onto it. The coding translated to our respective messages by the end of it.

'Your Omission of the situations around you astound me. They are watching,' was mine. Yuu had no idea what it meant and neither did I, instead focusing on his.

'The Prometheus Society wanted you for your skills. For what you may have inherited. Although I respect your decision to remain humble and stick to the basics, they won't tolerate that for much longer. "But Pension," you say, "I thought you didn't care about my fate?" Well, simple answer; I do. Very much. Take care and keep your boyfriend away from danger as he has done for you.'

"We hack. I know you can do it. I've seen Cynthia. She's no amateur work," he murmured.

"Damn straight I'm not," the program whispered from her little stereo on my bedside.

"They would expect something major from us, Yuu. I'm not a master."

"We can start in three days."

"That's specific. Why?" I asked.

"Information must be gathered, duh," he sighed. "Come over here, though. I'm lonely."

"You always are," I commented although I was already standing and heading to my bedroom door. "But you do have friends."

"They want to see you too. Yoichi especially, but he's working with Kimizuki right now," he explained in a hushed voice.

"So late at night?"

"Mhm. It's kinda like you and me vanishing in the dead of night, except they lock themselves in their apartment and yell at me for making any sort of noise," he whispered.

"What if your bed creaks?" I inquired curiously, gesturing for Cynthia to turn off the lights behind me. Going in my pajamas wasn't exactly ideal, but it was almost midnight, we had done a day job, and I missed my Ghost.

"I get cursed into the innermost circle of hell, duh," he said as if it were obvious.

"That's harsh."

"Agreed."

When I knocked on his door thirty minutes later, he took a long while to process the situation.

"I didn't think you'd actually come," he whispered to himself. He wasn't wearing his glasses, a sight I wasn't quite used to yet. I had grown so accustomed to some part of his vision being imparted by that point. But his emerald eyes wide with shock recognized me. Even if with only one eye.

"Don't underestimate me, Yuu," I snapped at him. Quietly, though. In his cramped complex, the two he feared most at night were only a door over.

"I didn't. I just didn't think you would actually... listen to me. You have a tendency of not doing that," he explained whilst rambling. He continued like that, trying to not offend me. I, however, was focused with my own task. Shutting him up.

Oh, Cynthia is going to love this, I glumly thought to myself as my only idea shone on me like the word of God.

"And it's not that I don't think you're too stubborn or anything, it's just common knowledge-" I cut Yuu off by placing my index finger against his lips. I met his gaze with a cocked brow, watching the way he studied everything down to my body language in a mere second. Yuu was unable to do such after that, for my lips were upon his. The response was immediate, his nervous demeanor melting away as he returned my favor.

"I know I'm stubborn. You know it, too," I sighed against his lips.

"It's a quality of yours. Still not sure if I like it or not," Yuu's sweet voice mused.

"You will. Eventually."

"When did Mikaela get here?" Mitsuba's quiet voice woke me up, although I neither stirred nor opened my eyes. I was laying on my stomach, the cold air of the room striking my bare neck. Yuu was gone from my side, I knew without moving a muscle.

"Last night. Why're you here?" His voice asked casually, as if the situation wasn't suspicious in the slightest. From the sound of it, he was sitting on his cramped desk in his bedroom's corner, working on a music track.

"Wanted to know how the two of you were doing. Since, apparently, your celebrity of a boyfriend doesn't take care of himself in the slightest."

"Fine. For both of us, I think. He talks in his sleep, though." Yuu's murmur almost went over my head, had I not been awake by that point.

"About what?" Mitsuba asked. Too nosy.

"I don't think he'd like me telling."

Good. He knows what is right and what is wrong, in the very least.

"Oh. Right. Forgot that he was so secretive to almost everyone for a moment there. Well, I'll leave. I left you some food on your kitchen counter from whatever Shinoa didn't eat like she was on her way to Death Row."

"Thanks. I'll try it later," Yuu said, shooing her off. I heard the door close, and him stand up from his desk.
"I know you're awake, you devil."

I lifted my head up with a grin, resting my chin on my folded arms.
"Did I fool you?"

"Almost," he sighed. "But I saw you get frustrated with my words." I felt Yuu's warm hand graze my bare back, his fingers tracing over a scar that took up a large portion of my back.

"What was I talking about?" I asked quietly, meeting his gaze in the corner of my eye. He pressed his lips together into a tight line, eyes narrowing as if convincing himself to tell me.

"Your mom. Kept asking for her to forgive you," he whispered, sending a shiver down my spine from his ghostly touch.

"Sorry. That's a look into my closed off mind you probably shouldn't have seen."

"You don't need to apologize," Yuu said quietly. "I want to know why you said that, though. Not now. Just... whenever you get the chance."

I didn't respond.