"...𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙨..."
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It was around six in the morning when the sound of a phone ringing awoke Baji from his deep sleep.
"Shit!" Baji exclaimed, rolling off the couch. He stood up, spitting a string of curses, and grabbed his phone from the coffee table.
The caller ID read 'Mikey'. Finally.
"Mikey! Finally.
What took you so long to call me?
"I fell asleep."
"You fell asleep?!"
"Yes."
"Well can you tell me what
I'm doing with this girl?"
"Keep her there."
"KEEP HER WHERE?!"
"In your apartment."
"WHY?"
"No one would look for her there."
"So? No one knows
we kidnapped her either."
"True, but now no one will
REALLY know where she is."
"Mikey I don't like this."
"So?"
"What about my job?
Do I drag her with me everywhere?"
"Keeping her safe is your
only job right now."
"So now I'm a babysitter?"
"Yes."
"Mikey I can't stay in
this apartment all day."
"Ple—"
"Hello? Mikey?"
"No, it's Draken now."
"Draken. Talk some sense
into Mikey please."
"No. Whatever Mikey says goes.
Bye!"
"HEY!"
"Fuck, they hung up. I can't believe they're making me play babysitter to this girl," he said aloud to himself.
He threw his phone on the couch and walked to the kitchen, opening his fridge. It was completely bare, except for a couple of drinks.
"Damnit!"
Anger and frustration were consuming him. Why did Mikey make him keep her in his apartment? Why couldn't she go to the safe house or something? These were the kinds of questions that were flooding his mind.
Walking back to the couch to grab his phone, he texted Chifuyu, asking him for help.
CHI
help me
what happened
her...
what did she do?
nothing...she's just...
here
so? you heard mikey's orders
i can't stay cooped up in
my house every day
you've gotta make it work
i don't even have groceries
so go out with her and get some
how do i know she
won't run away?
idk? threaten her
or somethin
can you babysit while i go out?
nope.
why not? you're supposed to
be my best friend
I've got my own
babysitting to do
takemichi?
yep. good luck
whatever
The black-haired man pulled at his hair in frustration. He stomped to his room and swung the door open.
"Wake up," he demanded, pushing the curtains open, allowing the bright light to flood into the room.
"Shit," you groaned, "What time is it?"
"6..." he replied, walking to the bathroom to get ready.
"IN THE MORNING?" you exclaimed, jumping out of the bed.
"Yes. Now get up. We're going somewhere."
"Where?"
"Stop asking questions and go make up my bed or something."
"You can't tell me what to do." You attempted to stand your ground, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Listen, princess," he said, dragging out the word, "I don't have time for this. I'm already upset that you have to stay in my apartment, for the time being, so stop acting like a spoiled fucking brat and do what I tell you, or I won't hesitate to change our little arrangement."
"I-I'm staying here...indefinitely?" You froze in place, taking in the situation. That's not what he said last night.
"God. Are you dense? Let me break it down for you. I work for Tōman and your brother is the head of Moebius. We're rivals. The original plan was to kill you, but my boss said it'd start a war. So now we're just holding you hostage until we can get Moebius to back off. Got it?" The man continued to brush his teeth and get ready.
Kill me? My brother? You had a million thoughts running through your mind. "But I haven't spoken to my brother in years. He probably doesn't even know I'm missing. Or care enough," you retorted, looking out the window. You recalled the many times growing up, how rude your brother was to you. He hated you for being an abomination. He hated the fact that your guys' father had an affair with your mother, a prostitute. He hated that your father abandoned you two and that he was the only one left to raise you. Once you were 18, he left without a trace, dropping any responsibilities that were left to him. As a young woman, you had to learn quickly how to support yourself in a world full of despicable people. This way of growing up only sprouted trust issues and resilience deep in your heart.
"I don't really give two shits about your tragic childhood. I'm just doing my job." He walked away from the bathroom and grabbed some clothes from his drawer. "I'm taking a shower first. Here." He threw a new pair of clothes in your direction. "Put those on after you've done what you need to do and meet me in the living room."
You finished making the bed and waited patiently for him to emerge from the bathroom. As much as you wanted to continue looking around the apartment, mostly to notate any escape routes, you refrained from doing so. Knowing that their original intent was to kill you, you were much more nervous and willing to do whatever they asked you to do. You knew you couldn't rely on your brother to save you.
But what future is there for me now? There's no way they'd let you go. Even if you managed to escape, they'd find you and probably torture you. So what are my options? The only option is to stay here with Baji and comply. You thought about trying to become friends with Baji. Maybe he can give me some more information about the situation. Thinking about a plan was beginning to give you a headache. Wait! I'll just help them catch my brother! I have no reason to save him and he completely hates me. This way, it'll prove to Baji's team that I'm a good asset and should be spared.
"Alright! That's the new plan. Make friends with Baji and help him catch my brother!" you smiled to yourself, slamming your fist in your palm.
"Bathroom's all yours," the man spoke, opening the door to reveal his sculpted body. Once again, he was only wrapped in a towel that hung dangerously low on his waist.
I might end up falling in love with his looks before I become friends with him, you thought.
"Th-thanks," you smiled, walking to the bathroom. "Hey, Baji?"
"Yes?" he asked, turning to face you.
"I-I want to he-help you guys catch m-my brother," you said nervously.
"Here we go with the stuttering again," he mumbled, rolling his eyes. "Why the sudden change of heart? Last night you were scared shitless, twenty minutes ago you attempted to stand your ground and now you want to help us destroy him and Moebius. Is that right?"
"You said you didn't care about my sob story, so I'll spare you the details. I don't care what happens to my brother. I've learned to prioritize my own life before others, and that's what I'm going to do. I want to be of some help to you," you spoke.
"Ahh. I see. So you're being selfish?"
"Yes. And I don't care."
"Well, seems like the princess finally put on her big girl pants," he smirked. "But how do I know you won't double-cross us?"
"I'll bet my life on it. Kill me if you think I'm suspicious in any way. This way you'll know that I'm being truthful. I'm so serious, I don't care about my brother and I just want to help and get back to my old life."
"Alright. For now, I'm keeping this between us. I'm not sure how everyone else would take this. Go get ready, we need to get some groceries," he sighed, running his hands through his hair.
"Okay," you smiled, walking into the bathroom.
Is this legit? He asked himself this question over and over while getting ready. Maybe the extent of the situation finally kicked in and she realized there was no way of getting out. I'm just going to have to put my faith in this and hope she's telling the truth. If she's not, then we'll just have to kill her.
The bathroom door opened, snapping him out of his thoughts. His hostage stood there in his clothes—sweatpants and a baggy shirt. Damn, she looks good in my clothes.
"Um...are you ready to go?" you asked shyly. You were extra nervous, sensing his eyes scanning your body.
Clearing his throat, he replied, "Yep. Let's go. But put these on real quick." He grabbed a pair of sunglasses from his drawer and threw them at you.
"Why would I need these?" you asked, examining the sunglasses.
"In case someone recognizes you," he replied, putting his hair in its usual ponytail. "And put this hoodie on too."
"Sure." You threw the hoodie over your head and put the sunglasses on top of your head for the time being. "Oh, Baji?"
"What?"
"I think you also look good with your hair down," you spoke, looking away from him.
"Yeah? Okay so then I'll leave it down just for you," he winked.
You both walked out of the bedroom and towards the front door. Baji made sure to grab his wallet, phone, and house keys before you left.
Once you two were outside the apartment building, Baji made sure to keep you close to him; he still wasn't completely sure you could be trusted.
"Now Baji if you wanted to hold my hand, all you had to do was ask," you joked.
"Shut up kid," he responded.
"Who're you calling a kid?" you asked.
"You. Now stop talking and let's go. It's just around this corner."
You rounded the corner, walking straight into the grocery store.
"Here's what we need," he said, handing you a list.
"Oh? I didn't take you as a 'grocery list' kind of guy," you chuckled.
"What does that even mean?" he asked, glaring at you.
"Nothing. I'm going to grab a cart," you exclaimed.
He watched as you walked to the array of carts to your right. After you took the first one you saw, you hurriedly made your way back to the man. He walked close to you, occasionally causing you two to bump shoulders a few times.
"Personal space? Do you know what that is?" you asked the man.
"Yes. Do I care? No," he responded, answering his own question. "Get those over there, on the bottom shelf."
"What. Why can't you?"
"Why can't you just be a good girl and get on your knees to get it?" he cooed in your ear.
You gulped. Why did that turn me on, you thought. "Uh...okay."
"Let's hurry this up, I'm starving." He took the cart and started walking up and down the aisles, leaving you to chase after him.
"Oh my goodness!! I haven't seen you since high school," a voice called out your name.
"Who the fu—" Baji asked turning around. He didn't know who was speaking in their direction.
"Oh my gosh! Sakura? It's been forever," you said running to give your friend a hug.
"How have you been? Oh...is this your boyfriend?" she whispered to you.
"I've been alright. And no he isn't we're just—"
"Yes, I'm her boyfriend," Baji said, snaking his arm around your waist to avoid suspicion. "And who are you?"
"Oh," Sakura giggled. "I'm Sakura. We went to high school together. I live near here with my boyfriend. If you two aren't busy then you should come by my apartment for dinner sometime. I would love to catch up!"
"I would love—"
"No, we're really busy. Bye Saruka," Baji waved, grabbing your wrist and heading down the aisle.
"It's Sakura," she frowned, watching the pair walk away.
"Baji! Did you have to be so rude? That was my friend," you sighed.
"I don't care. Let's finish up here," he replied, running a hand through his long hair.
"Hmph. Asshole," you responded, crossing your arms and trailing behind him.
"Say that again?" he asked, stopping both of you in your tracks.
"Um..."
"No. I didn't hear you quite well. Repeat yourself." He bent down with his hands in his pocket and leaned close to your face. Your sunglasses were sliding down the bridge of your nose, revealing your nervous eyes to him. Your faces were inches apart. You bit your lower lip to try to contain your nerves.
"Oi! I didn't get a chance to give you my phone number. In case you change your mind!" Sakura called out from the other end of the aisle.
"Tch," Baji let out, standing up straight and rolling his eyes.
Thank goodness. "Ah, Sakura! Thank you so much," you responded, grabbing the folded piece of paper and putting it in the pocket of your hoodie.
"No problem. Just give me a call and I'll set something up," she smiled, leaving the two once more.
"Let's go. We've got all we need," Baji informed you.
"Oh. Okay."
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*a/n tysm to everyone that's been reading, even if it's only a couple of people :)
next update: monday <3