Toxic || SakuAtsu

14.

i- it's just- *chef's kiss*

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"Atsumu! Oi, Atsumu!"

No answer, as if there was no one - Sakusa continued down the deserted corridors.

The enemy simply wouldn't leave too many spaces unguarded...

But it was - too many corridors, everywhere the curly-haired male passed by was empty, there was no guard on post, no one walked around.

It was too suspicious.

Right now, Sakusa was at what he thought was basement two - two levels below the ground.

The walls were wet and culture-filled; the dampness oozing a smell that occasionally made the dark-hair male scrunch his nose up. The walls were a nightmarish colour of grey and murky green, combined with the rusted iron walls, it was a walk through hell.

And yet, he pushed forward, hoping beyond hope that every room he peeped in would present to him the sight of a familiar bleach-blond cowlick.

Atsumu, where are you?

He reached a familiar junction and sighed, slightly feeling his weight tilt to one side; he felt a profuse pounding in his head and he touched it beneath his curls, cursing when the pressure brought pain.

His palm alarmingly came back like a glove of dark red, sticky and unpleasant in his hand. He reeled back as a sudden wave of nausea took over his system.

Scarlet kissed the edges of his vision and everything looked hazy.

No, not now.

He dug his nails into his palm and pushed against the pain, hoisting himself up and leaning heavily against the wall, despite the effect of drag on him, he blinked blindly against the overgrowing spots and trudged slowly along the rails, every step feeling overwhelmingly futile.

"...At- sumu..." His voice was suddenly a pathetic whisper, compared to the way he was yelling the blonde's name a couple minutes ago. I need to rest, I can't go on like this-

No.

No, rest after you've found him.

But he knew with his current situation it was impossible - he was losing blood faster by the second and he had no idea where he was - level one? Or was he above ground? He didn't know and that provoked broken breathes from him.

Suddenly the faces of Daichi and Koushi resurfaced in his mind's eye, the two agents back in their underground abode, they were looking at each other and holding hands. On their faces etched a sly secret that evidently bloomed an inward happiness in them.

It boiled within Sakusa, a feeling that was equally unpleasant to the physical throbbing in his head.

He slowly stood up, not caring about his injury as he limped forward.

Atsumu, I will find you, I will find you-

An echo of a small sound bounced within the corridor, a little rattle. Saksua stilled, including his breathing and perked his ears.

The rattle came again, the slight clink of chains. It was deep into the dim-lit corridor, but it was enough for him - the curly-haired male glued his bleary eyes to the end of the hallway as he staggered to his destination.

It wasn't easy, he had probably lost too many pounds of blood by now and the only thing keeping him moving was the burning emotion of jealousy mixed with a sliver of hope evoked by the faint sound of chains rattling.