Stop Using Me {suna x uke male}

Book 1- Chp: 1

(M/N) blasted music through his earbuds, drowning out the world around him. He picked up his gun and looked at his target, well, practice target. Couldn't hurt to practice more for aim, right? Not that he really needed it.

He loaded his gun and took the safety off, humming to the song that was playing, he lifted the gun up to chest level. He waited till the beat dropped before repeatedly firing the gun, going along with the beat, not missing a single target. Where he aimed, he hit.

He pulled the trigger once more, but no bullets came out. He raised an eyebrow before cocking it and taking out the empty shells that hasn't fallen to the ground just yet. He looked around and realized he used up all the practice bullets.

"Damn it... I was just getting started too." He mumbled.

He reached in his back pocket, taking out a knife for throwing practice. He touched it with the tip of his finger, "Guess I need to sharpen this knife soon." He lifted his arm up, ready to hit the dummy with his semi-sharp knife.

The next song played, and he was ready to throw his knife at the next beat drop, because that was his habit. His ears twitched, a motion that someone had walked into the room. He ignored it, knowing full well whoever they were, they shouldn't interrupt him.

His armed pulled back, then forward ready to be released, but a tap interrupted his concentration. On instinct, he immediately turned around and pinned the person who bothered him to the wall, the knife up against their neck.

(M/N) relaxed when he saw who it was, "Jeez Jay, stop sneaking up on me." He put the knife down. "Not that you really could."

Jay ruffled (M/N)'s fluffy, wave-ish (H/C) hair. "Well I wouldn't have to sneak up on you if you stop blasting your music. Besides the boss wants to see you."

(M/N) nodded his head and walked away, "Pick up my shit bro." He gave a behind wave.

(M/N) could feel the glare Jay was giving.

"Damn idiot can't pick up after himself... no wonder why the boss likes him." Jay mumbled, picking up the fallen shells and the gun (M/N) left on the table. "Why the hell am I listening to him?"

(M/N) walked the quiet mansion, his hand running across the un-painted walls. He stopped in front of the big metal office doors that the boss is behind, he knocked three times.

"Come in, (M/N)." A muffled voice said.

(M/N) pushed the doors open, a stoic expression on his face, the much taller man stood up and lightly smiled. But it wasn't a nice smile, no it was sinister. He walked to (M/N), putting his giant hand on top of the shorter male's shoulder, making (M/N) bite back a wince from the impact.

"I have a mission for you, and only you can do it. If you don't fail, this whole thing could be yours." He began walking out the door, leading the younger one out. Talking about how he could be the new boss in a few short months.

"What's the mission old man?" (M/N) interrupted.

A chuckle left the man's mouth, he handed him a file. (M/N) was flipping through the pages as they were walking down the halls. Had pictures of everyone, including their names.

"We need you to infiltrate the Inarizaki Mansion and grab intel on them. I think it fits best if you do it because you don't care for anyone. So this shouldn't be a problem."

(M/N) closed the file and nodded, "You picked the right person for the job."

"I know I did, don't let me down. Besides, you hate everyone no matter what, so it will be easy for you to take them down from the inside. Don't forget to report back."

"Wouldn't dream of it." (M/N) got out of his hold and left, packing his belongings, ready to become 'apart' of Inarizaki.

As he was saying his goodbyes and receiving "good lucks" and "don't die" he was ready. He rolled his eyes at those, he didn't need their comments.

"Oh one more thing..."

(M/N) turned to his boss to listen. He hopped into the car, thinking about the words that left the bosses mouth. A sigh left his mouth before he parked further away from the mansion, ready to sneak in.

He got out and hid, coming up with a strategy to get in. But each outcome in his head proved to fail in the long run. He sighed, running a few fingers in his loose hair. He felt people sneaking up on him, but decided he would let them capture him. This was going to be his way in.

(M/N) felt light, he was being carried somewhere. He didn't move a muscle, he knew he was still knocked out, or at least he thought he was. (M/N) still came up with a plan, while still unconscious. He was always working, always doing his best. He never stopped.

He could feel them moving, he felt their slow walks, their quiet footsteps, his body twitching every now and then. Even when he couldn't see, he saw everything. He could move his fingers, but his brain wouldn't allow him to open his eyes. Was he drugged? How was he drugged? Had they done it after he was knocked unconscious. He had no clue.

Finally their footsteps stopped. He finally pried his eyes open, finding a bit of struggle for such a simple task, but he could still see black.

That was until a bag was thrown off his head, his eyes adjusted to the light. Before they knocked, he didn't look yet, his neck felt stiff.

What did they do to him? He felt movement make its way back to (M/N). If he wasn't on a mission he would've already started killing them as soon as he got an ounce of control over his body.

"Come in." A monotone voice said, cutting the tension between his brain and his mission.