Living With Lies || Gojo Satoru

Chapter 6

Kimuni Fugou.

Fumio repeated the name in his head once again. He had received the targets bio, age, hight other useless crap that won't matter once he's dead. What really matters is that the target needs to be taken care of today. He can't and will not mess up like he did in the Desert.

Sure Fumio knows that the bazooka was a slight overkill, but it would have worked if his arrival was a little stealthy, that pitifully obvious agent whoever he was was probably suffered some damage but was very likely still alive, and that wasn't good enough. Fumio needs to take care of this assignment today.

Satoru will be back from his business trip by tomorrow and Fumio doesn't think he can lie about overtime anymore, nor can he show up with wounds that his husband will one hundred percent ask and pester him about.

Fumio also in a way needs this burden to be finished and done with, so he could have a clear mind when around Satoru. He'd rather think of what he's soon going to be doing to his husband when he comes home rather then how he fucked up a simple extract and kill mission.

It was past dusk, night had settled, he was head to toe covered in black, and was currently standing outside the balcony, that thankfully had sliding doors that weren't locked.

This mister Kimuni had gotten himself a room at the Shibuya cross tower and to Fumio's ultimate annoyance it was on the 31st floor where Mr. Kimuni meets several of his mistresses, if only his wife knew, maybe Fumio wouldn't have to get his hands dirty his wife would do that for him.

Damn. Women can be scary.

Fumio was waiting for the right moment to burst in the moment miss fake moaning lady person left, it was any second now.

Fumio tilted his head and caught light reflecting off of something. His head snapped to his bottom right were a tall man also dressed in all black similar to him, Waved at him while holding a shot gun.

Shit.

Fumio moved his head to the side just in time for a silent bullet to be embedded into the wall where his head was a second ago. Fumio cursed and leaped across the next balcony, climbing up the small dent pattern on the walls leading toward the roof. He missed his target but at the moment he's more concerned about the hike up to the roof one wrong slip and Fumio's gonna be taking a swan dive 32 stories and splatting into the concrete below.

He could hear the sound of air cutting as silent bullets being embedded in to the wall next to him.

His attacker was coming after him. The moment he's on the roof he's tackled into the floor by the guy who appears to be taller then him but clearly lighter. Fumio used his wight to push him back delivering punches. Guns temporarily abandoned.

The guy groans, ducking under the incoming fist and retaliating with an elbow to the front of Fumio's neck.

This fucker

Fumio twist and yanks the guy up by the collar of his dark shirt, throwing him hard against the concrete floor that was littered with small rocks that probably gave the guy cuts on his skin. The dudes disgusting piss yellow hair was coved by a little blood.

Fumio takes out his knife from his back pocket and makes a stab for the guys head but pissy blonde blocks it with his own knife. Blondie quickly takes the opportunity to slam his foot hard in Fumio's gut, the impact leaving him gasping for air.

The blondie races towards the edge of the roof where his gun had scattered, Fumio on his tail. The guy almost has the rifle in his grasp when Fumio tackles him to the floor, sending them rolling over rocks and debris. Hands scrambling for purchase, aggressively trying to land any hit on each other.

It's a vicious and bloody fight that stretches for a long time, neither of the two giving up. They have turned into a little more than animals attempting to fight for their survival.
They in sinc land punches on each other's faces pulling the masks away and diving for their gun.

Whipping around to shoot.

There were no gun shot noises, or any noise for that matter.

The silence between them stretches uncomfortably long as Fumio stares at the oh so painfully fimilier wide eyes.

His husbands beautiful yet slightly busted face is staring right back at him. Satoru eyes are wide and his mouth is slightly open so is his probably. His husband is standing in front of him the same person he fought to kill mere seconds ago. The same person he wanted to go to after completing this and all other missions. The one person he swore to protect with his life even if it meant living with the burden of Betrayal and guilt.

Fumio couldn't think straight he has half a mind to pull the trigger on himself. He's standing too close to the edge, good. Fumio dropped his gun and jumped of the edge of the building. He heard Satoru's Shouts the shocked face of Satoru burned into his brain. Fumio fired his gaplehook and swung himself into the nearest window breaking in and making a run for it.

No way in hell is he letting Gojo Satoru go without an explanation. One thing he's sure of is that he'd kill himself first then do more harm to Satoru then he already did.