Hiding In Plain Sight

Can You Shut Up About Porn?

Harukawa stood in front of the captives, her fist clutching a knife as Shinguji and Yonaga stood beside her. "Why are you hunting Ultimates when that's the government's job?"

"Civilians get a lot of money for sending in tip-offs. I don't expect criminals like you to understand human hardships," the short-haired captive spat. Shuichi observed through the hole in the wall, waiting for the right moment to activate his power.

"The men that were with you, do you know them?" Every blonde shook their heads. "You don't know anything about the explorers? They aren't part of your group?" Again, the captives replied in the negative. Why's she trying to create an alibi for us? I only asked for us to be captured because those guys might've felt more threatened by seven Ultimate attackers. We don't know how they'd react when intimidated, especially with an Ultimate on their side, so our numbers needed to stay low.

"Alright, now," Harukawa stated, slightly louder than before. That's my cue, I think. Activating his power, Shuichi watched the group through glitter and gold sparkles. "Are any of you Ultimates?"

"No, don't be fucking stupid," the male laughed, shining yellow. What? Hold on, so one of them is an Ultimate, but it's not him, right? Shuichi looked at Rantaro and shrugged, holding up both a thumbs up and thumbs down. Rantaro frowned and turned to the holes they'd shoved the sticks into, holding both of his hands behind them and shining a light through both of them. Returning his gaze into the warehouse, Shuichi saw the shadows of a cross and tick shining on the wall behind the captives. Yonaga looked up and skipped around behind the captives, waving in the direction of the hidden boys. I guess she's telling us they understand? It would've been better if we did this earlier to warn them.

"You, are you an Ultimate?" Harukawa asked the woman with her hair tied up. Going down the line, Shuichi watched them shine green as they denied being an Ultimate until they reached the woman with long hair. 

"No, I'm not," she frowned, glowing red. Shuichi held out a thumbs down, watching the cross light up on the wall. That must be Iruma Miu, she's the last Ultimate we need in our group, but what's the situation here? Standing up, Shuichi watched the sparkles fizzle out as he took a step away, ready to enter the warehouse when his arm was tugged back.

"Wait, I think Harukawa has more questions," Rantaro whispered, pulling his boyfriend back. Shuichi nodded and retook his position, hearing Harukawa continue her interrogation as he reactivated his power.

"Who do you work for?"

"No one, we're on our own," one answered. Shuichi gave Rantaro a thumbs up, the corresponding light shining into the warehouse. 

"Why do you all look the same?"

"We're related, why the fuck else?" Shuichi gave his boyfriend a thumbs down, frowning through the wall. Iruma seems quiet, I wonder if she's normally like this or if she's in more danger than I thought.

"Are any of you being held as a hostage?"

"No, we aren't sick fucks," the three laughed, Iruma awkwardly chuckling beside them. Shuichi gave the signal to Rantaro again, a cross shining into the room.

"You," Harukawa pointed at Iruma, the latter flinching against the thorned vines keeping her group tied together. "You're not speaking much, are you the hostage?"

"No," she mumbled, staring at the group. Poor thing, we'll save you Iruma. Shuichi sighed, standing back and shaking his head. Rantaro nodded and held his hand up to the cross, a dim light flashing out of his palm. 

"Yonaga, do it," Shuichi heard Harukawa order. Glancing back through the hole, Shuichi's eyes widened as Yonaga flicked her hands back and forth at the captives, the floating blades stabbing them repeatedly. Grabbing Rantaro's wrist, Shuichi ran around the corner as he listened to the blood-curdling screams of their victims, the two running into the warehouse as a pool of blood crept towards them.

Iruma stumbled forward as Shinguji retracted the vines into his bloody, bandaged arms. As she took each step, blood pattered to the ground from her clothes soaked in her captors' DNA. A faint static caught Shuichi and Rantaro's attention, sounding from the latter's pants pocket.

"Amami, are you there?" Akamatsu's voice sounded from the walkie-talkie.

"Damn Rantaro, got a side-hoe, huh?" Kokichi chuckled.

"Where the fuck did you come from?" Shuichi jumped, frowning at the purplette.

"My mum."

"Hey Akamatsu, what's wrong?" Rantaro interrupted the conversation, holding down the button to talk.

"What's wrong?! You, Saihara and Ouma are missing, that's what's wrong! Where the hell are you guys?!" Akamatsu shouted, her voice imitating that of a stern mother.

"We'll explain later, don't worry all of us are safe. We should be back in half an hour, max."

"I'm checking in if you're not back by then. We're having a long talk when you guys get back!" 

Rantaro sighed and slipped the walkie-talkie back into his pocket. "I guess I should've contacted her too?"

"Oi you lot, you gonna tell me your name's or what?" Iruma interrupted, staring at the group. Shuichi introduced himself, smiling as everyone else followed suit. "I'm never saying this shit often, so thank you. Those assholes were keeping me around so they could sell me to the cops if they couldn't capture anyone else."

"Gonta confused why all look same," Gokuhara wondered out loud.

"They thought that if they could pretend they're all related to me, Ultimates would accept them all," Iruma explained. "I don't blame them for wanting to look like someone as hot as me! None of them had the body for it though," she rolled her eyes, bending forward slightly. Shuichi stared at the ground before he could see any more of the woman's breasts than he wanted to. "Anyway, you saved my life Harukawa."

"Don't thank me, Saihara's the one who told me when one of you were lying or not. He also came up with this whole plan on the spot. You wouldn't be safe if it weren't for him." Shuichi glanced up with scarlet red cheeks, shaking his head. I didn't do anything, I didn't help at all.

"N-No, everyone helped out. We all contributed to this, we couldn't have done this without each other." 

"Come on babe, give yourself some credit!" Rantaro smiled, wrapping an arm around Shuichi's shoulder in a side hug.

"Babe?" Shinguji asked, the tips of Shuichi's ears turning red from further embarrassment. Kokichi laughed and joined the hug, clinging to his boyfriends as everyone stared at them confused.

"I knew it, I did stumble into a porno!"