got the wrong number, HA!!

Chapter 3

"H-HELP-EGHK!!"

Takemichi swung the fire extinguisher across his target's head as strong as he could, sending him a few feet away. "So fucking noisy...just die quietly, will you?"

Sanzu finished cleaning up the business downstairs and took the elevator up, pressing the button for the eighth floor. He was welcomed by the sight of his partner bashing with a carbon dioxide appliance onto a random witness, splattering blood all over his surroundings.

"Hey crybaby, hurry up! Look, you even made a bigger mess than I did, slowpoke." Sanzu scolded, stomping on a dead body. "Hah!? I don't wanna hear from the person that laughs so damn loud when he's killing traitors that even I could hear it from my room!" Takemichi narrowed his eyes, scowling.

They both shared the same pissed-off expression for each other before sirens blared.

"Shit-" "C'mon, dumbass!"

Sanzu snatched Takemichi's wrist and dragged him out of there, ditching the stairs and running up the stairs to the roof.

There, a helicopter with Rindou as its flyer was napping. "FUCKING JELLYFISH, OPEN THE DOOR!!" Sanzu banged on the door, still holding Takemichi's hand. "HOLY-JESUS, I KNOW! THERE!" Rindou flipped Sanzu off while unlocking the door.

Sanzu called shotgun while Takemichi lounged at the back seat.

He laid on his back and took out his phone from boredom. Too tired to open his mouth or even tap Sanzu's shoulder, he texted him... But he forgot that he was still pretending to be anonymous and sent:

*I'm bored.*

Sanzu took out his phone and paled, taking a glance at the sky.

If you're wondering why Sanzu hasn't saved Takemichi's number or asked about it, it's because he's usually assigned as the blonde's partner in crime and barges into his room either bug him, tell him Mikey has sent him, or borrow something with a bit of force and claim to never give it back so Mikey has to intervene and force Sanzu to give it back.

So yeah, he...never really needed to ask Takemichi for his number and there's a group chat they use a lot and Sanzu only saved Mikey's number.

Anyways, Sanzu's interpretation of the message: *I'm bored, so let's play a game involving your demise to fuel my blood-thirsty boredom just like those horror movies! <3*

*COME AT ME ASSHOLE! COME AT ME WITH YOUR INTERESTING IDEAS FOR FUN!!* Sanzu giggled psychotically, gaining a "what-the-fuck-is-this-bitch-on-now" look from Rindou.

Takemichi stared confused at the message, not understanding why Sanzu was acting like the Joker from Batman.

*?*

*I see...I must guess your location or else you'll carve a question mark in my body with a knife! A QUESTION MARK MUST BE YOUR ORGANIZATION LOGO, HAHA!!*

Immediately, Sanzu went searching for any companies or gangs with a question mark in their logo. Meanwhile, Takemichi was sad that Sanzu was ignoring his recent text, which was: *So what's your favorite color?*

Poor dude was too busy popping open tabs relating to his theory.

Notes:

sad takemichi didn't get his answer so he still doesn't know Sanzu's favorite color :(