Silver Infinity ((Kamukura X Komaeda))

Chapter Fourteen: Merchant to Murder

 The wind carried the strong scent of fresh goods and dissatisfactory city scents.
Nagito wrinkled his nose and took a long look around their next destination. Although he'd never been to Spain, he couldn't help the familiar feeling of common city streets.
Every resident draped in discolored rags, while soldiers marched in blue, long muskets rose high in their hold like they were announcing themselves. The sun shone high above, twinkling warmth across the land.

Komaeda carefully pulled his hood up more, trying to hide his face as best as possible.
"They're not going to notice us, right?" He took a glance to Kamukura, who appeared plenty focused on the soldiers already.
"Unlikely, we just need to keep our nose down and find Fuyuhiko." The Captain looked back to Ryoko and Shuichi, wearing the same tattered disguises. "Ask around the shops, and don't steal anything while you're at it. We'll search the streets, meet back at the shopping district in an hour."

"Yes sir," Shuichi gave a nudge to the redhead, who had been watching Komaeda closely and unobtrusively. She followed the boy to the shop buildings, the girl watching him a moment more before tearing her gaze away.
What was up with her?
"Hey, Izuru..." He looked back to the dark man, "What's troubling Ryoko? She seems..."

"Don't worry about it," He fixed his hood, only allowing a few black locks to tumble down his shoulders. It appeared he was being extra careful with the blistering sunshine. "It's likely she heard yesterday."
"What-!"
A soldier suddenly turned to the men, urging Nagito to lower his voice.
"She- She heard?"
"Of course," The Captain rolled his shoulders. "Although I'm surprised you're only noticing now."
Since that... First time, they'd been doing such things nearly every day, leaving Komaeda too exhausted to mingle with the crew. He had to come on land today, but he still felt the effects on his body, and what it felt like to be on the bottom.
He'd never noticed the looks, and nobody said a word about it, how could he have known it wasn't soundproof?

"It doesn't bother you?" Komaeda couldn't erase the blush thick across his face.
"No, of course not." He couldn't be sure, but Komaeda thought he saw Izuru crack the smallest of smiles. "I am pleased the others are aware I captured a lover. Does it perhaps embarrass you?"

"Of course," He turned his gaze away. "I mean- I like doing those things with you but announcing it to the entire ship is a bit... It's too much."
A second passed before a hand was placed upon Nagito's head.
"Don't worry about it, you cannot change it now, so there's no point in being upset. Let's find Fuyuhiko."
"Right," A perfect thing to take his mind off the embarrassment of what he just learned. "Where should we go first?"
"The streets," The dark man took the lead down one of the brick-paved roads.
People seemed vibrant and full of life, yet almost like they were hesitating.

Komaeda would too if his every moment was being watched by the army. Speaking of, why were the army watching so closely?
The deeper the men curved down the streets, the fewer people they found themselves encountering. Once Komaeda felt they were out of guard's sight, he exhaled a breath he didn't realize he was holding and offered a look to the dark Captain.
"Why is the army walking the streets like that? Surely just regular guards should be enough?"

"They're worried," Kamukura explained without so much as making eye contact. "Spain is a hotspot for pirates to sail through, robbing and murdering."
He could only hope their ship didn't get discovered at the trading docks. It could pass... If nobody stared long enough.
"Have you ever done as much?" He asked without thinking.
"Of course," Adjusting his hood, the pirate rolled his shoulders. "You forget who you speak to. If you wish to survive as a pirate, you cannot hesitate, or show reluctance to carve your name. I kill who I must."
Of course, Nagito had nearly let it slip his mind. They were lovers now, but that didn't make Izuru any less dangerous of a man. He saved innocents that could have a chance at a better life, but didn't care about killing anyone else.