🍭 •Daddy's Sugar• 🍭

Five

(A/n: Back at it again with another chap 🤗. Now we all know Kenjaku is Orochimaru's disciple lol , so I picked this version of him instead of Geto. Enjoy!)

"I feel like this isn't going to work."

"Try that other guy at the west elevator. He looks easy." You look to the other side of the room, spotting a fit, cyan-haired boy with two buns and half his hair down. What an odd color.

"He seems like trouble. Can't you see the barrier he's created with his presence to keep people away? That guy is just waiting for a fight." You shake your head.

"The other man it is."

Rubbing your temples with both hands, "Toji, I can see this ending badly."

"Depends on you. Don't forget to keep an eye on your phone. Now, relax and go." He pushes you into the crowd and you grumble, stumbling over in that direction. You push through the heatwave and let out a sigh, leaning against the wall near the said elevator.

His deep-set, beaded eyes met yours for a moment before he resumes his attention on the crowd. A stubby man with two beautiful, young girls walks up to him and he easily allows them to pass through the metal doors. There is also someone inside that he briefly speaks to, directing them to allow entry to floor 28.

You're not afraid of heights or anything but being that far up in a glass building doesn't sit well with you. Isn't that dangerous? How are you supposed to escape in case of an emergency?

Toji is going to cause the emergency! How tall is this building in the first place?

Suddenly I don't want to do this anymore.

You frustratedly reach in your clutch for your smokes, sighing lightly as you place one to your lips. Just when you sparked the lighter a heavy, nasal voice interrupts you.

"Are you alright, ma'am?" You look his way, cigarette hanging from your lips. "Something seems to ail you, so I'm asking." He's still looking straight ahead, even though he's talking to you.

"What gives you that impression?" You inhale, the flame wavering at the end of the stick.

"You don't seem at ease in this environment, given your etched brows and downturned lips. I would say that you don't frequent places like this at all."

Laughing lightly, "I don't fit in with the bimbos around here?", you salaciously narrow your eyes.

"Not at all." He cracks a faint smile. "You aren't a junky like everyone else. You don't have premature wrinkles, your teeth are in decent shape, your nails trimmed, and your clothes.... not the best... but you're wearing some."

"You're astoundingly observant. What do you think my job is?" You go on to question, drawing him into the web he spun. Who knew it would be that easy?

He hums in thought for a second before speaking. "I'd say something simple. A job where you often work with elderly customers. A nurse."

"Ah ha. That's far from simple. I couldn't possibly take on such a job. I'm not a fan of holding people's lives in my hand."

"I get what you mean. When it's a life or death sentence, the weight of the load can be burdensome. But what is your job?" He finally cranks his neck your way, visibly appearing relaxed yet guarded.

"I think it's my turn to ask you a question." A slight smile tugs at your lips. "What's your name?"

Looking forward, "How about another question?"

"Okay. Why are you here? You do know what type of place this is — right?"

"I'm well aware. Why do you ask?" He glances at you.