Inazuma Eleven one shots and AU's

Matatagi x Ibuki~

I don't really remember who requested this (a fair few people though..) I think it was @_Simply_A_Fangirl_ also bear in mind I haven't actually watched Go... So yeah...

Ah, mature themes I guess -3- (violence, gore etc)

He took a sharp intake of breath.
The air around him was stale and musky, a metallic smell occasionally enveloping his senses, urging the male to gag repeatedly.
Only then did he realise the situation he was in- a panging numbness spreading quickly through his side and stomach, replaced soon the the trickling sensation of thick liquid.

Although blindfolded, bound and severely disoriented, the pain alone was a dead giveaway to the male. He had been stabbed at some point or another.

However, judging by the fact he had regained consciousness, and that the trickle of blood was merely that, the wound may not be fatal- he thought. A more pressing discovery however, sent the mans thoughts into overdrive.
Runny liquid seeped down through his dark hair and down his forehead, before slowly staining the cloth around his eyes- it was relatively warm and did not possess and gloopy quality as far as the male could tell.

So this injury must have been fairly recent.
He cursed under his breath before trying desperately to free himself from his bonds, ignoring the pain as his wrists and ankles burned with every abrasion.

His training had taught him to stay calm in these sorts of circumstances. Take in the situation, and then decide on a plan of action, and to definitely under no circumstances draw attention to ones self.
But Matatagi was still an amateur and lacked the skill, knowledge and wisdom needed in the situation.

In his frenzied state, he did not hear the footsteps approaching his prison, nor did he register the heavy klunk of metal being swung open just meters from his bedraggled form.

A figure tsked, walking over to the male before roughly pulling off the blind fold. Matatagi shrunk back into his chair, eyes turned away from his captor for a split second, and the blinding light he was bathed in.

The man did not say a word, only exchanging varying glances towards another figure leaning on the door frame.
The brunette therefore took the opportunity to fully engage in his surroundings- there was less blood than he had previously presumed, although still a rather worrying amount on the floor and walls- he could not be certain of it was his or someone else's, and frankly he did not want to find out.
A lone, grimy lamp hung in the centre of the room, with the occasional zap of a fly falling to the floor.

The man at the door came forward after a while, whispering something into the other captors ear. Matatagi's blood ran cold.

"Hey Hayato, you're looking well." The White haired male said in a sarcastic tone, leaning over the other with a devilish smirk.

The brunette pulled at his restraints desperately, trying to somehow comprehend how his partner had betrayed him.
The taller male let out an exasperated sigh, "You seem confused." He said turning to the figure beside him with a smirk, "maybe he needs something to jog his memory."

The mans fist connected with the brunette's stomach with a soft thud causing said male double over in pain, before being pressed backwards into his chair by the taller males strong grip.

"Ibuki... Why are you doing this.." He choked out between coughs and bouts of nausea.
Their eyes connected for a second and it seemed like the white haired ones expression softened, if only for a split second.

Ibuki lifted the others chin up roughly, taking in the pitiful appearance.
"Why?" He started, inching his face closer to the other so their noses were almost touching.
"Because the agency simply wasn't paying me what I deserved. I do a dangerous job, have to do a number of vile acts and all for what? So they can sit around on their asses saving their own skin? No. I've had enough of being someone else's personal punching bag." Ibuki said putting a hand on his hip before turning his attention back towards the grimacing male in front of him.

"And although I do the same things here, at least I'm paid better and have no remorse for those I've killed."

"How can you say that!" Matatagi protested. He simply could not understand how his friend, and dare he say lover, could feel no remorse at all- God knows Matatagi still had the nightmares of botched jobs and screaming voices.

"And besides, what does any of this have to do with me?" The brunette asked frustratedly.

His lover simply kneeled down in front of him, his head resting gently on one hand- "Because you were my target Baby" The last word being laced in so much hatred and despair, that it made the brunette's heart race in his chest.

Ibuki slowly got up, enveloping his lover in a hug before cupping the sides of his cheeks tenderly.
Matatagi could not resist looking into those beautifully mesmerising pools that had enticed him for so long, as he tried to move away from the others touch.
Ibuki smirked, bringing his face towards the other and capturing his cracked lips in a kiss.

He expected the other to pull away in disgust, but instead only felt the empty coldness of a heart out of love and out of time. The White haired male pulled away, a light smirk dusting his features before it disappeared upon noticing the brunette's dead expression, as if all life had been sucked out of him.

A single tear threatened to spill down Matatagi's face- but it did not fall. He couldn't feel anything, would not register anything, would not say anything. The prospect of breathing was becoming alien to him, and he had to remind himself of this necessity.

Ibuki ran a hand through his locks, muttering to his co-worker before walking back over to the cell door. He gave one final glance to his once upon a time lover, and closed the door, leaving the male alone to his thoughts in the dark room.

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... Yeah... Okay.. Bye bye now..