Juuzou X Uta FANFICTION

That Little CCG Agent

((This will be in Uta's perspective.))

Chapter 1

Uta groaned as he sat up in bed he held his forehead and looked around. He was in his room, his apartment bedroom above his mask store. "Shite..." He grumbled and stood, his back popped and he winced a little, he wore nothing but boxers and a small necklace that dangled to the middle of his torso. His long hair was a mess, he grabbed a hair tie and put his hair up after running his finger through it. He grabbed a pair of black skinny jeans and a white shirt. Sliding them on his phone began to ring. "Shoot..." He leaned over to grab his phone which was just out of reach. "Come on....!" He finally grabbed it but fell to the floor clumsily. "Ow...son of a.." Uta answered the phone and groaned. "Hello?" He stood and listened to the caller. "Ah......CCG will be making rounds?.....near here?.....alright alright I'll stay low." He hung up and set his phone on the desk next to him, he finished getting dressed and made his way down the stairs to his shop. He flipped the light switches and the shop seemed to come alive with the light, the masks all light up nicely. He grabbed a notebook from the front desk and looked and it. "No costumers scheduled for today..I'll go get coffee.." Uta grabbed a pair of sunglasses from a cabinet and he grabbed his black leather jacket, he grabbed his store keys and stepped outside squinting his eyes due to the sunlight. He locked up the door and began to walk down the sidewalk, it was easy to sat Uta was more on the attractive side of the scale, sharp jawline, long black hair, thin yet muscular body. Women would often glance at his attire and whisper to the person next to them. He would always give a slight chuckled and smile at said people who tend to look at him. His clothing was mostly black. His jeans, jacket, belt even. It was black. His ratios across his body where black. Hardly any color to him. Uta made a right turn and into and coffee shop, he came there often so the barista nodded at him snd whipped uo his usual as Uta sat down. He sat at a two seater table next to the window the sun warming up his body. The barista set his coffee down and he smiled. "Thank you Shannon." He nodded sipping his coffee. "No problem Uta." She smiled back and walked to the counter. Uta leaned back holding his coffee crossing his ankles. He stared out the window watching people of all ages walk by. Finally a man in a black suit walked by holding a silver briefcase. This caught his eye, he leaned up and got a close look, soon at least twelve people all in suits walked by, through the glass you could faintly hear what they men where saying. "Where is he? He needed to be here!" One of the men looked around. "There's the brat. Get over here boy!" Uta strained his neck to get a look at this said boy, what came into view made Uta nearly choke on his coffee, a skinny teenager of maybe about eighteen skipped along the sidewalk towards the men in suits. He wore a large white shirt with multicolored buttons and red suspends with little yellow dots across the fabric. Uta raised an eyebrow and looked at the teens face. His eyes where a wild crimson red, his longish white hair bounced as he skipped, five bobby pins held up his bangs in Roman numerals the number thirteen, up his arm was bright red stitching, amazingky well done. Uta glaned at the boys throat and face where more stitching was found. Uta was fascinated by the teenager, he watched the boy walk up to the adults with a slight frown. "Alright alright I'm here. I don't even see why I needed to come along." Juuzou complained, and crossed his arms. "You needed to come along because today is Haru's last day. (Person I made up.) "So! I don't really need to be here." Uta watched the boy sigh and look towards the window looking at him, they seemed to lock eyes and Uta felt his stomach turn. Juuzou seemed to wave at him and then moved on following the herd of CCG agents. Uta sat there with no words, he set his coffee down gently, laying a ten dollar bill on the table he got up and decided to follow the agents down the street to a rather large and very well known bar.

He caught up to the agents and held the door open, lucky for him his face wasn't known to the CCG so he was ok, they all said thanks and finally the small teenager passed by him nodding. His scent overwhelmed Uta's nose, it was a delicate scent, of candy and a little bit of maybe a rose. Uta replied with a simple "Welcome." And followed the teen inside, Uta sat next to the bar ordering a whiskey, he looked around at the going away party, people where drinking heavily and laughing, his eyes landed on the teen. Uta thought to himself, "What is your name...? Why do you work for the CCG at such a young age." Uta decided to make his way over and strike up a conversation with the seemingly bored boy. When Uta walked over to the short table he stood and smiling at the teen he asked, "May I sit?" Juuzou looked at him briefly and nodded. "I'm Uta." He reached out a hand to shake the teens. Juuzou shook Uta's back and replied "Juuzou." His voice was like water rushing through Uta's ears. His stomach turned. "Nice stitching. Quite unique." The boys eyes seemed to light up. "Thanks! I did it myself!" Juuzou smiled and leaned forward. "Wanna feel it??" Uta saw the opportunity and nodded, he reached his hand out and gently dragged his fingers across Juuzou's light skin. "Wow. That really is cool." Uta smiled and set his hand back in his lap.

The more Juuzou and Uta talked the more concered his fellow agents became. "You have cool tattoos. How many do you have?" Uta chuckled and gave a slight shrug. "A few. Not very many." Uta sipped his whiskey and looked at Juuzou as he began to speak. "May I see them? I've always wanted a tattoo." He smiled, his teeth perfectly aligned with one another. "Sure. Why not?" The agents became antsy and watched as Uta stood am started to take off his jacket. On of the agents stood and interrupted. "Suzuya. We need to leave. Now." Juuzou and Uta both turned their head and looked at the man talking. "But...-! Shinohara! I was just having fun!" Juuzou rolled his eyes and stood up frowning. Just as Juuzou began to walk away Uta slipped his jacket back into his shoulders and called his name. "Hey wait Juuzou! Meet me at the mask store on Main. Not to far from here. I'll show you them there tomorrow." He smiled and nodded. "Really?? Deal!" Juuzou called back walking towards the door. Uta watched Juuzou's delicate figure dissappear through the door. Uta sat back down in the chair he was just in and sighed twirling his finger around the glass rim of the empty whiskey cup. He laid his chin on the palm of his hand and looked down. "Juuzou you're going to drive me to insanity.." He shook his head and headed home for the night.