TordTom OneShots

I Don't Know!!

(Tom and Tord don't know each other.)

No one's P.O.V

"Tord, I have a mission for you."

Tord stepped into the light where his boss sat on a desk. He bowed, "at your service, boss." He greeted in a cheeky matter. His boss chuckled at how he acted but soon his chuckle died off and the air was filled with seriousness again.

"Anyway, I want you to kill this black eyed freak." His boss hands him a folder with a picture in it. As Tord took it by hand his head was full of confusion as to why he had to do this mission when it's easy as pie. He looks down at the picture, it showed nothing but one sentence:

"My eyes are black"

He glaced up to his boss, "Uhh.."

"You see this guy is the son of the famous business man that I hate the most. So your mission is to kill him and that's it." His boss ordered strictly making Tord stiffened.

'why in the world is he making this mission for nothing?' he questioned in his head. But he played it off,

"Ha, this'll be easy Boss. I don't even know why you choose to give this mission to me." Tord joked as he shrugged.

"Very well. There's a huge celebration coming up to celebrate their.. 'success'." His boss shot a look of disgust as he rolled his eyes.

"So I want you to kill him during the celebration. To make it... Cliche~" His boss stood up from where he was seated and went over to the huge window. Standing in front of it as he looks over to the view.

"Also please, call me Edd. Got it?" Edd said as he snapped his finger. Tord nodded, "you got it, Edd." He cooed as he exited the room.

The celebration~

"Congratulations Mr. Ridgewall!" Another business woman greeted as she shakes Tom's father's hand happily. The Ridgewall family was finally success in gaining the MET of the first class company of the world. Which makes them the second.

They held the celebration in the Square plaza, with bands, foods, DJ's, pools, everything you could imagine was there. Everyone was having a great time...

Well..

Except for one person tho..

Thomas Ridgewall

The son of Peter Ridgewall and was the most smartest lad in the family. It was actually because of him that their business was a huge success. He thought coming with his parents for the celebration would gave him the opportunity to be.. social.

He imagined that everything would be quiet.

But..

Now he was crowded by a ton of women. Women who were pressing their tits on him boldly without any shame. Whenever he'd try to push them off, they would keep coming back.

"Ladies, may I please excuse myself? I need to go to the restroom." He growled in a rather... Respectful matter. The desperate women didn't budge,

"Do you want me to accompany you?" A woman asked as she started massaging his shoulders in a seductive way. But Tom thought it was disgusting, "oh no thanks. I have my bodyguard with me." He replied as he gestured his bodyguard, Matt to come with him as he fled. The woman stared in awe as he left.

"Is something bothering you, Tom?" Matt asked worriedly as he followed Tom who was stomping to the restroom. Tom let out a stressful sigh,

"Probably.. those women. I get that they are trying to be.. sweet, kind and so on so on.. but sometimes they are just too much. They are so desperate."

Tom went inside of a stall and slammed the door close as Matt waited on the door. He sat on the toilet seat angrily.

He didn't want a life like this. Yes, he wanted to make his parents wealthy but he didn't want to get swooned over by a bunch of reporters and girls everywhere. He wanted space.

"Tom? Are you okay?" His most trusted bodyguard asked worriedly,

"I'm sorry, Matt. But can you leave me alone for a bit? I need to think." He replied as he curled himself into a ball on the toilet seat. Outside the door Matt nodded his head in an understanding way. He already knew Tom for so long, so he wanted to give him what he wanted.

"Okay Tom.. just.. be careful." He said before walking off. Leaving Tom with all by himself.

"Finally... Some alone time.." he mumbled to himself before he was pinned by someone who was dressed in a black tux with a red tie. It was none other than Tord.

"Gotcha." Tord stated as he held on Tom's throat tighter. He had just broken down the stall door like a flash of lightning.

"Great a murderer. Surprise surprise. Go on then, kill me." Tom stated as he looks up to Tord's eyes. He had beautiful grey eyes that made Tom stare.

"Wow.. your eyes are.. beautiful." Tom compliments mindlessly to Tord making him flinched in shock of the sudden compliment. The guy in a red tie stared into Tom's eyes as he found them quite astonishing. But he snapped back to reality and pulled out a knife.

He pressed it against Tom's throat hesitantly. Tom hitched his breath as he felt the sharp blade touched his skin.

Tord watched in.. horror at Tom,

'come on Tord. Just slit his throat and we're done.' he thought as his thoughts were fighting with each other. He knew that he could've slit his throat by then but he didn't know why he didn't..

Tord let's go of Tom gently as he puts down his knife. Tom looked at him with widened eyes, "w-why didn't you just ki--"

"I don't know!!" Tord yelled as he ran off leaving Tom in a stare. He was in utter confusion on why didn't he just kill him?.. but he was sure after that he'll always picture Tord in his head.

Meanwhile Tord kept on thinking why couldn't he just kill him. His thoughts were running wild until bumped into a tall ginger, "Damn! I don't really know!!" He muttered as he continued to run away.

The tall ginger smiled, "I knew it. Tom's safe all along." He cooed as he went to get his phone and dialed his lover who answered quickly,

"You owe me 10 bucks, Eddy~"

"Why did I agree on this?.."