how to love . ootori

iii.

"Word around the office is that you've been skipping practice." He said, only for his counterpart to finish his sentence for him, "Kyoya-senpai's pissed, so we've shown up to motivate you."

Whenever they spoke, they exaggerated in a way that made everything seem so much more terrifying than it truly was. The strategy worked well enough on Nagako, because she felt very uneasy. There were multiple things that could've contributed to this. One being that Kyoya sent them, another being Kyoya himself knowing where she worked, and, finally, the thought of him being pissed in the first place.

That notion was the worst of them all.

She blinked dumbly, looking down at their empty hands and droning almost robotically, "Sirs, this aisle is for six items or more. Feel free to use the self-checkout, two aisles down, if you're going to get less than that."

The pair of identical faces looked at each other, back at her, shrugged, and picked up eight packages of gum. For a moment, she just stared at them, irritated. This was a refreshing change from the way everyone else in the department store had eyed up their lavish clothes and- may they say- handsome faces, and the twins smiled as if they were doing nothing wrong.

Technically, by law, they weren't. This would soon change.

"Okay, literally, who are you?"

Their smile seemed to change, from something devilish and annoying to much, much worse. It was like they were taunting her with every breath; every eye scanning her body, and with each second that passed, she grew to dislike them more and more.

"Oh, we're glad you asked." In one swift motion, they hopped over the scanning belt and were by her side. This swept the eight full packs of gum off of the counter and onto the ground, which she obsessively cleaned only an hour before. "We're the Hitachiin twins!"

"Wow, okay, somehow I asked and I still don't care." Her neck craned as she searched for her manager, and after finding no trace of her, directed, "You guys should leave."

"We were afraid you'd say that." They mumbled. Or, at least, one of the brothers did. "But considering we're under direct orders from Kyoya-senpai, wherever we go, you do too." They didn't let Nagako reply, and just like that, both of her arms were in the fierce grip of two unfamiliar people, and she was carried out of the department store kicking and screaming.

Well, not screaming, because that could have easily gotten her fired. And she couldn't very well scream when she felt she would throw up. Instead, she protested with her actions and made her capture as difficult as possible until she was unceremoniously thrown into the safety of tinted windows and plush seats. That was when she started yelling.

"What is wrong with you? Are you actually serious? Right now, of all times? You rich bastards must be crazy if you think I am going anywhere with you!" She screeched, causing one twin to plug one of his ears and the other to roll his eyes.

"Jesus." One mumbled.

Almost at the same time, the other chimed in: "Considering the car's already moving, it looks like you're wrong."

Nagako panicked, cupped her hands around her face, and looked on at the moving world around her in sheer fury. She tugged on the door handle over and over, and when nothing would budge, she looked as if she was about to start crying. Just for a moment.

She grabbed at her phone, and instead of calling the cops, like a rational person would have, Nagako Uyeda's stewing anger overtook her. She found herself furiously typing to a number that she had blocked a week ago, only two hours after he had given it to her: