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ONE WEEK LATER
The lights flashed colorfully in the nightclub Nighteye and I were seated at. We were both staring at our menus silently, but glancing occasionally at the crooks who were blabbering and walking in and out of the bar part of the club in the shadiest part of the town. We were both in civilian clothes, me sporting a stupid ass black dress that Nighteye forced me into, and him wearing a polo shirt and jeans, which I also forced him into.
"Sksksk, with all the idiots in here, I'll need a gallon of scotch to feel okay again." I grumble quietly, and I see the corners of Nighteye's lips turn up for a second.
The bartender comes around to us and I order a water, whilst he asks for a shot of vodka. I raise an eyebrow in his direction, but don't question it verbally. He knows what I'm thinking without even glancing in my direction, and states simply;
"It's been a rough week, and I have a high tolerance." I nod, and turn to the drinks being placed in front of us, grabbing my water and inspecting it. I took out the straw and smelled the liquid, and it smelled like whiskey. Fun.
Either the bartender was also drunk with the slums in the dark corner of the room, or he was working with them to get in my pants.
I'm gonna lose my god damn virginity like this one day if this continues.
I sigh and push the drink away from me and slouch in my seat. In the corner of my eye, I see Nighteye absolutely DOWN a fucking shot and slam it on the table. He sighed in exhaustion and continued to look around, as was I.
The first thing I see while inspecting the entrance, was a blob of familiar blonde hair bouncing around, accompanied by a puddle of tangled raven hair. I try to swallow the knot growing in my throat, but It gets caught, and I start to choke on my saliva as I realize whomst they were.
'WHY THE FUCK ARE THEY HERE?!?' Nighteye leans over the table and pats my back awkwardly, as I held up a thumbs up to show that I was fine. I slouch on the filthy table, not really caring about sanitation at the moment, and waited for Hizashi to come and murder me.
I physically feel Nighteye's confused stare as I sulked on the table. I almost tell him 'Don't worry about me.' But then I realize, that I'm about to die, so it's better if he's alert to protect me from death.
"-that I'm gonna have to scout out some people so he can victimize them and kn-" hushed mumbling was brought to my attention, so I sat up abruptly and leaned a bit in the direction of the voice.
"-ock the heroes off of his trail." My eyes widen and I motion for Nighteye to be alert. He nods and I move my head to side slightly so my ear is closer.
"The guy states that he'll be invincible once he meets with this one guy. He never tolds us his name but I think he was trying to start an organization. Something like the Lea-"
"HEYYYY ALL YOU PARTY PEOPLE!!! LETS GET ROCKIN!!" I curse under my breath and try to listen in more, but they had stopped muttering to ear other and were now focused on my stupid ass obnoxious friend.
I turn to Nighteye with a frustrated glare. He also looked incredibly irked at the interruption, but looked at me with a look that said 'We have enough information, lets get out of here.' Before we started to clamber out of the booth, having already paid the bill.
The bar was in the back area of the nightclub, so we would have to squish our way through the dance floor, (and right through Hizashi's line of vision from the stage he was on) and get out. I walked through the floor, trying to keep a close proximity to my boss so I wouldn't get swept away in the crowd and drown.
I shoved past a guy, and then walked right through a couple dancing. Karma will murder me soon. Hopefully though after I get the information we just gathered onto some paper or something.
A rough hand grabbed my bicep and I yelped in protest. I whip my head to see some hot young drunken guy stumbling around and using ME to balance him. I try to pry his hand off, but to no avail. I look around and don't see Nighteye anywhere around me.
'Ah,' I think, 'fuck.' I look back in dismay and see the drunken guy looking at me with lust.
'holy shit fuck no kill me where the fuck is nighteye i need cocaine what is life fuck this what the fuck fuckfuckfuckufckuf-' A hand suddenly gets clamped onto my shoulder making me jump and whip my head the other way. I see Nighteye glaring at the man with pure spite. Great.
"Is this man bothering you?" He looms over us, but I knew better than to be frightened by him right now. I nod my head vigorously, giving the man who still hung to me like a koala quick glances to check if he was doing anything.
He grabs the guy's wrist and yanks off his hand from my arm whilst giving him a murderous look. I smile at Nighteye's protectiveness. He was usually very protective of his employees, considering that he carried
a lot of guilt of people getting hurt under his wing. I quickly try to make my leave and get to the car we drove here that was parked across the street, when I bump into another guy.
My landing isn't very graceful, as I had slammed face first into his chest, so I stumbled back a bit until he grabbed my arm (the very same one the other dude was clinging to) and steadied me.
"Sorry, I should've paid more attention to where I was walking." I apologize sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment, whilst glancing at the previous guy who was on the verge of being beat up by Nighteye.
The guy let go of my arm abruptly and I look up in suprise. And whippity fucking doo dah. Guess who it is guys!
The one and only fuck boi,
Aizuwu Shōta.
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We really have to stop ending chapters like this.
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