A Second Chance

Chapter 57

Tsukiyomi's POV

I followed the blonde Guild member whom we had kept captive in the Agency. He was climbing up the stairs that led to the rooftop of a building slowly. With strict instructions, he was told to call his members and get them to collect him from the helipad he was told to be, and I was to escort him and send him off.

You might wonder why we had to return him?

Because the President said so.

And why was I the one doing it?

Dazai was busy giving a few instructions and brief explanation of the infiltration plan with Atsushi and Tanizaki. Kenji and Yosano was nowhere in the office. Ranpo was busy snacking on his food and being a lazy person to be tasked with anything to do. Kunikida was with the President, discussing about some plans. And so, I being the only one with nothing to do, the President tasked me to do this escort.

Climbing up the stairs one step by one step, I stared up at the blonde. He was going upwards as slow as a snail with the support of a clutch in each of his hands.

"Do you need help in climbing upwards?" I asked, eyeing his bandaged left leg. "I can carry you on my back."

"No thanks!" He snapped angrily.

"This is taking a long time though..." I muttered out under my breath. Unfortunately, he had heard it.

A loud, sappy groan escaped the blonde. "Who do you think made me this way?! You shot my leg!" He stopped mid-way his climb and whipped his head around to shoot me a hard, dark glare. He gestured to his leg that was placed in a cast and bounded with a few layers of bandages.

"You moved despite my warnings! I gave you a warning but you didn't heed to it." I returned him the same look he gave me. "Don't throw your blames to me."

"I moved to grab my hat! MY HAT! MY PRECIOUS HAT!! It was a limited-edition hat that I bought from the market! It was EXPENSIVE!" He yelled back. A vein throbbed at his temple, showing his visibly annoyance clearer on his face.

"If it's so precious, and expensive, why did you even wear it out? To a fight much less. You're not even wearing it now!"

"Because you didn't let me pick it up from the ground and took me away from the area before that!" He screamed back, his voice echoing down the stairway. Both of our voices were echoing down the stairway. "Shooting me just because I moved. Are you so merciless?!"

"What can I do? You're our enemy. Do you think I would throw my hands in the air in bliss celebration and let you go on your merry way? Hell no. What if you were to call more of your friends. That would cause more trouble for the three of us back there. Your partner, Lovecraft, was enough for the day." I scowled. "And merciless? I think your partner was much more merciless than I am."

He seemed to have remembered what we had done to his partner yesterday and his raging expression dropped from his face; replaced with a despondent one.

I looked at him for a while longer before a sigh left my lips. "Let's go." I spoke. "We wouldn't want to keep them waiting."

He rolled his eyes and turned back front to continue his climb up the stairs. "Yeah. Because I can't tolerate you and I don't want to see your face anymore." He added.

"The feelings are mutual."

With a few more heightened tension and snappy remarks thrown between the both of us, we had finally reached the rooftop of the building—much to my relief.