KamiJirou-Dreaming

I Couldn't Say Sorry Enough

Kyouka crouched in the dim hallway, the intersection that took the T shape illuminated only by a flickering overhead lamp. Even then, the hallway was almost pitch black. Kyouka could hear every minute detail; the echo of the air conditioning running the pipes, the light breathing of the unconscious guards they had knocked out, the hum of electricity running through the walls, and the tapping of the feet ahead. 

2 mafia goons patrolled the hallways, making their rounds around the complex. Kyouka measured their distance from their position, feeling every tip tap  of their footsteps. The clink of their weapons and hooks were faintly heard as Kyouka measured their heartbeats. The two guardsmen were relaxed, unalert as they sauntered over they length of the hallway, unaware of the duo waiting for them at the end of the hallway.

"What do you think it is, Chuck?" the goon on the right said in English.

"I dunno, Harry, must be a malfunction," the taller of the two replied, clearly bored as he answered in a long-suffering tone, "The lights are out, innit?"

The portly man on the right hummed in agreement. 

Kyouka looked over at the other end of the hallway, motioning her partner to dim the lights. Denki nodded, putting his hand on the wall and sucking the electricity from the wiring inside. The lights flickered and sputtered, fighting to stay alive.

And when it finally turned off, the teenage pair descended.

Sickening crunches as the duo made quick work of their adversaries.

Turning the lights on, Denki at his target. He patted down the unconscious man, finding a ID card he would use later and depositing it in his flak jackets pocket, gagging the man and tying his hands behind his back. 

He heard a rustle and felt Kyouka's gaze on him.

"Nice punch," she complimented quietly, dragging the body into a supply closet.

"Thanks," he replied curtly.

Dumping the bodies, muffling the unconscious henchmen, and locking the door behind them, they resumed to sneaking about.

Denki didn't bother looking at her, just opening his tablet at charting a course to the computer room.

As he sneaked away, Kyouka couldn't help but feel saddened by his reaction.  

<-------------------- Flashback -------------------->

Denki looked around apprehensively as he eyes Mina Ashido and her dreaded phone case. Toru was, well, somewhere else because Denki couldn't see her. Not that he saw her much anyways. The scariest, was Kendo, who had walked into the common room of the four dorms the classes were taking residence, to find her crush intensely making out with her good friend. Emphasis on intense.

"So, Kaminari," Mina said, sounding quite mad, "What exactly were you two doing? And why in the common room, of all places?"

"O-oh, well, y-you see, we," Denki tried desperately to string together words in a valiant but futile attempt to cover up his, slip up.  

"No, I don't want to hear it!" Mina snapped, turning her phone to show him the dreaded picture. 

It was difficult to tell who's hands were whose and where one body ended and the other started. Denki could see the mark on Kyouka's next, who, by the way, was staying completely silent while knelt next to him. Her hands were pulling on his shirt and pushing his head forward in a attempt to deepen the kiss. His hands were wrapped around her waist and keeping her close.

Incriminating was an understatement. This was a death penalty. And Denki needed to quell it.

"Look, Mina, you can't tell anyone about this," Denki exclaimed, startling the four females, "It's not safe!"