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Colour Me Blood Red	By : DragonBlade Category: Prince of Tennis/Tennis no Ohjisama > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2324 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Don't expect any more extreme updates, I've run out of typed chapters, so that means I'm going to have to get off my lazy ass and start typing out all the shit I have written out.

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CHAPTER 12

The steel door to the left of the security desk creaked open and Yuuta entered to find Kirihara slumped behind the security desk, fuming.

“Uh …is this a bad time?” Yuuta bit back a grin, figuring it the wrong expression for the circumstances.

Kirihara pouted, “no,” he collected himself, there was no way he was going to let the Master of the City put him in a bad mood. He had enough control over his emotions as is. “What’s up?”

“Just came in to switch off, you’re supposed to report to Sanada-san or Yukimura-san to see where they want you to go, and to let them know we’re switching.” Yuuta came around the side of the desk, taking the arm of the chair when Kirihara stood up.

Fantastic, fan-fucking-tacular! If only he knew where Yukimura actually was? “Right.”

Kirihara stomped off towards the elevator, very aware that Yuuta was watching him like he sprouted an extra head.

“Are you sure everything is okay Kirihara-san?” Yuuta called after him.

“Fantastic!” He yelled back as the elevator closed.

He knew where the vampires stayed when they were in the building - when they were awake at least. The only problem was that he wasn’t sure if they were all there. He was never the lucky type and knew he’d probably find Sanada before he found Yukimura. Ah, predictability.

The first one he actually found was one of Sanada’s fledglings, Niou. The Vampire was leaning against the wall at the far end of the hall, head resting back as he yawned. He looked up when Kirihara approached.

“Where’s Yukimura-san?” Might as well try.

Niou jabbed a thumb towards the main room, “in there.”

“Thanks,” Kirihara continued in that direction, which was where he had been intending on going in the first place.

With his back to the vampire he missed the mischievous grin and quick “pu~ri”

Not sure if he was supposed to knock or just go in, Kirihara opted for just walking in. Being Vampires, they probably heard him get off the elevator. What he found in the main room made him swear a quiet oath that he’d never walk into a room without knocking again.

The room looked the same as it had when he had been brought there with Kamio, the only difference was what was in the middle of the room. Fuji lay on the ground, pinned on his back by Sanada’s larger body. As far as Kirihara could tell, Fuji was naked, but with his hips pressed beneath Sanada’s jean-clad ones it was hard to tell. Sanada’s head was tucked into the other vampire’s neck, jaw and throat working as he fed from him. His shoulders and arms were tense from holding himself above the other’s chest. The muscles in his lower back flexed and rolled as he ground his hips into Fuji’s. His dark skin seemed all the darker when it was framed by Fuji’s fair tone. Fuji moaned wildly, knees pressing into Sanada’s hips as he rolled and bucked. His thin arms were hooked under Sanada’s shoulders, nails clinging to his upper back.

With all the noise Fuji was making it was no wonder they didn’t hear him, probably wouldn’t have heard him if he knocked – or let loose an entire herd of trumpet playing elephants. How does one go about interrupting the Master of the City while he is plowing another vampire through the floor? Kirihara’s mouth hung open, face burning. He really didn’t want to draw attention to himself, but he kind of needed to. ‘Excuse me’ sounded too awkward, and he wasn’t sure they’d hear him of he just cleared his throat.

Before he opened his mouth and shouted something profane at them, Fuji’s head fell to the side and his blue eyes landed on Kirihara. His eyebrows shot up but a wide grin ruined the surprised look. He tapped Sanada on the shoulder, still grinning at Kirihara. Sanada stopped, body going deathly still. He slowly moved back from Fuji’s neck, the seam of his lips red with blood. Go figure, Sanada was a neat and tidy feeder. He pushed himself up enough to allow Fuji to wiggle out from under him. Kirihara caught a glimpse of unbuttoned pants before Sanada turned his back to adjust himself. Kirihara almost pouted; Sanada had seen him, it was only fair for him to get an eyeful. The Master’s shoulders tensed as he glanced over his shoulder to frown at Kirihara. Fuji sauntered over to Kirihara, naked and erect. His discarded clothing was tossed over one arm. The Vampires hips swayed as he stepped in close to Kirihara, the Hunter rocked back on his heels when Fuji closed the distance between the two. Fuji dropped his clothing as he pressed himself flush against Kirihara, hands sliding up his chest to circle around his neck.

“Uh, Fuji-san …” Kirihara lost his voice when Fuji rubbed his erection against the front of him. He did everything mentally possible to not allow his body to react. Fuji moaned softly into his ear, grinding harder and digging his fingers into Kirihara’s shoulders.

“Fuji,” Sanada’s tone was warning with an edge of irritation.

“Oops,” Fuji chuckled, “guess I overstepped my bounds, not allowed to play with the Masters toys,” Fuji stepped back, picking up his clothing, “have to go find someone else to play with then.”

Kirihara’s mind snapped to Yuuta sitting upstairs unaware, and almost told Fuji to keep his hands to himself – er, metaphorically speaking. Instead, his mind blurted out, “Masters toys? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Fuji winked, ”if you don’t know I’m not going to tell you.”

“FUJI,” Sanada glared at the back of Fuji’s head as the Vampire scampered out of the room. Sanada straightened his shirt, which he had pulled on while Fuji had Kirihara distracted. The dark material stretched tight across his broad chest and shoulders. He turned his heated glare to Kirihara, “yes?”

Kirihara briefly wondered if Sanada was just angry at the world, of if frowning was his normal expression? “I was actually looking for Yukimura-san, I’m supposed to be told where to patrol?”

Sanada tilted his head, a very child-like reaction. Kirihara briefly wondered how old Sanada had been when he was turned. “Yukimura? He isn’t here, he hasn’t been all night?”

“But Ni-ah …” He’d been had.

Sanada’s lips twitched in the ghost of a grin, “I can tell you the same as Yukimura.”

At this point the whole avoiding-Sanada-scenario was thrown out the window, so why the hell not, “sure.”

“The twins are around the back of the building, so I need you to take over Yuuta’s circuit. The side garden, side entry, and parking lot I do believe is where he was.”

Kirihara nodded, remembering seeing Yuuta in those places.

“Can you find it on your own, or do I need to draw you a map?”

Kirihara opened his mouth, thought for a moment, closed his mouth, and then opened it again. If he wasn’t mistaken, Sanada was teasing him, “I can find it on my own!” Kirihara excused himself and stalked out of the room, Sanada was just going out of his way to piss him off now.

He stomped out of the elevator, still pissed.

“Geez,” Yuuta jumped, “what happened this time?”

Kirihara spun on Yuuta and his words died in his throat; Yuuta’s grey eyes were widened in concern, he had half risen out of the chair, ready to go to Kirihara if need be. There was no way he could tell the little brother he just walked in on the big brother being dry-humped by the Master of the City, after practically giving him a hand-job earlier in the evening. Kirihara sighed, he was getting soft in his old age, “nothing, Sanada-san’s just picking on me.”

Yuuta smiled, looking far younger than his twenty three years, “at least he talks to you. I usually get ignored!”

Kirihara smiled back, Yuuta’s good mood was contagious, “we can trade?”

Both laughed, open and stress-free.

“Taking over my route?”

“Yeah. Side something and a parking garage?” Maybe he should have taken a map?

Yuuta smiled again, a small smirk used mostly for dealing with misguided children, “yeah, you go out the side door and turn left, follow the path till you come across a bunch of plants and stuff, the path turns into almost a brick walkway. Circle that, there’s a lot of hidden areas so just keep an eye out, then continue down the path, it’ll turn around the side of the building and lead into the parking garage. Circle that and make your way back, you should come across Atsushi-san in the parking garage, his circuit overlaps mine.”

Kirihara sighed, he hated guard duty. He took the walkie-talkie Yuuta offered him and left through the side door Yuuta had pointed to. His first circuit was long and uneventful, but he got the feeling the gardner for the building had way too much time and way too much money. Spot lights criss-crossed the raised garden boxes, illuminating the walkway that twisted around in it, but left a lot of really deep shadows. Wooden benches rested against the rock gardens, green plants he didn’t even have names for draped over. In the day time they would have kept the benches in the shadow, now, they just cast eerie shapes over them. There was one thing Yuuta had forgotten to mention about the pathways around the building – they stretched on forever. It took him a little under an hour to complete one circuit.

“Why didn’t you tell me!”

“Slipped my mind.”

“BULLSHIT!”

Yuuta had laughed and then turned off the communication.

On his second circuit through the garden turned urban-forest the walkie-talkie buzzed, he clicked it off of his belt and answered, “what’s up Yuuta?”

“Just letting you know to keep your eyes open; I haven’t seen Atsushi-san on the monitors for a little while. I don’t know if he’s just found a blind spot or if he stepped out for a minute.”

“Have you seen anything strange?”

“No, nothing out of the ordinary, and believe me, I’m looking!”

Kirihara didn’t doubt that, but he still heard the worry in the others voice, “alright, I’ll make sure to ask questions before I start shooting at shadows.”

Yuuta chuckled, “thanks.”

As soon as his foot touched the interlocking brick of the garden pathway a violent chill rocked Kirihara from head to toe. The spot lights killed his night vision, making him unable to see if anything were hidden in the darker corners. The tremors ended up turning to a lead weight in his stomach and a creeping sensation at the back of his neck like his skin was trying to crawl down his back.

“Yuuta, do those monitors have good night vision?”

“I guess, kinda blurry though.”

“I’m in the garden …can you see if anything is around me?”

Yuuta’s voice came out a little higher, picking up on Kirihara’s nervousness, “shit, yeah, gimme a sec.” The walkie-talkie buzzed, and Kirihara heard some clicking noises. Zooming in probably?

Kirihara clicked the safety off of his gun, holding it just in front of himself; pointed down. He scanned the darkness, even though he knew it was useless, it still made him feel better. The light breeze ruffled his hair and carried the sounds from the neighboring streets to him, but nothing else. He hoped he was just being paranoid, but he really doubted it.

Yuuta’s voice came back, just this side of yelling, “you’ve been fucking surrounded!”

Panic flared high, making Kirihara feel cold. How did that happen? If they had been able to move that quietly it meant they weren’t human. That left two options, with one being more likely than the other. If it was that, his gun was suddenly useless.

“I see two shapes in front of you and two more coming around behind you! I’ll call Sanada!”

Great, just great. Just fucking great. Surrounded and can’t see a damn thing! He heard the rustling of plants to his left and the crunch of shoes on gravel seconds before Yuuta screamed, “BEHIND YOU!”

Kirihara spun in the direction the sounds came from and threw himself back. He dropped the walkie-talkie so he could hold his gun steady in a two-handed grip. The majority of things that could possibly be stalking him tended to rush their prey, so Kirihara threw himself back to lessen the shock on his body. He wasn’t big enough to handle the full blow of supernatural strength, and wasn’t going to pretend that he could. If he was going to go down anyway, might as well make it easier on himself. He fired twice in succession; the creature was close enough to take a silver bullet to the side of its face, the second one clipped its hair. It grabbed Kirihara’s shoulders as they fell and drew up a knee so the force of hitting the ground drew his knee into Kirihara’s stomach. He laughed as Kirihara coughed and gagged, trying not to throw up. When his eyes refocused he blinked away tears, the Vampire that had knocked him down was straddling his waist and watching him closely.

The Vampire touched his cheek where the bullet had caught him, “ho~ho, Lucky! Any closer and you might have killed me! This is gonna leave a sexy scar though!”

Kirihara raised his gun while the Vampire was occupied with his injury but he caught the movement out of the corner of his eye and slapped the gun out of Kirihara’s hand. The gun was wretched back and skittered across the pathway, breaking Kirihara’s index and middle finger. He screamed. The Vampire smiled, leaning forward so his red hair fell around his eyes.

“You know, I don’t usually like men, but you’re kinda cute. I bet you’d look good in a dress. Shoulders might be a little too broad though…”

Kirihara spat in the Vampire’s face.

Admittedly, not one of his brightest moments, but he was scared. Being scared made him angry, and being angry made him irrational. He was blocked from his weapons by the Vampire on his waist, and had two broken fingers on his dominant hand.

The Vampire frowned and backhanded him, snapping the Hunters head to the side. Kirihara’s mind swam and his vision blackened around the edges, he knew instantly that that one movement could have broken his neck – but the vampire had held back.

His mouth filled with blood and he spat it out onto the ground. The corner of his mouth had been split and the force of the hit had made him accidentally bite his tongue. In hind-sight, he realized spitting blood in front of a vampire was probably a bad idea; he was full of those tonight. The vampire’s eyes darkened as he licked his lips and leaned forward. He parted his lips as if to kiss him.

“Sengoku.”

The Vampire jumped, startled. The force drove his pelvic into Kirihara’s stomach, making the Hunter grunt.

“Let’s at least make the effort to keep him alive this time.”

This time?

Something heavy hit the ground directly above Kirihara’s head and something warm splattered his cheek. He craned his head up to get a better look. Even upside down he could tell what it was.

“ATSUSHI!”

The Hunter lay in a heap where he had been dropped, his neck and shoulders torn wide. Blood soaked into his shirt and was splattered up the side of his face. His short cropped hair was matted to his forehead with blood.

“Atsushi!” Please don’t be dead.

Sengoku stood up, letting Kirihara turn over and scramble out from under him. He rolled Atsushi completely onto his back. The movement reopened the wound and fresh blood poured out over his hands.

“Fuck!” He pulled off his sweater and balled it up against Atsushi’s throat and shoulder. He didn’t think the bite had hit his jugular, but it was too dark and everything was so red.

Another vampire jumped off a raised garden box to stand behind Atsushi. He smiled, flashing fangs. Kirihara’s eyes widened as memories came crashing back.

“YOU!”

The vampire looked down, eyebrows raised as if Kirihara were a little child that had done something funny.

“You’re the mother fucker that flipped my car!”

The Vampire hopped back up onto the garden box, sitting on the edge so as not to get his pants dirty. He crossed his legs, ankle resting on his opposite knee. He patted down his leather jacket until he found a small pack of cigarettes. He tapped the bottom and pulled the filter out with his lips. After lighting it he drew in a deep breath, letting the smoke back out through his nose, “guess I am.”

“What’s a Vampire doing with a bunch of humans?” Kirihara put more pressure onto Atsushi’s wounds; blood covered his arms and the front of his shirt in spots. The Hunter under him groaned, shifting his head.

“It’s amazing what humans will do for you when you give them weapons and a promise of power. Greed is a wonderful thing.”

“You son of a-“ another thought popped into his mind, “you attacked Atobe-san!”

The Vampire’s eyes narrowed, “and if I did?”

“You’re killing a whole lot of people for a little turf war!” Kirihara reached down his leg for his back-up, but Sengoku was quicker, he grabbed his arms and twisted them behind his back. Kirihara screamed in frustration, the Vampire only pulled his arms higher, reminding him that he could easily break his shoulders.

“Turf war, huh?” The Vampire smiled.

“You’re going to draw a lot of attention to yourself, if humans find out about you they’ll slaughter you!”

The Vampire only grinned, “bring out your Master.”

Kirihara blinked, the change in subject catching him off-guard, “what?”

“Your master of the City, call him out. Cry for help.”

“Like hell,” it was probably a good idea, but he was pissed off enough that he didn’t want to give Sanada another leg up.

The Vampire jumped off the ledge, stalking over Atsushi to him. He grabbed Kirihara by the collar and Sengoku let him go. He was roughly pulled to his feet, “I’ll make you scream for help if you won’t do it willingly.”

The Vampire drew his fist back and there was a sudden bang. A bullet whizzed past Kirihara’s face and took the Vampire in the shoulder. Being less than an arm’s length away, the Vampire’s blood splattered the side of Kirihara’s face and neck. He was dropped, tumbling when he hit the ground. He grabbed the derringer from his ankle holster and dove the extra distance to the nearest garden box, putting his back to it. He scanned around until he found who had taken the shot. Yuuta stood at the mouth of the garden - better late then never!

A Vampire jumped out of the shadows at Yuuta. Unlike Kirihara, he took the hit directly, squaring himself for the fall. The Vampire collided with his right shoulder and took them both down. In the darkness the muzzle flashed once, twice, three times before they hit the ground. Yuuta planted his foot into the vampire’s stomach and when he braced his fall with his gun hand, he used his other hand and the downward momentum to throw the Vampire over him. He kicked his feet and jumped into a standing crouch, gun now held two-handed.

Kirihara leveled his gun at Sengoku who had started creeping towards him, “how lucky do you think you’ll be the second time around?”

Sengoku grinned, holding his hands up in surrender.

Kirihara frowned, strange. His gun was small, and at the distance Sengoku could have easily dodged. The Vampires could have also killed him and Atsushi, but they didn’t, they were playing the night safe. They were being used as bait - that was becoming obvious. Were they that desperate to draw out the Master of the City that they would attack a couple human guards? Unless they had an army hidden somewhere, it was a pretty useless assault.

“You asked for me?”

Everyone froze.

Kirihara willed his mind to go blank. That voice was not Sanada, which meant Yukimura and Sanada had switched. He wasn’t about to blow their plan by thinking about which was which.

Yukimura stood at the mouth of the garden, slightly to the side of where Yuuta had been. He kept his hands loosely at his side, purposely looking unthreatening. His black coat was buttoned up to the collar and belted around his small waist. He had clearly been out, but where?

“You’re Sanada?”

“I am.”

“I thought you’d be …bigger.”

Yukimura smiled, crossing his arms over his stomach. “You are?”

“Akutsu Jin.” The Vampire bowed just his head, eyes locked to Yukimura.

“I don’t remember giving you permission to enter my city?” Yukimura frowned.

Akutsu smiled, cigarette held at the corner of his mouth, “just came to see the sights! See if you’re as powerful as everyone says.”

Yukimura smiled again, his voice condescending, “you come to challenge me without an army? You are powerful, but with only three at your side you have no hope of besting me.” Yukimura glanced at Kirihara and then Yuuta, eyes softened in apology. The soft wind that had been blowing around the garden died down, but a soft sucking noise drew it back up and towards Yukimura. It grew silent for a moment before it exploded from the Vampire, his hair and jacket blew back from the force. When the wind touched Kirihara the world went black. He knew he hadn’t passed out; he was still very conscious and very aware. Fear boiled up his throat as if he were going to scream; he couldn’t see, even though his eyes were blinking. He couldn’t hear anything, and he knew that there was a street behind them and people around so there should be noise, there was noise a moment ago. He couldn’t feel the gun in his hand or his broken fingers, but when he leaned forward there was a resistance so he knew something was there.

He opened his mouth to scream and all his senses came rushing back. He gasped instead, breath coming in quick pants; he was going to hyperventilate. He closed his eyes and focused on the throbbing in his hand to calm him down. His chest tightened but his breathing slowed down.

Yuuta had dropped to his knees, his grey eyes wide in fear. A fine tremble ran through his shoulders and he shook himself, easing back onto his feet. Even the Vampire Sengoku had dropped to the ground, all humor lost from his expression.

The only one left standing was Akutsu, but he was leaning heavily against the garden box behind him. His cigarette had dropped to the ground, forgotten.

Yukimura’s soft voice rose over the garden, a hint of anger underneath, “I grow tired of you. Speak quickly before I rip out your throat for wasting my time.”

“You ally yourself with humans and then you claim yourself to be stronger than me?” Akutsu grinned, trying to look confidant even though he shook on his feet.

Yukimura met the taller vampire’s gaze evenly, “this coming from the one who uses humans to do his dirty work? Mine are not allies, merely guard dogs. They keep watch to allow us the chance to move around more freely. They simply have more will power and intelligence than your choice of guard, so I don’t assume you would understand.”

The Vampire flinched, “what?”

“We found your lair; your creatures were easy to destroy without you there to control them. You have a magic user with you; they have left their scent all around your lair. It is not a witch from around here is it? Dark magic, exotic, from the Islands I presume?”

Panic flashed across Akutsu’s face before falling into calm indifference, “and?”

“You attacked one of mine,” Yukimura flashed his teeth, “you attacked the humans. You are either incredibly foolish, or you believe you have something that can protect you.”

Akutsu lit another cigarette, “testing the waters.”

“I doubt that,” Yukimura’s calm expression slipped and became almost a sneer; a very Sanada-like expression. “You’ve tried my patience, I’m through with you.”

Kirihara caught movement out of the corner of his eye seconds before his clothes rustled and something rushed past him. Niou fell over Sengoku, who had only managed to jump to his feet. Hands clawed and slashed at one another, teeth snapping. Akutsu caught Yagyuu by the throat as soon as he got into the Vampire’s range of sight.

“So this was the one that was cursed. He still smells weak. You insult me Sanada, sending a weakened vampire after me.”

Yukimura and Yagyuu smiled.

A dark figure loomed in the darkness behind Akutsu, in the blink of an eye they were on the ground. Sanada smashed the vampire’s head into the ground, blood blossoming from his ruined face.

“Get out before I tear you apart!” He let the Vampire slip out from underneath him and dash away into the darkness with the others.

Kirihara climbed shakily to his feet, using the garden box behind him for balance, “you’re letting him-“

Sanada held up his hand for silence. The Vampires around him stayed alert, their eagerness prickling through the air. The breeze Yukimura had stilled picked back up, rustling the Masters short hair. He continued to wait, eyes unfocused as he listened to something far off.

“Go.”

Niou took off into the darkness, heading in the same direction the others had fled. Yagyuu stood to follow but Sanada stopped him.

“But Sanada-san, it would be easier for Niou-kun if I went with hi-”

One glance from Sanada silenced him, “call Tezuka. Tell him we are having the Vampire followed. When Niou finds where the other Vampires of his group are hiding he can bring his Hunters. I’m sure he wants his revenge as much as we do. Also, tell him to send someone to bring them to the clinic. This one won’t die if they hurry. Go get his brother.”

Yagyuu nodded and bowed slightly before going back into the building.

“I can stay,” Yuuta had stood, but was still shaky on his legs.

Sanada watched him for a moment before nodding.

“I’ll stay too,” Kirihara added, “I just need to set my fingers and then I’ll be okay.” There was no way in hell he was going back to the clinic.

Sanada watched Kirihara more closely than he had Yuuta, making the Hunter squirm, “alright.”

Sanada had told Yuuta where to find the first aid kit. They both had injuries, but nothing serious enough for a trip to the clinic. Sanada checked out Kirihara’s fingers.

“These need to be set before you can bandage them.”

Kirihara paled, “I know,” give him bullet wounds, stab wounds, anything but broken fingers. He’d broken almost every bone in both hands, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Sanada smirked at him, holding his smaller hand in his own large one. “You have small hands.”

“I’m aware of that, just set my fingers of you’re going to or else I’ll do it myself.”

“It’s strange, with your shoulders you think you’d be bigger.”

“I am aware of that as well, set my damn fingers or give me back my hand.”

“You really do look like a girl.”

“Now wait a damn minute you a-OW!”

Sanada had snapped his fingers into place. He glared at the smirking vampire. Sanada had distracted him so he wouldn’t think about the upcoming pain. He appreciated it, but it still pissed him off. Yuuta handed Sanada a roll of medical tape and he gently bound the broken fingers. He ruffled Kirihara’s hair when he was done.

Inui, Oishi and several Hunters and Clinic staff pulled up shortly after in two white Suburbans and Inui’s Cadillac. Not exactly an ambulance, but it was inconspicuous, and when the seats were out, the back was roomy enough to lie down comfortably. Atsushi was closed securely into one of the Suburbans, Ryou glued to his side. Sanada had forced him to stay in the building, fearing his emotions may put his brother and the other Hunters in danger. When Yagyuu had gone to get him he was still screaming.

“What took you so long?” Kirihara poked Yuuta in the chest.

Yuuta flushed, “sorry about that.” He finished bandaging the scratches across his chest and pulled his shirt back on, “I told Sanada as soon as I saw the other vampires, but he told me to stay out of it unless I could keep my mind clear. Yukimura was on the way back from checking that lair you guys found and he was going to stand in for him. They figured someone was trying to collect information on them or something, so it was safer for everyone if they switched. He told me to only step in if I thought you were in too much danger.”

Kirihara remembered the bullet whipping by his head, “I wasn’t really in danger.”

Yuuta shrugged, “I could only see you from behind so I wasn’t sure if he had your shirt or your throat. I didn’t see your gun either.”

Kirihara shuffled his feet, “thanks,” he hated thanking anyone.

Yuuta flashed his youthful melt-you-into-your-shoes smile, “no problem.”

Kirihara secretly hoped life never made Yuuta lose that smile.

Oishi approached the two hunters, smiling softly, “good work today you two.”

“We didn’t do much besides get our asses kicked,“ Kirihara shrugged.

“But you got him talking, it helped us a lot.”

“Huh?”

“Oh!” Yuuta smirked, “I forgot to tell you. When you dropped the walkie-talkie the talk button jammed. I could hear everything. I called Tezuka-san so he could listen in.”

“Oh.”

Oishi chuckled, “so at least now we know what we’re looking for."
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