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“There is something wrong about him.”
“Hmm.” Atsumu gave a non-committal hum to what Rintarou said.
However, he agreed with his partner. As he observed their captive from behind the one-way mirror glass, an uneasy feeling crept up his spine. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but as he stood in the darkness with Rin, it felt like it was crawling up his skin.
“Did you find anything on him?” He asked distractedly, not taking his eyes off the man sitting in the middle of the closed room.
If it had been any other person, Atsumu would have made sure to check all the items after he had taken them prisoner, but he had been too busy with keeping his eyes on this raven-haired beauty.
“Nothing much except a 9mm Glock,” Rin answered, biting the nail of his thumb.
This guy remained a mystery till the very end, and it was making Atsumu frustrated.
“No identification?” He questioned, focusing on the ravenette again.
“None. Though the King suits him well, doesn’t it?” Rin chuckled.
Atsumu wanted to groan.
He was tired of hearing that nickname. For the past six months, that’s all he has gotten on this man’s name.
But Rin’s amusement wasn’t uncalled for. He felt his lips twitching as he tried to hide a smile.
This man. The one who was in shackles right now, tied from both ankles to his wrists with chains connecting them, and enough leeway that allowed partial movements, looked freer than anyone he had ever met.
The handcuffs were further looped to a ring that was welded firmly to the metal table. They had to be hurting for how tight Atsumu had fastened them. The metal chair he was sitting on must be hard on his back and really uncomfortable. With the single light bulb shining on top of him, the ravenette looked more like he was sitting on a throne and not in some interrogation room in Shinjuku police station.
His posture was also relaxed. He had legs stretched up as far as they could go, and his back leaned against the chair support lazily.
He seemed to be humming some tune slowly, looking bored out of his mind and examining his nails nonchalantly.
Atsumu knew those hands well. Not too well, but he has seen those hands hold drinks that he prepared himself. They were neat and had long fingers, which were maintained regularly. They were beautiful hands, without a doubt. Oftentimes, he had longed to hold them and feel how they would fit in his hands, despite knowing that they belonged to a criminal - a high-class one at that.
It wasn’t his fault. The man demanded attention from the very moment he entered the bar. He possessed beauty like no other Atsumu had seen. Silky soft hair and royal sapphire eyes, with the face of an angel and a smirk of the devil. He had been clearly taken aback when those eyes had directed at Atsumu for the first time.
Atsumu had been working undercover as a bartender at the Arashi bar, which was infamous and exclusive.
About a year back when he had joined the narcotics department, he had only stumbled upon the place because he had been following a low-level goon from the Shiratorizawa gang. Someone who had been dealing drugs on the corner of a street. The guy also hadn’t been allowed inside the massive wooden gates of the place that was housed in the 100 storey building. It appeared that he had been there to pass on some information and leave quickly. Atsumu had kept an eye on the place for almost a month, confirming his suspicions of the place being off-limits to the general public.
Only the very elite and top of the cream were allowed entry, many of them doing illegal activities and conducting private business there. Shiratorizawa and the people working for their leader being some of them, and even then only someone high on the hierarchy was allowed inside.
The current leader of Shiratorizawa, Ushijima Wakatoshi, was almost a phantom. Nobody has ever seen him or knows what he looks like. Even the DEA has had their hands full, trying to get a glimpse of the man. So many undercover agents have disappeared trying to get in Shiratorizawa, and everyone knew it was a suicide mission to attempt infiltrating the gang.
In the past, law enforcement and the mafias have existed in peace. Cops caught a fair amount of members and left major sharks to roam free. The drugs were not freely moving on the streets or were easily accessible. That changed as soon as Wakatoshi took over after his father retired. It had been like an epidemic, with even high school kids being able to access the drugs easily. Every street and corner of Tokyo had been infested, and if the police succeeded in catching many drug dealers, many more would surface out of nowhere. Even tracing the suppliers from out of the country had been almost impossible.
They knew Shiratorizawa was getting consignments from out of Japan, but from where, no one could figure it out. That’s when all the agencies had become more active and deployed as many members as possible in search of Ushijima Wakatoshi. The closest they had come to was his right-hand man, who was now in their confinement.
Atsumu had specifically trained for undercover missions for a year before joining narcotics. He had more faith in his ability to reach the man than anybody else. Atsumu had struck gold when he found the bar. He had worked in the same building for some time, doing different jobs such as security guard, janitor, or lift operator. Each time making sure to wear a different disguise and wearing contact lenses to hide his true eye color.
That’s when he had seen this raven-haired beauty for the first time. He did his job as a lift operator silently, bowing and being polite when necessary, but mostly keeping his head down and ears open.
Many people tended to forget that he was in the confined box with them as they talked about their business as usual.
Not the ravenette.
“Haven’t seen you before.” Sharp blue eyes had landed on him immediately as the doors opened, sizing him from top to bottom. Atsumu was glad that he had put on enough make-up and prosthetics to change the shape of his face and disguise himself as an old man, but the blue eyes were piercing his soul. The smirk said that somehow the man already knew his secret.
“I am new here, sir.” He had replied after the initial shock had worn off.
“King.” The sleepy-looking man with a pretty face and around the same age as the ravenette had joined after this person, followed by a tall man who had his hair styled like a turnip. Atsumu had to stifle a laugh at the appearance.
“Hmm?”
“U..”
“The eagle?”
“Kunimi. Not now.” The turnip-head hissed.
“Kin is right. Let’s talk about it later.” The raven-haired beauty who was called king had replied calmly in his deep voice that Atsumu had immediately taken a liking to. His accent didn’t give away anything and sounded completely neutral. That was one piece of information he cataloged about this man.
“It’s gonna be chaos.” Kunimi had replied with his wide eyes. Atsumu could see some fear in those sleepy eyes.
“Really now?” The king gave a smile after licking his lips. The glint in his eyes made it look like he was waiting for exactly that.
“Why do I even try with you?” The sleepyhead’s shoulder had relaxed after that, and he was shaking his head in exasperation.
“You should know better by now!” Kin, was it? He smacked Kunimi’s back hard playfully.
Ding.
They had arrived on the 80th floor, where Arashi was located.
And the king was grabbed by the collar by a silver-haired pretty man as soon as the door opened.
“You bastard! Where is Wakatoshi?” The agitated man screamed in the king’s face.
“Semi-san, he is somewhere safe. Don’t worry about it. I will take care of things from now on.” The unshakable confident man replied in a calm voice. As if he was talking about what he was going to have for dinner that night. Even his companions looked completely unfazed.
“Like hell. You will!”
And the door had closed as the lift had been called from the ground floor.
Shit. Atsumu wanted to listen more, but if he pressed the open button again, he would be caught in his curiosity.
That had been his proper first meeting with the king.
What he had heard was enough to get started with his investigation. The king was the key to reach Ushijima Wakatoshi. He had pulled a lot of strings within the agency and got his boss to put him undercover at Arashi.
Norimune Koruso had warned him about the mission and told him that he was entering a lion’s den. Atsumu was prepared for anything if it meant they could be one step closer to catching the megalodon.
It was risky, but he let go of any disguises, choosing to be himself as he joined Arashi as a bartender.
The crash course in bartending helped, but he was worried. He had to be sure not to make any mistakes, even a tiny bit.
For a week nothing happened. It was business as usual and he got comfortable in his role. He had served drinks to all kinds of people from businessmen to high-ranking politicians, and even the mayor.
But Shiratorizawa was nowhere to be found. Then one day suddenly they appeared out of nowhere, making Atsumu’s heart race as his eyes landed on the ravenette, who looked as graceful and immaculate as he remembered. The navy blue suit only brought out his eyes more, and the fabric looked more expensive than his salary. The atmosphere in the lounge had buzzed with excitement upon their arrival. The king was not alone, of course. The two members he had met in the lift stuck close to the king, but what surprised Atsumu, even more, was how friendly the silver-haired man Semi and the King looked right now. As if no fight had happened between them.
There were a total of eleven members in the group, with Semi, Kunimi, and Kin staying with this king, and the rest of the people took over the various places across the lounge, covering the perimeter. However, a blond with bowl-cut hair stared daggers at the king all the time. There was still some distrust if Atsumu had to guess.
More and more curious.
Atsumu adjusted his bow tie, in the process, taking pictures that directly ended up in Suna’s laptop feed. His partner and handler always remained in the vicinity, waiting in his car downstairs, in case anything went wrong.
His heartbeats increased as the ravenette approached the bar, looking him straight in the eyes. The other members had already settled in the corner booth. Why was the king coming here when the servers were already flocking to their table?
“We meet again.” It was said with a casual smile while the king took a seat across the bar.
Atsumu had to gulp hard and stop his heart from leaping out of his chest.
“We have never met before, sir.” He replied politely, getting himself under control.
“Really? I could have sworn that I have seen you before.” The ravenette squinted his pretty eyes in curiosity.
“I don’t think so. What can I get for you?” He asked with a practiced cheerful smile, changing the subject.
“Apple juice.”
That surprised Atsumu more.
“No hard drink?” It was just a friendly chat, right?
“I don’t drink. Keep it a secret, okay?” The ravenette playfully put his index finger on his pink lips, giving a small smile to him.
Atsumu wanted to reach out and put that in his mouth.
What the actual fuck? Where did that come from?
Atsumu returned it with a genuine smile. “Right away, sir!”
“This is really good,” the king said as he took the first sip. The condensation on the glass was leaving a wet trail around those beautiful fingers. And no, Atsumu’s eyes were not glued to the other man. No, he didn’t observe how gracefully the man had picked up the glass, and not the motion of the rim reaching his lips, and most definitely not the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
“It’s just juice from the carton.” He shrugged easily. Well, if the king was having breakfast with him, Atsumu would probably make him some fresh apple juice.
No, Stupid brain.
“Hmm. Your eyes are really pretty....” A pause as blue eyes looked at him curiously and casually, moving towards the name tag on his chest.
“Kise Ryota.” He replied easily, although he didn’t forget the compliment. He could feel his face warming up.
“Doesn’t suit you.” The king said bluntly.
Well, screw you, too. It wasn’t his real name, still, Atsumu felt bad. He stopped himself from returning the compliment.
“King, everyone is waiting.” The tall onion-head man came to get the king.
It was weird that Atsumu had been so lost in conversing with this man that he had failed to notice more people had joined at their table. The new party looked like they were from China.
“Coming.” The king left the bar, following after the taller man, and without looking back.
The money for the drink had already appeared on the bar, more than enough to cover another ten rounds.
“Are you sure he is Ushijima’s right-hand man?” Sakusa asked him with doubts in the conference room, looking at the ravenette’s pictures on the screen.
“He’s awfully pretty.” Suna whistled beside him.
“I am a hundred percent sure!” He slammed his hand on the table. How dare the stoic man question his detective skills?
“He looks like an innocent kid.” Sakusa narrowed his eyes at the screen.
“He is not.”
Atsumu knew that much.
He had seen how the people reacted around him like he had put the fear of God in them. Not to mention, it explained why the small-time dealers had gotten extremely cocky recently.
How many cops had been spat on and mocked?
The king is gonna have your head.
We are the king’s men. What can you do to us?
As if you can even touch a hair on our head.
“Keep a close eye on him.” Taro Omi said with authority, effectively silencing the banter.
“I intend to.”
Was Atsumu keeping an eye on the other man or was it the other way around?
The king often ended up at the bar when his business had finished, ideally chatting with Atsumu.
“Would you stop staring at me?” Atsumu would say, feeling self-conscious. It was affecting his concentration, those blue eyes following his every movement.
“Why? You are stunning. Why should I?” The king would smirk.
It appeared that they always ended up the same way. The king bluntly flirting with him, and Atsumu getting flustered, trying to control his blush and failing miserably.
“You are one to speak! You are more gorgeous than anyone I know.” Atsumu would find the courage to retort back.
“Oh, I know.” The king would declare with a laugh.
No shame at all.
Nothing much changed over the months. There was still no sign of Wakatoshi, and Atsumu had started wondering if this mission was even worth it, but undercover work always required more patience, and he knew that.
It frustrated him more that even after so much time, he still didn’t know the king’s real name. Although he had come to anticipate his arrival on Tuesdays and Fridays without fail, sharp at 9 p.m. Atsumu had to be careful. He knew he was being pulled in the charm of the king, like metal to a magnet, and when this whole thing was over, he would be the one arresting the bastard.
He couldn’t help his attraction though. He wanted, no he needed to have that man. It didn’t help that he had started dreaming of him every night.
“Samu!!!! I am going crazy here.” He yelled on the phone one day.
“Dumbass, don’t get distracted by his beauty. Focus on what you have to do.” Osamu, ever the voice of reason said on the other end.
“Don’tcha think I already know that?” He asked in irritation.
“Then y’know what ya’ve to do.” The line went dead.
Sometimes, Atsumu envied his twin. Osamu was lucky that he was in the food industry and not in this shady business of hunting down criminals, posing as friends, and then backstabbing when the time was right.
He sighed. That was the life he had chosen for himself.
Nothing changed, except Atsumu’s growing desire for the ravenette. Whatever business they used to do appeared to be squeaky clean and Atsumu had failed to get more information. No transactions or exchanges happened in the lounge, and it always looked like they were some acquaintances catching up for drinks after a hard day’s work. The king still didn’t drink, and when he was forced to, Atsumu's sharp eyes had observed him throwing it away in a plant pot without anyone noticing.
It was an interesting habit, but if Atsumu was correct then the ravenette liked to be in control of his senses.
To everyone’s shock, Shiratorizawa members started disappearing one after another. Many undercover agents reported that their targets had gone missing and no one knew who was taking them out. The king still maintained his reputation as if everything was alright in the world, but the city was being cleared up and someone was doing the neat job of removing all the Mafia.
It pissed off Atsumu to no end. Here he was sitting on his ass and pouring drinks of rich people when his job was already being done by someone else.
Surely, there had to be some information on the group or organization cleansing Tokyo?. He sighed while he waited for one of the servers to leave the staff bathroom, lost in his thoughts. His job here had been useless except for the information that the king was handling the business in Ushijima’s absence, speaking of whom, where was Shiratorizawa’s leader anyway? Could he be sitting somewhere comfortably, letting this young man who was barely in his mid-twenties handle the business for him? But it was falling apart now, and still, the man was nowhere to be found.
He gritted his teeth and decided to use the guest bathrooms. Seriously, why couldn’t they have more than one bathroom for staff, given how many people worked here?
“Cats are finally coming down to Japan.”
He heard what he assumed to be Kunimi’s voice as the bathroom door opened. Atsumu was just about to open the door of the stall, but he stopped in his tracks, slowing down his breathing to become completely silent.
“Yep. Their boss wants to meet the Eagle and discuss why the consignments are being sent back from the docks.” It was Kindaichi.
“We have to tighten the security.” Kunimi’s voice was further away, probably at the urinals.
“I have never seen Ka… King so tense.” Kindaichi's voice was laced with worry.
“Can you blame him? The moment is finally here and we have so little time.”
“Oh well. We’ll be ready to welcome them by tomorrow afternoon.”
“Kindaichi! Kunimi! Stop dawdling here in the bathroom. We have to prepare proper hospitality for our guests!” The bathroom door slammed open, and the onion-head was right. Atsumu had never heard the king lose his temper before, not like this. Even when he had broken someone’s arms with his bare hands one day, he had been the epitome of calm.
“Geez. Let me pee in peace!”
“Right away, boss!” A smack and there was silence after three of them left.
Huh? Did the onion-head just smack his boss or was it the other way around? Were they friendlier than they appeared to be?
Atsumu had no time to think about anything. The Eagle. The guests. Tomorrow. That’s what he had needed for the longest time.
Ushijima was going to be in Japan and he had to follow after these people to know exactly where.
He came to the lounge and saw the Shiratorizawa people preparing to leave, without thinking he took the service lift down and waited for them to come out. Suna and he followed after the fleet of black cars. Could they be more obvious?
Did Tokyo even have such a space?
“Fucking hell, man.” Suna cursed as he drove with his headlights off and onto the road that passed through the woods. After an hour-long drive, the fleet took a right turn onto a small road.
“Rin, don’t lose them.” Atsumu was gripping his seat as they maintained a certain distance to hide.
“I know,” Suna replied with his eyes narrowed as he had to focus extra hard because of the lack of clear visibility.
“Bastard.”
After fifteen minutes of drive on a gravel road, and trailing behind, they stopped at a safe distance. The small road had led them to a huge mansion with massive gates and more security covering the grounds. It was impossible to enter the place without proper authorization, and if they tried to do so, they would stand out like a sore thumb.
“Is this guy Bruce Wayne?” Suna spat.
“I don’t care if he is the freaking Batman. Let’s get him tomorrow!” Atsumu rejoiced.
They knew the approximate time and location of the meeting. Next on the agenda was to inform all the agencies and get them here tomorrow. This was their golden chance to get Ushijima.
Except, it failed miserably.
The mansion was calm with no movements. Nobody came or left.
It was by seven in the evening, their boss Norumine had lost patience and decided to capture the people inside. There were at least a hundred agents and just as many cops present. They had expected a fight, but they were welcomed inside. To their surprise, there were only three people in the mansion. The king and his two close guards.
“Let’s go, boys.” The king had declared calmly, smirking at Atsumu.
Kunimi stuck his tongue at Atsumu.
“Yep. Never wrong.” Kindaichi smiled at the king.
To say that he was disappointed would be an understatement. Not only they had not captured Ushijima, but other members of the gang were missing too. Well, at least they had the king.
Atsumu clenched his jaw as he roughly put the handcuffs on the king.
“You like it rough huh, Miya Atsumu?” The king spoke in a calm manner, smiling faintly.
Atsumu had to stop his hands from trembling. Who was this man?
“How? How the fuck d’ya know?” He lost his temper, grabbing the man by his very expensive suit. His face was almost in the king’s face.
“If you want to kiss me so badly, all you have to do is ask.” The ravenette mocked, licking his lips. His blue eyes were lit up with amusement.
“Oh, and turning off the headlights is not enough, you know? I thought you knew better than that, Special Agent Miya Atsumu.”
A snicker from the turnip-head and Atsumu’s fist connected with the pretty face, making a loud sound. It tore the plump lips, but Atsumu didn’t care.
“What the fuck didja say? How the fuck didja know?” He was shaking all over.
This was bad. Really bad.
“Your Kansai dialect is coming out.” The ravenette commented.
“That’s enough, Atsumu.” Sakusa held him by his arms from behind before he could go for another attack.
“Let’s take them,” Norimune ordered.
Rin nodded dumbly.
Atsumu had been kept away from the investigation or from going anywhere near the prisoners.
“You are too close to him.” Norimune had simply said when he had asked him the reason.
He understood. Of course, he did, but that didn’t mean that he would take it calmly.
“He will talk to me!” He reasoned, all falling on deaf ears.
“Why? So you can flirt with him more and expose all of us?” Sakusa taunted with a deep frown.
Everyone was looking at him as a failure, but Atsumu had been careful. For the life of him, he couldn’t figure out how the ravenette knew about his identity.
All three of them were being held in different interrogation rooms, and not a single one of them had given any information despite the various methods they had used.
It has been more than 24 hours and Atsumu has refused to go home. The first order of business was to call his brother and demand that he take a vacation along with their parents, preferably out of the country. Atsumu didn’t want to take any risks. He feared for his dear ones’ lives. And he needed answers, a whole lot of them.
“As if you guys have been able to get anything out of him!”
“Atsumu, enough! He already knows your background. We can’t put you in more danger.” Taro Omi said in a firm voice, cutting him off from further rant.
His life had been in danger the moment he came in contact with this man.
“Fine.” He huffed like a petulant child.
He was at least allowed to observe from outside, but Rin was staying by his side to make sure that he wouldn’t go in.
The king could be used for a character study. As pissed as Atsumu was, he couldn’t deny the beauty of the man in all white plain clothes. The top and bottom both were loose without any pockets or place to hide even a tiny sharp object.
It had started as soon as the man had been put in the holding room.
“What is your name?”
“Pick whichever name you like for me. Frankly, I don’t know what to choose for myself.” The king had looked at the detective with innocent eyes, speaking in a voice that would melt even the coldest of hearts.
“Are you the right-hand man of Ushijima Wakatoshi or not?”
“What is Ushijima Wakatoshi?” The blue eyes widened further.
“Or what you like to call him as the Eagle.”
“Oooh… I love the white eagle. You have one here?”
Rin snorted beside him, and Atsumu had to turn his face away to hide his smile.
They had been further astonished as the king started speaking in different languages, switching to Russian, French, Cantonese, and even at times, Spanish.
The translators said it was mostly gibberish and didn’t mean anything.
Sakusa tried interrogating him, but they ended up just looking at each other.
“Are we into a staring contest? Fun! Can I take a nap if I win?” The king questioned the stoic agent, to which Sakusa replied with a grunt.
Amazing. Sakusa lost, which like never happened.
The nap then had been only for fifteen minutes, right at the table. Atsumu almost felt bad that the man had not been allowed to sleep for more than that or even taken to any other room for enough rest. Almost.
“Don’t wanna.” The king made a face when Rin took apple juice to him.
“But ‘Tsumu said you always ordered this.” Rin had stopped with the pretense.
“No, Rin-san. I hate it.”
Atsumu’s eyes widened. He knew about Rin too.
Rin was visibly shaken, but he asked the man what he wanted instead.
Milk. Milk. Seriously? Milk?
Atsumu wanted to go inside and mock him, but the happy expression on his face when they put a glass of milk in front of him, stopped him from doing so. Also, their boss was keeping a close eye on him. Not that he could really go in.
“Why are you not saying anything?” Rin started a casual conversation, and Atsumu was curious what the answer would be.
“You are not interesting enough.” The king simply shrugged with a smile.
“And Atsumu is?” Rin asked with a grin without getting offended.
“Rin-san, does he not like me enough? Why won’t he come and visit me anymore? I thought we had a connection!”
“He can’t,” Rin replied simply.
“But… But I thought we were meant for each other!” The king’s pleading expression had Atsumu want to burst inside the room. God, he wasn’t a fool, and the acting was top-notch, but Atsumu had a weak heart when it came to this man.
“Yer something else, ain’tcha?” Rin seemed to be having fun.
“That dialect suits you even better.” Their captive said, parting his lips in surprise and making Rin laugh.
Oh, hell no!
Atsumu tapped on the glass furiously.
Get away from him.
“It was nice talkin’ to ya, King.” Rin looked back before getting up from the detective chair.
The king slowly moved his head, looking straight at him. His lips formed a sensual smile and the bastard winked, making Atsumu gulp. Even with a split lip, the man had a beautiful smile. Atsumu knew that he couldn’t be seen from inside, he still wanted to hold the gaze for as long as possible. If they were not in this situation, he would have already kissed those lips by now.
“What, ya jelly?” Rin smirked as he closed the door.
“Shut it!”
He got scolded for that.
“Atsumu! Rin was making some progress. Why did you get him out?”
“He was being a dumbass, not making any progress!”
He was pushing his luck. He would probably be forced to go home any minute now.
“I am sure he will talk to me. Just give me five minutes with him.” He pleaded to captain Taro in his office. “In fact, I am the only one.” He added firmly.
“Look. I have already told you why that can’t happen.” Captain Taro replied calmly.
“Please.” He wasn’t beyond begging. “We are this close to catching Ushijima.” He made a sign with his thumb and index finger, pressing them together.
“Fine, but you are on your own, and only for five minutes. Rin, make sure you keep an eye on him.” Tora finally sighed in agreement.
It wasn’t like Atsumu really cared about the precinct captain. His real boss was Norimune, anyway, but as long as he was here at Shinjuku, it was their jurisdiction. Not that Tora knew.
He bowed and rushed to the interrogation room.
“I have been waiting for you.” Their captive’s smile widened once Atsumu entered the room, looking at him with sultry eyes.
It might just work on him.
“I have been dyin’ to see ya as well.” He replied with a grin as he took the empty chair.
“Have you now?” The king drawled, giving him a lazy smile.
“Cut the crap, wouldja? We all know yer Ushijima’s right-hand man. So, why dontcha tell me ‘bout his location?” Atsumu’s face blanked with his voice hardening. He rested his elbows on the table and clasped his hands, leaning towards the man.
The ravenette rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Come here.” He gestured.
Atsumu half stood out of sheer curiosity, his face close to the ravenette.
“What if I told you that the eagle prefers the left hand?” The ravenette moved forward to whisper in his ear.
“What?” Atsumu’s eyes widened as they met the pair of blue.
“Atsumu, you work for the DEA. You came here to this precinct to weed out the corrupt cops and joined them as a detective, but you are a trained special agent, aren’t you?” The king asked him in a low voice so only he could hear.
“You. What even are you?” Atsumu asked with a dry throat.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?” The king smiled before leaving a kiss on his cheek.
Something had to be wrong with Atsumu to even consider moving his head to meet those lips.
“Where is he?” Atsumu sat back down on his chair, crossing his arms.
“Why don’t you take me on a date and I might tell you.” The king licked his lips, his blue eyes focused on Atsumu’s flushed face.
“Why dontcha consider this as a date?” Atsumu grinned.
“You cheap..”
The sentence was cut off as the door of the room opened, making them look at the new arrivals. The Director of NPA along with Norimune was there. Atsumu could see two newcomers behind them, a tall and handsome brunette in a suit with a cheeky grin on his face, and his companion with spiky black hair and a serious expression, though Atsumu could see him trying to control a smile.
“Took you long enough, dick.” Atsumu’s head snapped to the ravenette. His furious expression focusing on the tall brunette with glasses was a sight to behold.
What was happening?
“Maa, Maa, Tobio-chan, I am here for the rescue. Do not resist.” The pretty man pushed the two older men apart, easily entering the room.
“Rescue my numb ass! I am gonna kill you once I am free, Oikawa-san!” The ravenette, no, Tobio-chan slammed his fists on the table as the man neared. Tobio. That was a beautiful name if it was a real one.
“What the hell is going on?” Atsumu demanded, but the stunning man didn’t pay him attention, instead, he started unlocking Tobio’s handcuffs. He examined the freed wrists carefully, even when Tobio tried to pull away from his hands. They were covered in bruises for how tightly Atsumu had bound them.
“It seems like you haven’t been treating my junior very well.” The one named Oikawa looked at Norimune with a dangerous glint, all amusement disappearing from his voice.
“Is he hurt?” The spiky-head man entered the room as well, his voice concerned.
“I am fine, Iwaizumi-san.” That was the first time Atsumu had seen Tobio talk to anyone with any respect.
“Show me.” Iwaizumi pulled his wrists closer to him, despite the younger’s protests.
“Did you eat? Did they let you sleep? Have you been sitting here the whole time?” The man asked Tobio many questions.
“Well, I could use a massage,” Tobio answered fondly to Iwaizumi, ignoring all the questions.
Who were these people?
“Whha.. all the love for Iwa-chan. What about your poor mentor?” The pretty man whined but stood protectively beside Tobio.
“Screw you, Oikawa-san!” Tobio scowled.
“Maybe later, Tobio.” Oikawa ruffled Tobio's hair.
“Shut it!”
Atsumu was seeing so many expressions on the king’s gorgeous face.
He was completely lost.
“We are way out of our league.” His boss said as an explanation, dragging Atsumu away from the trio.
Atsumu found Kindaichi and Kunimi stretching outside. They gave him a smile which turned into a yawn one after another.
Soon enough, everyone was gathered in the conference room.
It turned out Kageyama Tobio was a special agent as well. Only that he was working with a special task force, directly created under the prime minister’s command along with the CIA. The drugs from Hong Kong were reaching the United States as well, and it was a joint operation between the two countries. They were not supposed to interact with any other agencies, hence nobody knew what was happening with Shiratorizawa.
The ravenette had infiltrated the gang a year back, quickly climbing up the ranks and becoming the most entrusted man of Ushijima. The leader of Shiratorizawa was under the CIA’s custody because of Tobio’s efforts. After which their mission had been to trace down the Hong Kong Mafia and cut the problem straight at the roots. When there had been no movement or contact from their side after Ushijima’s disappearance, the task force had taken out other members from the Shiratorizawa gang. The Hong Kong Mafia wanted to negotiate since Tobio had stopped running the business smoothly and was sending back the consignments.
A meeting from Hong Kong had been arranged, with their leader visiting Japan yesterday. He had also been taken into custody at the airport, while these three remained back at the mansion, waiting for Atsumu and company to arrive. Tobio had been sure that Atsumu would not leave him alone unless and until he was captured.
The three former prisoners were sprawled on the couch, piling on top of each other and clinging close. They were happily sleeping without a care in the world and still in their white clothes. “It’s comfortable,” Tobio had said before plopping down on the couch and falling asleep instantly. He was at total ease, which Atsumu had never been when he took naps in front of his colleagues. That spoke volumes about how much trust the trio put in these two older men.
It was a lot of information to process, but it made sense to Atsumu about why Tobio knew everything about him. The task force had all the information on every agent trying to catch Ushijima. It had taken them a long time to come here, because they had been processing the arrest of all the gang members, and deploying some agents to Hong Kong. Something told Atsumu that Oikawa also wanted to have fun at his junior’s expense.
“Tobio-chan, let’s go.” Oikawa pulled at his sleeping junior’s hands after the meeting was concluded.
“Five more minutes,” Tobio grumbled in his sleep.
Kindaichi and Kunimi looked down at the couch longingly after having woken up.
“Don’t even think about it.” Iwaizumi said sternly, easily picking up the sleeping beauty on his back. Tobio instinctively wrapped his arms around the bulkier man’s neck.
Atsumu thought it was freaking adorable!
“Wait, Iwaizumi-san.” Tobio mumbled as the older man started walking. “Let’s have a proper date later, Atsumu.” Tobio gave him a sleepy smile, looking back at him with his hair messed up and a blush forming on his face. Atsumu lost his heart at that moment.
“What do you know? Tobio-chan has taken an interest in you, huh? You must be quite something.” Oikawa assessed him, staring at him with narrowed eyes.
“Don’t start, Oikawa-san!” Tobio shouted.
“Don’t glare at me. You know how much I care for you.”
“Nobody asked you to.”
And off they went, bickering like the whole ordeal had never happened. Atsumu was glad that he got to see this side of Tobio, or he would have always thought of him as someone unapproachable.
“Aww, are you sad that your boyfriend is leaving?” Rin teased him.
“Maybe,” Atsumu replied honestly.
As expected, there was no trace of Kageyama Tobio. He had completely disappeared. For months, Atsumu had tried to gather any information possible but came up blank. He only knew the name and appearance, but there was no internet presence of the man, even the news articles about him described him as a mysterious king and nothing else.
Shiratorizawa had been disbanded completely, with the small fishes trying to run the ring, trying to cash out the name, but all the major players were taken out. The problem had been solved and Tokyo was once again safe.
Atsumu was taken off undercover jobs for a while, which he frankly couldn’t complain about. His free time went into researching Tobio, while his personal time went into missing the man. He had hoped for some contact from the other man, but it had been a lost cause. It was like Tobio was a ghost from the past, never meant to exist in Atsumu’s present.
“You are late.” The man occupying his thoughts complained from his couch as soon as Atsumu had closed the door to his apartment. He was sitting in the dark, except for the light from a small lamp beside the couch.
Atsumu had his gun drawn out before he heard the familiar deep voice.
Once he had safely tucked away his gun in the holster and picked up his jaw from the floor, he faced the man he had missed terribly.
Tobio was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a casual polo jersey, so different from how Atsumu had been used to seeing him. He grinned up at Atsumu.
“How… where… when… how didja?”
“What? Can’t form a sentence?” Tobio teased before getting up and crashing his lips to Atsumu.
It felt violently hungry. Too desperate to care about going soft. Atsumu forgot about everything as he moaned in the kiss, gathering the man in his arms tightly. He bit Tobio's lips, and the sound Tobio made drove him crazy. He pushed his tongue inside the wet heat of Tobio’s mouth. In contrast to their lips meeting, the softness of Tobio’s tongue greeted him equally. He had waited too damn long for this.
“Tobio…” He whispered against the wet lips, attacking them again.
Tobio’s hands pulled at his locks, tugging them harshly, and Atsumu loved it.
“I believe… you… like… it rough…” Tobio murmured between kisses.
“Fuck.” He cursed. “Where have ya been?” Atsumu couldn’t keep the accusation out of his voice, pulling the other man closer to his body.
“Hong Kong,” Tobio replied in a gentle voice. That explained it.
He looked so fucking perfect with his face flushed and his eyes half-lidded. The kiss swollen lips were inviting Atsumu for more.
He led Tobio to his bedroom. If Tobio thought they were gonna do it on the couch, then he was wrong.
“Atsumu…”
He had never loved his name more, but he fell in love with it and the person saying it. The night had felt short. Too short for his liking, but he was glad to wake up to the sleeping man beside him.
Tobio’s hairs were tousled from sleep and last night’s activities. Atsumu smiled at Tobio’s soft snores, and the hickeys he had left all over his body. The blanket was covering Tobio’s lower body, tempting Atsumu to remove it completely and go for it again. As if aware of being observed, Tobio’s blue eyes opened suddenly.
“What are you looking at?” Tobio asked him in a raspy voice, turning to sleep on his stomach and looking at him with a curious smile.
“I am so glad yer not on the bad side.” Atsumu chuckled, moving the bangs from Tobio’s eyes with his fingers.
“But wouldn't that make for an epic romance?” Tobio rested his face on his elbow, looking down at him.
“This is already an epic romance.” Atsumu took Tobio in his arms, kissing those lips again. Softy, this time.
“You really fooled me though.” He smiled in the kiss.
“You would have liked me even if I was the damn leader of Shiratorizawa, Atsumu.” Tobio smiled as well.
Atsumu wasn’t sure whether his king was completely wrong or completely right.