TRIGGER: CH 6

Chapter 6

The clock is nearing midnight but the city is still far from sleep time. Every corner, every block are bustling with people looking to release the stress of working. The brightly lit streets offer almost no cover, not even for little critters to roam in the hidden corners of the buildings. Almost. He's not as good at putting on a disguise, but it is not necessary whenever you need to conceal yourself. With this many people around it's not that difficult to hide in plain sight. But his training was more than just that.

He did go the extra mile of making sure he's not being followed, though it seems to be unneeded. 'Never hurt to be careful.'

Rounding the next corner, he reached his destination. A four storey building, somehow even more brightly lit then the streets. Loud music can be heard from inside. He's no stranger to places like this, work stuff brought him to various places. Strictly work related. He has never been to one of his own accord, for any reason other than work. Such places get on his nerves, too loud, too packed, too vulnerable.

Navigating through the crowd, he made his way deeper. The air is saturated with the smell of alcohol you could even get drunk just by breathing. Alcohol and drugs are exceedingly common. To find someone dying or dead from overdose are a norm.

Partway through, Ryuga's phone vibrates. Another message.

 

< Fourth floor >

 

'He really does have eyes everywhere.' The men scattered around seemingly too sober must've been his lackeys. Ryuga had expected this, but still it couldn't stop the anxiety buzzing under his skin.

Taking the elevator straight to the top floor, the elevator's door opens to a drastically different environment compared to the first one. The walls are covered in dark red velvet-like material, likely padding to absorb noise and keep the place as quiet as possible. The floor is divided to several sections, each occupied with rooms. Doesn't take much thinking to figure out exactly what this floor is reserved for. 'He's messing with me.' The anxiety waning out, replaced by anger burning silently.

Suddenly he is approached by two men, both dressed in black suit. One of them spoke to him, "He's waiting for you, inside."

 

At the end of the hallway stood a large double door. The door swings open on his arrival as if it could sense his presence. Beyond the door is a large room resembling a hall, fitted with the same velvet-like material as the rest of the floor. Several more of those black-suited men fills up the area, surrounding a single large ornate sofa set at the end of the room. There, sat a lone figure with one leg crossed over the other.

"Here I am, Jinga."

The black-suited figures visibly tensed at his words. The audacity. Though the man himself looks mildly amused at his blatant lack of respect, casually twirling a glass of wine.

"I had expected nothing less of you. You look rather tense tonight. Care for a drink?"

"Places like this just don't sit well with me. And, no, thank you."

"Well, that's unfortunate." He paused to take a sip.

"I'll go straight to the point, about the deal."

His eyes flick over to Ryuga. "So, what is your response?"

A rhetorical question. The smile on his face tells Ryuga that he already knows the answer. He just likes to mess around with you.

Ryuga's fate is already sealed before he set foot in the place. No other way but to accept it. He looked up, directly into the other's eyes.

 

"I accept it."

 

And there's no going back for him. Undeniably, this might be the worst decision he has ever made in his entire life. An enemy of the enemy is a friend, eh? Honestly, he doesn’t know what else to do. He can't afford to endanger his friends - he has no choice but to brave this alone. That way he had no one else to be worried about, just himself.

 

"As expected, I know you wouldn't disappoint me." Following that, he signals for his men to leave the area and set down his glass of wine on the table next to the sofa. "All of you can leave now, work's done for today."

His men looked quite surprised by his orders, but heeded it anyway.

"Understood."

One by one disappears from the hall, leaving just the two of them. The situation seems to have diffused but the tension lining Ryuga's body remains. The atmosphere is not at all calm to him - rather, it felt even more dangerous, going by the glint in the other's eyes and that smile on his face.

"What're you trying to do?"

"Ever so suspicious..? Just follow me."

He walked around the sofa to reach a set of wooden door situated behind it. Though smaller than the main door to the hall, it's certainly strange to have missed it entirely. Ryuga hesitated for a second, unsure whether to follow or not. His instincts telling him not to. Turn away, run. But he won't get the answers he sorely needed. I don't run, come what may. He steps out, going after the other.

He didn't know what to expect beyond that door, though he does have some ideas. His sense of space seems to have distorted slightly since stepping into the building. Pushing past the door, he set foot in yet another room. A coat hanger in the corner by the door, a desk with a chair next to it; off to the other side of the room is large king-sized bed. The room is however, windowless.

"Yeah, this room has no windows." Did he just- "Also it's completely soundproof. A quite perfect place to kill someone." He probably does randomly kill people as a hobby, considering the way he says it.

Jinga is shrugging his coat off, draping it over the chair. "Make yourself comfortable. This is more like my private suite, so we'd be undisturbed in here."

Opting to stand in front of the door, he regards the other with a serious expression. "What's your intention of bringing me here? If you want to discuss some matters we could've done just fine out there."

"Maybe, still there could be ears listening somewhere. Here, there's only you and me." The other moves closer. Instinctively, Ryuga took a step back. "And as for my intention, -"

Suddenly, he is pulled flush against the other's chest with a strong hold around his waist, keeping him in place. "- I thought I've made it crystal clear that night." In the close proximity, the other's voice dropped in the following sentences.

He raises his hands, pushing against the other. He had to tilt upward to maintain the eye contact thanks to the height difference between the two of them. He can feel his pulse and breathing quickening in a fight-or-flight response. 'Why the hell is he so damn strong?'

"Your pulse is rapid..there's no need to be so panicked here." The other dipped his head to trace along the angle of Ryuga's jaw with his lips, whispering those words.

"..How else do you expect me to react?" Gripping hard at the other's shirt, trying to keep his cool.

"Mmm, I don't know.., perhaps a bit more..receptive." Lips brushing down the length of his neck, hands on his hip. He tried to shift away from the contact, his breathing getting a little hard. "Then you certainly got the wrong person."

"Pretty sure I didn't..which brings us to the next point, how experienced are you?" The other's hands travels down the curve of his ass.

"-None, never had any need for it." His composure falters when those hands reach below, fingers curling in, and pressing him harder against the other.

"Nh-!"

Deep chuckles reached his ears. "Surprising, didn't expect you to be untouched. Suppose I should take my time with you. After all, the night is long."