[Fanfic] The Kiss Thief 1/4
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mikunicchiTitle: The Kiss Thief
Pairing/Focus: Nino/Ohno, Sho/Aiba (side)
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: ~23.000
Warnings: swearing, theft, mild injuries
Summary: Ninomiya Kazunari was a thief with a policy. He wouldn't steal from old people, he wouldn't rob on weekends and he wouldn't steal anything that he didn't need. However, one careless mistake would turn his life upside down.
Notes: This was originally written in ninoexchange forduckyshimetai I'm horribly late to post it out lol
Shit shit shit! Nino thought while running like crazy. His lungs were on fire as well as his legs, but there was simply no way he could stop.
Could his day turn out worse? Most likely impossible, since it was already the worst. Because he was such a stupid man. Realizing that you tried to rob a yakuza office after they started to chase you was simply and truly the stupidest thing he had ever done in his life. So, of course, there was no way he could stop running. Not when a bunch of scary looking yakuza were running after him. However, he also knew that his legs won't hold out for long. He was already out of breath and simply, everything seemed to get worse and worse.
He needed to think. And he should also be quick about it. Instinctively Nino clutched the bag he took with him. He really didn’t have much idea what was inside the bag but he knew there was money in it. He should have double checked the office but no! Because he had to be that arrogant about it. Nino groaned internally. Still… Why the hell did he even try to rob a yakuza office?! Oh, of course! It was all about money, he reminded himself one more time. A good reason in his opinion, but not this time. He was usually a careful and skilled thief. Stealing things was wrong and he knew that, but he had given up caring about it long ago. To Nino, theft turned out a simple subsistence. And a good one, since he never had problems about where to find money. There was a bunch of people who earned money way more illegally than Nino did. So he really didn't think it was wrong of him to steal. He usually went in, stole what he wanted and sneaked out before anything could happen. His profession was a simple one with easy money. Well, probably saying “it was” would be more accurate in his current situation. He should be running instead of thinking. Good thing that Nino was one of the fastest thieves in Japan. He was actually quite famous for his skills, though of course it wasn't like he liked to brag about it (well, he actually did brag about it, but that wasn't the case now). Or what was more likely was that he was famous because of his policy. Nino believed even being a thief required its own policy. So when he started theft, he decided a few things and named them as his policy: He wouldn’t rob elderly people, he wouldn’t rob on weekends, and of course, he wouldn’t steal anything he didn’t need. He was fast and skilled but lacked enthusiasm. Yes, he was that famous Lazy Thief Nino.
At least, he thought, no one can accuse me of being lazy after running this much.
He could hear the shouts of the yakuza behind him. “Damn, you are too persistent!” Nino managed to curse under his breath as he turned a corner and threw himself into the crowded street. People were eyeing him shortly before they turned their eyes to the other madmen who were chasing Nino. “Won’t you give up!?” Nino whined. He had no idea what to do and he was honestly tired. He had limited stamina after all! And it wasn’t like he could use some stamina potions like in games. That’s why he usually preferred to live in energy saving mode.
He turned another corner to see a lot of food stalls lined up along the whole street. Hell yeah, Nino thought as if he had won the lottery, and he quickly threw himself into one ramen stall, surprising the quiet salarymen and the chef. He quickly sat in one of the chairs and tried to catch his breath and look like one of them. Of course, his black t-shirt which was currently drenched in sweat and his old worn out black jeans didn’t help the situation. He greeted the confused chef sheepishly and took the beer of the guy who was sitting next to him. He took a generous sip from the cold beer, gulping down everything in one go and finally gathered his courage to take a peek. Yakuza were at the entrance of the street and Nino quickly turned back. “Shit,” he murmured.
“Search the stalls!” he heard one of the yakuza saying irritatedly. “Find him no matter what!”
“Shit!” he hissed under his breath. They will beat the shit out of me! He thought. Just then he caught the first glimpse of one yakuza who was wearing a rather colorful satin shirt -satin shirt? Really?- approaching to the stall where he was sitting. There was absolutely no way he could run. They would definitely catch him the moment he stood up, so he did the first thing that came to his mind.
He pulled the silent guy who was sitting next to him forward and started to kiss him in order to hide his face. At first, Nino could feel the guy's surprise because of the sudden action, and then he felt him try to push him away, struggling. As expected. Anyone would try to push if someone suddenly attacked them with a kiss. Nino broke the kiss only to whisper: “Please, just let me kiss you,” and slammed their lips once again. He hugged the other, pulling him closer to hide his body and face behind him, and he didn’t neglect to look around out of the corner of his eyes.
“Eww…” he heard some people saying. “Go find a room!” some others exclaimed. But Nino didn’t care anything about it. It was expected.
However, what Nino wasn’t expecting was actually enjoying to kissing that unknown guy. Suddenly kissing the unknown guy felt horribly good and as much as he hated to admit it, he started kissing him seriously. Unknown lips felt soft against his own somewhat dried ones, and Nino couldn't help moving his tongue over those soft and well-shaped lips, asking permission for entrance when he hadn't really asked for permission to kiss him in the first place. Though, that and this were different. The permission came within seconds, most probably instinctively and Nino smirked internally. He knew that it wasn’t normal to give permission to someone who forced a kiss on you, but this was Nino and he had quite a bit of experience with kissing. It was one of his abilities besides being able to go into every secured place without being noticed or picking locks, and he was actually proud of that. At least he wasn’t a complete failure as a human.
Nino moved his mouth skillfully as he wanted to urge the silent guy off, although he wasn't as silent now as he was before. Nino could hear the almost inaudible moan escaping from the silent guy, and for a moment it strangely felt good to hear that voice. He stroked behind the silent guy’s teeth softly with his tongue only to earn more sounds from the guy. He might have started to kiss him as a way to hide from yakuza, but now, he was absolutely enjoying the kiss and had almost forgotten about the yakuzas that were chasing him.
However the key word was almost, and as much as Nino wanted that kiss to be longer, he had to check around and secure his escape route. Nino checked the satin shirt guy out of the corner of his eye while still kissing the silent guy. Oh, how much he wanted to return that kiss fully. The silent guy was clinging to his shirt while Nino's hands were lost in his hair.
The satin shirt guy eyed them in disgust and passed them without bothering too much. Nino maneuvered the silent guy’s body to follow the yakuza with his eyes and continued to kiss him until they were away.
When Nino finally broke the kiss both of them were out of breath, but finally Nino had a chance to look at who he had been kissing the entire time.
The silent guy seemed flushed. That was the first thought that came to Nino's mind. He had puffy cheeks and small eyes which looked astonished. His eyes were clouded with desire, almost as if they were asking Nino to keep kissing him, but he didn't have time for it. He let the silent guy's body go and smiled at him sweetly. “Thank you,” he said before leaving the food stall and running in order to make yakuza lose him.
If he hadn't been too distracted by the perfect kiss with the unknown guy, he would have noticed that he’d already messed everything up. But he was already too occupied with the silent guy in his mind, so he only ran with a smile adorning his lips.
***
The hot summer night had started very monotonously for Ohno Satoshi. When he had decided to finally leave work that night, he was exhausted. He left the building of his own company bent forward as if he was carrying the world's weight on his shoulders and threw himself into the first food stall -it was a ramen stall he realized- that he saw. He ordered a cold beer for himself, not really expecting someone to steal it as soon as it was served.
Also, he really wasn’t expecting that beer thief to steal a kiss from him. And oh, God! What a kiss! Ohno didn’t really remember when he last kissed someone. After all, all he did was work, work and work late. He didn’t have time for a relationship. Well, he had his own share of romance with several men and women when he was younger, and some of them were really skilled at kissing (and other things of course) but none of them compared to this.
The man who had kissed him was so soft. That was the first thing Ohno discovered when their skin touched. His dry lips added a roughness to their kiss, but the way the other’s body crawled closer to his body was very soft. The kiss wasn’t forceful, even if it started like that. Ohno gave permission to him almost immediately, to his own surprise. Did he really want to be kissed by someone that badly? However, no matter what, he couldn’t bring himself to hate it. It was almost too good to be true.
When the other’s tongue brushed the back of his teeth, Ohno couldn’t help but moan. It was like he had been set on fire. He felt his own desire building up when the other broke the kiss. Suddenly, Ohno realized that he had almost moved into the other’s lap, and he couldn’t help but blush. When he finally got the chance to look at his kisser’s face he was slightly stunned. He really wasn’t expecting to see a handsome but still cute man with curled lips looking at him. Ohno had to admit that he was cute… But his cuteness was very misleading, Ohno decided. He was sure that adorable face had a very strong personality behind it. He could easily detect it from the stranger’s hands, which were placed on his waist and currently holding him steadily. For a moment, Ohno felt like he was drowning into those brown eyes, but the stranger broke contact, and he left him there with a “Thank you”. Ohno realized he wanted to hear his voice more, watching the stranger run out of the street.
He sighed when the stranger was finally out of his sight. He got up, paid for his half beer and the ramen that he hadn’t touched. He left the stall feeling all eyes on him and he started walking away lazily.
He turned a corner which led him to his usual bus stop. Yes, he was using the bus to get home despite being a CEO, because, well, he didn’t have a driver’s license and he hated to keep his chauffeur since his first daughter had just been born. And he really didn’t see a problem with using the bus anyway. He was a normal human being, after all. When the bus stop finally came into sight, he sighed once again. I will probably never see him again, he thought just before taking a blow to the back of his neck, feeling himself lose consciousness. The last thing that crosses his mind was the warm brown eyes of the stranger and how sweet his kiss was.
***
Nino let out a groan when he finally got into the old building he called home, just as his body ran out of adrenaline. He immediately lay down on the dirty ground not caring about anything. His chest was heaving up and down, and every breath he took burned his lungs. He closed his eyes for a moment to think about that night.
That night's keyword was: almost. Definitely. He almost went into the office and escaped with the money, almost made the yakuza lose track of him, almost had the most perfect kiss in his life. However, he reminded himself, that night's keyword was almost, and Nino failed at almost everything that he had done that night. For the time being, he should at least be happy about the kiss -which was slightly above the other things- and the small bag of money and some other things which he took with him hastily from the safe without enough time to figure out what they were.
It had been the run of his life. Honestly. And he would never ever do it again, he swore to himself while getting up to open the bag. As expected, it contained a bunch of cash and some papers which he didn’t intend to look at. Who would create even more risk by looking at yakuza documents? Not Nino, at least. He was about to take the cash and throw the bag away when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. His phone is vibrating..? What? Nino quickly fished the old phone out of his pocket. He stole the phone almost five years ago from a secondhand shop, so it was definitely older than he originally thought. Why would a thief steal a cell phone for himself? The answer was very simple for Nino: for emergencies. He didn’t have friends or family to contact, but he still kept one with him, if by any chance something happened to him, to contact some friends whom he actually didn’t really trust. But having them was still better than being all alone in a pinch.
But now, having that phone ringing was something very very strange, he thought, not picking it up, but soon he was overwhelmed by the curiosity and answered the call.
Before he could say anything a cold voice reached his ear. “Aren’t you very brave?” Nino flinched at those words.
“Who are you?” he asked cautiously.
He heard a laugh from the other side. “Surprised to hear from us, you little rat? Didn’t your mother teach you not to mess with such esteemed businessmen? Finding you was very easy, thanks to that cute face of yours,” the man continued with a more serious tone. “If you value your friend’s life, come to the old paper factory in Yashio with everything you stole from us,” and before Nino could utter a word, the line was cut off.
He looked at the screen for a whole minute, trying to figure out what to do, and wondering about this ‘friend’ whom he had no idea about. He was confused, as well as scared, but he was a thief with policy, and of course his policy didn’t let him lie back and let those yakuza do whatever they wanted to that so-called friend. Of course! Nino was just a thief. Not a murderer. Even if he wasn’t involved in the actual murder, he would still feel guilty. Knowing that he could have saved an innocent person would be enough to drown him in despair for the rest of his life.
Yes, he should at least save him. That moment he added one more rule to his policy.
1 - Don’t steal from old people.
2 - Don’t steal things you don’t need.
3 - Don’t work on weekends.
4 - Don’t let anyone die in your place (even if you have no idea who is it).
***
When Ohno opened his eyes again he grimaced because of the pain in the back of his neck. He wasn’t really sure what had happened, but when he tried to move his limbs, he realized that he was tied down to a chair.
“Oh! You are finally awake!” He looked towards the source of the voice to see a bunch of scary looking men. Tattoos, his brain registered. They are yakuza. “Ain’t you a small brave rat?!” The man who seemed to be higher-ranked than the others closed in on him, holding his slightly long hair firmly and pulling it back in order to look at Ohno’s face. “To think that you and your stupid friend could get away with robbing the first office of the Oida Household… You are way too brave for your own good.”
Ohno was confused. Robbing? Friend? What was going around here? “What friend?” he asked, hoping that they would understand that whoever they were talking about, Ohno certainly didn’t know them. “I am sorry, but you must have gotten the wrong-”
“Don’t you dare play dumb! We saw you!!” the man growled.
Ohno blinked in surprise. He was too taken aback by everything around him. “I am certain that you are mistaking me for someone else-”
“Sure, kissing in order to avoid us was a good plan. Too bad that you got noticed,” another man said, cutting him off.
Kiss? Could it be?
“Say, were you waiting for him there? What a good plan! That rat sure thinks that he is smart,” the man continued angrily. Ohno groaned. Apparently, today was not his lucky day; wrong place, wrong time. He wanted to punch his self from some hours ago, who enjoyed that kiss.
“But I really don’t know who it is!” Ohno continued to explain. “Actually, I am the victim here!” There was no way he was going to give up before even fighting.
“You totally got the wrong person there!” A sudden loud voice made the room go silent. Ohno blinked in surprise as he recognized the voice. It was the same voice who thanked him a few hours ago… Ohno’s eyes grew wide with the sudden realization. Did he come for him?
“You son of a-!” Soon all the yakuza were turned to the man, who looked awfully small in front of those overly muscular men.
“What? This son of a bitch almost ditched you. And what kind of idiots are you? This is not even my friend.” The man clicked his tongue, and Ohno’s jaw dropped. Was he really aware that he was talking to yakuza?! “Too bad you’re simply too stupid to understand that.”
“What?!” the yakuza growled.
The guy smirked. “Did I step on your tail?”
Apparently, the guy was asking for his death sentence, and soon the scene turned out as Ohno expected. A bunch of angry and very muscular men attacked the smaller one, beating the shit out of him. Literally. A very strong punch landed on the smaller man’s stomach and even Ohno felt the pain in his own.
Ohno had loved Bruce Lee movies and he liked to watch those kinds of action movies when he was younger. Well, he still liked Bruce Lee movies but that was not important right now. Basically, he was a typical boy who watched those movies excitedly. However, this was the first time he had seen a serious fight -a very serious one if he needed to be more specific- and honestly, even the most realistic action movie seemed kind of fake now. He really didn’t know how long he watched the men beat up the smaller man, but he had an idea how painful it must be. He wanted to help the other one, not knowing what to do or how to do it. He bit his lower lip as he started to struggle with the ropes around his wrist and his chest. He tried to ignore the fact that he would be as useless as the other man if he managed to untie the ropes and go to help him in the fight.
And what the hell was he even thinking by provoking the yakuza like that? Wouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t he be begging them to forgive him and such? It’s either the other man was crazy or he simply wanted to die. Ohno could still hear the pained cries of the other man who was getting beaten up, and he really, really hated to hear them. He needed to do something, but what? His ties were stronger than he had thought and he could feel the pain in his wrists, though he was sure that the other man was in more pain.
Suddenly Ohno heard police sirens. He blinked a few times before he could understand what that meant. He looked around him, already seeing the reflections of the police lights. He wanted to scream his gratefulness to God or whoever had called the police.
“Shit! Who called the police!?” a yakuza asked, panic obvious in his voice.
“Do you think it was him?!” Another one pointed to the small man, who was lying on the ground. His left arm was turned in a weird angle and Ohno somehow knew that it must be broken even from that distance. The man seemed smaller than before and Ohno felt his heart ache at the sight, which was horribly wrong. He should be angry, not sorry for him. He was there because of that man when he had nothing with the whole situation. He was a pure victim. But he came for me, he thought, already forgiving the other before he could even understand himself.
“Let’s run away,” another yakuza interrupted him. “The police will catch him. He is a thief, so there’s no way he can run.” Somehow, they seemed to forget Ohno’s presence, which he was grateful for, and he had no intention to remind them himself. Occasionally, he was glad for his ability to be invisible.
Others nodded. He must be a bit higher than the others, Ohno concluded. With one last kick to the smaller man’s stomach, they hurried outside.
Ohno exhaled a relieved breath, only to realize that it wasn’t over. He was still tied to a chair and the other man was lying almost lifeless on the ground. But soon he saw the other moving with difficulty. He coughed, groaned and spat the blood in his mouth onto the floor. He started to drag his body closer to Ohno with difficulty. It was obvious that the other man was in pain. He shuffled around his pocket and took out a pocketknife to cut through Ohno’s ropes.
“Sorry,” he murmured, his voice cracking a bit. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this,” he continued as he tried his best to be quick and cut the ropes.
As soon as the ropes came loose, the man fell onto his side as if he had used the last bit of his strength, his eyes drooping. “Run,” the other ordered before he closed his eyes completely.
Ohno quickly untied the remaining ropes around his legs and he stood up, only to stand there like a lost kid for a few seconds. He knew he should run. He had nothing to do with any of this. He should run and pretend that nothing had happened. He should just forget about today. But Ohno hesitated. He hesitated to leave that man behind, who stole his kiss on that very night. He took a deep breath and knelt next to the man, placing his probably healthy arm around his neck, and he secured his body by holding him firmly around his waist. The other opened his eyes and looked deeply into Ohno’s eyes, questioning his intentions.
Ohno tried to smile, probably failing a bit. He didn’t know what to do with him, and well, there was also the fact that the other man was obviously a thief. Ohno really had no idea what the police would do if they caught him helping a thief, but he refused to leave him behind. So he tried his best to hurry outside.
When he reached somewhere considerably safe, Ohno tried to shake the other man awake, wanting to ask where they were, but apparently the other lost his consciousness a little while ago.
Ohno took out his phone from his jacket, carefully. He bit his lower lip. Who should he call? His secretary? No, MatsuJun would definitely be too furious about helping a thief. So he decided to call his best friend: Aiba Masaki, who would react a bit more positively to his situation than others might. He was also sure that Aiba would pick up his phone. He always picked up his phone, no matter whenever, wherever or whatever. Sometimes they mocked him about it, but today, he was glad for that habit of his. And well, he knew that Aiba would never abandon someone who was injured, Ohno thought guiltily. He wouldn’t lose anything for betting on The Good Guy Aiba, after all.
“Aiba-chan,” he started as soon as the other answered the phone. “I sent you a location. Can you come to pick me up? Well… I kind of got into trouble.”
Part 2
Pairing/Focus: Nino/Ohno, Sho/Aiba (side)
Rating: pg-13
Word Count: ~23.000
Warnings: swearing, theft, mild injuries
Summary: Ninomiya Kazunari was a thief with a policy. He wouldn't steal from old people, he wouldn't rob on weekends and he wouldn't steal anything that he didn't need. However, one careless mistake would turn his life upside down.
Notes: This was originally written in ninoexchange for
duckyshimetai I'm horribly late to post it out lolShit shit shit! Nino thought while running like crazy. His lungs were on fire as well as his legs, but there was simply no way he could stop.
Could his day turn out worse? Most likely impossible, since it was already the worst. Because he was such a stupid man. Realizing that you tried to rob a yakuza office after they started to chase you was simply and truly the stupidest thing he had ever done in his life. So, of course, there was no way he could stop running. Not when a bunch of scary looking yakuza were running after him. However, he also knew that his legs won't hold out for long. He was already out of breath and simply, everything seemed to get worse and worse.
He needed to think. And he should also be quick about it. Instinctively Nino clutched the bag he took with him. He really didn’t have much idea what was inside the bag but he knew there was money in it. He should have double checked the office but no! Because he had to be that arrogant about it. Nino groaned internally. Still… Why the hell did he even try to rob a yakuza office?! Oh, of course! It was all about money, he reminded himself one more time. A good reason in his opinion, but not this time. He was usually a careful and skilled thief. Stealing things was wrong and he knew that, but he had given up caring about it long ago. To Nino, theft turned out a simple subsistence. And a good one, since he never had problems about where to find money. There was a bunch of people who earned money way more illegally than Nino did. So he really didn't think it was wrong of him to steal. He usually went in, stole what he wanted and sneaked out before anything could happen. His profession was a simple one with easy money. Well, probably saying “it was” would be more accurate in his current situation. He should be running instead of thinking. Good thing that Nino was one of the fastest thieves in Japan. He was actually quite famous for his skills, though of course it wasn't like he liked to brag about it (well, he actually did brag about it, but that wasn't the case now). Or what was more likely was that he was famous because of his policy. Nino believed even being a thief required its own policy. So when he started theft, he decided a few things and named them as his policy: He wouldn’t rob elderly people, he wouldn’t rob on weekends, and of course, he wouldn’t steal anything he didn’t need. He was fast and skilled but lacked enthusiasm. Yes, he was that famous Lazy Thief Nino.
At least, he thought, no one can accuse me of being lazy after running this much.
He could hear the shouts of the yakuza behind him. “Damn, you are too persistent!” Nino managed to curse under his breath as he turned a corner and threw himself into the crowded street. People were eyeing him shortly before they turned their eyes to the other madmen who were chasing Nino. “Won’t you give up!?” Nino whined. He had no idea what to do and he was honestly tired. He had limited stamina after all! And it wasn’t like he could use some stamina potions like in games. That’s why he usually preferred to live in energy saving mode.
He turned another corner to see a lot of food stalls lined up along the whole street. Hell yeah, Nino thought as if he had won the lottery, and he quickly threw himself into one ramen stall, surprising the quiet salarymen and the chef. He quickly sat in one of the chairs and tried to catch his breath and look like one of them. Of course, his black t-shirt which was currently drenched in sweat and his old worn out black jeans didn’t help the situation. He greeted the confused chef sheepishly and took the beer of the guy who was sitting next to him. He took a generous sip from the cold beer, gulping down everything in one go and finally gathered his courage to take a peek. Yakuza were at the entrance of the street and Nino quickly turned back. “Shit,” he murmured.
“Search the stalls!” he heard one of the yakuza saying irritatedly. “Find him no matter what!”
“Shit!” he hissed under his breath. They will beat the shit out of me! He thought. Just then he caught the first glimpse of one yakuza who was wearing a rather colorful satin shirt -satin shirt? Really?- approaching to the stall where he was sitting. There was absolutely no way he could run. They would definitely catch him the moment he stood up, so he did the first thing that came to his mind.
He pulled the silent guy who was sitting next to him forward and started to kiss him in order to hide his face. At first, Nino could feel the guy's surprise because of the sudden action, and then he felt him try to push him away, struggling. As expected. Anyone would try to push if someone suddenly attacked them with a kiss. Nino broke the kiss only to whisper: “Please, just let me kiss you,” and slammed their lips once again. He hugged the other, pulling him closer to hide his body and face behind him, and he didn’t neglect to look around out of the corner of his eyes.
“Eww…” he heard some people saying. “Go find a room!” some others exclaimed. But Nino didn’t care anything about it. It was expected.
However, what Nino wasn’t expecting was actually enjoying to kissing that unknown guy. Suddenly kissing the unknown guy felt horribly good and as much as he hated to admit it, he started kissing him seriously. Unknown lips felt soft against his own somewhat dried ones, and Nino couldn't help moving his tongue over those soft and well-shaped lips, asking permission for entrance when he hadn't really asked for permission to kiss him in the first place. Though, that and this were different. The permission came within seconds, most probably instinctively and Nino smirked internally. He knew that it wasn’t normal to give permission to someone who forced a kiss on you, but this was Nino and he had quite a bit of experience with kissing. It was one of his abilities besides being able to go into every secured place without being noticed or picking locks, and he was actually proud of that. At least he wasn’t a complete failure as a human.
Nino moved his mouth skillfully as he wanted to urge the silent guy off, although he wasn't as silent now as he was before. Nino could hear the almost inaudible moan escaping from the silent guy, and for a moment it strangely felt good to hear that voice. He stroked behind the silent guy’s teeth softly with his tongue only to earn more sounds from the guy. He might have started to kiss him as a way to hide from yakuza, but now, he was absolutely enjoying the kiss and had almost forgotten about the yakuzas that were chasing him.
However the key word was almost, and as much as Nino wanted that kiss to be longer, he had to check around and secure his escape route. Nino checked the satin shirt guy out of the corner of his eye while still kissing the silent guy. Oh, how much he wanted to return that kiss fully. The silent guy was clinging to his shirt while Nino's hands were lost in his hair.
The satin shirt guy eyed them in disgust and passed them without bothering too much. Nino maneuvered the silent guy’s body to follow the yakuza with his eyes and continued to kiss him until they were away.
When Nino finally broke the kiss both of them were out of breath, but finally Nino had a chance to look at who he had been kissing the entire time.
The silent guy seemed flushed. That was the first thought that came to Nino's mind. He had puffy cheeks and small eyes which looked astonished. His eyes were clouded with desire, almost as if they were asking Nino to keep kissing him, but he didn't have time for it. He let the silent guy's body go and smiled at him sweetly. “Thank you,” he said before leaving the food stall and running in order to make yakuza lose him.
If he hadn't been too distracted by the perfect kiss with the unknown guy, he would have noticed that he’d already messed everything up. But he was already too occupied with the silent guy in his mind, so he only ran with a smile adorning his lips.
***
The hot summer night had started very monotonously for Ohno Satoshi. When he had decided to finally leave work that night, he was exhausted. He left the building of his own company bent forward as if he was carrying the world's weight on his shoulders and threw himself into the first food stall -it was a ramen stall he realized- that he saw. He ordered a cold beer for himself, not really expecting someone to steal it as soon as it was served.
Also, he really wasn’t expecting that beer thief to steal a kiss from him. And oh, God! What a kiss! Ohno didn’t really remember when he last kissed someone. After all, all he did was work, work and work late. He didn’t have time for a relationship. Well, he had his own share of romance with several men and women when he was younger, and some of them were really skilled at kissing (and other things of course) but none of them compared to this.
The man who had kissed him was so soft. That was the first thing Ohno discovered when their skin touched. His dry lips added a roughness to their kiss, but the way the other’s body crawled closer to his body was very soft. The kiss wasn’t forceful, even if it started like that. Ohno gave permission to him almost immediately, to his own surprise. Did he really want to be kissed by someone that badly? However, no matter what, he couldn’t bring himself to hate it. It was almost too good to be true.
When the other’s tongue brushed the back of his teeth, Ohno couldn’t help but moan. It was like he had been set on fire. He felt his own desire building up when the other broke the kiss. Suddenly, Ohno realized that he had almost moved into the other’s lap, and he couldn’t help but blush. When he finally got the chance to look at his kisser’s face he was slightly stunned. He really wasn’t expecting to see a handsome but still cute man with curled lips looking at him. Ohno had to admit that he was cute… But his cuteness was very misleading, Ohno decided. He was sure that adorable face had a very strong personality behind it. He could easily detect it from the stranger’s hands, which were placed on his waist and currently holding him steadily. For a moment, Ohno felt like he was drowning into those brown eyes, but the stranger broke contact, and he left him there with a “Thank you”. Ohno realized he wanted to hear his voice more, watching the stranger run out of the street.
He sighed when the stranger was finally out of his sight. He got up, paid for his half beer and the ramen that he hadn’t touched. He left the stall feeling all eyes on him and he started walking away lazily.
He turned a corner which led him to his usual bus stop. Yes, he was using the bus to get home despite being a CEO, because, well, he didn’t have a driver’s license and he hated to keep his chauffeur since his first daughter had just been born. And he really didn’t see a problem with using the bus anyway. He was a normal human being, after all. When the bus stop finally came into sight, he sighed once again. I will probably never see him again, he thought just before taking a blow to the back of his neck, feeling himself lose consciousness. The last thing that crosses his mind was the warm brown eyes of the stranger and how sweet his kiss was.
***
Nino let out a groan when he finally got into the old building he called home, just as his body ran out of adrenaline. He immediately lay down on the dirty ground not caring about anything. His chest was heaving up and down, and every breath he took burned his lungs. He closed his eyes for a moment to think about that night.
That night's keyword was: almost. Definitely. He almost went into the office and escaped with the money, almost made the yakuza lose track of him, almost had the most perfect kiss in his life. However, he reminded himself, that night's keyword was almost, and Nino failed at almost everything that he had done that night. For the time being, he should at least be happy about the kiss -which was slightly above the other things- and the small bag of money and some other things which he took with him hastily from the safe without enough time to figure out what they were.
It had been the run of his life. Honestly. And he would never ever do it again, he swore to himself while getting up to open the bag. As expected, it contained a bunch of cash and some papers which he didn’t intend to look at. Who would create even more risk by looking at yakuza documents? Not Nino, at least. He was about to take the cash and throw the bag away when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. His phone is vibrating..? What? Nino quickly fished the old phone out of his pocket. He stole the phone almost five years ago from a secondhand shop, so it was definitely older than he originally thought. Why would a thief steal a cell phone for himself? The answer was very simple for Nino: for emergencies. He didn’t have friends or family to contact, but he still kept one with him, if by any chance something happened to him, to contact some friends whom he actually didn’t really trust. But having them was still better than being all alone in a pinch.
But now, having that phone ringing was something very very strange, he thought, not picking it up, but soon he was overwhelmed by the curiosity and answered the call.
Before he could say anything a cold voice reached his ear. “Aren’t you very brave?” Nino flinched at those words.
“Who are you?” he asked cautiously.
He heard a laugh from the other side. “Surprised to hear from us, you little rat? Didn’t your mother teach you not to mess with such esteemed businessmen? Finding you was very easy, thanks to that cute face of yours,” the man continued with a more serious tone. “If you value your friend’s life, come to the old paper factory in Yashio with everything you stole from us,” and before Nino could utter a word, the line was cut off.
He looked at the screen for a whole minute, trying to figure out what to do, and wondering about this ‘friend’ whom he had no idea about. He was confused, as well as scared, but he was a thief with policy, and of course his policy didn’t let him lie back and let those yakuza do whatever they wanted to that so-called friend. Of course! Nino was just a thief. Not a murderer. Even if he wasn’t involved in the actual murder, he would still feel guilty. Knowing that he could have saved an innocent person would be enough to drown him in despair for the rest of his life.
Yes, he should at least save him. That moment he added one more rule to his policy.
1 - Don’t steal from old people.
2 - Don’t steal things you don’t need.
3 - Don’t work on weekends.
4 - Don’t let anyone die in your place (even if you have no idea who is it).
***
When Ohno opened his eyes again he grimaced because of the pain in the back of his neck. He wasn’t really sure what had happened, but when he tried to move his limbs, he realized that he was tied down to a chair.
“Oh! You are finally awake!” He looked towards the source of the voice to see a bunch of scary looking men. Tattoos, his brain registered. They are yakuza. “Ain’t you a small brave rat?!” The man who seemed to be higher-ranked than the others closed in on him, holding his slightly long hair firmly and pulling it back in order to look at Ohno’s face. “To think that you and your stupid friend could get away with robbing the first office of the Oida Household… You are way too brave for your own good.”
Ohno was confused. Robbing? Friend? What was going around here? “What friend?” he asked, hoping that they would understand that whoever they were talking about, Ohno certainly didn’t know them. “I am sorry, but you must have gotten the wrong-”
“Don’t you dare play dumb! We saw you!!” the man growled.
Ohno blinked in surprise. He was too taken aback by everything around him. “I am certain that you are mistaking me for someone else-”
“Sure, kissing in order to avoid us was a good plan. Too bad that you got noticed,” another man said, cutting him off.
Kiss? Could it be?
“Say, were you waiting for him there? What a good plan! That rat sure thinks that he is smart,” the man continued angrily. Ohno groaned. Apparently, today was not his lucky day; wrong place, wrong time. He wanted to punch his self from some hours ago, who enjoyed that kiss.
“But I really don’t know who it is!” Ohno continued to explain. “Actually, I am the victim here!” There was no way he was going to give up before even fighting.
“You totally got the wrong person there!” A sudden loud voice made the room go silent. Ohno blinked in surprise as he recognized the voice. It was the same voice who thanked him a few hours ago… Ohno’s eyes grew wide with the sudden realization. Did he come for him?
“You son of a-!” Soon all the yakuza were turned to the man, who looked awfully small in front of those overly muscular men.
“What? This son of a bitch almost ditched you. And what kind of idiots are you? This is not even my friend.” The man clicked his tongue, and Ohno’s jaw dropped. Was he really aware that he was talking to yakuza?! “Too bad you’re simply too stupid to understand that.”
“What?!” the yakuza growled.
The guy smirked. “Did I step on your tail?”
Apparently, the guy was asking for his death sentence, and soon the scene turned out as Ohno expected. A bunch of angry and very muscular men attacked the smaller one, beating the shit out of him. Literally. A very strong punch landed on the smaller man’s stomach and even Ohno felt the pain in his own.
Ohno had loved Bruce Lee movies and he liked to watch those kinds of action movies when he was younger. Well, he still liked Bruce Lee movies but that was not important right now. Basically, he was a typical boy who watched those movies excitedly. However, this was the first time he had seen a serious fight -a very serious one if he needed to be more specific- and honestly, even the most realistic action movie seemed kind of fake now. He really didn’t know how long he watched the men beat up the smaller man, but he had an idea how painful it must be. He wanted to help the other one, not knowing what to do or how to do it. He bit his lower lip as he started to struggle with the ropes around his wrist and his chest. He tried to ignore the fact that he would be as useless as the other man if he managed to untie the ropes and go to help him in the fight.
And what the hell was he even thinking by provoking the yakuza like that? Wouldn’t it be the other way around? Shouldn’t he be begging them to forgive him and such? It’s either the other man was crazy or he simply wanted to die. Ohno could still hear the pained cries of the other man who was getting beaten up, and he really, really hated to hear them. He needed to do something, but what? His ties were stronger than he had thought and he could feel the pain in his wrists, though he was sure that the other man was in more pain.
Suddenly Ohno heard police sirens. He blinked a few times before he could understand what that meant. He looked around him, already seeing the reflections of the police lights. He wanted to scream his gratefulness to God or whoever had called the police.
“Shit! Who called the police!?” a yakuza asked, panic obvious in his voice.
“Do you think it was him?!” Another one pointed to the small man, who was lying on the ground. His left arm was turned in a weird angle and Ohno somehow knew that it must be broken even from that distance. The man seemed smaller than before and Ohno felt his heart ache at the sight, which was horribly wrong. He should be angry, not sorry for him. He was there because of that man when he had nothing with the whole situation. He was a pure victim. But he came for me, he thought, already forgiving the other before he could even understand himself.
“Let’s run away,” another yakuza interrupted him. “The police will catch him. He is a thief, so there’s no way he can run.” Somehow, they seemed to forget Ohno’s presence, which he was grateful for, and he had no intention to remind them himself. Occasionally, he was glad for his ability to be invisible.
Others nodded. He must be a bit higher than the others, Ohno concluded. With one last kick to the smaller man’s stomach, they hurried outside.
Ohno exhaled a relieved breath, only to realize that it wasn’t over. He was still tied to a chair and the other man was lying almost lifeless on the ground. But soon he saw the other moving with difficulty. He coughed, groaned and spat the blood in his mouth onto the floor. He started to drag his body closer to Ohno with difficulty. It was obvious that the other man was in pain. He shuffled around his pocket and took out a pocketknife to cut through Ohno’s ropes.
“Sorry,” he murmured, his voice cracking a bit. “I didn’t mean to drag you into this,” he continued as he tried his best to be quick and cut the ropes.
As soon as the ropes came loose, the man fell onto his side as if he had used the last bit of his strength, his eyes drooping. “Run,” the other ordered before he closed his eyes completely.
Ohno quickly untied the remaining ropes around his legs and he stood up, only to stand there like a lost kid for a few seconds. He knew he should run. He had nothing to do with any of this. He should run and pretend that nothing had happened. He should just forget about today. But Ohno hesitated. He hesitated to leave that man behind, who stole his kiss on that very night. He took a deep breath and knelt next to the man, placing his probably healthy arm around his neck, and he secured his body by holding him firmly around his waist. The other opened his eyes and looked deeply into Ohno’s eyes, questioning his intentions.
Ohno tried to smile, probably failing a bit. He didn’t know what to do with him, and well, there was also the fact that the other man was obviously a thief. Ohno really had no idea what the police would do if they caught him helping a thief, but he refused to leave him behind. So he tried his best to hurry outside.
When he reached somewhere considerably safe, Ohno tried to shake the other man awake, wanting to ask where they were, but apparently the other lost his consciousness a little while ago.
Ohno took out his phone from his jacket, carefully. He bit his lower lip. Who should he call? His secretary? No, MatsuJun would definitely be too furious about helping a thief. So he decided to call his best friend: Aiba Masaki, who would react a bit more positively to his situation than others might. He was also sure that Aiba would pick up his phone. He always picked up his phone, no matter whenever, wherever or whatever. Sometimes they mocked him about it, but today, he was glad for that habit of his. And well, he knew that Aiba would never abandon someone who was injured, Ohno thought guiltily. He wouldn’t lose anything for betting on The Good Guy Aiba, after all.
“Aiba-chan,” he started as soon as the other answered the phone. “I sent you a location. Can you come to pick me up? Well… I kind of got into trouble.”
Part 2
