675 words i also love to cry, so why am I giggling?
Suga flipped through the folder on the passenger seat of his car for the hundredth time. It was thin, dangerously thin when it was supposed to contain all pertinent personal information on his target, and it definitely didn’t say anything about this. He was 500 meters away, and even from that distance he could see that the photograph he had didn’t do the man justice. The photograph in question was grainy, low resolution and shot from the angle of an elevator security camera. Half his face was obscured, and he never would have guessed just how stupidly handsome his target was. This called for a change of plans.
He put the binoculars back in the glovebox along with the file and got out of the car. It was a black sedan, boring and nondescript and perfect for going unnoticed. Suga, himself, had attempted to dress down as well, to blend into the business casual attire that this street called for during midweek lunch breaks, and if his jacket looked a little too high end he hoped no one would notice. His target had just gotten his coffee and he was sipping it, sitting at one of the small tables that lined the sidewalk.
Sure, he could have easily watched from a distance, even without the binoculars it would have been simple, but where was the fun in that? He rarely got to indulge himself in his work, and there seemed to be nothing threatening about this target.
When he approached he purposely tripped on a crack in the sidewalk, catching himself on the edge of the man’s table, when he looked over he smiled his brightest smile.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Suga greeted, dusting off the knee of his slacks where it had hit the pavement.
“It’s no trouble.” The man replied, “Are you alright?” He was more handsome up close, his dark hair falling into his eyes, and Suga let himself blush a little.
“Yes, I’m fine, just hit the crack there.” He put weight on his knee and winced slightly, an act.
“You should sit down.” The man replied, and looked pointedly at the knee Suga was favoring.
“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to bother you.” Suga smiled again and the man nodded and gestured towards the empty chair at his table.
Suga sat, and once settled held out his hand. “I’m Sugawara Koushi, nice to meet you. Thank you again.” Another calculated risk, using his full name, but the man would be dead by sunset, so it wouldn’t matter.
“Kageyama Tobio.” He replied and Suga nodded politely. So that clears it up, for certain. There was no doubt that this man was his target. He almost wished he’d been contracted for a close kill, something intimate, discreet, preferably involving less clothing, but the sniper rifle in his trunk said otherwise, and he wasn’t going to do more than his pay grade, no matter how enticing the idea was.
They spoke for a few minutes, polite chit chat. Suga flirted shamelessly and Kageyama blushed more than once in response. When Kageyama excused himself, back to work for the afternoon, Suga took his leave as well, and went back to his car.
He parked in a parking garage, three hundred meters across the road from where Kageyama would be walking in a few hours time. It was nearing dark when he assembled his rifle, twisting on the silencer, and set himself up discreetly.
He spared a last glance through the binoculars as Kageyama left the office alone, hefting his bag over his shoulder, and set off towards his car.
When he looked through the scope, though, he didn’t hesitate, and the silenced rifle was so quiet he doubted anyone would hear it over the wind. He didn’t spare a second glance for the dead man on the sidewalk, he packed the rifle quickly away and headed to the safe house.
It really was a shame, though, he was handsome. He’d have to bug his employers to get better target photos from now on.
FILL Team: Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Rated: M
675 words
i also love to cry, so why am I giggling?
Suga flipped through the folder on the passenger seat of his car for the hundredth time. It was thin, dangerously thin when it was supposed to contain all pertinent personal information on his target, and it definitely didn’t say anything about this. He was 500 meters away, and even from that distance he could see that the photograph he had didn’t do the man justice. The photograph in question was grainy, low resolution and shot from the angle of an elevator security camera. Half his face was obscured, and he never would have guessed just how stupidly handsome his target was. This called for a change of plans.
He put the binoculars back in the glovebox along with the file and got out of the car. It was a black sedan, boring and nondescript and perfect for going unnoticed. Suga, himself, had attempted to dress down as well, to blend into the business casual attire that this street called for during midweek lunch breaks, and if his jacket looked a little too high end he hoped no one would notice. His target had just gotten his coffee and he was sipping it, sitting at one of the small tables that lined the sidewalk.
Sure, he could have easily watched from a distance, even without the binoculars it would have been simple, but where was the fun in that? He rarely got to indulge himself in his work, and there seemed to be nothing threatening about this target.
When he approached he purposely tripped on a crack in the sidewalk, catching himself on the edge of the man’s table, when he looked over he smiled his brightest smile.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Suga greeted, dusting off the knee of his slacks where it had hit the pavement.
“It’s no trouble.” The man replied, “Are you alright?” He was more handsome up close, his dark hair falling into his eyes, and Suga let himself blush a little.
“Yes, I’m fine, just hit the crack there.” He put weight on his knee and winced slightly, an act.
“You should sit down.” The man replied, and looked pointedly at the knee Suga was favoring.
“Are you sure? I wouldn’t want to bother you.” Suga smiled again and the man nodded and gestured towards the empty chair at his table.
Suga sat, and once settled held out his hand. “I’m Sugawara Koushi, nice to meet you. Thank you again.” Another calculated risk, using his full name, but the man would be dead by sunset, so it wouldn’t matter.
“Kageyama Tobio.” He replied and Suga nodded politely. So that clears it up, for certain. There was no doubt that this man was his target. He almost wished he’d been contracted for a close kill, something intimate, discreet, preferably involving less clothing, but the sniper rifle in his trunk said otherwise, and he wasn’t going to do more than his pay grade, no matter how enticing the idea was.
They spoke for a few minutes, polite chit chat. Suga flirted shamelessly and Kageyama blushed more than once in response. When Kageyama excused himself, back to work for the afternoon, Suga took his leave as well, and went back to his car.
He parked in a parking garage, three hundred meters across the road from where Kageyama would be walking in a few hours time. It was nearing dark when he assembled his rifle, twisting on the silencer, and set himself up discreetly.
He spared a last glance through the binoculars as Kageyama left the office alone, hefting his bag over his shoulder, and set off towards his car.
When he looked through the scope, though, he didn’t hesitate, and the silenced rifle was so quiet he doubted anyone would hear it over the wind. He didn’t spare a second glance for the dead man on the sidewalk, he packed the rifle quickly away and headed to the safe house.
It really was a shame, though, he was handsome. He’d have to bug his employers to get better target photos from now on.