“Are you done yet, Sae? We need to be out of there yesterday.” Kiyoko’s voice was scratchy over the comms but Hitoka jumped slightly at the noise. She sat in their surveillance van, hunched in front of as many monitors as they could fit in such a small space. She could see the grainy image of Saeko on one of the screens. It was a feed she’d hacked from the embassy’s own system. Their security was surprisingly lax, for a building that regularly housed foreign dignitaries,
Kiyoko was visible on another screen, this one in higher quality, as the feed came from one of their own cameras set up by Yui a few days prior. She was wearing a dark blue suit, her hair tied up at the back of her head, and she held a suitcase. She was the image of beauty and importance, even through a computer monitor.
“I’m uh, a little busy here, girls.” Saeko answered at last, and Hitoka could vaguely see the shape of the naked man tied up at her feet, mostly a grainy blur.
“Saeko-san, you, um, only needed to get the file from him, not, umm…” Hitoka said, unsure how to word the rest.
“Saeko. Get your ass out here now.” Kiyoko’s voice was stern and Hitoka looked back to the screen to see she was now standing with one hand on her hip. The people around her still noticed her, of course, but she put of an air of intimidation that made them afraid to approach. Hitoka was afraid to even speak to her.
“Ugh, fine! I’m on my way.” Hitoka watched as she straightened her dress, pulling it down further on her thighs so it was almost at an appropriate length, and snatched the file off the Ambassador’s desk.
“What about him?” Hitoka asked.
“I’m sure someone will find him. He likes it anyways.” She shut the door behind her and left the sight of that camera. Hitoka watched her progress through the embassy, and watched the eyes of the other patrons follow her. She held her head high, looking every bit as if she belonged there.
The knock on the back of the van scared Hitoka so much she nearly fell out of her chair. The door opened quickly and Kiyoko climbed in.
“She out yet?” She asked, yanking the small earpiece from her ear.
“A-almost!” Hitoka said, glancing between where Kiyoko was pulling off her high heels and the monitors where Saeko was making her exit. Kiyoko crossed the cramped space with a few near silent steps and rested a hand on Hitoka’s shoulder. She tried not to jump.
“Hey, you can take a breath, we did it.” Kiyoko said, moving her hand from Hitoka’s shoulder to the side of her neck and squeezing gently. Hitoka moved against her hand almost subconsciously.
She took an unsteady breath, deep through her nose and out through her mouth. “Thank you.”
Kiyoko bent down and kissed her cheek quickly. “You did so good today. I can’t wait to crawl into bed. I’m so tired.”
FILL Team: Nishinoya Yuu/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Rated: T
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“Are you done yet, Sae? We need to be out of there yesterday.” Kiyoko’s voice was scratchy over the comms but Hitoka jumped slightly at the noise. She sat in their surveillance van, hunched in front of as many monitors as they could fit in such a small space. She could see the grainy image of Saeko on one of the screens. It was a feed she’d hacked from the embassy’s own system. Their security was surprisingly lax, for a building that regularly housed foreign dignitaries,
Kiyoko was visible on another screen, this one in higher quality, as the feed came from one of their own cameras set up by Yui a few days prior. She was wearing a dark blue suit, her hair tied up at the back of her head, and she held a suitcase. She was the image of beauty and importance, even through a computer monitor.
“I’m uh, a little busy here, girls.” Saeko answered at last, and Hitoka could vaguely see the shape of the naked man tied up at her feet, mostly a grainy blur.
“Saeko-san, you, um, only needed to get the file from him, not, umm…” Hitoka said, unsure how to word the rest.
“Saeko. Get your ass out here now.” Kiyoko’s voice was stern and Hitoka looked back to the screen to see she was now standing with one hand on her hip. The people around her still noticed her, of course, but she put of an air of intimidation that made them afraid to approach. Hitoka was afraid to even speak to her.
“Ugh, fine! I’m on my way.” Hitoka watched as she straightened her dress, pulling it down further on her thighs so it was almost at an appropriate length, and snatched the file off the Ambassador’s desk.
“What about him?” Hitoka asked.
“I’m sure someone will find him. He likes it anyways.” She shut the door behind her and left the sight of that camera. Hitoka watched her progress through the embassy, and watched the eyes of the other patrons follow her. She held her head high, looking every bit as if she belonged there.
The knock on the back of the van scared Hitoka so much she nearly fell out of her chair. The door opened quickly and Kiyoko climbed in.
“She out yet?” She asked, yanking the small earpiece from her ear.
“A-almost!” Hitoka said, glancing between where Kiyoko was pulling off her high heels and the monitors where Saeko was making her exit. Kiyoko crossed the cramped space with a few near silent steps and rested a hand on Hitoka’s shoulder. She tried not to jump.
“Hey, you can take a breath, we did it.” Kiyoko said, moving her hand from Hitoka’s shoulder to the side of her neck and squeezing gently. Hitoka moved against her hand almost subconsciously.
She took an unsteady breath, deep through her nose and out through her mouth. “Thank you.”
Kiyoko bent down and kissed her cheek quickly. “You did so good today. I can’t wait to crawl into bed. I’m so tired.”
Hitoka nodded. “Me too. It’s been a long night.”