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[curtainedknives]

Danger

@shiinsetsu

One... two... three. They both lifted the cupboard as quietly as possible, slowly and carefully moving it out of the way and it was going well too--- until a single shelf from inside seemed to slide against itself and dropped hard to the floor, the sound rattling out through the broken doorway.

Shit.

The footsteps below stopped and suddenly silence seized the building, every breath an overbearing noise before finally, Salim took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and with a nod, he prompted them to drop the wooden container. It hadn’t even touched the ground before there was a thundering of footsteps from below marking the ascent of a troupe of thugs. The agent was already grabbing his accomplice’s arm, pulling him fiercely towards the exit which lead them to a flat roof, his wide eyes scrutinising every corner for a safe escape and they finally locked eyes on one down the fire escape... but it didn’t look like it had passed a health and safety check in decades. It would have to do, however.

“This way!!!”, he motioned the writer towards it, before turning back towards the door and grasping for a makeshift weapon to arm himself with – they were on the group’s turf and they had to be ready for anything, so a very unsturdy broken pipe had to suffice. Turning back towards their only salvation, they lowered themselves onto the tired looking steel frame, moving down the equally exhausted staircase and it would seem their freedom was not too far... until there was a loud “WE GOT US SOME RATS HEADING DOWN”, was hollered loudly over the entire property.  

It didn’t take moments before a few of their pursuers jumped down onto the escape, making the entire frame squeal in protest, a very evident shudder from the weight. As they hurried downwards, there was another thump as another thug made the jump. A dark head of hair whipped backward, hands grasping for support just as he looked up to witness the entire fire escape begin to buckle under the weight of far too many people. It was collapsing, with them ready to be crushed underneath. Salim dropped the makeshift weapon he had found and just as they were turning towards the last two stacks of stairs, grabbed Daiki around the shoulders and prevented them both from losing their footing before tugging him instead towards the railing.

“It’s coming down! We need to jump!!”, Salim’s words demanding in tone, and before the gentle writer even had a chance to retort, the East Wind threw them over the railing, just as the roof crashed against the one below, the momentum adding distance to their drop. Luckily they were closer to the floor than could have been and an agent’s quick movements meant that Salim had shouldered the bulk of the blow, the two of them rolling across the asphalt and finally coming to a stop as the collapsing fire exit erupted into a dust cloud.

Salim moved quick, gritting slightly as the feeling of taking too much weight on one shoulder made him tense before flight or fight kicked in and suddenly, he was pushing Daiki up, hoping the boy wasn’t hurt and camouflaging any sign of distress on his part. They needed to split while their angry house owners were dealing with being caught up in the commotion;

“We need to get out of here...! Are you okay to run?!”

[curtainedknives]

Early Morning Coffee

@shiinsetsu

‘There couldn’t be anything more awkward than this’, Salim thought as he prepared the coffee bean grinder for the day and ignored the prickly feeling of daggers being directly stared into his shoulder blades. 

The tall young man sighed, his headband not in sight while he was helping out at his boss’s bookstore. Apron on, hair pins keeping his strays in line, the agent finally moaned loudly, so the source of the imaginary daggers could hear clearly;

“Pleaaaaaase, It’s not like I wanted to work with you ANYMORE than you wanted to work with me, so please just deal with my existence... even for a few hours.”

When the lanky agent had been invited to enjoy a night of casual smoking and games of chess with the team leader, he had obliged without a second thought. The night had gone on long, Muezza had fallen asleep on his lap, purring contently and as the haze from the lit hookah drifted between the two men, the bookstore owner finally suggested he stay the night.

He did. And when he awoke, A T L U S had dragged him out, fed him breakfast and demanded Salim do him a favour while he rushed off to a Headquarter branch meeting and wanted the younger of the two to run the store; and in his still drug-infused state, the East Wind conceded. 

Fast forward to the present and Salim was internally crying over the fact that he was not told that he would be spending the day with the part-timer, his friend Aiko’s protective older brother – who, seriously couldn’t hate anyone more than he seemed to hate Salim.

Sighing in defeat, the dark-skinned youth checked the steamer, it satisfyingly hissing before he began making a quick brew – a morning share for the team, something he did for A T L U S or his other allies and something he was doing for his colleague at the moment. A hot, fresh and fragrant scent drifted into the air – mixing cordially with the normal aroma of coffee and books the store normally had and eventually... undeniably it made its way to the bookseller:

Yakami Daiki.

“How about a truce? For Malik?”

[curtainedknives]

Slender digits holding a homemade smoothie moved towards the tall raven-haired male in a way that spoke of slight annoyance, but due to a certain sweet little sister, Daiki was /attempting/ to behave, well, as long as they both were in Aiko's line of sight or rather, within hearing distance. "Here, Aiko made it and said you should give it a taste..."

@yxsashii

A shadow cast itself over Salim’s lap as his quick fingers tinkered away at his phone, digits finally coming to a stop when a glass floated into the corner of his peripheral vision. Did the shadow not belong to Daiki? Why would HE of the Yakami siblings be offering the agent a drink? Therefore, based on this logic, it should be Aiko standing in front of him, but he knew better… he wouldn’t mistake their shadows. Blinking slowly, the man relinquished his phone to his pocket and leaned backwards before reaching up to take the fruit coloured smoothie that was being handed to him by, shock horror… Daiki.

When the older brother had spoken, it all suddenly made sense; he was only doing this because Aiko had sent him and the two men were still in her vision – this was only the writer being civil, as to not upset her and though he completely understood the intentions, he did however, feel a little disappointed that Daiki’s enmity was as strong as ever underneath his cordial attitude.

Slowly, nimble fingers slipped around the glass, tugging it gently before he took a sip. The smoothie tasted wonderful, refreshing and cool, a perfect way to end his afternoon and his mood flashed away from the awkwardness between men to that of unending admiration of the nurse who stood in the kitchen doorway. Lifting himself onto his knees and leaning against the back of the sofa, Salim grinned widely at Aiko, “This is wonderful, what is the recipe!?-“,  

Head turning to the writer once again, he nudged the glass towards him, “Have you tried some? You can have some from my glass”

[curtainedknives]

💕 Aiko & 💕 Daiki B}

Love Calculator Meme = Still Accepting>

“Seems Dr. Love likes to give me generally low numbers. But don’t worry about a thing Aiko! I’ll just totally kill him later”

“Well he’s not wrong there”