Scavengers - Chapter 6

Chapter 6.

Tanaka and Nishinoya weren’t exactly pleased at the idea of being alone with their boss in his office after what they seen. Not that their superior was cruel or disturbed, but he was… oddly intimating despite his charming smile. An iron fist in a velvet glove.

The Crows’ leader was honestly not as impressive as Daichi. Daichi was a tall and broad man, with dark piercing eyes and a low voice whose every single vocal cord was more charged in testosterone than Asahi’s full body. But The Crows’ head wasn’t anything like this. He was thin and blessed with a pale skin many women were probably envious of, his eyes were clear and gentle, framed by soft locks. A mole was bedecking the left one.

Still, even with such an angelic face, Sugawara Kôshi had nothing of an heaven’s envoy.  

« So, your contract for the protection of Hinata Shôyô starts tomorrow, right ? How did your first interview went ? »

« Well… As I told Ryû, Hinata’s scared shitless. » Nishinoya bluntly said.

«We think that he might have been already targeted before. » Tanaka continued.

Sugawara’s eyes darkened.

« Damn… I thought he would be too shaken to speak about it, but you two are sometimes surprisingly smarter than I expect. Indeed, he has been targeted before, and I guess that I have no other choice than telling you the truth now… » the Crows’ head sighed.

It didn’t take long for the two buddies to piece things together. Hinata who was already being targeted, Kageyama yelling that he didn’t miss, that somebody intervened… No way…

« Were we… » Tanaka mumbled. « Were we the ones who were supposed to kill him ? »

« Kageyama was. » Sugawara answered without batting an eyelid. « I thought it would have been better if you didn’t notice anything because I didn’t wanted you to understand that Kageyama was implied. I don’t want any internal fight. Leave him alone, get it ? »

« Wait a minute ! » Nishinoya yelled. « You’re telling us that we have to protect the boy that Kageyama should have killed ?! This is absurd ! »

« It’s not. We were first commissioned to have this boy shot down for a fairy good price, but since Kageyama failed, we can say goodbye to our payment. However, his faux pas surprisingly turned in our favour. After this accident, his coach, Mister Ukai, contacted me and asked me to send my two best bodyguards to protect Hinata, without knowing that I also was the one who sent the hitman that missed him. Ironic, isn’t it ? »

« So… Two different people called the same organisation, for the same boy, one to have him dead and the other to keep him alive ? » Tanaka resumed with wide eyes, unable to believe such a thing.

« It sounds like a bad movie’s plot. » Nishinoya grinned.

« I agree on this. » Sugawara winked. « I don’t think that Hinata and his coach would like the idea that the two men guarding his back are the co-workers of the one who nearly lodged a bullet between his eyes, so I want you to act like if you didn’t know anything. You’re going to guard him until his team’s match against Tokyo in two weeks. »

« Yes, Sir ! » the two of them roared fiercely.

« And also… Keep an eye on Kageyama. He doesn’t admit his failure and I suspect him to be willing to kill Hinata for free, just to say that he did the job. I forbade him to do anything, but you know how bad-tempered he is… »

« I thought we weren’t suppose to hurt him or anything ? » Tanaka mumbled.

« Don’t kill him and don’t initiate anything against him. Just take him down. He’s maybe an impulsive idiot, but he stills my best hitman. »

« But what if Kageyama told you the truth ? » Nishinoya suddenly said. « What if somebody really knew about his operation and intervened ? »

« Seeing the immeasurable payment we were supposed to get from Hinata’s death, I told nobody except him about it. And even if Kageyama is bad-tempered, I have to say that one his qualities apart his shoots is that he’s quiet as a grave… The only ones who knew about this were him and me. He couldn’t have been possibly betrayed. And making sure to not let anybody interfere in his missions is one of his responsibilities, so I consider that it’s his own fault if he missed. »

What seemed to be a rather banal mission for the two best bodyguards among The Crows was finally more complicated than expected. If somebody was really ready to pay such an amount of money to have Hinata dead, then they would surely don’t hesitate to contact another organisation to have the job done. They’ll have to be really careful, especially if Tobio and his incredibly misplaced ego interfered in.

« Well, I hope you’re ready for two weeks of hell. » Tanaka joked as Nishinoya and him went outside the large building.

« Then you better enjoy your last evening of freedom and insouciance, Ryû ! » Nishinoya replied and started to jog.

« Hey ! Where are you going ?! »

« It’s just like I said ! Enjoying my last evening too ! »

« Ha ! I see, you lucky boy… Kiss her for me ! »

« You wish ! »


Humming happily on his way to your flat, Nishinoya was smiling like an idiot who just learned he won his weight in Gari-Gari-Kun, and despite the few years that were now separating him from high school, his sweet tooth never left him. Jumping on your doormat where the usual « welcome » was replaced by a most uncommon « fuck off », he knocked on your wooden door and waited, a suitcase’s handle in his hand.

« Yes ? » you answered on the other side.

« Hello ! The-Hottest-Man-On-Earth has arrived just for you, you lucky girl ! »

« Ah, sorry, I can’t let you in, I’m expecting my boyfriend and he would get jealous. » You deadpanned.

Nishinoya laughed at this, but his smile soon faded when he understood that you were really not opening the door.

« H-Hey !!! Are you for real ?! It’s me ! It’s Yuu ! »

« Is it me or is it you ? Make up your mind. »

« Did you just make fun of my first name ?! Come on, open the doooor ! » he bayed.

« Sorry, Mister-Hottest-Man-On-Earth, but as I already told you, I’m taken. »

Nishinoya stayed miraculously silent for few seconds before pronouncing the magical words.

« I’ve bought you chocolates. »

Instantaneously, the door flied open and you appeared in font of the brunette with wide open arms and your brightest smile.

« Welcome home ! »

« Hypocrite, » he smiled, entering your house and letting his suitcase crush on the floor near the door before taking you in his arms and kissing your lips softly.

« I may be an hypocrite, but you’re a liar. I don’t see a single chocolate. »

« Oops, guess we’re a matched pair. »

Your own arms soon locked around his neck, your body taking a step forward to press itself against his. Nishinoya let a soft moan escape his throat as his tongue tease your lower lip, silently pleading for a deeper kiss that you eagerly gave him.

« Smells nice, » he murmured while burying his face into the crook of your neck.

« Thanks, I know you love this perfume so- »

« I was talking about what’s cooking in your oven. Is it lasagne ? »

You glared at him silently, trying your best to not knock him out with an iron.

« Homemade lasagne, » you rectified with the same voice as if you were telling him he had only two seconds left to live.

« Homemade… » he parroted with the same tone. « Shall I call the poison control centre now or… ? »

« You asshat ! » you screamed with a deep blush covering you cheeks, both from the embarrassment and anger.

It was true that you weren’t a chef, and it was also true that Elena already suggested to use your dishes as lethal weapons. But still !

« You won’t die eating those homemade lasagne ! And do you know why ?! »

« Because even if they’re « homemade » doesn’t mean they’ve been made at YOUR home ? »

« Yeah… » you pouted, disappointed that he understood your incoming joke so easily.

« Elena cooked it for you again, right ? It’s crazy ! I‘ve already eaten like… dozen of her dishes but I still never met her ! »

For some obvious reasons, neither of you introduced each other to your friends yet. Too scared to make a faux pas, or that the ones who were your friends and co-workers let something slip.

« Her husband, to be exact… And that’s NOT funny, Yuu, » you groaned as he giggled like an idiot.

« Oh come on, don’t be like that, » he cooed when he realized that you were pouting, rocking you against his chest to be forgiven.

Since you didn’t react, he slowly brought his mouth on your skin, sucking on your neck just hard enough to make you shiver, but too lightly to leave a mark.

« Hey, stop it, you promised to wait after dinner. » You sadistically reminded him when his hand slipped under your t-shirt and started to fiddle with the hook of your bra.

« Oh honey, you’re such a pervert ! I was just checking if it was correctly hooked ! »

« Oh, my bad. So, is it ? »

« Yep. Totally hooked, but… Was it lace that I felt under my fingers ? »

« Oh please, it’s not just lace, it’s… » you started in low voice, trailing your lips near his ear, « transparent lace. »

You felt him shiver against you at this, his fingers nervously clasping at your hips.

« Did you, by any chance… put the black transparent laced bra on ? The one with the red ribbons ? »

« You mean this one ? » you playfully asked, sliding one thumb under you strap and slightly pulling it out of your collar so it was displayed to Nishinoya’s eyes.

His golden orbs glittered and you clearly heard him sucked in a sharp breath. His fingers flexed on your hips once more and slowly made their way behind your back before sliding past your belt.

« Lemme guess… Checking that I’m wearing the panties matching the bra, right ? »

« I know it’s important for you girls to have matching underwear and since I care a lot about your well-being… »

« Wow, ain’t I lucky to have such an attentive boyfriend… However, » you sharply caught his hands that were now greedily cupping your cheeks. « Mister-Attentive-Boyfriend will have to wait after dinner as he promised. »

Nishinoya’s eyes darkened at this, and you weren’t exactly sure if it was because of arousing or irritation.

« Please tell me there isn’t dessert or I’m gonna implode, » he begged.

« There is. »

« Damn it ! »

« I bought you Gari-Gari-Kun. Soda flavoured. »

The light that had deserted his eyes was back now, and even more glittering than before. At the moment, you didn’t know if you should congratulate yourself for knowing his tastes by heart, or be worried that apparently, ice-creams could totally outshine your sex-appeal.
Completely stiff in front of you, Nishinoya started to drool, his eyes shining like two brown suns, but in the same time totally empty. He crashed.

« Hey, are you there ? » you asked, snapping your fingers in front of his face to bring him back.

« S-Sorry… My mind just sent me pictures including in the same time your lace and ice-creams and it was too much for me… »

You raised an eyebrow at this.

« Yuu, I don’t know how far your imagination can go and I don’t think I want to know, but let me tell you this : I’m never allowing you to use ice-creams as sextoys on me. »

« Well… I wasn’t thinking about a threesome with a Mister Freeze, but it sure can be useful for the foreplays… Like… Me trailing a frozen popsicle against the warm skin of your neck and breasts and then licking it… » he slowly articulate, his lips just few millimetres away from yours.

« This is, » you breathed against his mouth, « definitely not unappealing… »

« Heh. » He laughed and took a step backwards, kinda frustrating you. « You really thought I would want to use a Gari-Gari-Kun as a sextoy ? It will never work, you’re so hot that it would be melted by the time it would even be close to you, I will only have the stick left. »

« Would you mind if I tell an horrible joke implying the girth of the popsicle’s stick and your own ? »

« Me ? A stick ?! Honey please, I’m at least an ice-cream cone ! »

« With two vanilla flavoured scoops. My favourite. » You grinned.

« You’re just as twisted as me. I love it. » He said with a moved voice, kissing you quickly. « And do you know what kind of ice-cream you are ? An ice Magnum. Because you have to lick the whole coating to get to the creamy part. »

« Nice one, Yuu. » You smiled cheekily.

His hands were still on your back, massaging your shoulders and brushing your sides as he kissed you deeply. Your own fingers flied to his hair, lovingly tangling in the dark locks, messing them and stroking them before moving to his cheeks that you delicately caressed.

« Honey, » Nishinoya finally murmured.

« Yes ? »

« There is a burning smell… »

« Holy shit !!! »