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He laughed, scratching his head and backing away slightly.

“So basically…the answer is, no, don’t have a good excuse for following me.” The trainer sighed, it really was bothersome to have weird people stalking you, he thought those days had ended when he stopped being an idol. However, there was no way that this prideful guy was following him because he was a fan. Or…was he? “Did you…did you just want an autograph or something?” As soon as it came out, Koushi realized how conceited he sounded. Why the hell would this guy want his autograph? Koushi quickly laughed over himself to recover, shaking his head and offering another option.

"Actually-" Before he was able to sink himself even further, the second option came to save his life. Sonic was still not too glad about this one either, but he had dug his own grave and it was time to lay on it.

"...That is exactly what I need." I should be the one training you, he thought. But even if he was clearly the best out of the two, Sonic had to admit letting himself be spotted... it was the worst mistake he could have thought of. 

                        “OH?        That’s interesting, I think you’ve mistaken me for someone who gives a shit about what you had planned,”     she spends another moment stretched across the passage before tilting herself back upright to fave the idol.

                       “I think that you’ll find there’s a price to pass through here, haven’t you heard?   No one gets through here without paying,”    her hand dips into a pocket, fingers wrapping around the grip of her weapon.

For a moment, his expression is just as annoyed as it had been at first but as grey blue eyes followed the suspicious movement of her hand Sonic couldn't stop the smile that came to his face. 

"Five-hundred? It's a shame I don't have all that money with me." His sword was forgotten at home but the same couldn't be said about the several blades in the pouch he kept at his side. "But I'm still going to pass."

“Sonic right? Speed of sound?” Koushi adjusted the bag on his shoulder further before turning to face him completely. He watched as the former gymnast leapt off of the awning. Still incredible, even after disappearing from the sports branch’s roster. Honestly, after seeing the older man sabotage himself, Koushi thought he would’ve been dead by now. He was a natural idol, and most that failed didn’t have a life after their failure to call their own. 

"Yes, that's me." Luckily, he had been smart enough to not come investigate with the tight clothes he reserved for potential combat. It would've made it even more difficult to explain himself.

                       “I           don’t know,   would that be okay?”   She replies.

                       Anger flashes behind her eyes,   an instinctive flare at his evident distaste.   Of course she does not care for him any more than he cares for her, but any disrespect, no matter how slight, infuriates her.

                       As she speaks she presses her back against one crumbling brick wall, legs extending across the pathway he seems to intend to traverse.

Sonic huffed, annoyed at the reaction.

This was a labyrinth of wrong choices, wasn't it? Don't say anything and offend people, speak and offend people anyways. No wonder he never became an A class idol.

“I’m much better than the others of my type, thanks for your concern.”

Disdain was clear in his eyes at the provocation and he considers ignoring the questions and continuing his unusual stroll through this rotten part of the island... but he has learned that most people tend to not leave after being ignored.

@speedingofsound​

Koushi slung his bag over his shoulder, and pulled out his umbrella. The sky was dark and cloudy. A bad storm was definitely brewing, and the silver haired man sighed, looking up. The clouds reflected in his honey brown eyes, and they squinted as he felt a rain drop hit his cheek. 

“Rain again today…” he mumbled, tasting the air. Salty. Definitely a storm.

As he walked further down the street, he couldn’t help but noticing a silhouette following him. It was only 7 p.m. Wasn’t it a bit early for stalkers to be out?

Koushi stopped in his tracks, pausing in the middle of the sidewalk to take his ear buds out. 

Sugawara, Koushi. Sonic vaguely remembered that face and name from few years ago but according to the brief file he was given, he was now involved in 'suspicious activity'... which could mean pretty much anything, he wasn’t given much information.

In his eagerness to find something incriminating, Sonic ended forgetting most people would be wary of a stranger stalking them in a near deserted place. Ah, he had been slipping a lot lately, enough to be noticed by the one person that shouldn’t. Without much ceremony, the former idol climbed down the store awning he had quickly hidden himself on and tried not to feel like a damn fool.

“Mettaton is fine! Now…” he clasped his hands together. The day was set to be an exciting one for Mettaton, who normally didn’t get to go out to normal places often.

“We’re going shopping my little bootyguard.” he grinned. It also wasn’t often that he had someone to shop with, especially since the paparazzi were normally hot on his tail. Rumours would probably pop up that he was dating a cute ninja, but Mettaton didn’t really mind. 

"Sonic, please. My name is Sonic."

He had a feeling he was going to be called 'bootyguard' for the rest of the day. 

While the nickname was a less than appealing proposal, accompanying Mettaton while he went shopping could be good enough: easier to spot a threat, less likely to deal with actual danger in an already secured place. It would probably just be a day of shooing rabid fans and paparazzi away. 

               “Sonic-san, you never came in to receive your compensation for your work during the elections. Is there a time when you are free to receive it?”

"That would be because I wasn't told there was a compensation. I was under the impression it was part of my contract."

the wolf among us || starters

“Sonic, stop” 

There was a hint of urgency in the cyborg’s tone. He knew that Sonic preferred to do things his way, to go along his own route and not someone else’s, but right now that was not something Genji could condone. In a mission like this they had to stay near one another and cause as little chaos as possible. 

“Please, listen to me.” 

However his attempt at speeding up the mission was frustrated as the cyborg held the cursed long scarf he wore and Sonic slowly, unwillingly returned his sword to its sheath. 

there he is, the world’s best dad

There was Nitori, there was the request from Umeko, there was the safety of everyone in the upcoming IGEs, and then finally there was Hanzo. 

Listing said things of was rather easy and made the list seem short. But each one held a ridiculous amount of weight that had begun to drag Genji down. He had tried meditating for at least half the day when he finally decided to go out and get some fresh air. 

But, walking didn’t help much either. 

He needed exercise, he needed wind, he needed to move about and test his skills even though his limbs weren’t flesh. So, he had decided to jump across the buildings in the Serpentine District. After jumping for a decent 45 minutes the actions started to become automatic. Reach the edge of the building, jump, reach the other edge, jump, repeat. 

As he repeated the process and became lost in his thoughts, he started ignoring where exactly he was going. When he finally began to pay attention to his surroundings it was too late. A blur of black and purple was heading towards him and the cyborg did his best to avoid it. He ended up dodging to the side, landing in a position similar to that of the young man in front of him. 

Genji slowly raised himself and spoke. 

“No. I was not. It was on accident I assure you.” 

"An accident. You were distracted." He spoke as if he wasn’t guilty of it as well. "A moment of distraction can have a high price, you know." Nimble fingers touched the handle of the sword strapped to his back to emphasize his standing as a smirk spread through his face...

Before he drops his arm to his side, smirk slowly turning to a somewhat friendly smile.

"Mettaton." Of course he already knew that but introductions and pleasantries aside, it could be taken as an invitation for a more casual speech. "In that case you wouldn't mind it if I dropped the 'sir' treatment right now, yes?"