#chanzelee

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⁇ for a drunk text

Takeshi’s fingers trembled above the lighted screen of his phone. The movement of the bus, though bumpy and unstable, didn’t deceive him of his thoughts. It was a push and pull type of feeling aching in his bones. He was quite used to it, actually, but something about how quickly the unsteadiness of his heart made him fear for the worst. For the past hour that he’d been on the bus, he couldn’t get into contact with the one person he wanted to sit down and have a talk with. What the hell was he doing? Where was he? 

The light of his screen illuminated the sharp features on his face, particularly the scowl that knitted his eyebrows together and the frown that tugged at the corners of his lips. He could hear whispers around him, some about him and others about the most recent news. But Takeshi soon muted those whispers as he closed his eyes and clung onto his phone as if it were his lifeline. He could feel his heartbeat racing, adrenaline pumping through his veins when he understood why his companion wasn’t replying to him: he was doing the exact thing Takeshi told him not to do. 

With clenched his jaw before a small hiss escaped his lips, standing up and pulling on the string for the bus to stop on the side. He was close enough to his home that a quick run over there would hopefully dissipate whatever anger and frustration he was feeling before he arrived at the scene of something he didn’t want to see. Feet stomping on the ground in fast motions, he hurdled past bystanders with his fists clenched, his right hand tightly securing the mobile phone.

It was after the fourth knock when Takeshi realized that the door wouldn’t be opened by anyone else but him. He groaned in frustration, slamming his weight on the door until finally it burst opened. It was wickedly quiet; the strangeness of the silence engulfing him in an uncomfortable warmth. A drip of sweat slid down his right temple as he scanned the home. Maybe the male wouldn’t be in his home. It would make the most sense. If Takeshi were to find him, it’d have to be somewhere he wouldn’t expect. But Takeshi hadn’t expected his home and yet the home was bare of living beings.

BAM.

Or maybe he judged too quickly. Takeshi turned his head toward the only door on the right. He slowly crept toward the door, his ears on high alert for any noise. His eyes widened when he heard another noise as his feet brought him forward toward the door. With the twist of the knob, the door revealed exactly who he was looking for. 

“Takeshi, welcome.” He looked at his friend as if he’d grown another head. His eyes darkening and unwavering as he took in the battered form of another male who was tied to a wooden chair. He took in the room, stared at the array of weapons and tools on the covered table before staring at just exactly how much blood had dripped onto the plastic that protected the floors from staining red. The hitman clenched his fists and gritted his teeth as he was finally able to look the battered male directly in the eye. He’d seen something akin to shame and fear. “I was kind of in the middle of something —”

“What the hell are you doing?” He nearly hissed the words that slivered off his tongue. It immediately silenced the other male, but earned him a scowl. Takeshi turned to look at the standing male with a weapon in his hand as he hissed. He’d been doing something Takeshi despised doing the most. Torture, he believed, was a form of punishment worse than death. He knew they had different views on death and torture, and at that moment, Takeshi was sure that he would have to be the one to end the standstill between them. “This isn’t what you should be doing. You shouldn’t be doing something so inhumane. Even I wouldn’t...even I wouldn’t go as far as to torture someone like this.” 

“What am I supposed to do then?” He glared at Takeshi with obvious irritation that the male had interrupted him and yelled at him for it. Takeshi said nothing in response to the male. Instead, he pulled out a gun that was tucked away in his suit jacket.  “Takeshi, what are you doing?” He could hear the alarm in his voice, eyes wide with emotions he couldn’t process through the fleeting glance he had given him.

He turned toward the male rattling in his seat, stared at how wide his eyes had gotten before they returned to their normal state. The male had closed his eyes then and Takeshi could’ve sworn if there weren’t a gag in his mouth that he would’ve sighed in relief. At least, that’s what he hoped it was. “Something you should’ve done in the first place.”