Sanamiyu prompt #8 "I couldn't imagine doing this without you"
things that honestly fuck me up more than characters saying “i love you”
SanaMiyu - “I couldn’t imagine doing this without you” (oooooohhhhh …I’m gonna screw this up with angst aren’t I…)
I just want to say this has quite a few triggers, it’s assassin au: tw: blood, violence, guns, death, gore, wound description
Crouching behind a wall, he took a moment to catch his breath. As his chest pounded from running for so long, he slowly grabbed his sniper gun off of his back and began creeping towards the rooftop of the building. Finally reaching the outcrop, he began setting the gun up and waited for his target to show up.
Well, more like he waited for his partner to lure the target in.
He sat waiting for a few moments, readjusting his glasses wishing for the umpteenth time that he’d grabbed his contacts instead of glasses that morning. But again, like usual he’d deal with it.
Just as he was about to reach into his pocket to grab his phone, and sass his partner for taking so long, he finally got to see the man he was waiting for. Temporarily getting distracted by the well-kept hair, and clothes that accentuated the lithe body of his partner, the assassin almost missed his actual target walking in.
The smile Sanada sent to him, had Miyuki trying not to blush, but nevertheless he smirked back at him, knowing that while Sanada couldn’t see it, he knew it was there. As Miyuki started lock onto his target, he noticed a glint in the corner of his eye.
At first he assumed it was just some metal bouncing off the sun but the more it glinted in his eyes, the more distracted he got. Turning to face where the light came from, he was shocked and horrified to see another gun glinting in the last bit of evening sunlight. Not only was it targeting in the same direction as his own target, but specifically … Miyuki squinted his eyes … SANADA!
A feeling of panic built in his chest as he watched helplessly as the gun’s recoil had no affect on the assassin before whipping his head around to see the bullet careening towards Sanada’s chest.
An unwanted scream rippled in his throat aching to be heard, but he quelled it quickly. He knew Sanada had good reaction times, so mentally crossing his fingers he tried to steady his actual hands as they wrapped around the trigger of his own gun. He didn’t know who the other assassin was, or how they knew who Sanada was. All he knew at this point was two basic facts.
His target needed to die. now.
Sanada better damn live. Or he’d bring the guy back to life just to kill him himself.
Horrified beyond doubt Miyuki watched as Sanada didn’t move in time, and the bullet hit him. Thanking the stars above that Sanada had worn his bullet proof vest without much argument Miyuki expected a groan but not for blood to begin trickling out of his abdomen.
While Miyuki was certainly grateful that he didn’t have to guess where to shoot his bullet due to the telescope-like device attached to the gun giving him long-range sight, he was also holding back sobs from seeing Sanada’s blood begin to come out of his body.
He watched as his target nonchalantly watched Sanada, and a strange, animalistic, even demonic, anger began to consume him. Feeling a hatred, not for the assassin as he probably knew nothing about who he was targeting, but for the clear person in charge of this whole escapade.
Getting up from his crouch, he stretched out his limbs, almost cat-like in his behaviour. In the back of his mind he was quickly trying to calculate how long Sanada had with the way he’d been bleeding, but at the front … his behaviour was, so-to-speak, like a man possessed.
With all the poise of a black cat - his entire ensemble from tight fitting shirt, comfortable yet thick pants, strong yet light shoes all black. All of this tied together with a pair of black sunglasses, and light-weight black backpack made him out to be one alley cat you didn’t want to mess with.
A graceful, near meander, towards the scene had Sanada who was still leaning on the ground trying to staunch the blood flow look up shocked. Not because he expected Miyuki to rush over, but because he hadn’t seen this side of Miyuki in a very long time. Not since Miyuki saw him die had Sanada seen that behaviour … or that face. The face that could instill fear in even the bravest of men.
He watched Miyuki stalk towards the uncaring man they were assigned to lure, and kill. Sanada himself was lost as to why someone had shot him, or even why this man ... this unsuspecting business man who hadn’t paid his dues with the drug bosses ... had him attacked or knew who he was.
The blank face on Miyuki had Sanada wincing - that face was dangerous, scarily calm and organized was something Miyuki constantly portrayed in this business. However, this face? This face was different ... a promise of pain shown by the arched eyebrows; flash of blank, dead brown eyes through his sunglasses giving even Sanada shivers down his back. The worst was the casual way he held himself, as if the fact that Sanada’s would-be killer wasn’t standing in front of him. This was because, from how Sanada seemed to see it after Mei, to Miyuki the man was already dead.
Sanada watched in undisclosed awe as Miyuki walked calmly towards the other man, and straight up just stared at him for a good few seconds. No real action, just staring - before Sanada heard a deceptively soft voice escape Miyuki’s throat.
“You did this? It was your money and instructions?” An arm reached out quickly, grabbing the man by the shirt and lifting him up. For once there was an emotion on his face - fear. And to Sanada, it was rightfully there. Miyuki was terrifying - snarling at the businessman who now looked like he was about to soil his pants after being held up and yelled at.
In his free hand - Miyuki was only using one hand to lift him up - Sanada watched him reach for his hand gun in his pocket and calmly held it up to the man’s forehead. Neither of them flinched at the gunshot sound, nor the slumping of the body as it crumpled to the ground and the kneecaps shattered from the force. Sanada watched the unemotional husk that Miyuki had become crumble at what had happened before he’d shot towards Sanada.
Wincing in pain, Sanada tried to smile reassuringly towards Miyuki, who’d ripped out his first aid kit and was attempting to form the cabin bandage around Sanada’s wound, though they both knew it was futile - Sanada was too critically injured for Miyuki to do much on the field.
Staunching the blood flow with his own hands, regardless of how much blood was coming onto his own outfit, Miyuki seemed like devil incarnate come to earth but to Sanada - he was an angel come to save him.
Even through the pain, Sanada managed to bite out a soft remark, “wouldn’t be the same as usual without the blood would it?”
A teary, choked smile was all he received and one genuine reply, “I wouldn’t want it any other way - not without you.”
