KNEESOCKS. (pt.1) - the one with yosano's kneesocks. chuusano oneshot!
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ POV: yosano in latex onesuit, yosano is basically a spy lol
this was ridiculous. yosano was currently at debate with the director, who had requested for her to go to a, mind you, solo mission to gather information from the port mafia.
that's right. the port mafia.
" if we go altogether, we'll start a battle. and you said by yourself you talked with this man. if we trick him into believing you're by his side, we could gather information for what mori has been to; and we all know he's been suspicious lately. "
" he won't listen to atsushi, he will fight dazai to death, or lush out on ranpo from anger. "
" naomi made you a custom outfit. "
and that's how we ended up here; with the doctor in a slick, black latex onesuit, strutting her way to the mafia's building as high heels were clicking with every step. to say she looked gorgeous would be an understatement — she was absolutely stunning, and hot. very, very hot.
the plan was to get any sort of evidence that mori was forming an allience against the agency. if that didn't work out chuuya was guarding the building, yosano would start chatting him up about not wanting to work in the agency, in an attempt to gain his trust. simple as that, wasn't it?
practically laying on thin air in the equipment that's been given to her, she thinks this might not have been a bad idea after all; she's having fun, she was trusted enough and .. she gets to see the man she's been .. thinking about.
well, sort of, at least .. it would be a lie to say she hadn't been talking about him these last days .. after their last ecounter when she had threatened him by slashing his throat, yosano hadn't stopped thinking about the so very attractive executive from the port mafia; his moves, his voice, those charming eyes ... the little sharp teeth that show when he's smirking oh so tauntingly ...
STOP! you were sent here for a reason, dammit!
shaking her own head ( while still being very much in the air ) helped her come back to reality; all this is nice, but she truly does have to enter the building at some point.
everyone else had left at that time .. it'd just be him and her. well, if dazai's information is so correct, of course .. by his words, no one is as much of a workacholic as nakahara himself. not even that disgusting rag, mori.
no no, chuuya had dedicated his life at the mafia
the chances of him being there were practically not that high, but never zero.
with a swift motion of her sharp knife, a small circle is formed on the glass. removing that piece from the window and carefully getting her hand in, she quickly found a way to hope inside; how very typical.
akiko could hear dazai's words like a tape in her mind. there will be all sorts of traps. whatever you may think can be just some regular piece of furniture, could turn out to be an alarm. and their people will be sent your way. you have to be extremely careful, yosano - sensei.
and that, she was. her moves representing those of a cat's, avoiding any lasers or traps sent her way - she can't believe she's thanking naomi mentally for not letting her wear her usual skirt; it would've been a problem now or later.
document to document, paper to paper .. nothing that could be used to the agency's advantage; ugh .. maybe this was a waste of time, after all?
" there's nothing here. " she spoke into the small microphone that had been given to her. a sigh could be heard on the other end. " yosano - sensei ! you should definitely check his office ! there's no way chuuya doesn't keep anything in there. " a sigh. she really has to, doesn't she?
now, don't get her wrong, it's not that she didn't want to complete her task. but going to chuuya's office .. was a lot!
.. but was it ? it was just another section of the building .... did her hair look okay?
" copy that. " few last moments and she was inside said executive's office, successfully picking the lock. for a moment, this seemed too easy ... almost suspiciously easy. but whatever, she'll get those stupid files and get out of there. right?
" about time you showed up, sweetheart. "