Miketsu jikō
@muyubyo-sha
“To be honest, I’m surprised they assigned you this mission to begin with.”
“And just what is that supposed to mean?”
If she noticed the sour undertone, she didn’t comment. Instead, slim digits continued to twirl a dumpling skewer as dark orbs caught slightly irritated counterparts, “No offense Akimichi, but subtle isn’t exactly one of your strong points.”
“...”
“Besides, this sounds dangerous...” Trailing off, she paused, hand drifting to her side in slight contemplation, “Wouldn’t it be better if one of the ANB--”
“Megumi please. I can handle this.”
---Or maybe not. Resisting the urge to sigh, Terasu checked his pockets for the umpteenth time. Fingers had just slid into his hidden weapons pouch when the disguised operative walking alongside him made a not-so-discreet coughing gesture with a well aimed side glower. Umino Kirito had worked with the Akimichi plenty of times before, though this was the first time he was seeing him as fidgety as a rookie.
Granted, this was probably his first time going undercover like this. From what he had read, the Mugen were no lightweights and any misgivings on their part could result in serious consequences.
Everything had to be perfect.
“You remember our rendezvous points?”
“Hai” Terasu replied, rolling one shoulder under his dark colored haori. Both of them were dressed in casual civilian attire, though the Akimichi was posing as a pampered merchant of sorts and was forced to look the part.
Naturally, that irked him even more. Honestly, he would have been content as the Umino-companion, despite whatever his earlier confidence with Megumi suggested. Not to say that he doubted his own skills, but something about black markets and human trafficking always left an acrid, bitter taste in his mouth.
To put it shortly, he couldn’t help the lingering suspicion that his meeting was meant to be more than just an extension of corporate interest.