He raised his hand and performed a diagonal parry, blocking the strike as expected; however, the Black-haired boy's stance faltered, he stumbled back a step. Seizing the opportunity, Gin pressed his advantage, his left hand lunging toward the boy's neck.
The Black-haired boy's right hand lightly hooked around his left hand, but before he could attempt any further restraint, Gin skillfully twisted his left wrist and, to the Black-haired boy's astonishment, seized his right hand with a backhand grip.
—Even so, compared to Gin, who had truly fought for his life amidst blades and guns and had killed and stained his hands with blood, the Black-haired boy was still a bit green.
Gin's strikes were both steady and ruthless, a faint chill shimmered within the green of his eyes.
The fight, thick with the scent of gunpowder, had reached a temporary lull, it was clear that the Silver-haired youth held the upper hand.
After a dozen moves, he blocked the Black-haired boy's left-handed knife-hand strike with his right hand, using that opening, he grabbed the other's collar with his left hand and jerked him inward with force.
The fight was brief this time, but it could certainly be described as intense.
Gin's breathing quickened slightly, but he heard the other's breathing, which was much more rapid than his own, felt satisfied.
The Black-haired boy's collar was already narrow and fastened with a bowtie; as Gin gripped and twisted it, his bony fingers unintentionally brushed against the skin of the boy's neck, the slightly cool sensation bringing a hint of an itch. Before the boy could even realize what was happening, the space around his collar tightened again the very next second. The momentary sensation of suffocation caused a gray haze to flash before the Black-haired boy's eyes, as if a thick fog had rolled in, causing the force of the punch he swung through the dizziness to diminish significantly.
Gin's eyes were cold, yet his slightly thin arms were covered in a thin layer of well-defined, smooth muscle. They were pale, yet possessed a sense of strength. Applying pressure with his hands, he lifted the boy slightly upward.
His expression was playful, a subtle smile even playing upon the corners of his mouth as he watched the boy's face gradually turn red, his right hand effortlessly blocking the boy's barely-existent attempt at a self-defense attack.
The flickering lights of the Bar cast shadows, the multicolored neon lights settled upon his eyelashes. As his lashes trembled slightly, the light flowed down his long eyelashes and into his emerald-like pupils. The scattered light, along with the deep and shallow reflections of his lashes, fell into the pool of jade-green within the boy's eyes, stirring layer upon layer of ripples.
The Silver-haired youth held a trace of casual, cold indifference in his smile. That hint of coldness fell into the Black-haired boy's barely open green pupils, which then began to darken in waves. As the sensation of suffocation increased, it was accompanied by a mounting roar in his ears. Amidst the pitch-black darkness, irregular dark gray noise appeared across his retinas.
It was as if he were falling into darkness.
Whether it was an accidental killing in the Bar, Gin calculated silently in his heart. Once the timing was right, he abruptly released his grip.
The black-haired boy propped his left elbow on the table, his entire upper body trembling. He gasped for air in great gulps, his head spinning from oxygen deprivation, his throat throbbed with a sharp, stinging pain from being constricted.
The intense exertion had left his once-neat uniform disheveled. As his entire body leaned against the table, his shirt was pulled up slightly, revealing a small section of his tanned waist. With his breathing growing rapid, the hem of his shirt rose and fell, causing his lean yet firm waist to appear and disappear intermittently.
Despite the protests of his aching body, the Black-haired boy still snapped his eyes open, glaring fiercely at Gin with a hint of inexplicable stubbornness.
His dark green eyes were startlingly bright, carrying a sharp intensity that felt as if they could burn someone.
Gin enjoyed the boy's disheveled appearance, feeling in high spirits.
He leaned slightly toward the boy, gazing into his eyes.
Gin had no intention of making things difficult for the Black-haired boy, but years of blade flashes and gunfire had naturally imbued him with an aura unique to the dark world—one that remained inconspicuous on ordinary days, yet would unconsciously leak out slightly during certain special moments.
The lights in the Bar flickered, making the brilliance in the Silver-haired youth's emerald eyes shimmer, yet they held a chilling chill reminiscent of late autumn; his gaze was thin and cold, carrying an unconscious aggression.
Like a leopard preparing to prey, his target was clearly not you, yet even as you watched from the sidelines, you could still sense that danger.
He raised his hand again.
The black-haired boy frowned and tried to dodge, but his rapidly depleted stamina and the lingering dizziness in his mind prevented him from moving in time. He could only watch helplessly as Gin's hand landed on his neck.
The bowtie at his neck had long since been loosened by the previous fight, his collar was messily open, revealing the youth's well-defined collarbones.
Gin ripped off his bowtie.
The Black-haired boy's collar was instantly thrown wide open, exposing his tanned skin on his neck and below, which rose and fell with his breathing, while his Adam's apple slid slightly with each breath.
Gin didn't care. The silver-haired youth raised an eyebrow with a cold sneer and tossed the bowtie over. The shimmering, multicolored lights cast themselves upon the two, the black-haired boy looked into the unknown silver-haired youth's grayish-green eyes. He saw him open his mouth—
His voice was low and his tone gentle, yet it clearly carried a faint warning.
Remember, don't meddle in other people's business.
Author's Note:
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(1) This is just simple observation of him, don't get any ideas!
Akai is still in university. Although the two are roughly the same age, there is still a certain gap between him and Gin at this time; after all, in terms of experience, Gin has clearly undergone much more training and possesses a gap in experience across various aspects.
Akai was planning to join the FBI to investigate the cause of his father's death at this time. The three from the Black Organization clearly exuded a dangerous aura, combined with the flaws revealed by the mission target, he became quite cautious. However, he never expected this matter to be related to the Black Organization—how could it be such a coincidence.. (It really was that much of a coincidence).
Moreover, he was facing someone roughly his own age. In a place like a Bar, the other party wouldn't resort to using a gun directly. Since he felt confident in his skills in close-quarters combat, he spoke out to test him directly, in order to obtain more intelligence, he even voiced his deduction regarding the flaws he had discovered in them.
Unfortunately, the person he encountered was Gin..
He felt a pang of heartache for Akai, who had been beaten for a few seconds.
After all, during this period, he clearly couldn't win against Gin in a fight, lol.
Speaking of which, Gin currently holds a "condescending" view toward anyone roughly his own age—for instance, he views Amuro Tooru as someone beneath him, he finds Akai interesting, perhaps even somewhat admirable. This is because he has always been at the top among his peers in the Black Organization (maintaining a significant lead), having undergone numerous missions, he developed this mindset toward people like Amuro and Akai, who, despite being excellent, clearly have not been stained by blood.
It was their first time meeting, yet somehow it still ended up being described as a fight..
By the way, Gin's S-attribute was fully exposed during the fight..
Chapter 16: Chapter Sixteen: The Black-haired boy felt that as he said this, he carried..
I feel so tired; I really want to change jobs.
Gin had this thought for the twenty-seventh time.
And then it was cruelly suppressed by him.
It is not the time.
This Mission can truly be settled quickly.
Gin truly felt that if he did this a few more times, "act rather than talk" would definitely become his motto.
It was three days later when he returned to that Bar.
The Silver-haired youth had just finished a fierce battle; wrapped in the cold chill of the night and a faint scent of blood, he stepped through the doors of the Bar.
He happened to run into the Black-haired boy who had just finished his shift.
Seeing the Black-haired boy's green eyes suddenly widen and seeing him enter a state of alertness the very next second, Gin found it inexplicably amusing.
How wicked.
He critiqued himself.
However, the gloom following the previous bloody battle had indeed dissipated quite a bit due to this little episode, so he spoke with a decent mood:
You've been fired?
He was confrontational right from the start.
Of course he could tell that the Black-haired boy had not been fired; he estimated it was simply because he had started his shift early today—he was still wearing the band uniform he had changed out of.
However, that didn't stop him from saying so.
A look of sheer frustration appeared on the Black-haired boy's handsome, youthful face, but he ultimately did not lash out—even if he did, he was no match for Gin. He simply replied with a lukewarm response.
No, I've been reassigned. I just finished my shift.
The youth frowned slightly as he spoke, a clear sense of vigilance on his face, his green eyes filled with a faint hostility.
It was understandable—in fact, the fact that he could remain calm enough to respond to the man who had beaten him up only three days ago was quite composed.
The Black-haired boy wore the bar uniform, the high collar covering half of his neck, while the slightly tapered top revealed the firm lines of his waist. His slim-fit trousers accentuated his long, sturdy legs, making him look quite professional in his attire.
Just watching me like that?" Gin "kindly" offered a suggestion, "Aren't you going to change your clothes?
The Black-haired boy pursed his lips slightly, turned around immediately, left behind only a single sentence: "I'll be watching you."
Gin blinked, his expression full of perfunctory dismissal.
..
The Black-haired boy appeared at Gin's table once again.
He didn't know why he had come over either; perhaps it was because he refused to lose? Or perhaps it was because he felt an inexplicable resonance with the guy in front of him?
What was he thinking? He warned himself, how could his aura be compatible with someone like this?
At a glance, he was no saint.
Wait, I don't seem like much of a saint myself.
Not thinking about any of that nonsense, the Black-haired boy gave himself a reason in his heart: I'm just watching this guy to prevent him from doing anything bad.
He subconsciously ignored the fact that even if he were to do something bad, he wouldn't have the ability to stop him.
The black-haired boy was once again dressed in casual attire.
He wore a beige, casual wide-collar T-shirt with sleeves reaching his elbows, revealing tanned forearms with thin layers of muscle; his wrists were somewhat slender but possessed great strength. On his lower body, he wore a pair of dark blue high-waisted skinny jeans that outlined his lean waist and long legs.
The Black-haired boy was handsome and young; in the atmosphere of the Bar, this outfit added a touch of wildness to his appearance.
Unlike last time, he didn't ask this time; he simply sat down.
However—
Are you going to share a table without even asking my opinion?
When he changed out of his band uniform, Gin clearly didn't wait for him, but instead ordered a real "Gin."
The translucent liquid carried the fresh scent of juniper; as the Silver-haired youth swirled it, the sound of ice cubes clinking against the glass could be heard.
His posture was extremely relaxed.
The black-haired boy raised an eyebrow and asked in return, "You don't welcome me?"
Not welcome." Gin spoke with complete composure, giving no face at all. "If you bring me two bottles of liquor, I might welcome you a little more.
Black-haired boy: Won't you go get them yourself?
He didn't say the words, but his eyes clearly conveyed that meaning.
It's going to cost money..
"Can I just take it for free?" The Black-haired boy finally lost his composure.
Maybe there's an employee discount?" Gin said indifferently. He turned his head to look at the Black-haired boy, raising an eyebrow teasingly. "Besides, if you don't treat me to a couple of drinks, why should I agree to share a table with you?
Black-haired boy [male]: ……
Gin continued drinking with an indifferent expression, as if the living person beside him did not exist.
After a long silence, the youth stood up. "What do you want?"
Scotch Whisky and Gin." The Silver-haired youth said without changing his expression, as if speaking casually, "The vintage and brand are up to you.