Chapter 89 Chapter 85 "In the future, I'll deliver takeout to you, then you.."
You really didn't use poison?
Bourbon was speechless at this: "No!"
He raised his arm and took a gulp of Fanta; the icy, sweet, tangy carbonated drink quenched much of the Blonde-haired youth's frustration.
After a gulp of soda, Amuro Tooru looked up and said irritably, "If you ask one more time, I'm really going to poison you!"
Gin gave a cold snort and said no more, pointing at the bento box of sushi in front of him.
The round, plump grains of rice were translucent, emitting a delicate and enticing sweet aroma mixed with sushi vinegar. The salmon slices layered on top were a deep pink, their texture fine and shimmering with a subtle oily luster under the sunlight, resting perfectly atop the rice.
In a small container beside it, there was also a portion of Wasabi, a vibrant green.
"Want some?" Gin invited.
But to be honest, the reason he was being so kind was actually..
This salmon sushi was too heavy in flavor; he didn't like it.
Once his stomach was no longer so empty, Gin did not intend to mistreat himself—even though he was not a picky eater.
Amuro Tooru cast a suspicious glance at the excellently presented salmon sushi, then shifted his uncertain gaze toward Gin's face.
Gin's expression was extremely natural, as cold as ever.
This time, it was Bourbon's turn to hesitate. He took a sip of Fanta to steady his nerves and repeated the question his opponent had disdainfully asked a few minutes ago: "You didn't poison it, did you?"
Gin showed no sign of anger upon hearing this. He put down his chopsticks and gave a light, mocking smile, the curve of his lips dripping with derision. "Do you know what the difference between you and me is?"
Bourbon, feeling a faint sense of danger, hesitated with great sincerity: ".. Please, teach me."
That's because—" the Silver-haired youth drew out his tone, his beautiful green eyes flashing with a hint of irritation at this gesture. "If I suspect you of poisoning me, I can choose not to eat; but if you suspect me of poisoning you, even if I actually did, you have no other choice.
After saying such heartless, indifferent, incredibly unreasonable words, Gin tapped the table without changing his expression, asking in a tone that sounded like a question but actually left no room for negotiation, "Are you eating?"
Bourbon..
I'm so angry!
Amuro Tooru sighed helplessly, a faint glint flashing in his grey-green eyes, spoke with the tone of a martyr severing his own wrist:
Eat.
It wasn't that he actually suspected Gin had poisoned it; he was just hungry after being busy all morning, so he simply picked up another pair of clean plastic chopsticks and grabbed a salmon sushi.
Actually.. the taste is okay?
Seeing Amuro Tooru compromise, Gin did not intend to go too far; he opened the Tamagoyaki box and took a piece.
The rich and sweet taste of the Sauce intertwined with the flavor of the eggs on his taste buds, soft, tender, fragrant, with an excellent texture.
This place's Tamagoyaki..
Before Gin could even form an evaluation in his mind, a thought suddenly occurred to him, he asked Amuro Tooru, who was currently eating salmon sushi, "You didn't make this Tamagoyaki too, did you?"
“??” Amuro Tooru revealed a look of confusion, which vanished in the blink of an eye. “No, why do you ask?”
Gin shook his head without answering, finally able to evaluate him in his heart with a clear conscience:
The Tamagoyaki at this place is actually quite good.
Amuro Tooru was truly oblivious to such behavior. He took another sip of Fanta, then looked up at the person who was eating Tamagoyaki and Tonkotsu Ramen one bite at a time, asked, "Aren't you going to drink that beer?"
Gin's green eyes swept over the side of the beer can, his tone nonchalant, "I'm not drinking it."
Before Amuro Tooru could say anything, the Silver-haired youth cut him off and continued, "It's expired."
If you're not drinking it, give it to me," the words were forced back down Amuro Tooru's throat. After struggling to swallow them, he suddenly thought of something. "Is this can of Fanta also expired?
Gin's cold gaze swept over the Fanta can this time, his tone remaining indifferent. "I don't know."
He gave a wicked smile. "I didn't drink it, anyway."
I drank it!
Amuro Tooru roared inwardly, thinking to himself that he really shouldn't have trusted Gin, while simultaneously twisting his wrist to search the can for the Fanta expiration date.
Gin blinked and added another piece of Tamagoyaki with his chopsticks.
Calculating the date in his head, seeing that this can of Fanta was still safe, Amuro Tooru breathed a sigh of relief, then raised his arm again to take a sip of Fanta to calm his nerves.
After confirming that he hadn't accidentally drunk an expired beverage, Bourbon breathed a sudden sigh of relief and felt composed enough to tease him, "Just how long did you leave it in there?"
He had actually let the Beer expire.
"I don't remember." Gin was quite honest about this matter—he had many Safe Houses, while his emergency supplies could be stored for a long time, he didn't quite recall the shelf life of other foods and such.
Unaware of the true situation, Amuro Tooru shook his head helplessly. He couldn't really say anything, but looking at the salmon sushi he had left aside, recalling Gin's previous actions, he suddenly remarked, "You aren't giving me the sushi because you think it's too greasy, are you?"
He guessed correctly.
Gin swallowed the enoki mushrooms in his mouth, neither answering nor looking at Amuro Tooru.
Doubtful gazes swirled around Gin, but without any solid evidence, it was impossible to confirm what he was actually thinking; he could only lower his head dejectedly and pop the last piece of sushi into his mouth.
After both parties finished their meal, leaving behind the remaining soup residue and the Bento, Gin leaned back against the Sofa behind him as if it were the most natural thing in the world, looking completely indifferent to everything.
Since they had been partners a few times before, Amuro Tooru naturally understood Gin's temperament. His mouth twitched, but for the sake of the other man being his current Boss and a former confessed love interest, he stood up to clear the things from the coffee table.
Gin did not move.
The moment Bourbon's figure left, his green eyes instantly turned cold, becoming as gloomy as dark clouds preceding a thunderstorm.
A few seconds later, calm returned once again.
..
People who know how to cook generally wash their dishes.
Besides, takeout Bento boxes and such are all disposable, so there is no need to even wash them; just pour out the soup, throw them into a sturdy trash bag.
Bourbon tied the garbage bag tight and prepared to toss it into the recycling area after leaving—today happened to be the designated recycling day.
He turned on the tap to wash his hands, then dried them with a towel before walking out of the kitchen.
The sensation of the cool running water still lingered on his hands, leaving them slightly damp, when Gin's voice suddenly reached his ears.
You've run into quite a bit of trouble since the Scotland incident, haven't you?
..
After the Scotland incident, you've run into quite a bit of trouble, haven't you?
Bourbon's eyes suddenly turned cold.
His expression remained unchanged as he calmly walked back to his original position. "What do you want to say?"
Gin tilted his head, looking at Bourbon's smiling face and tense body, curled his lips slightly. "Sit down."
Watching with satisfaction as the other man did as he was told, Gin spoke his next words in a good mood: "For the sake of this bowl of Udon, I will give you a choice."
“What?”
Amuro Tooru was a bit dazed.
"It's not 'something,' it's just a choice." Gin turned the mobile phone in his hand over, presenting the screen to Bourbon, his grey-green eyes able to see the contents on it clearly.
See?" Bourbon stared at the mobile phone screen. Gin watched Bourbon, seeing the other's pupils dilate slightly, before naturally lowering the phone and saying, "Borse has been transferred back to Japan; Italy is short-handed.
This is the choice I am giving you—go over there to lie low.
Amuro Tooru fell silent for a moment.
Gin did not care about his reaction and continued his statement, his tone calm and devoid of any emotion: "There are pros and cons. The advantages go without saying; as for the disadvantages—"
Since you received your codename, your range of activity has always been within Japan; leaving Japan would be equivalent to severing your network of connections. Secondly, this is merely a temporary fix that doesn't address the root cause. Even if you can hide for a time, as long as you still want to climb the ranks within the Organization in the future, this matter will become a hidden danger for you.
"Decide for yourself what is right and what is wrong," Gin concluded, his tone cold.
I don't need to think about it." Amuro Tooru lifted his eyes to look at Gin, his tone calm yet extremely solemn: "The innocent have nothing to fear.
The words rang with conviction, yet Gin's expression remained unreadable. After a long moment, he let out a low chuckle, his voice deep. "It's because of Scotland, isn't it?"
Cavendish's area of activity is also in Japan.
Whether it was for his own goals or to avenge Scotland, he would never choose to leave.
Bourbon's choice did not come as a surprise to Gin. He stared at the youth's handsome features, watching the purple-grey eyes contract sharply at his words, couldn't help but find it somewhat amusing.
Gin's voice was mellow yet slow, every word sounding like a whisper: "The pure are pure by themselves, the muddy are muddy by themselves."
He stared at Bourbon's face with a half-smile, half-smirk. "Are you 'pure,' or are you 'tainted'?"
Before Amuro Tooru could offer any rebuttal, Gin took the initiative to change the subject: "Forget it, you—"
Be careful" had almost escaped his lips, but the Silver-haired youth realized his identity and immediately changed his words: "Take care of yourself.
Bourbon looked at Gin in silence; everything seemed clearly unchanged, yet for a moment, he felt as if he could not see this dangerous man before him at all.
By the way." The myriad of thoughts swirling in his mind were of no importance to Gin; the latter simply seemed to have remembered something and spoke casually, "The previous teaching agreement still stands.
Since it was an agreement he had won back, Gin didn't intend to go back on it for the time being.
Amuro Tooru's eyes deepened. After a few seconds, he returned to his usual demeanor. The blonde-haired youth seemed to be contemplating something before suddenly revealing a smile—unlike his previous professional smile, this one was much warmer.
Before, Gin, you seemed to be saying.. 'For the sake of the Udon'?
Gin didn't understand, but he still nodded. "What is it?"
“Then—” A hint of playfulness flashed in the blonde-haired youth's greyish-purple eyes as he pushed his luck, "How about I deliver takeout to you from now on, you give me another choice in return?"
Silence—silence—silence—
Gin finally let out a chuckle, breaking the silence.
His well-shaped lips pursed slightly before parting, uttering a single, perfectly articulated word:
Get out!
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Author's Note: The previous few chapters were quite serious, so I'm writing something a bit more lighthearted for these chapters~
Seeing the Little Angels saying that my cover has changed suddenly reminded me—