![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Kotani sat in his car, grasping the wheel tightly.
Checking the clock Kotani glanced back up at the door. Sure enough Hiroya was exiting the building now. Kotani smiled slightly at the happy look on Hiroya's face as he adjusted his fedora. Then Kotani's smile fell when he noticed the man standing in the lit door. The guy, Kotani refused to be a stalker and find out his name, had been hanging out with Hiroya a lot lately. Closing the door to the office where he and Hiroya worked the other man jogged down the steps and wrapped an arm around Hiroya's waist.
Turning to start the engine Kotani ignored the cheerful way Hiroya smiled at the man, and the man smiled back.
The smart rap on the window of his passenger side shocked him badly enough that Kotani stepped on the gas, revving the engine and making Hiroya and his friend look that way. Staring at the figure outside of the door like he was an apparition Kotani reached over and opened the door.
"A bit nippy isn't it?" Nagayan smiled as he slipped into the passenger seat. "How about we head somewhere to warm up?"
Kotani looked to where Hiroya had been and realized that obviously the revving engine hardly been noticed at all, as Hiroya was already halfway down the street. "Of course Mr. Nagayama." Moving the car into gear Kotani stepped on the gas, turning the car away from then end of the street where Hiroya was and driving off.
"Do you want to know his name?" Nagayama asked after a few seconds of silence.
"No." Kotani turned on his turn signal, making a neat turn as he headed towards Nagayan's estate. The sooner he got Nagayama dropped off there the sooner he could go to his apartment, or the bar, the bar was starting to sound really good.
"Ryuji. Ryuji Kamiyama."
Kotani tightened his grip on the wheel, the rubbed becoming slick under his sweaty palms. Nagayama had been watching too. Hiroya could be in trouble. Kotani should talk to him…
"A few nights ago, in a bar, you talked to someone you shouldn't have Konii." Nagayan scolded lightly as they pulled into the drive leading to the estate. "You should be careful where you chose to drink you know. Cops visit that bar."
"I don't…" Kotani furrowed his brow. No he did remember. A tall guy, faintly Spanish looking, with a lame pick up line. "I didn't say anything important."
"Be sure that things stay that way hmm?" One of the other mafia members opened the door and Nagayan slipped out. "Or you'll find out how I know Ryuji's name."
Turning to start the engine Kotani ignored the cheerful way Hiroya smiled at the man, and the man smiled back.
The smart rap on the window of his passenger side shocked him badly enough that Kotani stepped on the gas, revving the engine and making Hiroya and his friend look that way. Staring at the figure outside of the door like he was an apparition Kotani reached over and opened the door.
"A bit nippy isn't it?" Nagayan smiled as he slipped into the passenger seat. "How about we head somewhere to warm up?"
Kotani looked to where Hiroya had been and realized that obviously the revving engine hardly been noticed at all, as Hiroya was already halfway down the street. "Of course Mr. Nagayama." Moving the car into gear Kotani stepped on the gas, turning the car away from then end of the street where Hiroya was and driving off.
"Do you want to know his name?" Nagayama asked after a few seconds of silence.
"No." Kotani turned on his turn signal, making a neat turn as he headed towards Nagayan's estate. The sooner he got Nagayama dropped off there the sooner he could go to his apartment, or the bar, the bar was starting to sound really good.
"Ryuji. Ryuji Kamiyama."
Kotani tightened his grip on the wheel, the rubbed becoming slick under his sweaty palms. Nagayama had been watching too. Hiroya could be in trouble. Kotani should talk to him…
"A few nights ago, in a bar, you talked to someone you shouldn't have Konii." Nagayan scolded lightly as they pulled into the drive leading to the estate. "You should be careful where you chose to drink you know. Cops visit that bar."
"I don't…" Kotani furrowed his brow. No he did remember. A tall guy, faintly Spanish looking, with a lame pick up line. "I didn't say anything important."
"Be sure that things stay that way hmm?" One of the other mafia members opened the door and Nagayan slipped out. "Or you'll find out how I know Ryuji's name."