Non Ducor, Duco 〈 Mikayuu 〉

❌5- Petty Rivalry❌

Pulling myself along with the knowledge that I could fall should my feet or hands loosen in grip, my blue gaze checked to see I did in fact close the vent I entered through. Four signs of life- security guards- were up ahead. Two grouped together on one side of the room, the others across from them, although their backs were facing me. They barely noticed me, inching along the pipe attached to the ceiling. They didn't notice the lights that were coming from my goggles. You would think four security guards trained to keep both personnel and buildings safe would notice a member of the black market reenacting Mission Impossible on the ceiling.
Grabbing my sniper rifle with one hand, I dropped behind the two nearest guards, beating the one on the right with the butt of my gun, the other getting the nozzle. Their bodies fell limply upon the floor as I stood, pointing my gun where the other guards should have been.
If you haven't guessed, they were in fact not standing. They too were unconscious on the floor, the man standing above him one I rather loathed, despite only knowing him in person for a day. The media calls him Green. The window behind him was open, leading me to believe by the fact one of the guards was laying face down, that he kicked one.
"You're kidding me." I groaned, storming down the hall in hopes to lose him.

  "It's not like I want to be here with you. I didn't even know you were in the building." He muttered, staying behind to my left.
"Then piss off."
"Can't. My job's up there." He said, pointing over my shoulder to a door, locked by a keypad.
"Well, that means you can go ahead. You have no requirement to remains behind me." I shooed him away over my shoulder. A pest. A fly buzzing about my head. That is what he is. So, I kicked him in the stomach. This time he was prepared, catching my foot with a hand, ducking beneath it.
"Let's save that for later, Blue. I know for a fact there are two people in the corridor nearby, and three where I need to go. Both of us should save our energy, as entertaining as it would be to see you go to jail." He pointed out, walking ahead.
"Hyacinth," I muttered. She responded as I was finishing saying her name.
"He's right. How he knows that is beyond me, but considering he disabled the security system on the side of the building he entered, it's safe to say he has his ways." She informed me as I passed Green, who was crouched in front of the key pad, unscrewing the panel.
"Why doesn't he have a program?" I asked, narrowing my eyes as I turned my attention to the corridor ahead. My target was a woman who was prematurely aged by what she must have gone through. The squadron leader of the security in this building. I wasn't informed of what she had done to deserve the punishment, only that it was my job to take her out.
"He never received one. My guess for reasoning is his skill in the areas you lacked. He is able to breach security easily, and seems to know a thing or two about the security programming. You're more adept in the violent tasks, which may be why the two of you haven't crossed paths previously." She theorized as I spotted my target, getting down on one knee, aiming the rifle at her. I paused, eyeing the guard next to her. Turning a switch on my gun, the ammo switched. Firing quickly at the guard, I turned the switch again, quickly firing at the woman. Walking over, I sighed. "Tell them the body needs to be disposed of quickly,  before everyone wakes up." I ordered, spinning around.
"On it."

Green was closing the door behind him by the time I was heading to my window. I saw a glimpse of the room, a typical security room. The three bodies were in a pile in the center of the room.  His comment of finishing our fight later never pulled through that night, for I left quickly, leaving him to reactivate all of the security.
"Wow, that's cold." Hyacinth commented as I landed on to the pavement.
"Oh wow, really? I didn't know." I mumbled, heading home.
Don't get me wrong, I do respect most things of Green. He can do what I cannot. But that is also what pushes my hatred for him. He must get paid more, for not having to use Hyacinth. I needed all I could get to support my business and myself. Which is what resulted in my very cheap eating habits. As much as I respect him, I still hold a burning hatred for him. There may even be envy alongside it.

A typical rivalry.

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                   Author's Note

Hey everyone! Sorry for the short chapter that isn't as good as everything else after such a long time, This was just a little chapter I've been trying to do but putting off for the past week.

But, despite this,
I promise to vigilantly update this story. Even though It does not have the popularity as Cri De Ceuor, It still holds a special place in my heart.

Thank you for your persistent support.