Memento Mori (MikaYuu)

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Mika rolled a stack of successful trade dollars under his fingertips in his pockets as he walked away slowly with Sully following close behind. The night air reeked of dumpsters and crisp dead plants.

Winter.

He returned to the passenger seat, locking his door after all four of his boys returned to the vehicle. He kept his gaze low as he rolled up the windows.

"Okay, so... Does anyone else want burgers?" Sully prosed quietly as he pulled out of the alley. The habitual uneasiness of the jobs always lingered and thickened in the air for a long time, silence much needed after the deed was done.

"Kinda. But I really wanna get out of here first."

"Touché."

Sully eyed over at Mika who didn't speak a word. "What about you, mute?"

"I just wanna get this money away back at home." He forced, rolling his thumb over the stack once more. Nine-hundred dollars.

Yuu was on his mind the entire time.

"Alright, alright. Let's get you back home to your boyfriend... God, that feels so weird to say," he uttered as he slowly drove past a red light. "Are we cool?"

Mika looked over at him, furrowing his brows. "Yeah. Why would we not be?"

Sully suddenly forced back his smile, unable to stifle his snort. "I dunno, I just... Yuu, and... I kinda connected the pieces now since that night you went ape... I thought you wouldn't trust me with this whole sit'che'ation of you dudes hookin' up."

The blond laughed, shaking his head. "It's not as big of a deal as you think it is. We're cool, don't worry."

"Cooler than ice?" the brunette grinned.

"Okay, now you're just being weird... But, yes, ice cold."

A laugh left Sully as he steered down the dark street, tapping his rings against the steering wheel.

"Ain't that some shit. For a Christian you do some unholy ass shit."

"Well... Kids always break the parents' rules an-"

"Whoa whoa whoa, hold up... The fuck?"

A pair of blue headlights illuminated the icy road ahead of them in Morse code, requesting a pullover. He squinted, looking into his rearview.

"Son of a bitch." Sully uttered.

He slowly turned down the road, the same car following close behind. He did a series of maneuvers - stopping, road-humping, and wiggling - and the black truck behind them just kept mimicking.

"Is that the same dudes we just traded with?" Mika asked, buckling up his seatbelt.

"You bet your sweet ass it is. Here," he blindly placed a gun in Mika's lap. "Take out the fucker's tires, would you?"

There was a sharp pause in the car, silence overcoming all of them. They all glanced at Sully.

"Are you fucking stupid?" the blond retorted. "We're in front of them; they have a better vantage point than we do. They could take our head off if they-"

"Would you just fucking hurry up and do it before I hit the highway?! I need to speed away from them! And don't miss!"

Mika shook his head with a loud sigh, checking the magazine. "You are a fucking nuthead, I swear to God. Don't you ever have kids. Swerve left."