To Be A Scrapper (Suzuya Juuzou)

Chapter 70

Previous trivia: who would most likely crossdress if needed?

Answer: Ryuu

Ryuu's features are very delicate. Everything, from his face to his voice, is rather gentle (despite his wild personality) and he's the shortest out of the boys. So if there came a mission where someone had to crossdress he would be the one to get the job done.

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"This is it, I guess."

All four elites stood right in front of the door leading to the waiting room designated for scrappers. The tension was unbearable, constricting them to their places as they could only stare ahead while their minds raced with different images of what could meet them inside.

Shin was standing closest to the door, his posture tall and hard as if he were trying to intimidate the door and whoever stood behind it. Ryuu stood right next to him, his stance drastically contrasting to the older male. Ryuu's hands were relaxed at his sides, his chest slightly leaning forward as his head tilted in curiosity.

"Hey princess, I'll bet you three lollipops Shin's gonna be the first one to be attacked."

Emi stood beside the lilac haired boy, snorting at his comment as she unconsciously bounced on her heels.

"I'll bet you five it's gonna be you."

Her hand squeezed tighter around the blond at her side as she spoke. In time they would both find out, through a series of unsettling events, that their predictions were to be the farthest thing from the truth.

Jiro had managed to calm down a bit, and now he stood next to Emi with a blank face. Despite it, the girl could feel his blood pulsating around her fingers at a rapid pace. She tugged at his hand, forcing him to bend until his ear was next to her mouth.

"Everything is going to be okay, Jiro. We're not monsters." She smiled, although she didn't really know, or cared, if she was trying to convince only herself.

"We'll be out as soon as we came in. I promise."

She said before setting a light kiss on his cheek. And everything was quite alright, because humans wouldn't really be humans without white lies and empty promises.

The ghost of a smile fought it's way to Jiro's face as he took a deep breath. The elites had been waiting for the iconic phrase given by Jiro every time they were to start a new mission. The blond had forgotten where they were for a second, but now he was back and ready to get this over with.

Jiro straightened up, looking at the door that waited in front of him before nodding once.

"Elites," he began, his voice oozing a sense of confidence he didn't even realize he had at the moment, but just like gunpowder it made a light flicker inside the rest of the elites. The reply came strong and without a trace of delay.

"Let's do this shit."

And the blond suddenly felt like they would actually make it out alive.

Knowing the elites were as fired up as they could possibly get Shin stepped up to the door. His movements were strong and steady as his fingers curled around the fancy doorknob, pulling firmly until the furniture gave in.

Ryuu zoomed passed the open frame, unable to contain his curiosity as every drop of apprehension was forgotten. Emi was right behind him, unconsciously pulling at the blond who choked a scream against his throat. With that Shin pulled the door closed behind him, but not before catching every pair of eyes from the lobby on them.

Just when the door closed he noticed the knob wouldn't turn from the inside, a trick used to keep the unwilling scrappers inside, he thought. The fact didn't make him nervous, however, because the squeak the door made as it was sliding shut notified him that with the right amout of pressure it could be broken off it's hinges. So he calmly slid his hands into his pockets, making a note of every inch of the hallway the four elites walked down.