[Macross Frontier] A Day In The Business
Title: A Day In The Business
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, language
Genre: AU, general
Word Count: 511
Main Character(s): Michel, Alto, Luca
Pairing(s): None
Summary: Michel and Alto like an old married couple after a hit.
Disclaimer: Macross Frontier, characters and settings are copyright to Satelight and Studio Nue.
AN: This came about after a fanart I saw where it had the boys and Ozma dressed like BAMF Mafia or hitmen. I actually wrote this in longhand over a year ago but never got around to typing it up until now.
“Goddamn it, Michel! You almost took my head off!”
Michel Blanc paused in putting his duffel bag into the trunk of the car, looking at the other young man stomping towards him, scoffing, “If I want to take your head off, I’d done it while you were in the shower.”
“You- you-!” Alto Saotome came to a halt and spluttered, grasping for the right words before coming up with, “Are you spying on me showering?!”
Michel smirked, putting the bag containing his sniper rifle in the false bottom of the trunk. The leather case made a dull thump.
“You are so cute when you’re being prudish,” he said, straightening up and completely avoiding answering the question.
“Shut up.” Alto glared, the two red spots on his cheeks already fading to pale pink. He brushed past Michel, intending to get into the driver’s side of the car when he was yanked to an abrupt halt, nearly falling over backwards. “Michel, what the hell?!”
There was no playful smirk or amusement on Michel’s expression; there was a slight frown. Instead, Michel lifted up a hand, touching two fingers to Alto’s bare neck, showing the sticky redness on the fingers to Alto silently.
“Shit,” Alto swore.
Ozma will have his head if he were here. Never ever leave traces behind, at the scene or on you. It had been drilled into him but he had forgotten, after the close shave he had. The target had been less than an arm’s length away when Michel took that deadly shot.
A damp towel was handed to him. Alto took it gratefully, wiping away whatever remains of the blood spatter. His jacket was a dark enough colour that the blood stains don’t stand out. He tossed the towel into the trunk among the other duffel bags nestled in there. The towel hit one of the bags with a faint smack. Michel brought the false bottom down with a thump, giving the illusion of an empty trunk once more.
“You should have been more careful,” Michel said, moving around to the passenger side of the car.
“Whatever.” Alto huffed. He had been careless, he knew that. If they were out in public, he would have aroused suspicion.
The earpieces in their ears came to life with a crackle and a young, high voice chirupped, “Police ETA in ten minutes. If you two are still there, which I know you both are, get out of there now.”
“Are you spying on us, you little minx?” Michel grinned, slamming the door shut just as Alto started the engine.
The laugh was amused. “And how will you know if I’m watching you both right now? By the way, good work guys.”
“You’re an even worse pervert than Michel,” said Alto. “You two are made for each other. Damn voyeurs.”
“Haha. Now get moving. Before you arouse suspicion and get arrested.” The connection was cut off.
The police cars sped by the nondescript four door vehicle. The officers inside the patrol cars never suspected anything amiss as they sped towards the crime scene.
TBC. Maybe.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, language
Genre: AU, general
Word Count: 511
Main Character(s): Michel, Alto, Luca
Pairing(s): None
Summary: Michel and Alto like an old married couple after a hit.
Disclaimer: Macross Frontier, characters and settings are copyright to Satelight and Studio Nue.
AN: This came about after a fanart I saw where it had the boys and Ozma dressed like BAMF Mafia or hitmen. I actually wrote this in longhand over a year ago but never got around to typing it up until now.
“Goddamn it, Michel! You almost took my head off!”
Michel Blanc paused in putting his duffel bag into the trunk of the car, looking at the other young man stomping towards him, scoffing, “If I want to take your head off, I’d done it while you were in the shower.”
“You- you-!” Alto Saotome came to a halt and spluttered, grasping for the right words before coming up with, “Are you spying on me showering?!”
Michel smirked, putting the bag containing his sniper rifle in the false bottom of the trunk. The leather case made a dull thump.
“You are so cute when you’re being prudish,” he said, straightening up and completely avoiding answering the question.
“Shut up.” Alto glared, the two red spots on his cheeks already fading to pale pink. He brushed past Michel, intending to get into the driver’s side of the car when he was yanked to an abrupt halt, nearly falling over backwards. “Michel, what the hell?!”
There was no playful smirk or amusement on Michel’s expression; there was a slight frown. Instead, Michel lifted up a hand, touching two fingers to Alto’s bare neck, showing the sticky redness on the fingers to Alto silently.
“Shit,” Alto swore.
Ozma will have his head if he were here. Never ever leave traces behind, at the scene or on you. It had been drilled into him but he had forgotten, after the close shave he had. The target had been less than an arm’s length away when Michel took that deadly shot.
A damp towel was handed to him. Alto took it gratefully, wiping away whatever remains of the blood spatter. His jacket was a dark enough colour that the blood stains don’t stand out. He tossed the towel into the trunk among the other duffel bags nestled in there. The towel hit one of the bags with a faint smack. Michel brought the false bottom down with a thump, giving the illusion of an empty trunk once more.
“You should have been more careful,” Michel said, moving around to the passenger side of the car.
“Whatever.” Alto huffed. He had been careless, he knew that. If they were out in public, he would have aroused suspicion.
The earpieces in their ears came to life with a crackle and a young, high voice chirupped, “Police ETA in ten minutes. If you two are still there, which I know you both are, get out of there now.”
“Are you spying on us, you little minx?” Michel grinned, slamming the door shut just as Alto started the engine.
The laugh was amused. “And how will you know if I’m watching you both right now? By the way, good work guys.”
“You’re an even worse pervert than Michel,” said Alto. “You two are made for each other. Damn voyeurs.”
“Haha. Now get moving. Before you arouse suspicion and get arrested.” The connection was cut off.
The police cars sped by the nondescript four door vehicle. The officers inside the patrol cars never suspected anything amiss as they sped towards the crime scene.
TBC. Maybe.