Tobirama:

We have the greatest dealing of the year tonight. I expect you to be discrete. No police.

I looked sternly at my men. They gulped.

Yes, Sir.

If you manage to seal the deal, I'll reward you, and your families. If you don't... I absent-mindedly polished my gun. We'll talk about that later. I looked up at them. Do you understand?

Y- Yes, Sir!

Good! Now, if there is any police interference, they need to be killed. Immediately. To scare the others off getting their noses into our business. Understood?

Yes, Sir.

Ahhh, the power. 

Izuna:

It continued for four more weeks.

I worked during weekdays, went to the gym or out running, then every Friday, I went back to Sticky Fingers.

I never saw the albino man, but the brunette bartender, whose name was Chris, was there every week. An amicable friendship developed between us. I found out he was twenty-seven and studied economy at the university, and worked at the bar on weekends.

At work, I continued with the investigation regarding the mafia, under the supervision of Emil. I liked that work as I could wear my normal clothes. I knew it was shallow. I was also sent out a couple of times which had been thrilling, and I knew I did well.

"You have a knack for this." Emil lifted a strand of my hair, tapped my police hat playfully. "Suits you", he said with a smirk.

We hadn't slept together again, but had grown to like each other. During breaks, we could sit in his office, him sipping pitch-black coffee, me snacking on something. We usually spoke about career related things, but sometimes, the conversation got deeper.

"You don't..." He cleared his throat. "You don't mind the scar?" He looked at me shyly from underneath his fringe. He wore that grey cardigan over his police uniform, his standard outfit for work.

I smiled a little, looking at him through my glasses. "You were never someone who srtuck me as insecure, Emil."

"No, Izuna, I'm serious." I could see he was on his facial expression.

"I'm sorry. No, it doesn't bother me. Not the slightest. If anything, it gives your face depth." I held my teamug with both of my hands that were covered with the long sleeves of my black, loosely knitted cardigan, under which I wore a black tank top.

He smiled shyly at that. He'd topped me when we'd fucked, but my guess was he was really a switch. And I wouldn't have minded topping him.

I stood up, leaned forwards and planted a feather kiss on the right corner of his mouth, where he no longer had a lip due to the burn.

"Break's over", I said.

To my great amusement, I saw he was blushing. 

"We've got it." It was Emil, looking up at me and smiling when I entered the meeting room, where the other officers working against the mafia were already seated. "A location for drug dealing." Emil started walking back and forth. "It's going to be massive. Huge!" He gestured with his arms exactly how huge. It was the first time I saw him this passionate. "Izuna!!" He pointed at me. "Frontline. You two." He pointed at two others. "Frontline. You, you, you, and you, back-up. We move tonight I'll pay you for overtime. Now..." He gestured with his hands. "Off you go! Get changed!" 

I sat in the passenger seat of the car while blonde bun-man drove. We drove past the skyscraper where Sticky Fingers lay, and I looked at it longingly. What if he was there tonight? And also Chris.. He might wonder where I was. Focus, Izuna, Focus. I felt my gun holster, where my gun was safely stored away.

"You nervous?" bun-man, whose name was William, asked.

"No", I said.

He smiled "Figured. I am."

I smiled a little, too. "I notice."

"Oh, shut up!" he said amicably. "I'm sorry for mocking you the first day. You're obviously very good at what you're doing."

"Don't worry about it", I said.

We arrived at the avenue one street away from the meeting place and parked our civil car. We stepped out, and I felt at the gun at my thigh to se it was secure. Five other cars, all civil, parked at the avenue that was so crowded that nobody would notice. We walked quickly in the pulsing streetlights, me and seven others, swerving past the people enjoying their Friday evening out. For a second, I looked back yet again at the top of the skyscraper. What if...

Focus, Izuna, focus!

As we got closer, I could feel the atmosphere change; it became darker, more hurried. I could also feel the unmistakable smell of marijuana. This drug deal was ginormous, and with the investigation we'd started to suspect the mafia was stuck with this contaminated batch of the drug and wanted to sell it off quickly. And that was where we were going. I pointed to a side street, indicating for William to go down that route. The backup were behind us, and I put my hand on my gun, making sure it was there. It made me feel safe, having it there.

And we arrived at the spot.

It was full of people, an unusual amount for these kinds of exchanges. The mafia members seemed to be clad in black coats and sunglasses, and I couldn't help but marvel at the stupidness of it; they could've disguised themselves far better. It was almost as if they were caricatures of themselves. But that made our job easier.

We approached, me from my side, William from the other, pretending we were buyers.

But as we approached, a million things happened at once.

"Police!!" someone screamed.

I heard gunshots, and threw myself to the ground.

"William, DOWN!!" I screamed.

I drew my gun, looked up and pointed at the people shooting at us. The buyers had dispersed and disappeared, and left were only eight members of the mafia. I pointed my gun at their feet, disabling one, two...

I heard a bullet whoosh past an inch from my ear. Shit! The backup were firing like mad.

"DON'T KILL THEM!" I screamed. "THEIR FEET!"

How did they know? How did they know we were police?

I crawled to take cover behind a brick wall, but it was pointless as the bullets flew past the path I was taking, making it more dangerous to cross than to stay put. If we didn't get them all down NOW, me and William would inevitably die, and we'd only taken down four of them, their guns having flown away from their hands rendering them useless. Adrenalin was coursing through my blood, making my brain razor-sharp as I lay down on the ground in my uniform. This is it, I thought. We die here.

Suddenly, I heard sirens behind us and one police car stopped right behind me.

And out came Emil, his grey cardigan on, his eyes wild, making him look crazy with the scar glistening in the streetlights.

He lifted his gun, and with four razor-sharp shots, he got the legs of all four standing mafia. Wow...

He stood, eyes still wild, his blonde hair across one eye, panting, smirking. Fuck, that's pretty hot...

Having recovered, he ran to me and bent down.

"Izuna..."

"Emil."

"You did splendidly."

"I fucking sucked!" I wailed. "What the hell was that?"

"We'll talk later."

And it struck me.

It struck me how close I'd been to getting a bullet in my brain.

"Good thinking not taking cover. It would've killed you."

I started trembling. I felt Emil's arm around my shoulders.

"You all right, mate?" William.

I stayed put, melting it all, taking it all in.