So far everything had gone according to his plan. He adjusted his glasses, making the rays of sun reflect on their surface. Slowly an evil smirk appeared on his face, a perfect emotion for his purposes. His eyes were cold and he gazed at the man before him with resentment and cruelty.

But it was only a facade because deep inside he was trembling with fear of what hes was about to do.

'Shou-chan, bring me my gun, please,' said the man with an excited smile on his face.

'Right away, Byakuran-san,' he answered in a firm voice, already heading towards the door.

He closed them silently behind him and walked to the door on the other side of the corridor. Then he closed another door carefully, looking around for Byakuran's gun. There! He spotted it on a small coffee-table right in front of him.

He heaved a heavy breath and took it in his hand, shuddering at the feeling. The metal was cold and the edges were sharp as if telling him this was not a toy. He gulped with uneasiness and took a glance at the door.

Quickly he fished a small box out of his pocket and opened it revealing six silver bullets. Then he took out the normal ones and replaced them with the silver ones. It was also a part of the plan. If someone was shoot, they were only put to sleep by the sleeping draught in the bullets.

When he finished, he wiped his sweaty forehead and went through the door. His mask was in place once again.

'Here you are, Byakuran-san,' he put the gun on the table before the man.

'Thank you,' Byakuran sing-songed, touching the metal lovingly.

'Not a problem,' he shook his head. 'Do you want me to stay?'

'Nay, I'll call you when I'm done,' Byakuran smiled sweetly at him.

He just nodded his head and left the room. He hid in the Meeting Room, right next to the one Byakuran was in. He didn't heared the conversation conducted in there. And he didn't need to. The gunshot he heared was enough.

He wiped a single tear rolling down his cheek.

It had all gone according to his plan.