Hello people! been a long time! I was surprise people were still reading my fics and was encouraged, so I will post this thing that has been stuck in my folder for a long time...
Disclaimer: I do not own Gintama, but we all know that.
Contract Killer
Thousands of babies are born in one day, at the same time countless people die. That's just how life goes. Ever since little he has watched family, friends die. Car crashes, wild bullets, bank robberies, suicides. God, even freak accidents happen right before his eyes. If it was somehow fate to witness death more than the usual, then, why not make a living out of it?
Every time he would close his eyes he would return to that moment at the orphanage, a tall man wearing a black cloak jabbing a gun in the middle of his forehead. He could see it in the man's eyes he had already killed people younger than him. Brats the type where snot drips off their noses and flows like Ganges river which makes you want to kill them even more. But the way the little boy looked at him, not with anger not begging for mercy. It was a look that said he had seen more death than the average seven year old, probably rivaling his whole life's worth of shit. Those dull lifeless blood red eyes. They were a curse; he said it was a gift.
Opening them once again he would return to the present.
Time check: 09:05
Breathing steadied, eyes peeking through the scope and fingers on the trigger. A bearded old man in formal attire fixing his tie in the washroom was like a sitting duck served on a golden platter. "Too easy". The moment he went to throw a tissue he just used to wipe his wrinkly wet hands with in the trash bin near the window ― the trigger was pulled.
It was swift and silent. Blood pooled at the tiled floor where his head, and the rest of his lifeless body, laid, brain splattered across the floor. There is no reason to linger any further so he placed the sniping gun in her case and bolted for the door, out of the roof, out of the building, and as far away from the scene of the crime as possible.
Death is inevitable. It is just that he makes money out of it. How else could he afford to return home to a penthouse room in one of the most costly hotels in the city? It was also the highest hotel giving the most spectacular view. Everyday you'd see humans waste their time with useless nonsense. Every day they would walk the busy streets without knowing all their lives could end with one twitch of his finger. The day would seize with him leaning in the terrace holding a cup of hot chocolate, acting as if nothing, out of the human description of the ordinary, happened.
Location: Store by the side walk
Oct 19,20XX; 07:09
A Clinging sound was heard as the Door opens
"Oh sougo! Just in time! Here, newly delivered." An old man in the store handed a brown paper bag. He looked way too jolly for his age of 59. He kept shoving the bag in Sougo's face as he stared at him with eyes half lidded in boredom. He thanked the old man and paid for it. This is how Saturday mornings are; usually that is.
"Where is she?" A ruckus outside the shop? So early in the morning as well. People really are scums aren't they?
He would have usually brushed it off if it weren't for the petite figure crashing into his chest leaving a loud thump sound
"So-sorry-"
"HEY! Watch where you're going!" Some girl wearing a hoodie collided with him. He ended up dropping the bag spilling the cocoa beans. Fuck. Yes beans not powder, it's really no different with people who prefer their coffee as beans first then grinding them into powder later on. Effort right, but isn't that how love goes? Love is driving for hours just so you could bring those golden brown butter fingers to a nagging old hag who spent half of her life raising you. Love is waiting in long lines and shoving off people like a mad gorilla just to get a copy of your favorite singers limited edition CD's. Love is giving your only son to a bunch of pigshits and be doubted of existence. Yeah, love is just bullshit.
He might have been too harsh but chocolates are the only thing left that is good in the world, take it away and his humanity spirals into chaos.
"Geez, i said I'm sorry"
"Maybe if you weren't wearing such stupid looking sunglasses you'd actually see where you're going"
"Fashion advice? Says the guy wearing a plain T shirt and worn out jeans" Brat. Don't you know the ladies swoon over me? They come crawling on their knees just to plant their ugly faces on my shoes.
"I think she went this way" said a voice which was probably the same one from before.
"Ohh? What's that, running away huh? Maybe i should call them in to join the party?"
"Mind your own business!" With that she angled her foot, twisting a little to the right and gave a bone breaking, tissue swelling and muscle aching kick to his shin. He is only human, he won't put up an act like some cool, badass terminator who doesn't feel anything, he won't pretend it didn't hurt; actually he's writhing in pain right now. She left twirling her body a 180, while he crouched on the floor holding his injured leg.
Brat
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Penthouse; 08:38
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Ring ring
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Ring ring
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Ring riiiiiiiing
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"Yo..."
"Took you long enough" the only thing worse than hot cocoa disappearing on the face of the planet was hijikata being born in the same universe. Hearing his voice pisses him off, smelling his dog food makes him want to puke a mile away, seeing his face makes him want to pull the trigger right in his temple with a loud bang! Tsk
"How's the last work?"
"Hijikata, are you my mom? Stop checking up on me every minute or so."
"Shut up! Make sure you submit a progress report"
"Sounds boring"
He dismissed the disobedient boy's disinterest and continued. "Anyways, I'm sending you the details on your next job"
"Another love letter, I sure am popular these days."
"Ohh, I'm sure you'll love this one"
Beep beep
He hung up. It became customary that the two irritate each other in any way possible. Sougo has been working with him long enough that making hell of each other's lives became a tradition, a natural occurrence, or whatever you call it. He was on the other side of the line but intuition kicks in, somehow he knew he was smirking. He quickly opened the laptop; sure enough he had one new mail.
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-TOP SECRET-
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He read the mail, then looked up and blinked twice. Was his vision that bad? Did he just read wrong?
He read it again
Blah blah blah...…...kill the heir of the Yato Corp... Blah blah blah... Obtain the password for...blah blah blah...more unimportant things….. blah blah blah…. This part is probably important but chooses to ignore it…..blah blah…..
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Job description: kill heir of Yato Corp.
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Obtain Password
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Job: infiltrate, acquire and assassinate
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Hell no. He is a killer, not a stalker! He is not some information breaker. He doesn't do jobs that require contact with the target. How the hell was he supposed to accomplish this? You're shittin me.
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POP UP!
Mayora13 wants to chat with you
Click accept
Mayora13: how's it?
Sadist13: no...
Mayora13: a'ww c'mon., besides, i hear you don't have to get the password, watever. Its just a bonus. The pay is good as is.
Sadist13: as an extra extra bonus ill be taking your life then.
Sadist13 left the chat room
Mayora13: ...
Location: yoshiwara;
Oct 20 ; 8:42
This sure is a big ass event, must be nice to be rich. He was given details but it was really vague, not to mention the job itself was abrupt and out of the blue. He had to hunt down some shady informant to at least learn a little bit more info. It appears the Yato Corp. does a lot of things ranging from resorts and hotels, airlines and travels to underground weapons dealing and even mafia/ triad/ yakuza connections.
Apparently they've killed a person or two or two thousands but who's counting really? They've probably stepped on a few foots and landed themselves in deep shit, it's no wonder someone wants the head dead. Hell, he probably gets more death threats than love letters which probably isn't a healthy habit. Not something you'd want on a daily basis.
Peeking through the scope like a lion stalking his prey, a salmon-because they say pink is for girls- headed man holds a champagne glass while slowly walking up to the stage. Looks like he's about to make his speech.
Breathing slowly, Sougo closed his eyes. Back to the past once more, remember that moment. That moment when he was prepared to die, rather, he didn't really care what happens. Even as a child he knew death was inescapable. But until you've finished your mission, you have no rights to die. That's what old man Matsudaira told him. He was a good man, taught him everything he knew. When he took this job on, he gained a purpose a reason to live. That is to kill―
"Put- the- sniper- down."
A voice came from behind him. Fuck, your shittin me. Who the hell― how did they― shit. He could feel the cold steel of the gun pressed at the back of his head. I double checked it, the building was clear!
"Turn around-slowly.."
He did as he was told, slowly facing the gun wielder. What he saw surprised him. The anonymous gun wielder was a girl clad in a red Chinese dress. The moon shone on her vermillion colored hair that ghosted on her porcelain like skin and her sapphire eyes twinkled in the ominous darkness of the night. Very few females choose such a dangerous profession but never thought he'd see one as- well beautiful as her.
"Guess i don't mind if a beauty ends my life", what a way to die, " or rather, won't you be my slave,? I'll give you a nice house and feed you three times a day. I'll even give you a collar as a welcoming gift"
"Shut up! I'm taking you to the boss"
"Ohh, sorry but i don't swing that way-"
Using his incredible agility and strength he kicked the gun off her hands and it flew to the side hitting a nearby vent. He half expected her to run towards the gun and half to pull out a different gun straight from the side of a leg holster like in the movies. But instead his face was met with a stone hard fist. He fell to the ground with the unforeseen impact. She bent a bit widening her stance, like an expert marshal artist. Damn, who is this person?
(A/N): So? tell me what you think kay? I've already written the next chapter but still need to proofread it... but I will post the next chapter! sometime... that is...
Note that I update reaaaaaaaally slow... sorrey...