He had a job. At this particular job, he was called to kidnap her and return her back to the man who sent him in about four weeks, but during the process he starts to develop some type of feeling toward her, but isn't sure what is it. So what will happen when he has to bring her back to the person who sent him to do the job?
Prologue
The Job
Driving up to the long driveway, the dark ebony hair man stopped when he reached the steel golden gate with a star in the middle that marked the initial of SS. Looking to his right he saw an intercom, but did not press it. As he had expected, a male voice in the intercom spoke in a crispy voice.
"You here for the job?"
He knew what job the man was speaking of. He was there for the job. The question however was whether he wanted to do it. The man hesitated, and finally he gave a one-word answer. "Yeah" he said it with uncertainty that went unheard by the other man.
Behind the dark shades of his, his dark blue orbs wondered toward the golden steel gate that slowly began to open. Behind the gate was a huge crème de la crème mansion that awaited him. When it finally did give him full access, he drove his car on the concrete ground toward the mansion as he heard it closing from behind.
He stopped his car a good four feet away from the three men that were standing by the mansion's lower steps. Getting out of the red convertible, he felt the sunny, breezy heat waver. The man closed the door and began his steady pace toward them.
Having a better view of three men, he stopped midway and gave each man a quick good glance. That is all it took him to have their faces intact within his memory. The two on the side look like his bodyguard since they were wearing black suit and had earpieces as if they were working for the president himself.
The man in the middle had on a lavender cotton robe. The man had jet black hair, and striking blue eyes. He was also built and tall with the height of 5'11. The man that was here for the job was not intimidated what so ever. He was calm and collective since he too was built, but taller at 6'2.
He began to approach them once again, as they did to him, meeting one another halfway. The man in the robe smile, but it was not a genuine smile, staring the man from across him up and down.
"The names Seiya S.." The man known Seiya began, but was quickly interrupted by the man that was across from him. His hands were held up, signally for Seiya not to continue.
"I do not need much, nor do I want any type of information on the people I am working for." He stated firmly as he saw Seiya head going up and down in acknowledgment.
"Okay. You understand what your job is?" Seiya asked. Not waiting for an answer, he continued "If not, let me refresh your memory. In four weeks, I'm expecting you to bring me my package, and in the end of those weeks, I will pay you the second half of what I'm going to pay you today." Seiya finished off.
The man nodded his head not saying a word as he watch Seiya whispering a few words to his bodyguard on the left. Once Seiya then was done with his words, the men Seiya was whispering to left. He then turn to the one on the right, and extended his arm as if expecting something.
Automatically, the bodyguard folded an arm as he retrieved whatever was inside his breast pockets. He then pulled out a yellow envelope that was small and handed it to his boss.
Seiya took it and gave it to the man that was here for the job. Gladly taking it, he placed it inside his pocket. He then turn around and began walking over to his car.
"Aren't you going to count it?" Seiya curiously asked with a raise of an eyebrow, looking at the man retreating back
He shook his head and said "No need to" as he opened his car and got in. Making a U-turn, he drove up to the gates that was opened and drove out.
He reach the highway and drove for a good hour before he got out of it. For the next thirty minutes or so, he finally stopped at his destination by pulling up to the parking lot of a motel.
The sweat dripping down his back toward his torso made him walk a bit faster. Taking out the key, he slid it in the keyhole and it clicked open with a twist. After he walked in, he locked the door from behind, then started stripping down to his boxer as he placed the remaining clothing on the lumpy, white sheeted full size bed and walked over to the bathroom to take a shower.
After the bath, he laid on the bed on his back. He stared at the picture that was in his right hand, while the other hand was on his stomach. He looked at the package once more before laying it on the desk that was next to the bed he was on.
What a pretty face, he thought out loud as he reached for the lamp and twisted the little knob. The darkness overwhelmed the room. Some minutes later, he silently falls asleep.
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The man shoes pounded on the gravel pavement as he walked toward his convertible with one hand full of food in a brown paper bag. Getting inside, he buckled his seat belt, drove out of the mini-market, and began his extremely long journey toward where the package was. New York City. Well New York, New York to be a little bit more precise.
