I've never worked a day in my life, that is, if you consider what I do for a living work.
"I'll say it one more time. Where is the fucking money?" I screamed at the small European man bound on the floor. His screams muffled by the sock that was lodged in his mouth, tears streamed down the darkened face.
The screams got louder when I pulled out my pistol. My eyes scanned the marvelous artwork that laid in my hands. A shining beauty that yearned to played with.
Without giving the man another chance to scream I pulled the trigger. It was my job to either get him to pay with money or his life.
This was my job. I was molded into the business of drugs and money, into hatred and loathing. After my mother died I ended up on the streets. No one would take me in, that is, until I met a man by the name of Yuki and he started off my 'career'.
With a straight face a placed my gun into the holster on my cargo pants. From underneath my sunglasses I watched the blood on the floor making a puddle around the body. Looking down I saw my jacket now covered in the same dark crimson red as on the floor, I began to immediately take it off.
"Great another jacket ruined," I sighed folding it carefully and setting it down on the ground.
Reaching into my pocket I pulled out a pair of white latex gloves and tied back my hair in a ponytail. It was time to search if he had any drugs from my employer on him.
I ran my hand over his suit jacket and pants until I felt a large lump; searching the clothing thoroughly I found what I was searching for.
I was only fourteen just a fucking teenager, a kid, living on the streets. I was offered an opportunity to make money, to get food in my stomach, and what was I suppose to do? Reject the opportunity I so long had desired? Little did I know for the next seven years of my life would help me perfect this 'skill' and I would still be using it throughout my life as an adult.
A small bag of white power was stashed in a secret pocket in the suit jacket. Eyeing the bag I would have guessed it was 10 ounces, a good bit to be carrying on you.
The scent was intoxicating, filling the air around me with the scent of temptation. Although many of my jobs included drugs I never had done anything more than smoking and drinking.
"No hair, no fingerprints, no bullet shells..," I ran the checklist off in my head as I picked up my jacket.
After double checking the hotel room for any possible evidence that I was there, I made my leave.
As soon as I left the building my cell phone began to vibrate. This was a simple technique some of my regular clients used to let me know when my payment is ready. Money earned for my skills would be at my door step when I arrived home.
From my pocket I took out my lighter and a cigarette. I walked a fair distance from the motel and tossed my jacket on the ground. After inhaling a long drag of my cigarette I placed the tip to the latex gloves. A small flame danced on the fingertips as I tossed them on top of the soiled jacket.
Smoke lingered from the pile into the night with a blue haze. The stars in the sky were fading slightly and the pitch black of night was now only a deep shade of blue, basking in the moonlight.
Brushing a lingering hair behind my ear I sighed. "It's time to get going," I mumbled to myself, lifting my shoe and putting the cigarette out on the sole.
Using some fallen leaves I covered the ashes of the pile. The wind has been picking up for the last few weeks around this area.
"Should give that pile a decent amount of time to blow away before the police even think about searching this area for clues," my quiet voice snuck passed my lips as I made my way down to the motel.
Yuki told me of a job he needed to be taken care of. You see he had been spying on his wife for quite some time now, watching her cheat on him. The man she used for pleasure was a well known drug dealer in the area who held his own gang with security. The plan he had arranged for me was to murder his wife and her lover. Heh…I still remember the screams, the begs, and the pleads. None of which unfazed me as I pulled the trigger.
Climbing onto my motorcycle I ignited the engine and took off. It was only three in the morning so there would be no traffic, no witnesses.
By the time I reached my door step it was already passed five. Unlocking my door I was greeted with a white envelope containing ten thousand dollars dropped through my mail slot.
I reached up and released my hair tie. Running my fingers through my hair I closed the door and made my way over to the kitchen. I tossed my keys and sunglasses onto the countertop with a yawn.
"Another job well done," I groaned with exhaustion while reaching for the fridge and pulling out a cold beer.
It was a ritual I had. No matter what time of day, or where I was, after every job I have a drink.
Dragging my feet I barely made my way over to the couch.
"It probably wasn't a good idea to stay up a full day for a night job," my mind nagged as I turned on the television. My emerald eyes met a quick flash of red, a breaking news report.
"We're sorry to interrupt your regularly scheduled program at. This is Hiro Yamada reporting from channel twenty four," A middle aged man in a blue suit calmly spoke into the microphone.
"It seems that last night a man was brutally executed in Motel 62, near the outskirts of Kyoto. Police reported that the victim is a male and a gun may have been used in the killing. Now we believe that Police are continuing to search at this time. When we arrived we spoke to the manager of the establishment. Here is a clip," The reporter lead into the short segment.
The stationed flicked into a pre recorded clip. A short, plump man stood next to the reporter. A small baseball cap sat onto of his large head, slightly bouncing as he spoke.
"He came banging on my door in the middle of the night. Kept on muttering that there was something he had to do. Now I gave this guy a good long look. He looked high as a kite, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Kind of made you feel sorry for him, you know? Plus he was all dressed up like he worked at a good business, so I knew he had cash for the room. I gave him one and told him to rest a bit," The manager of the hotel recalled as he scratched his head and continued.
"Man, I wake up today and go check up on that fool so I could clean the room out before another customer wanted it and what do you think I see? He was shot up, bleeding on the floor. I searched around the place and it looked like he was the only one in there. That's when I called police," the short statured manager finished.
The tv once again flicked, this time back to the reporter.
"To finish this breaking news, the Police have no suspects as of yet and are asking anyone that may know something to please come forward. Back to you Tom," The blue suited anchor said with a nod of his head.
Yuki's word spread like wildfire. When people heard that there was a girl on the streets willing to kill for money…I couldn't tell you how many people searched me out. I was originally given food on the spot and was promised an amount of money at the end. The human race is a spiteful kind; each client as ruthless, demented, and heartless as the last.
It wasn't uncommon for the Police to suspect and persecute someone rather than myself. They're frustrated. The number of murders I commit on the rise. All these murders and still no killer, so sure they think people misplace or dispose of evidence.
I turned off the tv, taking another swing of my beer. That's when I saw a blinking red light out of the corner of my eye. A new message, a new victim.
I decided to take a shower, to get any blood off of me before my next mission. You only have one chance for a good first impression. One chance, one shot, just like a kill.
I pressed my forehead against the shower door as hot water ran down my body, soothing out the tension. The droplets massaged my sides, wrapping it's warmth around my being.
My employers ranged from age, sex, ethnicity, anything really. I couldn't tell you how many times cheating, drugs, money, or revenge are the causes of my services; but I don't complain. I only take the highest bidder and complete their tasks in order to keep myself living.
Stepping out of the shower I caught site of myself in the mirror. Dull green eyes that shown no emotion stared back at me.
"How long has it been?..Seven years right..," I traced the black circled beneath my eyes with a sight. Water dripped from every angle of my body, landing on the cold floor under my feet.
A yawn escaped my lips once more that day as I grabbed a towel and lazily made my way to my bedroom.
I changed into a set of new dark blue cargo pants and a white tank top before throwing myself onto my empty and unmade bed.
I slept for a bit but unfortunately the power nap was cut short by my growling stomach. I plopped down at the kitchen table and pressing play on my answering machine.
"You have fifteen new messages," The techno voice sounded.
As the messages began to play I took out a notebook and wrote down the names of the employer, the job they wanted down, and how much they would pay. Only the highest payer would get the privilege of a face to face meeting.
Through all of this work I was able to buy a house with an underground pool, multiple motorcycles, and anything my heart desired. I have never killed anyone outside of work, or done the drugs I have recovered; unlike the fools on this planet.
Sighing softly, I arose from the table and made myself a quick meal to eat. French toast with a side of mayonnaise hash browns filled my plate. A nice tall glass of milk topped off the meal.
From my seat at the table I turned on the television. An update of the murder quickly flashed on the screen.
"Enough news," I groaned as I quickly turned the channel to some early morning cartoons.
No laugh escaped my lips as I munched on my meal. Small smiles broke through my lips for mere seconds.
"Ugh...I really need to get out and find someone to befriend or something to do," I sighed finishing the last bit of food.
"Seven years with no friends, no love, no nothing," the thought ran through my head as I washed and rinsed my imported dishware. It was a gift from one of my clients.
I whipped my hands dry with a dish towel and grabbed my notebook. My new employer exclaimed on the message to just stop by when I was ready, no calling ahead needed.
It would take me an hour just to arrive to the city and another forty five minutes to arrive at the estate. The job offered $250,000, a nice price. Whoever said you can't put a price on someone special was obviously wrong.
After rummaging around to find a new black jacket I gathered my sunglasses, keys, gloves, and handgun I was out the door. My gun would rattle every so often from the bumps of the back roads, reminding me of my job and line of work. A cigarette hung from the corner of my lips. The sweet taste of nicotine encouraged me to continue my drive.
It was two o'clock when I arrived. The afternoon breeze had picked up a bit but felt good along my hot skin. My eyes slightly widened under my sunglasses as I noticed the size of the estate, it had to be at least 3 acres, and that was only the house.
"F. Corporations," my voice whispered into the wind.
"Hello Welcome to the estate. Are you the Madam that the Master was expecting?" A high pitched voice sounded at the monitor at the front gate.
I have to admit I jumped when I first heard the voice but quickly recovering I replied, "Uh…Yeah…"
The gates open with a loud creak and a maid trotted down to meet me.
"Hello Ms. Kuga, the Master has been expecting you," the woman smiled. She wasn't half bad looking, a well mannered red head with a good body.
I opened my mouth to speak but was cut off by the other maid that fallowed the first, "Mai I'm starving!"
Another maid with black hair tangled into two thin braids stood before me with her back to my front. I could see the obviously older red headed maid get uneasy and nervous as she saw her younger friend dishonor me.
"Ah, Mikoto…Can't you see the Master has a guest?" the maid called Mai spoke softly turning the other girl around.
"Nice to meet you I'm Mikoto and this is Mai," Mikoto smiled as she wrapped her arms around Mai and nuzzled her breasts.
The red headed maid began to turn red as I shook my head and silently chucked. What an odd pair these two maids were.
"I figure that this is her first day on the job?" a smile broke past my lips as I got off of my motorcycle and walked through the front gate. I parked my bike and leaned it against the gate.
"A-actually she has been here for a year. She's still adjusting," Mai smiled her blush beginning to fade as Mikoto's head lifted from its soft pillow.
"Anyway, we should bring you inside. The Master will be happy to see that you are here," the red head politely bowed and extended her arm to walkway the estate.
I followed the two up the walkway and to the large doors of the building. We made our way through some long hallways before arriving at another large entrance. A pool of light flooded the hallway. Its source was giant glass windows. In the middle of the windows was a glass door leading to a balcony.
The entire time it took us to the hall entrance Mikoto must have reminded Mai twenty times that she was hunger. Eventually the nods of the red head stopped and a frown appeared on her lips.
"Excuse me Ms. Kuga but do you think you could wait at this door until I arrive back? You see the Master doesn't like his guests to just waltz in his conference room without a maid's notice" the red head gently bit her lip and looked down slightly.
"Sure," I replied placing both hands behind my head, watching the two maids scurry down the hall. It wasn't like I was in a rush to meet my client, plus I could really use a cigarette.
Even with my sunglasses I had to squint at the amount of light flooding the hall. I strolled over to the balancy door and twisted the handle. Fresh air immediately hit lungs.
I quickly took out a cigarette and ignited it only inhaling for a few seconds before I was interrupted.
"Ara, who might this be?" A woman's voice with a heavy accent filled my ears.
I was leaning on the balcony railing, my backside sticking out as one of my wrists rest on the wooden surface. My cigarette hung on the corner of my lips, the smoke drifting away with the breeze.
I gripped the nicotine stick between my fingers and stood up, turning to meet the woman behind me.
"Kuga," I announced. From behind my sunglasses this beauty had to be at least seventeen.
"A smoker hm? I'm Shizuru Fujino, it's a pleasure to meet you," the brunette haired woman smiled as she crept closer.
I felt odd, staring up at this woman. She must have been an inch taller than me. I couldn't figure what she was waiting for; a handshake, an excuse for me to leave, an apology for some dishonorable act I might have done.
My eyes hidden behind my sunglasses traveled down her body. I've met beautiful women before but usually the conversation ends before it even begins due to my line of work.
"You're not full Japanese are you?" I replied lifting up my shoe and putting out the cigarette. She seemed amazed at how fast I found that out.
"I've traveled to all parts of Japan for my work and I have never met someone with an accent...or eyes like that," I need not know or care if the announcement was rude.
Shizuru looked down and brushed off her light brown skirt then fixed her white blouse a bit before talking, "Ara, Natsuki is so smart."
I would be lying if I said a smile didn't appear on my face.
"It is nice to know that she had been looking into my eyes," the accent rolled off her lips once more creating a blush on my face.
"There you are Ms. Kuga," Mai shouted her brow covered with a thin line of sweat from obviously running around trying to find me. She took a few huffs of air before showing her place and bowing at Shizuru.
"Good afternoon Madam," The red head said her voice in an off pitch.
Shizuru only smiled before giving me a simple wave and walking off into the room across the hall.
"Sorry," I shrugged, feeling Mai's eyes on me.
She seemed like a nice girl, her and that Mikoto character. I don't know if I could say the same about that Shizuru person though.
Once again I regained my composer. I took off my gloves, shoved them in my jacket pocket, and watched as Mai walked into the conference room.
I could hear her announce my name before exiting the room. She flashed me a smile before dashing down the hall once more.
Could it be that I had found a friend?
I slowly stepped into the room, my eyes scanning from underneath the sunglasses. Looking over I saw the man named as Master sitting at a desk along with the woman I had just met.
"Ara, so this is the person that is going to help our business," Shizuru smiled sitting where the desk ended, next to father.
I strolled over to them and extended my hand out to the man before me.
I was ready to start my job with my new employer, Mr. Fujino.
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10/29/12 Hey guys I know I have not updated anything in forever! I just went back and re-read some of my old work and man does it need some work. I am editing No Emotion and planning on updating this story tomorrow : D