Kuramochi Youichi interlaced his fingers, staring at the man in front of him. There wasn't much light, but it was enough to see the smirk dancing on his lips. "Are you up for the job?"
Miyuki Kazuya scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "This is what I do; of course I am."
"Alright." The green-head grabbed a photo from Kominato Ryosuke, his second in command, and handed it to the bespectacled man. "This is Sawamura Eijun. Age 22, runs multiple companies."
Miyuki studied the photo, his eyebrows rising. "Woman?"
"Man."
"Tsk. Cross-dressers. So, why do you want him dead?"
"He deceived me a few times in the past and has also stolen my money. I can't let him slide. You're the right man for the job."
The assassin shrugged, resting his head on his palm. "He doesn't seem like much to handle. Looks easy enough."
"Do not be fooled by his looks. He's a genius."
"Whatever you say." Miyuki crumpled up the photo and stood, jamming his hands in his pockets. "Time?"
"You have an hour." Kuramochi furrowed his brow. "No more, no less. If you mess up, I might consider giving you another chance, Hitman."
The latter laughed as he walked away, a lightness to his gait. "Were you deceived by his silicone bra inserts?"
"Shut up and go before I drop-kick you!"
In a nearby building, a humongous party among business men and women was taking place. People continued to arrive in fancy cars and limousines, flaunting their wealth.
Disguising himself as an employee under Kuramochi's corporation, Miyuki walked in. Soothing jazz music played over the clinking of wine glasses and the spurts of laughter that came from certain conversations. He looked right and left, searching for his target. 'I only have an hour,' he thought, squeezing past several groups. 'Where is she— I mean he…'
Turning a corner, he grinned as he saw a brunette in a long black dress sitting alone at a table for two. "This shouldn't be too hard." Checking that every inch of his spiffy suit was wrinkle free, he licked his lips and made his way over, sitting across from him. "Hey."
The brunette looked up from his small mirror and offered him a warm smile. "Hello there."
"Are you waiting for someone?"
"No one in particular."
"Why do you seem so lonely? Join the crowd."
"I prefer not to… mingle with others. I like to keep to myself."
The bespectacled man nodded. "Ah, I see. Oops, I forgot to introduce myself properly. I'm Miyuki Kazuya." He stuck out his hand.
The brunette ignored his hand and beamed. "Sawamura Eijun. Nice to meet you."
The hitman stifled a frown. 'How rude. You don't just ignore a handshake like that.' "Anyways, I have a question if it's not too personal."
Eijun cocked his head, a finger on his chin. "Nothing's ever too personal."
"Why do you cross-dress?"
"Haha! Nice one! Many people ask me that! I look better in women's clothing for some reason, so I choose to wear it. Do I look good?"
Miyuki analyzed the latter's features. Short brown hair, big amber eyes that were enhanced by mascara, perfect red lips, his sun-kissed skin, a pearl necklace, a long, black off the shoulder dress with a slit that exposed his left leg, two inch black heels and forearms that were covered by black satin gloves. "Sexy." 'What am I saying?'
The brunette blushed, fidgeting. "Wow, that's so bold of you!" 'Jerk.'
"My pleasure. Would you mind if I get us some drinks?"
"Oh, thanks! Red wine, please."
"No problem." Miyuki winked and stood, walking off to the bar. Ordering their drinks, he secretly poured a packet of poison in Eijun's glass and swirled it around, cackling. "This might be the easiest task I've had so far. Youichi better pay me racks for this." Hiding his evil demeanor, he went back to the waiting male and gave him his drink.
"That was fast," Eijun said, folding his arms.
"I try my best." As soon as the bespectacled man sat down, he realized that something was off. His target was staring right at him with an entertained gaze, almost as if his eyes were peering into his soul. He chuckled nervously, slightly tugging on his tie. "Is there something on my face?"
Eijun leaned forward, his hands on his cheeks. "Hmm… Miyuki Kazuya, you're such a wonderful and secretive person. But you could've done better. First of all, you poisoned my wine. Approximately 2,567 ft away, there is a sniper pointing straight at the back of my head; I sent someone to kill the guy while you were gone. You have several weapons hidden in your suit. You don't think I'm sexy, I'm just a target. Kuramochi sent you after me, didn't he? Calculating the expenses, I didn't steal that much money from him. Only 3% of his total earnings. There were bombs surrounding my car, but I turned them off before you even stepped foot in this place. You have a minute left before your hour's up, Hitman-san. What are you going to do?"
Miyuki's eyes widened in shock, his mouth agape. "That's impossible! How on Earth did you know all that? That info was top secret!"
Eijun stretched as he got up, his eyes never leaving his enemy. Taking his glass, he sat on his lap and rubbed the bespectacled man's cock through his pants. "Ooh," he whispered seductively into his ear. "You're big. I like you, Hitman-san. But…" He poured his poisoned wine on Miyuki's white shirt and walked away, smiling. "You're gonna have to try harder, boo." He flipped his hair and disappeared down the street.
Miyuki sucked his teeth in frustration, smashing his glass against the table. "Fucking bullshit."
Um, I'm not entirely sure if I should continue this *coughs* I have to focus on Abandoned, but I just couldn't refrain from writing this! So, tell me what you thought and if you DO want more (which I'm pretty sure of already) just mention it and I might make this a multi chapter story! See ya!
