You know the thing with "M is from Michael" on MTV? Well, I was watching the show and I heard 'Smooth Criminal' & 'Bad' (by MJ) and guess what happened? A new idea for a HitsuMatsu fic ^^
The first chapter is from Toshiro's POV (just feeling like write at the 1st person).
Bleach © Tite Kubo
I. Witness
A few days ago I got a call on my 'job's phone' from an old guy, as his voice had hinted, who wanted someone dead. He told me everything I needed to know: name, address and the victim's program for this week. The employer offered me 2000 pounds for a well-done job, so the future-dead one was an important person. My prices were pretty high depending on the circumstances, but I had never missed the target – it was worth it. Also, I had always taken half of the money before the action and the other half after it. At first, the old man didn't agree, but when I told him to search another assassin he changed his mind. We appointed a place to meet because I wouldn't give my home's address to any employer.
At the settled hour, a black jeep stopped at the bridge's bottom and a tall guy dressed in a cheap black suit and wearing sunglasses although it was a gloomy day, stepped out of the car. He showed me the gun resting at his belt and handed me a briefcase. So original…
"The code is 139742" he said seriously. "Check if you want, there are 1000 £."
"No need to." Whoever the employer was, he wouldn't risk losing me before the job was done.
The interlocutor nodded and returned to the car without taking his eyes from me. I guessed he had seen the gun in my jacket – not like I cared. The meeting for the first half of the payment wasn't dangerous – though it never damaged to be careful -, the second one was a little troublesome especially if the price was high.
I entered easily, shooting the guardian and I walked around the huge house lazily. After following the victim for three days, I knew how the place looked like so I got used the enormous amount of white; I also knew that his family was on a mini holiday in Milano.
I heard moans from the living-room and, as I expected, he was having some fun with a twenty-something years old woman. I decided to let him enjoy the little time he had left and to arrange the security system first – delete the videos, stop the cameras, thing that you do to make sure that the police won't discover who the killer had been. The guy in the security office was snoring incredibly loud! However, he woke up once he heard steps approaching. At first, he blinked confused still under the sleep's effect, then he noticed the gun in my hand and the glacial look in my eyes.
"Dare to push it." I challenged him placing the weapon's pipe on the back of his head. He gulped, withdrawing his fingers from the cufflink that would have alerted the police that something was wrong. "Disable the video cameras." I ordered keeping the gun still and, noticing his hesitation, added more firmly "Now! Good, put all the recording on a floppy, then remove them from the system. Permanently."
With shaky hands he did as he was told to and soon handed me the disk. I had been watching his movements closely all the while to make sure he wasn't trying to somehow turn on the alarm. I took the diskette between my index and middle finger and a smirk pasted on my face.
"Thank you!" then I shot him down.
Now here I was, staying on a chair in the middle of the room with my elbows resting on my knees. I was playing the gun – still loaded – as I was enjoying the view of the fear spread across the two's faces and heard the man's prayer: it was amusing and pathetic the way he kept clinging on his life since I had set the gun towards him. I felt the sick tendency to laugh at the scene, but only a chuckle escaped my lips.
"Turn around." I lay back in the chair and took a cigarette.
The woman seemed frozen – how could I blame her in the given conditions? I moved the tobacco circularly – creating a few smoky circles in the air as well – to indicate what to do. She was wearing a short skirt revealing long legs and a top that was barely covering her generous chest. I watched the beautiful body dancing and it surprised me that she was moving gracefully and, despite her outfit, not too indecent, but I regained my cool rather quickly.
"You like her?" the smirk on the man's face was pissing me off – he was suddenly too confident than someone in his position should have been. "You can have her if you spare my life."
Such a coward! I have never liked a man that was hiding behind a woman. I frowned at the though and turned to his 'offer': she was freaking terrified!
"What's your name?" the tone I used seemed indifferent, but I wouldn't normally care about a prostitute's name – because that what she actually was -, this one appeared to be different somehow.
"S-Savana." She hesitated. Yeah, I expected such a name.
"I can bring you better girls. Younger, hotter, naughtier an-"
"I wasn't talking to you." I placed the gun straight to his temple. "Now, Savana," she came closer, but didn't dare to sit next to me. "Can you keep your mouth or do I have to kill you too? I don't want to waste the bullets, though." I looked at the rifle for a second then back at her. "You haven't seen anything, got it?" she nodded still under the shock, not knowing what else to do. "Go."
Once the woman ran out of the residence, I turned to the 'target'. A smirk appeared on my face as dozens of version to end his life were running through my head – basically, I could have shoot him in a vital point and avoid the pain or kill him slowly, enjoying the sweet flavor of fear, smelling the scent of the blood spilled on the floor and tasting the aroma of fading sanity. The man was caught like a mouse and I liked to be the snake that devours the poor little creature. It's funny how things can turn – one moment the money make you the kind of the world and the next moment they end your life.
Anyway, my mind tended to choose the painful way. Who would think that someone, a human being, could be so cold-blooded, so desired to hurt, so utterly pleased by the image I was facing just now? Some people had used to say that I was a step away from madness, that I had no sense of sanity or reality – maybe they had been right. I had never given a damn on their opinion and I wasn't going to start any time soon. And I didn't want to live in their 'perfect' reality either, in that boring, fake world of theirs; no, I had always liked this reality: a vicious place, a dangerous dimension where you could only hope for the next day, a world of obscurity that they refused to admit it as the very same Earth, just from different points of view. Why would I want to say everything was fine when it obviously wasn't? Why would I want to sink into world of lies and fear? Just nonsense. And a little adrenaline didn't kill anyone, right?
…Maybe it did.
"I-I beg y-you…" I heard the man's voice cracking with every second passed. He was desperately trying to stop the shaking that his body kept repeating since I had first headed the gun towards him. Only then, I realized I had been here for at least an hour. "Please-"
"Pray to God." I cut him off by pushing the drawer. I wasted too much time to play with the victim.
An acoustic sound flew across the room, ranging in every corner and gradually dissolving into thin air. At first I though it was just my imagination, my mind that was playing with the many screams that I had memorized in the past few years, but I realized someone else was here when the bullet's noise vanished being replaced by the heels'. It was deep and clear in its intensity – my mind was fine, but the person that had slipped inside and probably watched the whole scene with the statesman wasn't going to be so fine. The unwelcome guest was quite obviously a woman since I couldn't imagine any guy having such a girly voice. I didn't know where she had hidden, but once she started to run I followed the footfall and soon enough I saw waves of blond hair.
Damn, she's fast…
It was somehow fun, I had never met someone – a female - as fast as her before and, since the streets were unusually empty, considered the idea of playing a little more until I realized she wasn't going anywhere she was seeing, but straight to the place where the sirens' noise was coming from. Of course she had called the police! I recharged the gun decided to stop the cat-and-mouse game…
That's it for now! What do you think about it?
Review are very welcomed! ^.^
