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Nagisa kept his gun steady despite the intense pain lancing down his arm. It was searing and aching, he swore he could feel the bullet embedded in the side of his shoulder.

The red haired man in front of him- the one who's apartment this was- stood still, legs parted like he was ready to pounce- Nagisa could tell by the look in his mercury eyes there was a wild side to him. He was tall and muscular too. Nagisa could see he was an apt fighter.

"So." The red haired man said, his face set into a determined grin. "How's this going to play out, Mr Intruder?"

"Either you do exactly what I say, or I shoot you through the eye." The Assassin said, with a sinister smile that usually made his opponents' blood run cold. The red haired man wasn't phased though, there was a flash of amusement in his mercury eyes.

"Better give me an instruction quick then, Mr Intruder." The man said, flashing a grin at Nagisa that revealed a set of knife-like canines.

What was up with this guy? His reactions were so strange. He must be used to confrontations. Or just insane

"Just walk over here slowly and sit on the couch." Nagisa instructed. Then added out of spite. "That should be simple enough for even you to understand."

The man complied, looking almost casual as he did so. "The name's Karma, by the way, not 'you'." The man said. He looked young, maybe a few years older than Nagisa. The Assassin didn't respond, but instead continued both aiming his gun at Karma, and treating his wound rather awkwardly with the first aid kit.
His deadly blue eyes never his prey.

"You know, it's polite to tell me your name too after I introduce myself." The red haired man said, a teasing edge to his voice. Nagisa glared at him silently as if he was some annoying insect, but still, the assassin was baffled by his captive's behavior.

"Treating your own bullet-wound is difficult enough. Aiming a gun too will make it impossible." Karma said, a lazy arrogance to his voice. "You should let me help, ne?"

"Do you take me for an idiot!" Nagisa laughed, as he wiped away the blood. Luckily the wound was shallow.

"Well, you're a hit man who got shot on the job, (at least I assume so). So.. Yes." The red head laughed, ignoring the deadly glare the intruder gave him. "Did you even manage to kill your target?"

"Of course." Nagisa said, he took pride in his work if nothing else. "I shot him straight through the head. Shot three of his guards too. This little cut is nothing."

Karma's smirk widened to a wolfish grin, and his eyes had a menacing look of delight in them.
"Reeaaly?" He said, and Nagisa suddenly felt an unfamiliar stab of dread. Karma sat up off the couch.

"Sit down. Do you want me to kill you? This is your last chance." The Assassin demanded, as Karma approached him, his mercury eyes fixed to him.

"I happen to be something of a weapons expert. That gun you're holding is a mini-pistol. They're small, discrete, easy to hide. Great for close-range. The only down-side is it can't hold many bullets. Only four to be exact." The red head said, as he walked over. "The target, guars number one, two, three- that makes four. You're all out of bullets, little hitman."

Damn. He saw through my bluff!

Nagisa's eyes widened. He made a move to escape, but Karma was quicker, grabbing his uninjured arm and pulling it behind his back.

"And plus, for whatever reason you're wearing my clothes so it's safe to assume you don't have any spare bullets." Karma panted into Nagisa's ear, pulling him close to prevent the writhing assassin from escaping.

How could I of been so stupid! Nagisa thought in frustration as he was kept in a lock-hold. He had gotten so used to the general public being terrified and compliment as soon as he whipped out a knife that he had gotten cocky.

And in his current condition he couldn't escape. What now? Would he be turned over to the police or one of the many gangs that wanted his head? Either way the reward would be huge.
Karma grabbed Nagisa's wrists, and swiftly tied them together, using a zip-tie he'd quickly grabbed from the side as he'd walked over.

"Let me go or you will regret it." The assassin said, sounding calm despite his predicament. The red head just chuckled.

"That would be a lot more threatening if you weren't bleeding to death." Karma said, taking Nagisa by the waist and leading him over to the sofa so quickly he almost lost he balance. The blue haired boy stumbled, Karma pushed him again, sending him toppling face-first into the sofa, without his arms to break his fall.

"What're you doing?" The assassin demanded, a hint of panic in his voice. He tried to get up and turn around, but Karma placed a hand between his shoulder blades and held him down.

"Just stay still." The red haired man commanded, and to Nagisa's surprise, the next thing he felt was the blood on his shoulder being wiped away by something wet and warm.

"What are you- "

"Stay still." Karma repeated, as he continued to treat Nagisa's injury. "You weren't doing a very good job at the whole first aid thing. And I really can't afford to be found with a dead body, specially since the pigs are still all over me."

Nagisa was in a stunned silence for a moment before saying.

"You're weird."

"You don't know the half of it." Karma replied, he picked up some tweezers. "This bullet'l have to come out. Try not to cry too much, okay? I have neighbors."

"I've been through worse." Nagisa said truthfully, old memories flashing through his mind; The Crack of a whip, a red hot knife the deep sound of laughter.

He gritted his teeth when Karma started his work.
Nagisa still didn't trust this guy, obviously, but at the moment he had no choice other than to comply.
For a while, Karma worked almost silently, removing the bullet, disinfecting the wound, switching it. The Red head noticed some criss-cross scars across the intruder's lower back, but didn't say anything.

"So," Nagisa said, his voice a little shaky from the pain. "You're some kind of criminal, huh?"

"What makes you say that?" Karma asked, amused.

"You said yourself the police are all over you. And you know how to treat a bullet wound. Its obvious." The blue haired assassin said. From his position; forced, face down on tattered couch with a faded zigzag pattern, he couldn't see what kind of expression Karma was making.

"I'm not involved with that now." The red head replied, finality in his voice, but Nagisa wasn't phased- he continued to search for information (information was power, after all).

"So what did you do?" The blue haired boy said. Karma finished the stitching, and replied with a hint of annoyance.

"Everything I wasn't suppose to."

Ah. So its still a swore spot. Nagisa realised.

Karma still held him in place, so he couldn't escape for now.

"Now what?" The assassin asked. "Can I go now."

"I'm not that stupid." The red haired boy said. "Here's what's going to happen. You're going to go to sleep, and in the morning, before you wake up, I'm going to drop you off in the middle of nowhere, untie you, and let you make your own way home. Kay?"

"As if I'd just fall asleep- Ah!" Nagisa cried out as he felt a syringe plunge into his arm.

Fuck.

It was a sedative.

Damn this bastard. He struggled to remain conscious as everything faded to black.

(A/N; Sorry this chapter is kind of short, but I just wanted to update so there you have it! Nagisa and Karma are both pretty dangerous people in this fic, but right now, Nagisa has the upper hand.

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