To be honest with you, I never really had much choice in my actions. By actions, I mean attempting to kill Bulma. You might be thinking, "Wow, this murderer guy totally sucks. I'm gonna keep a grudge on the guy for trying to kill a chick I know!" Well, I don't blame you. I'm not saying I regret my actions, no sir, but I am saying that I do have a side to this. So before you bombard me with the things I've heard before, just pay attention. You're not going to believe me at all, but I promise this will make sense in the future.

I hadn't expected actually being assigned a famous person. Walking home with the file in my bag, I thought over what I was told. A multi-billion dollar company was in this woman's hands, the net worth literally trillions. It was odd how she hadn't gotten targeted for robbery yet. She was a high peak, no one stopping her. What the heck did she do with that much cash? Was she as snobbish as all the magazines said? Who the heck was she with? All of these questioned spun in my head as I opened the door, smoothing my hair back and sighing.

Ten years ago I had joined this business. Six years ago, Augustine moved out into his own place. I had long gotten used to the emptiness of the two-story, but it sucked when you had tons of questions that needed answering. Setting my bag down, I took the file out. Leafing through papers of information, I saw most of the biography and the picture I was normally given wasn't there. Though in its place was a note written hastily. "The information wasn't completely printed out," it said. "I'll get it all to you in a week or so." I sighed. I'm not surprised.

Putting the file back down, skipping the name reading, I got up and headed for the stairs. Taking a quick shower and getting dressed in a dark shirt and jeans, I went to the front door. Locking it securely, I headed for the local café: Starbucks. It was huge here in Japan, much more popular than how it was in America. Ah, the advantages of moving from one big country to another.

Reaching the café, I ordered a large venti coffee for myself, as well as a few cake pops of theirs. Waiting for my order, I looked around the small place. Only then did I realize how totally packed the place was. There wasn't an empty seat available. Well, there was one. A woman with abnormally blue hair - well, abnormal to me, not Japan - in a short pixie cut. She sat alone at a small table incorporated for two with an iced coffee in her hand. She had blue eyes that matched her hair, which actually seemed to be observing me. I chuckled to myself, taking my coffee and treats and heading over to her table. Hey, what guy didn't like a lady checking him out? Well, if she was. Then again, I wasn't good with chicks. I could be sinking my own ship.

"Hi," I said. She seemed surprised that I had suddenly sat down.

"Err...hi."

"My name is Derek. There IS only one seat, so I hope you don't mind."

"Oh, not at all. That is, if you don't kidnap me." I laughed.

"I'm sure I wouldn't. So what's your name?"

"Bulma. Nice to meet you, Derek." She smiled. Wow. I'm surprised she had warmed up to me so fast. Her smile was contagious; I ended up grinning back.

"How come you're alone?" I seemed to have struck a nerve. She looked down to her drink, stirring the cream-colored liquid and ice with her straw idly. It was awkwardly silent for a little while, both of us taking a few sips of our drinks.

"...Not too long ago I just got divorced..." She said finally. I blinked.

"Oh. Well, whoever it was is missing out. 100%." I smiled, seeing she was yet again surprised. I was surprised at myself as well. It normally wasn't something I'd say, but...

"What's up with you?"

"Eh?"

"You're so...nice to a stranger..." She responded. "Why is that? I mean, I know I'm pretty good eye candy, but this is usually the part when the guy would say, 'oh, she used to be married, gotta back off'."

"Easy. You're the type of stranger that anyone can really feel comfortable without any hassle. You have a contagious smile, you're nice, and you're cute." I smiled. It wasn't that hard to compliment her, really. Maybe talking to chicks wasn't something so hard.

"...Oh. Thank you." She smiled slightly, but not fully. Maybe she was still sad over the divorce.

"No problem. So, what do you do for a living?"

Things went on like that for around two hours. Snacking on cake pops and drinking coffee until we both had to leave. It was nice to talk to her. She had that kind of snappy attitude that totally suited her. I noticed that after talking with her; how she would crack sarcasm and get really into what we talked about in such an opinionated way. She seriously was a force to be reckoned with...the kind that knew what they were doing, almost daring you to bite while also being polite. Bulma was definitely a good friend of mine after that.

It turned out she was a CEO. A CEO of a large company, for that matter. I was surprised I had actually met her and gained her liking so soon. She probably saw it as pure friendship, but I probably had a small bit of, what you would say, "more than a familiarity" with her. That much was obvious just by the first conversation we had, at least to me.

I laid on the couch, my face in the plush cushions. I had already read through the file again, skipping most of it. I figured I could get rid of the chick anytime I wanted to. It wasn't like I had a time limit. She seemed uninteresting, anyway. No one would mind if she disappeared. After all this time, I hadn't bothered to really look at the file since I had gotten it. After all, I had left her alone for month so far, which was how long it had been since I had gotten the file and met Bulma. My mind paused. Bulma. Wait. Shit.

I bolted off the couch and upstairs, undressing as fast as I could and pulled on a random T-shirt and black jeans, barely able to tie my shoes without tripping down the stairs. Well...up until the last step. Ignoring the bruise on my right cheek, I bolted out the front door, locking it hastily before checking my watch. I was already five minutes late. I swore loudly, sprinting down the sidewalk. Thank God it wasn't that far, at least.

My shoes made a comical screeching sound as I turned and rushed through the scenery of green trees and families picnicking around colorful petals of flowers and bushes. Kids' laughing sounded nearby as I rushed past the park nearby. 'This is going to mess my heart up so bad...' I thought.

Finally seeing Bulma, I felt the tip of my shoe hit against something hard. I tumbled forward, falling on the stone. I wasn't hurt, luckily. Glancing up, Bulma hadn't seen anything. I sighed with relief inwardly. That was disgraceful, given my occupation. Geez, my boss would have my head for it.

Scrambling to get up, I walked causally towards her, seeing she was looking towards a pond as she leaned against a bench. I ended up observing her for a few minutes, the only sound between us the breeze of the wind and the slight rustle of a leaf scraping against the concrete of the sidewalk. She had on a casual sweater that hung on her shoulders, colored red that stood out from her blue shades. She wore skinny blue jeans with knee-high chocolate-colored boots. I then realized I was standing there in just a T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She seemed to actually CONSIDER what she was wearing before coming, unlike me.

"Hey," I said, approaching her while trying to catch my breath and calm my heart. She turned her head in my direction, a smile instantly lighting up her features.

"Derek," she said, hugging me. It did surprise me, even after the month I've known her. She didn't seem to know I was late, but I smiled, returning it. I felt a bit guilty to use my alias on her still, but it was necessary. "Oh - your cheek."

I palmed the bruise. "Oh, this? I tripped."

"Ouch...you okay?" I nodded, grinning.

"How've you been?" I asked, leaning against the back of the wooden bench next to her after the hug.

"Good." She glanced at the flowers, blowing a lock of hair from her face. "A sweater was a stupid decision to wear."

"Hnn? Why's that?"

She gave me a look like I was crazy. "Really? It's like, 70 degrees out here."

"69," I corrected. She rolled her eyes, but I just chuckled. "But I don't think so. You look good in your sweater."

She smiled again. "Thank you. I like your Halo T-shirt, by the way."

"Thanks. I actually won it online." That was a lie. My boss had bought it for me after my fifth kill, even if she was a total bitch.

"So...Derek..." Her tone had changed from carefree to nervous. "...I've been curious...and I kinda called you here for it...but...um..."

"Yeah?" I asked, watching her expression.

"Well...I'll ask you later. It seems a bit odd to ask when you just came." Even if she had put it off, I had my own hopeful guess on what she was going to ask. I decided not to bother her with it.

We spent a while just walking through the park and chatting about casual things. Talking about our jobs and our families, and eventually hit past relationships as we were nearing a bridge.

"Never?! Not even one?!"

"Nope..." I chuckled with a sheepish smile. "Not even one."

"But-! You seem like a guy who would be FLOODED with girlfriends!" She stopped at the railing of the bridge, leaning against it while looking at me expectantly with evident surprise.

I shrugged. "Not all guys can impress chicks. I've never been into being into a relationship anyway." She seemed to go quiet. Unnaturally quiet.

"Would you not want one now?" She asked with a slight bit of hope, oddly. She wasn't looking at me; her gaze was attentive to the water.

I thought about it. Sirens were going off in my head to just blurt out an immediate, "HELL YEAH! WITH YOU!" I was silent for a few minutes, looking at the water as well. Did I seriously have that bad of a crush on her?

"I suppose I wouldn't mind," I said as casually as I could.

She seemed to lighten up a bit. She nodded. "Okay. I was just curious..."

"Why's that?" It was her turn to go silent. She seemed to be debating whether or not to say something important. After a pregnant pause, she sighed. She pushed off the railing, turning to face me. Sensing this was important, I did the same.

"...I was wondering...if you actually wanted to go o-" I cut her off with an immediate kiss on her lips. It was just instinct. She was obviously confused with the sudden action, but didn't pull away. In fact, she actually returned it. I'm not sure how long had passed, but when the kiss was broken, things had seemed more still. Somehow I had ended up leaning her more towards the railing, and I took a step back. A large blush was on her cheeks, which made me smile.

"That was a yes," I said. Bulma blinked.

"I...noticed..."

"What's so weird is that that was my first kiss." I laughed. It was odd having a warm feeling in my chest. It felt tight, like I would have a heart attack. But I wasn't concerned. We were officially a thing...I guessed. I had nothing else to worry about. I guess this was a way of saying that was a kiss that had actual feelings.

From that day on, we had a few dates here and there and just some casual meetings. Either way, the company she gave me was wonderful. It was a nice change of pace, you could say. Hearing from her almost became the highlight of my day, even if she said she wouldn't say "I love you" or kiss me until a month was over - which was tomorrow. Had I really only known her for almost two months and I was going out with her?

"Check your file eventually," a text read on my phone from one of my coworkers. I rolled my eyes, turning the device off. Jeez, they were always impatient when I came to these important tasks. All I had to do was blow the bitch's face off, no big deal. But still, since I had a job to keep up with and I happened to like where I live, I opened the file.

Looking through the bio, it read she was a CEO and a mother of one. Married. Okay, same as I had read. Flipping through the pages, I stopped, getting past the packet of papers stapled together. There, behind all the papers that I had thought was incomplete, was the rest of the information that I had been putting off to read. I looked at the printed documents leisurely, not too concerned with what was here. Hmm. Odd. Some of this seemed to be familiar.

Known to have a bossy attitude. Considered attractive. Relationship status changed recently to single by divorce.

Figuring my brain needed some rest from reading all of the information and needed to process it, I got up and put coffee on. While it was brewing, I walked around the kitchen, pacing with the papers in my hand. Something slid past my hand and onto the tile floor once I had turned the page. Bending to pick it up, my eyes widened with surprise. It was the picture I thought I would never get.

It was Bulma. Laminated and in color, there was no doubt. The same blue hair and pixie cut style. Thinking back on the documents, what she had told me made sense. I swallowed. I wasn't in the mood for coffee anymore. Reading it even when I was done, I scanned through it all again. There wasn't a mistake. It was Bulma. I had to kill her.

Yes, yes, yes, I did seem a bit surprised when I found out who it was. But I wasn't heartbroken, nor do I regret anything. And I DO NOT have feelings for her now. More than likely she despises the shit out of me anyway as of late. Not to mention I have someone else. But I wasn't that affected by the news - it seemed something was off, even if it was pleasant with her. And thus, it turned out I was moved in that direction. I hope you're not confusing me for being FORCED into this, because if you are, you're wrong. If I actually didn't want to do anything to hurt her AT ALL, then I would've cancelled the request. But I'm not saying I wanted to hurt her, either. It's like the feelings I had just went neutral.

In either case, I didn't tell her anything. More than anything, being in a relationship was probably an advantage to me. From that point on, anytime I would kiss her goodbye, I never had any warm feeling. Nothing like a positive feeling.

The first kiss, I definitely felt something. The second, which did happen the next day, I felt nothing.