Chapter 4: Fuck Around and Get Smoked
Miyuki gritted his teeth. "Just who the fuck do you think you are to hurt my precious target like that?!"
Mei struggled to pry from the latter's grasp. "Get the fuck off of me! Ei-chan and I have private business to attend to!"
"That does not give you the right to touch him like that. Do you understand me, shrimp?"
"What did you just call me? Ei-chan, do you know this guy? He's pissing me off!"
Eijun turned his head, unresponsive.
Miyuki stood up and wiped the corner of his mouth. "Leave now."
Mei rose a brow. "Me? You better watch your mouth. You don't know who you're messing with. Why don't you leave and let me talk to Ei-chan?"
The bespectacled man cocked his head. "There'll be no need to talk." Twisting his body halfway, he stretched his leg and brutally kicked Mei in the face, causing him to fall back.
Mei growled. "The hell was that for?" Springing forward, he attempted to punch Miyuki in the jaw but Miyuki leaned back, ducked under and kicked Mei in the back. The blonde turned around and retrieved his gun from his blazer. He pointed it at Miyuki and sneered. "You're dead."
The hitman smirked. "Is that so?"
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Miyuki effortlessly swerved his head as Mei shot at him constantly. "This is light work," he mused, weaving between the bullets. Getting his own gun, he charged forward and shouldered the latter into the wall with all his might.
The blonde coughed as he crashed into the wall and became face to face with a black hole. He bit his lip and lowered his head. "Fuck."
Miyuki lowered his gun to Mei's crotch. "Next time… keep your horniness to yourself. Not my Sawamura." He fired, causing the blonde to scream in pain and clutch his bloody balls. He fell to the ground soon after and passed out.
Dropping his shoulders, Miyuki sighed as he pocketed his gun and turned around to look at Eijun. "Are you okay?"
Eijun buried his head between his legs and slowly nodded. "Thank you," he murmured.
Miyuki walked over to him and leaned against the wall, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I didn't do much. What was he trying to do to you?"
The brunette sniffed. "Get me back, obviously."
"Get you back? He's your ex?"
Another nod.
The bespectacled man whistled in astonishment. "Wow. You must have an entire line of exes still in love with you."
"Tell me about it." Eijun lifted his head and looked at Miyuki with teary eyes. "Thank you, sweet cheeks. For saving me. I didn't have any weapons on me. I left them all at home."
Miyuki sweat-dropped. "That nickname always sends a chill down my spine–"
"You don't know how long I waited for you." The cross-dresser smiled bitterly, blinking rapidly. "I really wanted to see you again. When you tried to kill me the other day, it lit up a fire inside of me. I felt excited. No one has ever made me feel like that before."
Miyuki stood in silence.
Eijun continued, "My heart would race when I think about you. I couldn't get you out of my mind when I realized you might come to this party. I wanted us to talk for a while, but then this blonde bastard took your spot." He smiled again and laughed softly. "I'm so stupid."
Miyuki rose a brow. "Stupid?" He helped his target up and they walked out of the bathroom. The party was carrying on as usual, music blasting through the speakers. "Don't call yourself stupid. You're a fucking genius. How did you know that there was a sniper on top of the building? How did you know who I was?"
Eijun shook his head as they exited the manor and into a nearby parking lot. "I have a little spy on deck. I don't do any work. They give me the information, I put it to good use. This brain is worthless."
The hitman exhaled. "Why do you put yourself down so much? I'm being honest. You really are smart." 'Beautiful too.'
The brunette searched in his purse for a pack of cigarettes and unwrapped it, taking out a stick. "Do you have a light?"
"You smoke? You don't look like the type." He searched in his pockets and tossed the latter a lighter. "Don't blame me if you die young of cancer."
Eijun scoffed, lighting up his cigarette. He put it in his mouth and handed back the lighter. Inhaling, he swirled the smoke inside his mouth and exhaled, holding the cigarette between his middle and index finger. "I wouldn't mind," he said finally. "I don't like the life I'm living right now."
Miyuki said, "That's strange. Where's that overly happy, sexy, determined Sawamura Eijun I saw the other day? Was I dreaming?"
"Oh… maybe. I mean, I haven't been me lately. Things came up and now I'm just… shaken up. Not a big deal. I'm used to it." He took another puff, exhaling. "People break up with me once they realize I'm not the Eijun they expected. Then I steal their money and get away with it. But I don't give a fuck. Never had feelings for 'em anyway." He grinned and looked up at Miyuki. "Why am I telling this to you? Ha, it's not like we're friends or anything."
The assassin shook his head. "It's fine. I mean, I don't mind you telling your life story."
"Didn't Kuramochi send you to kill me again?"
Then it hit him. Miyuki slapped his forehead and groaned. His mission had completely slipped from his mind. "Goddamn it!" He put his earpiece to his lips. "All units, retreat. Mission has been postponed. Return to base. Over."
Eijun leaned against the gate. "Why did you cancel it? You could've killed me right now."
"It's not fair. I want to go head to head with you when you're ready."
"Hitmen aren't supposed to care about the condition of their targets. It's kill or no kill."
"Well, I do. You, especially."
Eijun felt his heart skip a beat. "What's that supposed to mean? That sounded wrong." He let out another puff of smoke. "No one cares about me."
"What do you mean?"
"Long story short, I'm worthless. I'm rich, I'm famous, yeah, yeah, whatever. But there's something that I don't have that money won't buy."
"What's that?"
Finishing up his cigarette, Eijun tossed it to the ground and crushed it with his heel. He turned around and blushed. "Someone to keep me company. Someone to help me cope with everything I'm going through. That's all I want. Then I'll be happy." 'I want you.'
Miyuki stood in awe, speechless. After thinking for a while, he spoke. "I hope you'll be able to find that person."
"I… I already did. I'm not sure about my feelings for them, their feelings for me or if we'll be able to be together. We're both crazy people. Haha. I'm so demanding I hate it. Why couldn't I be normal?"
The hitman shoved his hands in his pockets. "Hey."
Eijun turned around to face him. "What?"
"Are you sure you're okay? Did that bastard hurt you anywhere?"
"I'm totally fine. Nothing to worry about. Thank you again… for saving me."
"I only did it because I didn't want that guy to taint my million dollar target. Fucking weakling. If I wasn't a hitman, I would've ignored your ass and let you get raped. Ungrateful bastard. Bleh!"
"How caring."
"I know, right?"
Eijun rolled his eyes. "Whatever, honey boo." He walked up to him and puckered his lips. "Give mommy a big kiss before I go."
Miyuki turned his head. "Save them lips for the guy you have feelings for, alright?"
The brunette pouted. "Fine then." Tippy-toeing, he kissed the bespectacled man on the cheek and ruffled his hair. "I'll get going now, Hitman-san. Bye-bye."
Until he heard the cross-dresser's car roll away, Miyuki fell to his knees, his face red. "He kissed me! Holy crap… do I… no… way …like him?!"
