FloralLover - My girlfriend will kill me for saying this about her, but I've seen her go nuts over an assassin just over one book. She isn't one that goes all fan girl, but she did. She is pretty pragmatic, but when it comes to books she can let her imagination go nuts which is a benefit to me. So in this I let it also be a benefit to Takano. ;) Though I also see what you mean. I'm giving Takano a second career choice in case he wants to give up his current career.

Thanks for the reviews people. You are fantastic. Have a good one.


Lying was just a part of his life. It mostly defined his job. It was normal and never filled him with complete unease. What did fill him with guilt was lying to Ritsu. While he knew a way around about talking about his job still without revealing anything much to him. He actually hated it.

What he loved was that with writing that book, Takano was able express himself fully. He was essentially writing an autobiography of his life. How he begun this career. How with one exam they approach them about this career. All because it helped to write this down.

"Nothing is more satisfying than seeing a waste of a human floundering for air before death is met."

Teachers feared him. The government wanted him. Takano just literally held his middle finger up just to train himself. He didn't wish to be a government tool.

His family life had him hating humans to the point of not having much faith in them. True there was the exceptions with children. Kids he didn't mind saving if they were in harms ways. He loved their innocent nature. He prayed that they went home to loving homes instead of what he went home to.

Desolation.

He knew Hiyori was a lucky child to have a father like Kirishima. He was a loving and doting father to his kid. While he never personally met the girl, Zen bragged a lot about her to him and Yokozawa to show how much he loves her.

With his parents, they didn't know they had a kid until someone came face to face with him. It was always the sentence of; "Oh we didn't know you had a son."

The way the anger festered in him. The way the hatred grew for his so-called parents, Takano didn't even care when the hospital called to inform him his mom passed out at work from an illness. He just continued to pet his cat. When he passed out from an illness, his own parents called him a failure, so let them know how it feels not to have him come to them for a change.

With Ritsu, he was struck with this never ending goodness from him. He was caring and thoughtful. He sacrificed for his son and loved his in-laws like they were his actual parents. While Ritsu complained about smiling due to it hurting his face, he had a beautiful smile. It was like the sunrises that he loves so much.

"Have you told him how you feel?" Kirishima could plainly see that expression on Takano's face.

Being in the surveillance van, Takano turned to him. "No, but I will."

He nods his head as he watches Yokozawa looking as handsome as ever. There he was in his tux just making his presence known. Already he could see that the target was trying to make his way over to him, but he kept on being halted by each distraction they set up on purpose.

Studying Zen's gaze, Takano smirked. "Give the bear some time. He'll loosen up towards you."

"Perhaps." Zen pointed to the screen. Now was the moment.

XXX

Yokozawa kept his constant calm self as he perused the party. He made small talk with some. Didn't make any eye contact with the target, even though he knew the target was keeping him in his sights.

The Japanese-American he would like to call him. A man who removed his own name in favor of something more American. Yokozawa suspected that he just didn't enjoy his given name given the definition of it.

Yori - Servant to the public

"What do you think of this piece?" The deep almost lyrical voice inquired.

Honestly he wished his body didn't react to that voice, but it did. Well his groin did. Yokozawa glanced up once more to the painting once more to examine it. It was the 1874 painting titled The Dance Class by Edgar Degas on lone from the Metropolitan Museum of Art. "I enjoy it, but I feel I've seen far too much of it."

The man was intrigued. "So you enjoy seeing things that aren't so mainstream, even if it this."

"Indeed." Yokozawa began to wander off with the male behind him. He'll let him gauge him. Let him look him over. This was the point of this meeting. Wandering over to a painting done by an unknown artist he indicated it with a simple gesture. "The Bugatti Royale. This painting was done by an unknown artist. So many textures have been used on it along with materials. It is visually stunning." His eyes went to the target. "The most stunning of all is the fact that there is only six of these cars made. So which is the most rarest now? The painter or that car?"

The target felt the excitement pouring through his body at listening to this man's calm beautiful voice. How he just spoke about this painting and how he seemed to know about this vehicle. "My name is Akiyama Jordan. Do you know much about rare vehicles?"

Yokozawa had to admit that the man was indeed handsome. While he did look a little like Takano, he also didn't at the same time. When the man lit up, Jordan's eyes showed these blue flecks in them. "Pleased to meet you. I'm Yokozawa Takafumi. I do enjoy classic vehicles, but mostly I just enjoy the classics."

XXX

Takano and Kirishima rose their eyebrows up as they watched Yokozawa turn his back on the target to head away again. Jordan followed eagerly at wanting to speak to the man more.

"He almost looks like an eager puppy." Takano said as he looked at the file again. The target really loved giving to charity. He also loved his family. "I guess it is a good thing we don't have to kill him."

Kirishima was silent as he watched Yokozawa now on the balcony with the target. He saw a light in his eyes as he looked at Jordan.

XXX

Now he hoped he would never have to kill this man. As they both stood out there speaking, Jordan spoke about his family along with his pet. Finding out it was also a cat, Yokozawa smiled.

"May I ask you out on a date?"

Yokozawa saw the comparison to Takano really melt away. Jordan was a little shy with him. "You may." His hand reached out to take his phone away from him. "I just hope you ask real soon or I'll be a little unhappy."

Jordan stared at his phone. Stared at the number as Yokozawa walked away from him.

Feeling a buzz in his pocket, Yokozawa lifted his phone up smirking.

Jordan: Will you go out with me tomorrow? 7?

Turning around Yokozawa walked back up to him to plant a kiss on him. This wasn't part of his plan, but as his lips met that of Jordan's his groin begged for his attention later. Pulling away he smiled. "I'll text you where I live so you can pick me up."

XXX

In the van, Takano looked at his boss. "This is just part of the job." He tried to assure him.

Kirishima sighed as he took a cigarette out of the pack. "Mmmhmm."

XXX

Above the building across from Ritsu's, Takano kept a watchful eye on the same car that drove up to park. Even with his own binoculars, Takano couldn't make out anything about the person except that they had their own set of binoculars on, Ritsu's apartment.

He watched as Ritsu came outside to bid good night to Nara, and that's when Takano noticed the camera taking pictures of Ritsu. Feeling a vibration in his pocket, he lifted it up to see it was Kirishima.

Kirishima: There are no hits on Onodera. The only thing mostly of value about him is his family. If someone suspicious is staking out his place than they might be a stalker or something.

Takano viewed that the outfit the person wore was something that didn't let others see what they looked like. Also the binoculars they had were of the same caliber that he had himself. The camera. Takano saw the camera lift up once more as Ritsu came out again to lean against the railing.

Takano: Same equipment so far as myself. Doubt that this is an ordinary stalker. I should of brought my rifle.

Kirishima: Shoot. You better do some staking out of your own. Who knows, but I bet he attracted another striker who wants to get into his pants. After all, this guy is attractive.

He let out a low growl before he felt his phone once more. This time it was Ritsu. Looking up, there he was with a smile on his face.

Ritsu: Yes now I know my son misses you whenever you aren't around. He looks over my shoulder more. He pouted when Nara came in to announce she had his bottle. When I mentioned your name he smiled.

Takano smiled at those words before the smile disappeared when he spotted the door open up on that car. He waited to see what will happen when the car just shut its door and left instead.

Takano: Sounds sweet. I would love to come over if I may.

From where he stood, Ritsu smiled. The soft glow of his mobile lighting up his face. Takano reveled in it.

Ritsu: Come over. I'll still be up.

Takano: I won't be long.

Packing his gear up, Takano smiled with anticipation of locking his lips with Ritsu's.