Chapter Thirteen — Higurashi Kagome


His ears perked up, not unlike an animal, when he caught sight of the small girl. He recognized her immediately.

Higurashi Kagome.

Hiruma didn't know what to think about her—of the blue-eyed girl that possessed the name Higurashi Kagome.

She had a weird name with an even weirder history.

Of course, he'd done a background check on her when she first showed up with the Fucking Chibi and Fucking Monkey that one time. It was interesting and boring. A long list of medical ailments in her third year of middle school despite having missed no more than ten days combined in the previous two years. She had missed out on nearly the entire school year yet here she stood, looking far healthier and fitter than an average person. But other than that there was nothing of note. She hadn't joined clubs, but she did take part in school festivals and other frivolous events. She had had a boyfriend but without a name, he couldn't do any research on him. Her friends were also nothing of note, three average teenage girls. He was entirely nonchalant over her social life.

But was interesting was that the family girl suddenly moved out into a city about and hour to two away to live on her own.

Now, that was very interesting.

Her family wasn't poor but they weren't exactly well off either. They had a good, steady income, paid their bills on time, had no debts despite Kagome's questionable health—they lived a comfortably modest lifestyle.

So, how was it that Higurashi Kagome could afford to live on her own, without a job, in a different city?

Not to mention she was living in one of the newer, upper-class level buildings. They were lavish, spacious and beautiful. The architecture itself was worthy enough to be considered works of art.

She couldn't have afforded something like that unless she had connections—big connections and maybe even on the filthy side.

But he couldn't find anything.

(Could you believe it? Him, Hiruma Yōichi bested by a slip of a girl?)

The apartment was listed under her name, paid fully in cash, and while he tried to tap her phone-lines and cellphone for something, his hacking was immediately stopped by someone with superior skills.

He didn't take that very well.

So he had decided to mock her—goad her into doing something that would allow him to read her. Pointing the barrel of his gun straight at her temple and cocked it, finger pressing the trigger half down.

But she hadn't deemed him worthy enough for a reaction.

Her cool eyes simply stared, unfeeling—filled with superiority.

(Like he wasn't worth a grain of her attention.)

It was infuriating.

She was infuriating.

But the mystery she presented was golden.

His genius simply purred at the thought of an actual challenge—a shiver of excitement, perhaps even intimidation, lit his nerves with cold fire.

(He wouldn't be the one that cracked in their little game.)


A/N:

I forgot I had this.