Chapter 9: Nisekoi #1 – Seishiro Tsugumi

Seishiro Tsugumi was an orphan who was taken in by Claude Ringheart of the Bee Hive Gang and trained as a hitman. When Calude-sama first met her, he mistook her for a boy and so gave her a very masculine name. She always resented that fact like she resented how she developed breasts. She had a love-hate relationship with her femininity. On the one hand she was prepared to abandon her feminine side if that meant protecting her childhood friend and ojou-sama, Chitoge Kirisaki. However, she felt a bit ticked off and somewhat troubled when others mistook her for a man.

Granted, she does favour to wear masculine clothes, khaki pants, white shirts with red ties, a blue blazer and brown shoes, one has all to do but pay attention to her chin length navy blue hair that has a blue and white bow to the left side to make out her gender.

But no. The world is full of idiots. Like Raku Ichijou.

Tsugumi shook her head and continued to observe through her binoculars. She remembered her live long goal which was to protect Chitoge Kirisaki from any kind of harm. Then there was her present objective for which she was brought back to Japan.

Investigate Raku Ichijou and eliminate him if his relationship with Chitoge Kirisaki turns out to be fake. If she gets even a hint that he is forcing her to be in a relationship with him, then there is no place on earth, heaven or hell where that man could be safe from her crosshairs.

This is all for the best, Tsugumi told herself as she spied on the suspected couple, Raku Ichijou and Chitoge Kirisaki, who were sitting on a bench in a lovers' park. Their backs were turned to her, but every now and then she would catch a glimpse of their faces and so far, it looked like they were at least in some kind of understanding, which for her seemed like what a relationship should be based on.

It was rather odd, but she couldn't question her ojou's tastes.

"That's a rather odd angle for bird watching."

Instincts kicked in and in a flash she shoved the Beretta M92 which she kept hidden in her sleeve up the underside of the jaw of the person who had interrupted her mission.

"Who are you?"

"Hachiman Hikigaya."

That's strange, she thought. Most people would look a bit more concerned having a firearm pointed at their neck, especially when she was oozing such a killing aura. But this guy, Hachiman Hikigaya, he looked at her like she was holding a toy gun at him.

Wait a minute.

"Look, Hachiman Hikigaya, I know in Japan, crimes and violence related to guns seem more like a myth. Even the organized crime syndicates like yakuza and other smaller gangs carry around swords and swing them around like it's still the feudal age. But let me assure you that this is a real gun with live bullets."

"I can see that."

"Then why aren't you looking more afraid, huh?"

He gave a tired sigh. "Recently a heroic spirit, Mordred Pendragon from Arthurian legends threatened me with a butterfly knife. Before that, when I was an innocent first year student, starting out at university, living on campus, I was given Sousuke Sagara as a roommate. He is a militant, soldier of fortune, shoot first ask questions never kind of guy, who for some reason, everyone on campus thinks is a gun-otaku. Believe me, this is not the first time I have come face to face with a gun. And it certainly won't be the last time, if I don't make some changes to my present living arrangements."

She was visibly ticked off.

"I didn't get half of what you were saying, Hachiman Hikigaya-"

"What's up with calling my full name over and over again. Are you a theatre enthusiast?"

"I am a hitman."

He scoffed. "Well, clearly not a man with those -"

She blushed and pulled out a Remington M870 and placed it right between his rotten dead fish eyes. This time he gave a visible flinch and tried to make his sentence into something which doesn't get him shot at or killed. He hiccupped and continued.

"- Like I was saying you are clearly not a man with those huge knockers."

"Huge knockers!"

She was gonna kill him.

He tried in vain.

"Look, I know you are thinking about shooting me, but really this is not my fault. It is the higher education system which has failed me. You would think after studying so much of the language and developing such an extensive vocabulary, I could get out of a tight spot by introducing some kind of clever twist on the sentence, but no. I couldn't think of anything."

"I will give you something to think."

"Like what?"

"Your last words."

"I can't think of any. How about the name of my would-be shooter?"

She gave him a fantastic smile.

"Seishiro Tsugumi."

"Well, Seishiro Tsugumi, it was nice knowing you. And as for last words, all I can say is that if this is the way I go out, being shot to death by a beautiful woman with a rather masculine name-" He stopped dead in his tracks. "Your name, what's up with that?"

She was starting to hate him. "I was mistaken for a boy when I was little. Still am, sometimes."

"What, by blind people?"

"No, by idiots."

"Nah, even idiots have eyes. They have to be either blind or you must have done something to your breasts."

"Like what?"

"I don't know. Can't think, with all these fire arms aimed at me. Seriously, have you never heard of over kill? I don't know a lot about guns, but I think even common sense dictates, that bullets have to be expensive. Why waste bullet on someone like me."

"It won't be a waste."

"Nah, it will be a waste. My life is worth less than a bullet."

She lowered her rifle a little. Maybe he was right.

Tsugumi wouldn't waste the bullets of her Remington on scum like this. He would get the bullets of a Beretta. From the looks of it he had given up on his own life, not even trying to look for a way out. Not like he was gonna escape. She came back to Japan to kill scum and she will start with him. Raku Ichijou would just have to wait a little bit longer.

Sorry ojou, she thought, just wait a little bit longer.

"Tell me how I can make my breasts look smaller. I might just let you live."

"You won't shoot me?"

"I didn't say I won't shoot you. I said I would let you live."

"That sounds a bit extreme."

"I recently came back from America. We are all about the extreme life. With a capital X."

Hachiman Hikigaya looked at her for a second. Then three seconds passed and he did nothing. In the back of her mind, something kept nagging her, telling her not to waste time on him. She had better matters to attend to like spying – I mean, keeping a safe watch on ojou. Then if things looked fishy, she would take out Raku Ichijou.

But now she had to deal with him.

Hachiman Hikigaya.

"You are serious."

"Deadly."

He had the audacity to scoff at her. She was gonna do him in old school. Cement shoes, body thrown into Tokyo Bay. She was already making plans. Raku Ichijou could live for a day. She would apologize to ojou later. Or maybe she didn't need to know about this at all.

"You know, I have faced this problem before." It looked like he was talking more to himself. "Rio Futaba had a similar problem. She had huge breasts like yours and she didn't like it because she thought, people only noticed her breasts and not her. It led to a supernatural problem which needed a bit of philosophy and psychology to sort out. And now I have you, Tsugumi-san with a breast complex."

"I do not have a breast complex!"

She blushed and waved both her guns around in the air like a gun crazed lunatic. Hachiman Hikigaya, the rotten dead fish eyed scum, ignored her like she was a middle aged woman waving a discount coupon at a Saturday sale.

"I don't know what is up with you women. I'm not a sexist. But not liking the fact that you have big breasts is something I can never understand, firstly because I'm a guy. But also, taking the male body as an example, you don't see us guys complaining about having big penises -"

"Shut up! Shut up!"

Tsugumi blushed, looking close to helpless. She was the Black Tiger, the best skillful hitman of the Beehive Gang. How could she be rendered to such a state by a nobody. And he was still talking. Oh my god, he was still talking.

"- I mean, I can understand girls who are flat-chested, having a complex. It's the same with men. Not with breasts, but you know. But women with big breasts like you, Tsugumi -"

Raku Ichijou and Chitoge Kirisaki were in the middle of another argument. They had come close to breaking off their fake lovey-dovey relationship. This was not tenable. Their personalities clashed horribly. First of all, Raku had blue hair.

Chitoge Kirisaki might not know a lot, but she knew this much. People with blue hair always ended up in the losing side at the field of love. And she was a blonde beauty. Winning was in her nature.

No, it was better to end this.

Bang!

Bang!

"Did you hear that?" Raku had reached for her, trying to shield her from harm. "It sounded like gun shots."

Chitoge Kirisaki didn't need his help. But this small gesture charmed her. But she didn't let it show.

"Of course it was gun shots. Haven't you heard them before? And you say, you belong to a mafia family."

"I belong to the yakuza. It's different. We are a peaceful bunch."

"You guys wave around swords like you are pretending to be pirates."

Bang!

No there was no mistaking it.

These were gun shots.

"I think we are being watched." Raku said.

Chitoge nodded. "Yeah."

"Maybe because we were arguing, the gangs saw us and started fighting between themselves." Raku sounded worried. "This is bad."

"What can we do?" Chitoge asked.

"We have to pretend, be more lovey-dovey. Do you get it, honey?" He said with a forced and awkward smile.

Her smile was just the same. "You are so smart, darling!"

She hoped her sarcasm wasn't too pronounced.

Thus, Raku Ichijou and Chitoge Kirisaki continued their fake date, not knowing that they were being observed like flies in a mason jar by a rotten dead fish eyed loner and a blushing, helpless, disarmed, Black Tiger, who kept repeating to herself that she doesn't have a breast complex.

A/N: I would have liked this chapter to be bigger, but it was close to posting time and so I left it here. If you want this to continue, then you can choose that option in the review. The next chapter would be the last one in this little Nisekoi arc, so think wisely.

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Option 1: Seishiro Tsugumi (Continued)

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Option 3: Chitoge Kirisaki

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