Pretty Little Psycho
Part 1
A scantly dress figure walks down a dimly lit street, heels clicks soundly on the pavement echoing around the empty surroundings. Wearing a short (leather) shorts, a half shirt exposing shoulders and stomach, spike collar and leather knee high boots (all black). Shoulder length platinum hair shifts in the late evening breeze, a smirk forms on ruby lips.
Turning into a dark ally that leads to an abandon warehouse, hazel eyes glows eerily while equipping the handgun strapped to pale thigh, walking pass parked cars.
Two men standing guard outside the door saw the figure approaching.
"Who-"
A bullet lodge in his head ending his words, the body crumbles to the ground, his partner suffers the same fate a second late before he could react.
"Nothing personal with you guys just your boss" the figure chirps happily stepping over their bodies.
Pushing the door open they shifts just in time for a bullet to miss their head.
The occupants open fire while the figure weaves skillfully through the hail of projectiles gracefully while switching the hand gun for the two (ASI) automatics strapped to their back, shooting them down merciless sporting a grin.
Fifteen minutes later the figure stands over the only survivor, their heel pressing down on the injured mans neck.
"W-why are y-ugh doing th-this?" the man chokes out, the boss, apparently, the wound on his shoulder bleeding out.
"You foolishly stepped on a dragons tail, he may have brushed it off but I his partner took it personally, grinding the heel harder with a dark smile, has you now know i don't take kindly to pests thinking themselves above the food chain, so I like any good housewife exterminate these bugs before they infest, leaving my hubby non the wiser with a clean house" a giggle ends the rant.
"Y-yurgh p-psycho-tic" he wheezes out as the heel bears down harder by the second.
"That's not very nice, but I don't have anymore time to waste playing with you, I have to be home to make dinner before my beloved gets home, ahh~, cleaning up is such busy work, they holster the automatics with a sigh, the woes of being a dutiful housewife" pale hands rest on slender hips.
"Y-you w-wo-n't get a-way-urgh!"
"Do you know how many times I've heard that line, seriously, I stop keeping track as the years pass but I'm getting off topic, your group no longer matters, this base was the last on my list tonight, most were blown away since I couldn't personally attend to them all, they inform applying more force onto the mans neck, though I got a bit overzealous with the explosives, silly me" they bump their head lightly in fake reprimand with one fisted hand while the other reaches for the handgun.
A bang was heard seconds later.
Walking out without a care, a bounce in their steps, cold wins sweeps the area.
Going back to the main empty road the figure venture to a nearby empty public restroom where a bag with a change of clothes was hidden.
Changing into a pair of faded jeans, black t-shirt and sneakers, removes the collar, stares into the mirror at their image while wiping off the lipstick.
Shouldering the bag containing the weapons and clothes, the figure leaves then walks for a while to get a cab.
The cab pulls up to a high rise, entering the building the doorman bows in greeting. Reaching the top floor after taking the elevator the figure enters the penthouse going to their 'work' room to hide the bag in a secret compartment then heads to the master bedroom for a warm shower.
Two hours later the front door opens again and the other resident enters. Removing his coat and shoe he walks further in hearing the sound of the TV and the clattering of pots and dishes.
"-the series of bombings across Tokyo city has the public in a state of panic, reports have been made that no survivors had been found as of yet, authorities speculate-"
Drowning out the reporter he made his way to the kitchen where his lover is making dinner, wearing a pink frill apron, not noticing his arrival (that's what he thinks.)
Feigning surprise at the feel of strong arms wrapping around their waist, a yelp was heard followed by an amuse chuckle.
"I'm home Akihito, he purrs nibbling on said lovers neck, did you miss me?"
"How many times do I have to tell you not to do that Asami, the platinum blond huffs, and welcome back, bastard-hey-stop-I can't finish with you pawing at me" Akihito squirms in Asami's hold.
Asami releases him after one final nip then went to the master bedroom to shower and change.
Twenty minutes later Asami walks to the dining table that Akihito is setting the plated meals on, dressed in his robe then sits down.
A few minutes into their meal, the TV serving as background noise, Asami speaks gaining his lover's attention.
"Where were you this evening, Akihito?"
Said person pause in eating then stare at Asami with a slow blink, "No where special than usual, why?" he replies slowly.
"Your guards couldn't locate you."
"Ain't that the norm?" Akihito counters easily.
"Hn"
Asami remains casual not showing his suspicion about his lover of five years.
Ever since the blond moved in and they had gotten serious about their relationship 'curious' things started happening around him whenever clients, ex's or a unsavory group (yakuza) starts to overstep or 'threatens him' (he smirks at the thought) he would overlook them as irrelevant flies after a mild 'talking to' leaving them shaken.
But a few days later said individual/s would meet an unfortunate end, either in freak accidents, suicide, overdose, car crash or bombings.
At first he didn't pay it any mind as it didn't affect him thinking 'good riddance', but then it became too much of a coincident to overlook anymore, it became a pattern and it all centers around Akihito, thought he kept quiet about it for the time being.
His first suspicion of his lover stars when a diet member tried to blackmail him, he'd been amuse at the attempt and had walked away with a few spoils. That same night at dinner he and Akihito were talking (bantering) about their day as usual and he brought up the incident casually.
His lover had laughed calling the man 'a lucky fool fool and wouldn't be surprise if he didn't live to the of the week.'
Asami thought nothing of it until a few days later, Akihito leaves for a scoop returning late in the night. The next morning news of the diet member found dead in a love hotel was front page.
He as usual, at the time, didn't care but what Akihito said flash through his mind for a moment only to be brushed off the next second thinking it ridiculous that his lover had anything to do with it.
A month later a small Mafia group tried to move in on one of his territory, an annoyance he had called them when he spoke to his lover at dinner the night then days later Akihito disappeared for work, coming back the next early morning.
Then at work he got the report of the group's demise, 'eliminated by an enemy gang'.
Asami pondered then decides to look into it more and pays closer attention from then on especially of Akihito's movements.
Weeks went by and the same thing occurred with a corrupt cop, death by freak accident.
A month later an ex, tortured to death.
Two weeks after a politician, overdose.
But the most eye opening of all, Liu Fei Long's death three months after.
Fei Long had went after Akihito, kidnaped him, and they had to make an agreement so he could get Akihito back and minimize the body count. Akihito was then returned unharmed, except a few bruises.
A week later Fei Long died in an explosion, apparently his private chopper blew up when it land on his compound in Hong Kong.
He was honestly surprised by the news but his little lover was all smiles the whole week following. At one point he could have sworn he heard Akihito mumbled to himself, 'paybacks a bitch Fei, hope this lesson sticks in the next life.'
He'd pretend not to have heard but the statement dissolve anymore doubts. Asami decides to get solid proof before catching Akihito next time in the act, he's sure there would be.
Nothing happen for six months.
Just when he was about to give up and confront Akihito directly an arms dealer tried to swindle him, he decides to use them as bait and let it slide surprising his men. To 'test' his lover he had then told Akihito about them and now here he is a week later gotten confirmation via Kirishima earlier and the news.
"So...anything interesting happened at work today?" the sound of his lovers voice end his musing.
"Nothing more than usual, 'time to set the trap', though the manager at one of my clubs is on my last good grace" he stares closely at the blond reaction.
"Really, which one?" Akihito asks casually eating, eyes on his plate feigning disinterest.
"Dracaena, Sudou Shuu."
Asami watch his lover tense and a look of dark irritation flash across his face for a split second that he would have missed had he not been observing.
"Ah, a strain smile follow, it must really sucks having to deal with incompetent employees, huh Asami, he plays it off as a joke getting up, well I'm done eating, I just remember some work I have to finish before bed" he picks up his mostly empty dishes then retreats to the kitchen, Asami eyed his form.
The following morning Asami got the full details of the dealers group being wiped out overnight via bombings and assassination. Now there's no room for doubts, he only needs to catch Akihito in the act like he originally planned and Sudou Shuu is perfect bait.
He set guards to secretly watch Sudou leaving Akihito with his regular guards to not draw suspicions from his lover.
To be continued...