"Do you really think that I don't know the sound of someone taking off a safety by now, Ichiro?" Kyoya asked without turning around. The sound of his brother's snicker came from directly behind him. "Sorry, little brother," Ichiro said in his low voice. "Nothing personal, just business." "Yes, it seems here," he skimmed the lines of his father's will that he just pulled up, "that father was going to leave his business empire to me. And since your businesses, such as your weapons design and manufacturing factories technically belong to him... They'll be mine too."
"You always were the brightest," Ichiro said mockingly. "Not bright enough, apparently. I should have seen that you were behind the shooting. That I was a target. That's why Seiko and Kana didn't kill me right away, right?" Ichiro shrugged. "They could choose whether to shoot you immediately or take you hostage and force father to hand over the fortunes into an offshore bank account. I assume they wanted to kill you slowly."
"They wanted all of them to die slowly," Kyoya murmured. He said louder, "Well, Ichiro? Are you going to kill me now?" Kyoya asked, cool and collected. "Yes," Ichiro said confidently. "I wouldn't, Kyoya said, pushing up his glasses. "You can't make it look like an accident like this. Everyone would know it was you."
Ichiro paused. Kyoya's heart thumped loudly, as if to make Ichiro's target more apparent. "Hm." Ichiro grunted. "You're right. What good is money if I'm in jail?" Kyoya gave a half- smile. "But if I was to disappear, to run away, you'd have the companies and the money." Ichiro gave him a long, hard look. "You'd do that?" He demanded. "Why not? All my friends are dead and I do believe a fresh start is in order."
Finally, Ichiro lowered the gun. "You know, little brother, I might miss you," Ichiro said, laughing as he left Kyoya's room. Kyoya let out the breath he'd been holding. He typed in a few searches, and decided his destination: Australia.