Haruichi was tired. He couldn't feel his feet, and each step was torture. His arms were hanging limply at his sides, and he was half sure his stomach had started to eat itself. Breathing burned his lungs, and each time he opened his mouth his lips cracked and bled again. He didn't know where he was. He didn't know how long he'd been walking.
Turning down a random alley, he paused and slumped against the wall. He could barely keep his eyes open. He'd continue later, after he'd rested for a bit.
Haruichi stood gazing at the wall, ignoring the laughter of the men around him. If they didn't give him a job, he'd just find someone else. The man who appeared to be in charge circled him, unabashedly looking him up and down. Haruichi knew what he was going to say before he opened his mouth.
"Tell ya what," He said, smirk on his face and hand going to the large knife strapped to his belt. The threat didn't fast Haruichi in the least. He didn't care if the man killed him. "You keep the boys and me company, and maybe I'll find it in me to scrape up a few coins."
The male gripped Haruichi's chin, forcing him to look up. "What'd'ya say?" The nineteen year old didn't bother with a reply, simply turning and heading for the door. He'd find someone else. He didn't let the hand heading towards his shoulder touch him, pulling out the gun he'd picked off one of his previous targets and firing behind him.
He didn't bother to look back as he left.
"Fine." Haruichi nodded to the woman in front of him, ignoring all the protests coming from the men and woman around them. She tossed a small bag of cash at him. "That's the advance payment. You finish this, you get the rest." The brunette pulled out a file from the bag next to her, throwing it to Haruichi's feet. "Those are the details. You have a week."
The pink haired teen picked up the file and pocketed the bag, leaving the room. Heading outside, he wandered the alleys before coming to a stop outside the small rundown motel he'd found. It was all he could afford, and nobody asked questions. Lazily setting a few bills for another weeks stay on the counter, he made his way to his room as the owner snatched up the money.
Sitting on the bed that more than likely had lice and remints of various diseases, he opened the file he'd been given. It was fairly straightforward – slit the throat of a sleazy business man and trash his files. What he'd done, Haruichi didn't know and didn't care. A job was a job and unless he wanted to starve on the streets or have more people take advantage of him.
Staring at the picture of the male he was to deal with, he memorized the face and the name before tossing it into the metal trashcan – probably the most durable thing in the small room – and tossed in a lit match, watching it burn. Only when there was nothing left of the folder did he make sure he had everything that belonged to him, which wasn't much, and head for the door.
The streets were emptying out as he started making his way across town. The nights were getting cooler as summer began winding down into fall. The further Haruichi went into the business district, the less people he saw. Most were already closed down for the night, with nobody else left inside – perfect for him.
Locating the building his target worked in, the pink haired male made a note of all the security cameras. Only a few were actually moving, and Haruichi was willing to bet that many of them were fakes put up to dissuade potential thieves. There was a light on in the very top office, and the nineteen year old checked once more to see if his knives and gun were still there before heading towards the front door.
The door was locked, but a security officer was stationed in the lobby. Knocking on the glass, he ignored the shooing gesture he was given and knocked again, pulling uselessly on the handle. He continued to do so until the officer finally got fed up and came to the door. Pushing it open, he said, "We're closed. Now g-"He never got to finish his sentence as the pink haired teen placed a bullet in his head.
Stepping over the body, he made his way towards the elevator, pushing the button for the top floor. The elevator was fast and smooth, and Haruichi soon found himself standing before the large unnecessary lavishly decorated double doors. Barely stopping to look at them, he pushed open the heavy door and stared at the greasy haired, overweight male sitting with a pile of cash.
Before he could open his mouth, Haruichi had a bullet in his brain. Yawning, he strode forward and slowly shoved some cash into his pockets, emptying the briefcase on the large desk and filling it with more. Stepping back, he shot the computer before making his way back downstairs. Half of his job was finished. All he had to do was make sure all the files were destroyed and he could leave.
Lazily wandering the building until he found the electrical room, Haruichi opened the door and fired a few shots inside. He waited until he saw flames starting to rise before shooting the sprinklers installed and leaving.
He was halfway across the business district when he heard glass exploding and could see the flames. If he was thankful to Takashi for anything, it was for beating into his head the importance of covering his tracks. He might not have cared if someone killed him, but that didn't mean he would make it easy for them.
Haruichi tossed down that morning's newspaper, the headline story being of a wealthy business tycoon dying when his building caught on fire and collapsed. There was speculation about the contractors cutting corners while building and some faulty electrical work.
"Impressive," Misa said, snapping her fingers. "Fast, efficient, and no witnesses or way to trace it back to you." She gestured to the briefcase carried by one of her subordinates. "Here's the rest of your pay." Taking a sheet of paper, she scribbled her number down and held it out. "Call me when you finally get a cellphone. I might just have more work for you later." Haruichi took the case and snatched the paper before turning and leaving.
Making his way back out into the alley, he dug his other briefcase out from the garbage bin he'd tossed it in and made his way onto the street. His first step was to get a small apartment where he could stay and wouldn't be bothered. Then he'd worry about finding another job.
A little look into what Haruichi's life is like now. Not sure how much I like this chapter, but it's something. Next will probably be a time skip with the regulars.