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Chapter 2: Work Hard, Play Hard

"So, honey bun. What makes you think I'll let you kill me?" Eijun asked, sipping a glass of wine.

Miyuki gritted his teeth, attempting to free his hands from the chains binding him to the chair. "If you could remove this bag from my face, I'll be happy to tell you."

The brunette laughed. "Oh no, sweetie. I'm afraid that's impossible because it's amazing that I captured you. The best hitman in the world. In my basement. How did this happen again?" He set down his half-empty glass and walked to the tied hitman and sat on his lap, putting a hand around on his throat. "You poor thing," he said teasingly.

A few hours ago…

"Don't just stand there dumbfounded!" Kuramochi said into Miyuki's earpiece as Eijun left the party. "Chase after him!"

Pushing the table aside in anger, Miyuki pulled out his gun and dashed outside. Looking both ways, he saw Eijun heading to the left. "Get back here!"

Eijun gasped, smirking. "Ooh, someone's pretty angry!" He picked up his speed and took out the pistol that was strapped to his leg. Hearing the bespectacled man's footsteps near, he turned the corner and climbed a fire escape.

When Miyuki turned, he rose a brow. "Where the hell did he go?! Where the hell did he go?!"

BANG!

Upon hearing a gunshot, he evaded the bullet by a hair and shot into the air. "Get down!"

Eijun stuck out his tongue, twirling around on the roof. "Hehe! Make me, Hitman-san! You're totally better than this! Maybe I was wrong… Kuramochi should have never hired you– WHOA!" Suddenly, Miyuki appeared in front of him and kicked him in the stomach, sending him flying. The brunette landed a few feet away, landing on his back. "Hey…" he grimaced, regaining some air. "I take that back. You're not half bad."

The older man put another bullet in his gun and slowly made his way to the defenseless target. "Don't even try running away from me," he warned. "Your gun is out of reach. You have nothing on you; you're dead."

Eijun pouted as he felt the weapon press against his temple. "Aw, man. I'm done for. I thought we could play a little more, but I guess not."

"You're acting awfully calm, bitch. Stop that. Have any last words?"

"You fucked up."

Miyuki pulled the trigger. But the bullet bounced off the latter's temple and toppled to the ground. His eyes widened. "What the fuck?! Rubber?!" Eijun had disappeared from his sight and reappeared next to him, punching him in the jaw. He held his face in pain. "Tell me! What did you do to my gun?"

The brunette ignored his question and dashed towards him. He aimed an axe kick at his assassin, exposing his lace underwear. "It's all about instant calculations! There's no time to think; just action! The second you kicked me, I switched the bullets in your pockets!" He rolled his eyes in frustration as the bespectacled man blocked his kick, grabbed him by the leg and headbutted him. He staggered backwards, blood leaking from his nose. 'Ah, that's not nice, marshmallow-chan~'

Fists raised, Miyuki lurched forward and tried to connect with Eijun's throat, only for it to be blocked. Without a second passing, his glasses were immediately knocked off his face and he was pinned to the ground.

The mastermind hummed as he tied the latter's hands behind his back. "Sweet cheeks," he whispered. "It's not nice to fight against girls. So why don't you remain silent and come with me?"

Miyuki cursed, admitting defeat. "Fuck."

Eijun removed his hand from Miyuki's throat and leaned against the wall. The room was dark, save for a flickering lightbulb, an interrogation table and a chair. "Honey boo, you tried your best, really. Silly me. I should've went easier on you. Do you hate me now?"

"Of course I do! You're making a fool out of me!"

The brunette put a hand to his heart in fake shock, gasping. "Oh, my! What am I to do? I can't have my hostage hate me! Please, what do you want?"

The hitman dug his fingernails into his palms in anger. "Take this freaking bag off my face so I can breathe. And untie my hands while you're at it."

"Sure!"

The older male rose a brow in confusion as he sensed his target's warmth surrounding him, a sweet smell hitting his nose. 'What? Is he seriously letting me go?' A minute later, his hands were freed and he could see everything. Well, nothing but darkness and a sliver of light. He took in as much air as he could and let it out.

Eijun tossed the ropes aside. "You can go."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me. You're free to go."

"But why? Aren't you going to torture me or anything? Perhaps kill me 'cause I'm an assassin?"

"Hey, hey. I use my brain, not my fists. I may seem smart and all… but I'm a completely different person on the inside. A small, measly human with nothing but fame and money. So many people are after me–"

Miyuki sucked his teeth. "I never asked for your life story, woman… or whatever the hell you are." He stood, dusting off his suit. "I won't kill you just yet. But I swear to god, you won't outsmart me again. You won't catch me again. You won't even see me the day I kill you–"

"June 17, 10:21 pm," Eijun said with a smirk on his face. "We'll meet again." He led his assassin to the door.

"Shut your mouth."

Once they were outside, the brunette extended his arms, puckering his lips. "Give mommy a warm hug and kiss before you leave, baby."

Miyuki looked at him in disgust. "Yeah, you were right. You're a completely different person when you're not in front of others." He walked away, hands in his pockets.

Eijun lowered his head, biting his lip. "You don't understand…"