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Chapter 3: Three-Way Encounter

"You caused another mess again?! What's wrong with you?!"

Eijun's grip on his phone grew tighter as he smiled bitterly. "Mom, I'm sorry."

"No, you're not! You do this every single time! Why won't you learn from your mistakes?!"

"But this wasn't a mistake. Therefore there was nothing to learn from."

"You're making us look bad! You're on the newspapers, TV, social media! Everywhere! Stop causing trouble for everyone!"

"H-Hey, it's not my fault–"

"It is your fault. More people are going to go after you if you keep this up. Stop this and continue to study. I want you to be the smartest person in the world."

"Mom—"

Beep!

Eijun let the phone slip from his hand as his mother hung up. With a sigh, he sat on the edge of his bed, pinching the bridge of his nose. 'Why do my own parents hate me? I'm an idiot… I can't be any smarter than this… my brain's going to explode.'

Mustering the strength to stand, the brunette walked out of his room and descended the stairs to the kitchen. "Harucchi!" he called out, yawning.

Kominato Haruichi, his maid, immediately appeared before him, bending at a ninety degree angle. "Yes, Sawamura-san?"

Eijun sat at the table and folded his arms. "Do I have anything scheduled this week?"

Haruichi rose a brow. "Are you certain you want to go to these events? You've been studying the entire week without rest."

"I asked a question. Answer it."

"S-Sure…" The pinkette pressed a button on his phone and displayed a hologram of a calendar. Swiping through it, he stopped at the current week. "Hmm, today there's a business party in Shibuya at Inashiro Manor."

Eijun peered at the calendar, his brow furrowing. "Today's June 17, right?"

Haruichi nodded.

Eijun leapt from his chair, squealing in excitement. "Yaass! I finally get to meet honey boo again!"

Haruichi cocked his head in confusion. 'Honey boo?'

Miyuki held his cheek in pain.

Kuramochi withdrew his hand, enraged. "You what? You failed?"

The bespectacled man said nothing.

Kuramochi banged his fist on his desk. "Answer my damn question! You failed your task?!"

"Yes, sir."

"Jesus Christ." The green haired male paced around his lair in an attempt to calm down. "How could you? You were the only hitman that was capable of this job and you fuck up? Do you know how much that makes me look bad? I must look like a fool."

Miyuki shook his head after a while and looked at Kuramochi's back. "I apologize. He was steps ahead of me. I s-still don't understand. How on Earth did he know… everything? He knew there was a sniper but he never looked up once. I don't understand this madness."

Kuramochi turned around, rolling his tongue in his mouth. Coming to a conclusion he sat down at his desk and rapidly typed at his laptop. "I warned you that he was a genius. You didn't listen."

"I could've sworn you were bluffing. Flirting with him was easy; he looked like an idiot."

"Many people underestimate him because of his appearance. Like I did."

"Huh, no wonder."

"Don't laugh!" Kuramochi beckoned the latter over with his index finger. "This website tells all the events that are happening this month. There's one today at Inashiro Manor. You're going."

Miyuki placed his arm on the top of Kuramochi's chair. "Will that cross-dresser be there?"

"Obviously. I'm not mad at you, but I seriously want him dead. If you fail again, you can try to kill him on your own time. Got it?"

The assassin smirked. "Yes, sir." 'I'll finally get to meet that bastard again.'

9:01 pm

Narumiya Mei stared at himself in the mirror, adjusting his tie. "Hmm, I like this look." Taking a step back, he did several poses and smiled in content. "Yeah, it's good. Masa!"

Harada Masatoshi opened the door and poked his head in. "Yes?"

"Are ya done with the decorations and everything? It's almost 10."

"Just a few more tables to set up and that'll be it."

"Fine."

Harada nodded and left.

Walking to his closet, Mei opened a door and removed a small photo. His eyes were filled with determination. "Eijun… I'm definitely going to get you back. This bright smile will not belong to anyone else but me."

9:48 pm

Miyuki sat back in the limo as the driver made his way to Shibuya. The hitman looked out the window in boredom as the sight of pachinko places and brightly lit department stores passed by with a blur. "Inashiro Manor. Inashiro sounds so familiar."

Shrugging, he closed his eyes and exhaled. Opening them again, he went over the procedures Kuramochi gave him. 'Once you get inside, don't hesitate. Make some small talk and when he's open, commence the assassination. There are several snipers hiding underneath the potholes nearby but they won't shoot until the bastard runs out. There's a park five blocks from the manor and you two can duke it out there if necessary. Bring him dead or alive.'

Miyuki cracked his knuckles. "Driver-san, how much longer?"

The old man turned around and smiled. "About fifteen minutes. Do not fret."

"Good." 'I will not lose this time. He's mine.'

10:11 pm

Eijun yawned as he applied his mascara, struggling to keep his eyes open. "I hope Hitman-san comes so we can have fun again." He moved on to eyeshadow. "He was so serious about killing me… that hasn't happened in a while. That really made my heart race."

Haruichi knocked on the bathroom door. "Sawamura-san."

"Yeah?"

"It's past ten. The party already started."

"Ah, don't worry about it. Being late isn't going to hurt anyone. Narumiya is probably giving shout outs to people." 'That silly bastard. Why am I going to this party anyway? Damn it, Eijun, stop contradicting yourself. You're going to see Hitman-san and come back. That's it.' Setting down his makeup kit, he smacked his lips. "I'm so sexy."

Haruichi stifled a laugh. "I'll get the car ready, Sawamura-san."

10:54 pm

Miyuki tapped his thigh impatiently. "What's the holdup?"

The old man turned and bowed apologetically. "Pardon me, young sir. It seems that there's a traffic jam. The party already started, right? You could either walk there or hail a cab. We're not too far from the manor."

The bespectacled man sucked his teeth in frustration as he opened the limo door and closed it. "Damn it." He held his earpiece near his mouth. "Snipers, on hold." Looking down the street, he spotted the manor a few blocks away and began walking.

"That bastard better not be up to anything foolish."

"There's my baby," Mei said as he sat across from Eijun. "Where have you been? You missed the opening credits."

Eijun looked around, pretending to search for where the voice was coming from. "Is there someone talking to me? That's strange." He shrugged and took a sip of his wine.

Mei sweat-dropped. "You're so mean. But that's what I love about you, Ei-chan."

The brunette slammed his glass against the table and glared at the male across from him. "I warned you, Narumiya. Do not call me that."

"Back to last name basis already? So feisty."

"I'll take that as an insult." He yawned, covering his mouth.

"You're stunning."

Eijun interlaced his fingers. "Hey. Just what do you want from me? Can't you see I want to be away from you right now?"

Mei rose a brow, intrigued. "Away from me? Why? You're so sexy I can't take my eyes off you."

The genius sighed. "I broke up with you for a reason, Narumiya. Stop loving me already."

"Eh? My heart still aches for you, Ei-chan. So does my cock."

"There you go again with that name. Stop."

Mei stood and made his way to the brunette. He held his face with one hand and smirked. "I'm not letting you leave this time, Sawamura Eijun."

Eijun frowned uncomfortably, averting his eyes to the crowd. "Get your hands off of me. I don't like you." 'Oh, my God… where's Hitman-san? Where is he? I thought he'd be here by now…'

"Not even a little bit?"

"Nope." He yawned again.

"Then why are you here at this party?"

"Can't I have fun once in a while?"

The blonde forcefully pulled his ex-boyfriend's face toward him. "Fun? Alright. You're gonna have fun with me." Without permission, Mei yanked Eijun's arm and dragged him along.

The brunette fought back by pulling and tugging, but it was futile. "Let go of me! Narumiya, I'm not playing around with you!"

Making sure no one was watching, Mei entered the empty men's bathroom and shoved Eijun against the wall. "You can't escape."

Meanwhile, Miyuki showed his ID to the guards and entered the manor. "Finally, I'm here. Now, where is he?" Swiftly maneuvering through the crowds of people, he sought for the brunette he was targeting. Checking each table, he turned up empty handed. "Did he already leave?" He glanced at his watch. "It is late but it's highly unlikely."

Walking around, the bespectacled man spotted a table near the back and smirked. "Sneaky bitch. He thought he could hide from me."

Arriving at the back, Miyuki's mouth dropped as he realized one was there except for an overturned chair and wine spilled all over the table. "What happened here?" he asked no one in particular. Fumbling on the floor he found a black purse. He put it to his nose and sniffed it. "Smells like perfume."

Opening it, the hitman's eyes widened. He pulled out an ID. "Sawamura! So that asshole is here! But where did he go…"

Suddenly, something shiny caught his eye. He walked forward and found an earring. He crouched down and picked it up. "The hook is the bent like someone was trying to yank it off. Is this his?" Standing up, Miyuki continued to walk straight ahead until he found another earring. Looking up he was face to face with the men's bathroom. 'Here? That cross-dresser is seriously–'

His trail of thought disappeared as he heard a muffled scream of protest. Taking out his gun, Miyuki stormed into the bathroom.

He gasped.

Pinned to the wall, Eijun shook his head in protest as Mei covered his mouth and kissed him along the neck, stroking his hand up his thigh. "You're as sexy as ever, Ei-chan."

"Ah… l-let go… MEI!" 'Hitman-san, wherever you are… please… help me…'

Miyuki felt his heart sink. He bit his lip in anger as he charged forward and grabbed the blonde, knocking him to the ground. "GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF OF HIM!"

Eijun fell and gasped for air, his chest heaving. "H-Hitman-san!"

Mei frowned. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing? Can't you see that this is a private bathroom?"

Miyuki held onto his collar as tightly as he could, his eyes radiating with rage. His voice turned raspy, his face scrunched up. "You… just who the fuck do you think you are to hurt my precious target like that?!"