Just a chapter to settle down with. Hmm, I have an idea for a horror story with Miyuki haunting the entire team but pretending to be innocent… how does that sound? Anyhow, onward!

Chapter 5: I'm So Wavy, I'm So Wavy

Miyuki took a deep breath as the door to the helicopter slid open. He adjusted his sports glasses and walked near the edge. His clothes rippled fiercely in the wind, almost causing him to fall back. Staring at the land below him, he spoke into his earpiece. "Yo, Youichi. I'm pretty up high."

"Obviously," Kuramochi responded. "Remember what I said. Don't be afraid, jump down, deploy the parachute and land where you're supposed to. Got that?"

"Roger." The bespectacled man took another deep breath as he looked down again. "I sure am high up." Turning around, he gave Ryosuke a thumbs up and the pinkette nodded. Taking that as a signal, Miyuki counted to three and jumped off the helicopter, wind flying into his face. He shouted as gravity forced him down. He spread his arms and legs, eyes narrowing at his destination.

After a few minutes he deployed his parachute and was slowly brought down to the top of a tower.

The hitman removed his flying gear and kneeled down, taking out a sniper rifle. He positioned it at a certain building where a certain man was delivering a speech. Miyuki rolled his eyes as he focused on him, his lips curling into a sneer. "Fuck this guy," he said, putting a finger on the trigger.

Meanwhile, Donald Trump tapped his finger on the podium repeatedly. "I will make America a better place," he said. "Please vote for me or else I will—"

"Deport Mexicans. Yeah, yeah, we know," Miyuki said in English to himself, smirking. He pulled the trigger. "See you later."

BANG!

Everyone below him screamed and scattered in fear as Donald fell to the ground motionless, blood leaking from his forehead.

"Oh, my God!"

"He's been assassinated!"

"Run away!"

"Ah!"

Miyuki cracked his neck, standing up. "Back to Japan, I guess."

13 hours later

Miyuki grinned as Kuramochi tossed him three thick wads of hundred dollar bills. "Thank you for your cooperation," he mused.

Kuramochi rolled his eyes. "Going to America to kill that bastard was easier than killing Sawamura? Seriously? What kind of shit is that?"

The bespectacled man shrugged. "Dunno. At least I did something productive. Be grateful that I'm even working for you."

The green haired male sighed. "Whatever. As I promised, you take your time in murdering that no-boobs having ass woman… man… fuck. You can leave now."

Miyuki nodded, making his way out the door. "Yes, sir."

Eijun rose a brow in amusement as he switched to a news channel. "Heh? Donald Trump assassinated. Tuh, not as if I favored him anyway." He read the information provided below and thought to himself. 'Died in one shot? Imagine if that was my sweet cheeks.'

"It sure was," a voice said.

As a reflex, Eijun reached for the pistol underneath the bed and sharply turned around, his finger on the trigger. "Who the fuck is there— EH?!" His mouth hung in confusion as he realized Miyuki was standing at the doorway. "H-Honey boo? How did you… where did you… Harucchi!"

Haruichi suddenly appeared behind Miyuki, panting. "Sawamura-san, I-I'm sorry! He j-just came out of nowhere and… and…" His voice trailed off as his face turned red.

"And what?" Eijun asked.

The pinkette blushed harder. "Threw me h-halfway across the r-room… while grabbing m-my ass."

The brunette sweat-dropped. "I would like to apologize for that confrontation, Harucchi. You may go."

The maid stifled a growl at Miyuki and left.

Eijun set down his gun and walked towards the hitman. "I wanted you to grab my ass, not his."

The latter chuckled. "He was getting on my nerves so I had no choice."

"How'd you know where I live anyway? It's not everyday I get visitors."

"I'm a hitman for a reason; I'm supposed to know this stuff."

"Why are you here?"

"Can't I say hi?" Miyuki shivered as Eijun's hands roamed around his body from head to toe. A pass over his crotch made him gasp.

"Why would you need to say hi to me? I'm not important." Finishing his check, Eijun stood straight and nodded. "Good, you're weapon free. You can come in."

Relieved, Miyuki removed his shoes and climbed onto his target's bed. He looked around the immense bedroom and snorted. "Use your filthy money more wisely. This room is too big." 'Think of how many positions I can fuck him in around here!'

The cross-dresser sat next to him, flipping from channel to channel. "I told you this before," he said. "I have money but I can't do anything. I don't even know how I got rich. All I do is go to parties, get some dick, and steal money. So boring."

Miyuki frowned. "Hey. Enough with the depressed bullshit, aight? I came here to relax and perhaps fuck you, so stop."

The millionaire whipped his head around. "Fuck me? Ha, as if I'd let you."

"Now why would you say that?"

"Cause I don't like you, baka!"

The hitman smiled. "You sure about that?" Reaching up, he pulled Eijun's head down and looked directly into his caramel eyes, their noses an inch from touching.

Eijun felt his heart race as he stared into Miyuki's charismatic pupils. 'He's so handsome…' But his naughty thoughts were interrupted when the bespectacled man withdrew and cackled mischievously. "See? You do like me! Hahahaha!"

Pouting, Eijun slapped his thigh. "That wasn't funny! Don't mess with a poor girl's feelings!"

"Girl? I thought you were a boy!"

"I am! But I like to think of myself as a girl!"

"Why's that?"

"So I can wear makeup and dresses and…" He yelled as he recognized he was not in his sexy mode. Donned in a gray T-shirt and blue gym shorts with white stripes, he dashed to the mirror. No makeup whatsoever with a heavy dose of bed hair. Just what he wanted his crush to see. "Nooooooooo!" Fumbling for his makeup kit, he struggled to apply some lipstick when a hand grasped his wrist. He looked up. "Hitman-san! Don't look at me! I look like shit, don't I?!"

Miyuki shook his head. "No, you look like Sawamura Eijun. I didn't even notice that you weren't wearing makeup. That's how flawless you are."

A minute later, Eijun smiled widely, stars shining around him. "Heh… that was a confession right there, right? You just confessed to me, right? You thought you were slick, huh? Baka."

Miyuki stood still then thought of the perfect response. His face darkened. "Whoops, my tongue got ahead of me. I lied. You do look like shit. The second I saw you I was like 'Holy crap, I didn't know Voldemort had a Japanese cousin!' I swear my glasses almost cracked. I bet if a Nokia phone dropped on this house right now, you'd look just like the outcome. A DISASTER! Are you some kind of undercover dinosaur cause that's exactly what your dry ass face looks like. The hell wrong with you? No titties having ass bitch. At least you got a fat ass though. You're lucky that I'm gay because I would've lost interest in you a long time ago."

Eijun's jaw hit the ground in disbelief, his body drooping forward. Fake tears dripped down his face. "Sweet cheeks… HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT?! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! UWAAHHHH!" He clung onto the latter's shirt and buried his head in his chest.

Miyuki grinned victoriously. He patted the brunette's hair. "Have you admitted defeat?"

"YES!"

"Do you promise to be yourself around me?"

"YES!"

"Now let me ask you again. Do you love me?"

Eijun's sobs came to a halt. He looked at the floor and gulped, his cheeks burning. "What do I get in return?"

Miyuki's voice turned serious. "Someone who'll be by your side so you can vent to. Someone who'll try to understand your feelings and frustrations."

The cross-dresser looked up. "Are you sure?"

"Why would I lie?"

Eijun tiptoed and grabbed the hitman's cheeks. "Fine. I do love you, baka." He closed his eyes and planted his lips on Miyuki's.

Miyuki pulled Eijun's head closer and wrapped his hand around his waist. He pressed his lips harder, causing the brunette to gasp as he slowly forced his tongue inside his mouth. His tongue examined the entirety of its wet cave and played with Eijun's tongue. The kiss became slower, wetter and hotter as they tilted their heads to fulfill their needs, sucking on each other's lips. Just as Eijun was about to reach for the elder's belt, Miyuki's phone rang.

Miyuki pulled back and smiled apologetically. "Gotta take this." He turned around and picked up his phone.

Eijun sat at the edge of his bed and rolled his eyes. 'What could be more important than having the opportunity to fuck me, damn it? My ass was so prepared for this!'

"I got another mission for you," Kuramochi said.

"Can't this wait?" Miyuki pleaded. "I'm kinda busy."

"Does it sound like I give a fuck? I told you to go to his house so you could tell him why his assassination is on hold. What do you mean, busy? Don't tell me you—"

"Ah, aight, aight! Gotcha! Be right there!" Sighing, he pressed the end call button and faced Eijun. "Hey. Sorry, but I gotta go."

Eijun tapped his finger on his elbow irritatedly. "Hmph. Guess you can't help it anyway. Go. Not like I care."

"Liar~"

"SH-SHUT UP!"

Miyuki walked over to him, ruffled his hair and pushed him onto the bed. "Loser!" He ran out the door.

The brunette scrambled to his feet in an effort to chase after him but as soon as he jumped to the first floor Miyuki was gone. He stomped angrily. "Fuck! Mou~"

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