Chapter 7: Who Do You Love?

The next day…

Haruichi drove around a corner and swiftly parked in front of a huge glass building, shutting off the engine. He checked the rear view and side view mirrors before nodding. "The coast is clear."

In the backseat, Eijun put on a pair of shades and a black sunhat. He grabbed his purse as he opened the car door. "I won't be too long. Wait in here." He stepped out and shut the door, turning to stare at the building before him. Dressed in a white fringe top, black ripped jeans and black pumps, he made his way inside, pushing past the security guards. "Outta my way."

Reaching the 15th floor, Eijun exited the elevator and headed down a hallway which led to a glass surrounded meeting room. A certain man was holding a meeting at the moment, pointing at a graph on the screen.

Eijun rolled his eyes. "Seriously?" Not giving a damn, he banged on the glass loudly, grabbing everyone's attention. "Hey! Don't pretend I ain't here, damn it!"

The man presenting paused mid-sentence, his eyes slightly widening. 'Dear God, why is he here?' he thought. He turned back to the conference table. "Take ten, guys. Everyone out."

Eijun shoved past everyone as they left, locked the door and slammed his purse on the table, an annoyed look on his face. "Look at you," he spat. "Being all boss and stuff. Thinking you got the money. How's this company working out for you, Chris?"

Takigawa Chris Yuu pressed a button on a remote, tinting the glass windows black. "I didn't think you'd plan a surprise visit. I was busy, if you could tell."

The brunette sat on the table, waving his hand. "Listen, listen. I didn't come here for small talk, Chris. I wanna know why you're worried about sweet cheeks."

"Excuse me?"

"I mean Miyuki Kazuya."

"The one you slept with last night?"

"No shit."

Chris sighed, running his fingers through his neatly combed hair. "I'm warning you, Eijun. He's not a person to open your legs so invitingly to."

Eijun rolled his eyes in disbelief. "Who are you to tell me what to do with my legs? Do they belong to you?"

Chris walked up to him and held his chin delicately, tracing a hickey that was on his neck with his finger. "I don't think it'll be wise of you to bring that up," he whispered in his ear teasingly. "After all, I've been between those nice legs before. I've explored every single inch of your body unlike anyone else and you know that. Don't think I won't hesitate to use that against you."

The brunette scoffed. "I knew it. You still love me."

"Hm. Who wouldn't? Anyway, as I was saying, you need to be careful around that Miyuki character. I've seen him in action before and he's a worthy opponent. Knowing that he's running under Kuramochi, he must've had years of extensive training before becoming a hitman."

The mastermind smiled. "That's not helping. You're making me like him even more. What makes you think he's really out to kill me?"

"Think about it. Getting into a relationship with a target is a hitman's priority. Next is to finish him off when they're close enough to you. Don't you feel… anxious around him?"

Eijun shook his head. "Hell no. I feel totally comfortable. Stop being jealous, Chris. It won't do you any good."

"Jealous, you say? I'm just looking out for you. I'm your secret manager, did you forget?"

The younger male clicked his tongue, crossing his legs. "Ah, pshh! Who cares about authority these days? I'll take your advice, but I won't stop hanging around him."

"Why's that?" Chris asked, pouring himself a glass of champagne.

"… The dick is too good. I ain't letting go of that anytime soon."

"Funny. Very funny, considering how I still have the voice recording of you calling me senpai in bed—"

"Shut it! Shut it, shut it! I stopped calling you Chris-senpai for a reason. The shit brought back hella memories." Eijun glanced at his watch. "I'd love to stay and chat, but I have to get back to business, so I'll catch you later."

Getting up to leave, Chris caught him by the arm and pulled him close. "W-What now?!"

Chris narrowed his brows. "Are you taking care of your arms? How are they?"

Eijun's eyes dilated. His heart suddenly raced as he bit down on his bottom lip. "I'm… I'm sorry."

"You need help."

"I d-don't. I'm fine…"

"Does Miyuki know?"

"He didn't notice, so I don't t-think so."

"Eijun… doing that is dangerous for you. The pills too. Don't you understand?"

The brunette clenched Chris' arm, his eyes wandering mindlessly. "You know I can't stop. How hard do you think I'm trying to save myself? It's killing me."

The older man nodded. He held onto the young mastermind tighter, sighing. He inhaled his sweet and spicy scent, memories replaying in his head. Even though they weren't together anymore, Eijun was very important to him. He was irreplaceable. He always wanted him to stay safe and on track, but it was difficult. Eijun was faster at moving on than he was. "It'll be alright," he whispered finally. "The struggles you have right now will all be over soon."

Eijun rose a brow. "What you talking 'bout?"

"Ha, I'm not sure. I just feel like… you'll be able to be content for the first time in your life soon."

"…"

"Just make sure no one finds out about your arms and you'll be safe. For now. The press is getting nosy these days." Chris slowly let go of the latter and, on a whim, planted a soft kiss on his lips.

The cross-dresser gasped. The kiss was only for a second, but it was so sudden he couldn't comprehend what happened… even though he felt like he really needed it. He smiled bitterly and snatched his purse. "It was n-nice seeing you, Chris. But next time don't do that again or else I'll aim for your balls."

"I wouldn't mind—"

"With my heels."

"Never mind, then."

Eijun waved his purse in the air as he left. "Hasta luego."

Chris stared after him, shaking his head as he took a sip of his champagne. "That behind is a nice work of art, I must say."

Upon leaving the building, Eijun cursed out loud when he saw Miyuki leaning against the car. "It just had to be you of all people, right? Great timing!"

Miyuki grinned cheekily. "I'm loving the sarcasm in your voice~"

"Shut up!" 'I'm being honest.'

The bespectacled man rolled his eyes playfully. "So in your mind, you think it's alright to not give me a call? Even after we had sex?"

"Only a day has passed! Mou!"

"I missed you the second I stepped out of your house."

Eijun blushed lightly. "N-Nonsense." He made his way to the car and opened the door, the both of them sitting next to each other. "So why are you here?"

The hitman shrugged. "I just felt like seeing you." He leaned in close. "Between you and me, I'm supposed to be on a mission but I escaped."

"I-Idiot! Why would you do that?!"

"Cause of you, duh."

The brunette folded his arms. "It's too hot for this; stop flattering me."

Completely ignoring him, Miyuki placed his hand on Eijun's thigh and rubbed it slowly, a smug look on his face.

The latter was tempted but he wasn't in the mood after what happened between him and Chris. He shut his eyes, sighing. "Sweet cheeks, not now. I'm really… kinda stressed out. I wanna go home and sleep."

"Are you sure?"

"Y-Yes. I'm tired."

Haruichi, who was extremely glad things didn't escalate behind him, started the engine, reversed the car and rode back in the direction they came from.

On the way, Miyuki recalled something important. 'Eijun came out of that glass building… Chris-san? No, that's impossible. Wait, everything is possible. What was he doing there? When he came out, his eyes were red. Was he crying?' The never ending chain of thoughts made his head ache. It was strange, but he genuinely loved Eijun. No strings attached. He didn't care if his ultimate objective was to kill him. He wanted to be by his side as long as possible, until it was really time to let go.

Miyuki wished that day would never come, even though it was inevitable. As a hitman.

It was his duty.