This story is not gonna be too long, just because I have like so many stories I really wanna write. This will be at least 15 chapters with an AWESOME plot twist. Stay tuned~~

Chapter 8: Give 'em the Old Razzle Dazzle

"Sawamura-san, you have a meeting today—"

"I'm freaking busy, Harucchi. Come back later."

"B-But this meeting might bring in big bucks—"

Eijun slammed his pencil on his desk, exhaling sharply. "What did I just say? Can't you see me studying? I don't care about no damn meeting. Leave me alone."

Haruichi nodded as he slowly walked out, closing the door.

Sighing, Eijun turned back to his books, struggling to find a solution to a certain problem. "The variable x is being applied to the expression 5 radical 6. What is the solution when variable x is multiplied by variable y and divided by 5 radical 6?" he repeated over and over again, his hand on his chin. He racked his brain for an answer, but he came up with nothing. "Damn it!" he cursed. Frustrated, he violently shoved all of his textbooks to the floor, kicking them on their way down.

The brunette got up from his chair, pacing around his room in an attempt to calm himself down. 'It's ok… it's ok… who said this was gonna be easy? Wait a minute, I did. I'm supposed to do everything and know everything. That's what I was born to do… be the smartest person in the world… why is a measly math problem stopping me? I'm smarter than anyone else… no one can stop me… my family wants me to be the best… I can't stop here. No. That's not right. That's not what these people want. They want to see me suffer… crumble under the pressure… watch me fall… that's what they want. I'm not the one pushing myself too hard. It's them. They're making me do this. Pieces of shit…'

Eijun slowly lowered his eyes to stare at his bare arms. There they were, hanging by his sides. He always covered them in public with gloves. They couldn't be seen by anyone. Anyone. He raised them to his face, a deranged look on his face.

Cuts. Scars. Slits. Covered in dried blood.

Some fresh, some old and fading.

Some large, some small.

It was the only thing he could do to relieve his depression, including consuming antidepressants.

Running to his drawer, Eijun reached for an unused blade and sat on the edge of his bed. With a sick smile, he teasingly traced the blade across his skin, imitating an elegant dance. A white line trailed after it. "FUCK!" Suddenly annoyed, he created a sharp slash that ran deep. He laughed dryly as blood endlessly dripped from his arm and onto the carpet, forming a red stain. He cut and cut again until his arm was as red as the Devil. He tossed the blade aside and stared at himself in the mirror. "Look at what they've done to me. I'm a monster. Hmm… everyone can go to Hell. Harucchi! Come clean this shit up. It seems I've changed my m-mind about this meeting or whatever."

"C'mon, c'mon! Where he at?!"

"Can you hold your horses? Apparently he's not out yet."

"I can't wait to finish him off once and for all. I've been waiting for this moment for ages."

"Hopefully you won't screw up."

"Me? Screw up? You're crazy."

"He's smart, I'm telling you. But not too smart. He can't handle the pressure."

"Oh, really now?" the person licked his lips. "Even better."

Meanwhile, Eijun and Haruichi exited a building.

"You know what," Eijun began, "That meeting wasn't half bad. Looks like I got me some more money in my pocket after all."

Haruichi smiled. "That's good to hear."

"Look, I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier. You knew I was in one of my… episodes and I couldn't respond well."

"It's fine, really. I understand what you're going through. I can't help you personally, but– GET DOWN!" The pinkette warned mid-sentence as he sensed something nearing. He pulled his master to the ground and crouched in front of him. "This is some really bad timing~"

A male smirked from the comfort of his own home. "Raichi, give 'em the old razzle dazzle."

"Aye, aye, Sanada-captain!" Flying down from the top of a tree, Todoroki Raichi landed in front of Haruichi, laughing. "Sawamura, you're mine!"

Haruichi gritted his teeth. "Sawamura-san, allow me to handle him. You're in no condition to fight."

"Gotcha!" Eijun shouted as he threw a smoke bomb from his purse and escaped.

As the smoke cleared, Haruichi loosened his bonnet, revealing one of his dangerous, pink eyes. "Now then… if you wanna get to Sawamura-san, you're gonna have to go through me first. Step up."

Raichi laughed again, readying his stance. "Kahaha! My main course is getting away, but I suppose an entree won't hurt!"

Kuramochi stacked his final pile of papers and sighed in relief, his hands at his sides. "Finally, I'm done."

Ryosuke appeared behind him. "Looks like someone's had a rough day," he said, startling the male.

Kuramochi turned around, nodding. "I have to study tons of people so Miyuki can silence them for me."

"Speaking of Miyuki, has he assassinated that cross-dresser Sawamura yet?"

"Matter of fact, he didn't do jack shit! He's still wandering around this world, stealing people's money and being smart! What's taking Miyuki so long?"

"Ya called my name?" a voice said. Miyuki walked in, playing with the buttons on his blazer.

The green haired male stormed up to him and slammed him against the wall, infuriated. "You're fucking up to something," he growled.

The bespectacled man raised his hands in defense, a troubled smile on his face. "Heh? What happened? Are you mad at me?"

"Oh, that's real funny. Real fucking funny. You kill everyone that I assign you except that damn Sawamura. Why the fuck are you stalling?"

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you're talking about—"

"Miyuki fucking Kazuya, do not play these games. You won't win. It's been like a month since I wanted him dead but he's still alive. I seriously don't want him around any longer."

"You said I could take my time killing him. So I am."

"Don't tell me you've been fucking around with him."

Miyuki's eyes lit up, his lips curling. "Now why would I do that?" he asked, intrigued. "That's outrageous. I would never sleep with a target. Even if I did… my feelings would have to be really deep. I don't even know Sawamura like that." He looked at Kuramochi's hand on his collar. He grabbed it tightly. "So I suggest you get your fucking hand off me and let me do my job. I promise to silence him."

Kuramochi frowned. "In a week. Or else we're cutting ties. I mean it."

Turning around, Miyuki hesitantly nodded. "… Understood." 'Wow… this is gonna be harder than I thought.'

Ryosuke smirked as the hitman walked away. 'Ooh, if only I could tell Youichi what he's been up to…'

Eijun panted as he hid behind a mail box, sweat beading his forehead. His feet were killing him from running in heels, but that was the least of his worries. Underneath his gloves, the cuts he made earlier were taking effect, itching crazily. He rubbed his legs together to minimize the pain but it was futile. 'Crap… I need to get out of here… but I can't leave Haruichi alone…'

Meanwhile, Haruichi shouted as Raichi tossed him to a rooftop, his body skidding across the surface. He swiftly got to his feet and raised his fists. "Now you really made me mad, Todoroki Raichi."

Raichi landed a few feet away from him, laughing. "Kahaha! That's nice, Kominato Haruichi. You're lucky that I don't know where Sawamura is, or else he would've been dead already."

"My master is a smart person. He won't be killed by the likes of you."

"What makes you so sure?"

"Because I'm here to protect him, that's why!" Yelling, the pinkette raced towards the latter, his fist outstretched.

Evading the punch, Raichi swerved to the left and aimed a kick at Haruichi's head. Haruichi ducked downward by a hair. Scanning the position of Raichi's other leg, he leaned forward and performed a flawless sweep kick, his black dress fluttering in the wind.

Raichi fell to the floor with a yelp and grimaced as Haruichi stepped on his back, grinding his foot into his bones. "You're not half bad, Kominato. But you could do better!"

The pinkette gasped as Raichi overpowered him and grabbed him by the ankle. His vision blurred as he was whirled around in the air.

CRASH!

Haruichi screamed as he crashed into a building, coughing up saliva and blood. He took a deep breath, feeling blood run down the sides of his face. 'Alright,' he thought, perturbed. 'No one does that to me, and I mean no one. So if you wanna play dirty… say goodbye to cute Haruichi.' Reaching into his apron, he pulled out a pair of brass knuckles with spikes, donning them. A few seconds passed and they crackled with electricity, giving off yellow sparks.

"Haruo's coming to town, bitch."