Chapter 12: Fuck You, Man

"Where are they, where are they, where are they, where are they, where are they?!" Eijun demanded to no one in particular. He kicked over the glass table, his chairs and sofas, the television stand, ravaged inside all of his cabinets, shelves, and closets, but he still couldn't find them.

Panicking, the brunette ran his hands over his face and cried in despair. He flipped his entire mansion upside down and inside out, but they were nowhere to be found. He didn't know where else to look.

At a complete loss, Eijun sat down in the middle of his living room and racked his brain for anyone who could've stolen his most sacred possession. 'Who would even know where I hid them… I told n-no one about it, anyway. I don't think someone has that much of a grudge to do this to me…'

Suddenly, the mastermind's face contorted in pure anger as a possible suspect popped up in his head. "THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE!" Springing up from the floor, he rushed into the bathroom to prepare himself for what was about to go down.

Haruichi got on his knees, placing a glass dome in front of him. He pushed it forward and bowed. "I brought what you wished for," he deadpanned.

Furuya nodded, picking up the dome. "Thanks for your hard work. Go to sleep now. I'll reward you later." With that, he brushed some of the pinkette's hair aside and pulled out the microchip from his neck, instantly knocking his boyfriend out.

The raven haired male dialed a number on his phone. "Why do you take so long to answer? I have it. I want the money upfront. I dislike checks."

Kuramochi sighed as he scanned the layout of a building on his laptop. He glanced at the blueprint version of it on his desk, then looked back at the screen. "I think I should change the angle at which I place the sniper on the roof. From the original position, it looks kinda obvious." Clicking his pen, he scribbled over a mark on the blueprint and wrote over it. "Good. Now it's Bush's turn–"

SHATTER!

The green haired male jumped in shock as the sound of glass breaking filled his office. Whipping his head to the side, he was met with the sight of Eijun dramatically jumping through the window, one leg extended outward. He landed on the carpet on two feet and glared at the male before him. "Where the hell are they?!"

It took a while for Kuramochi to gather his thoughts. "You… you just destroyed my fucking window!"

"Fuck your window! You can install a new one!"

"Why the hell are you here?!"

"Where are they?!"

"What are you talking about?!"

"I ain't playing yo games, damnit!"

"Wait, why are we yelling?!"

"'Cause I started it! I know you took them!"

Kuramochi pulled out a pistol from his drawer. He effortlessly loaded it and pointed it at the brunette. "Listen. You know damn well I want you dead, so you better calm the fuck down before I personally end your life."

"That ain't even your job!"

"I know, but that's not gonna stop me from blasting a bullet through your brain."

Eijun dug in his purse for his own gun and strapped it to his legging. "T-Then it's only fair if I have mine out too! As I was saying, where are they?!"

Kuramochi shrugged. "Just what are you talking about?"

"You know what I'm talking about! You broke into my house and took them!"

"I didn't even step outside my office today! Besides, why would I take something from you? I'm only interested in your dead body, not something stupid."

"They're not stupid!" the cross-dresser shouted. "I protect them with my life! If someone takes them, it's the same as committing suicide!" He looked up at his enemy with sincere eyes. "Are you sure you don't have them?"

The green haired male gave him a reassuring look. "Pretty sure I don't. Otherwise, I wouldn't be this confused."

The brunette's shoulders dropped. His heart was aching painfully and he was certain it wouldn't stop anytime soon. He didn't have any other leads to his dilemma. Calling Chris seemed like a great idea, but he wanted to solve this on his own. It was his fault for not being clever enough to set more traps, more alarms, more everything. He was willing to pay the price for his blunder.

"So you're just standing there, knowing that I can shoot you any second?" Kuramochi teased, putting his finger on the trigger. "That's not a very wise choice for a smart chick."

"I've had enough. You can kill me, but not now. After my graduation, that'll be a good time to finish me off."

"Wait, you're still in school? Aren't you a genius?"

"That doesn't mean I can skip classes. It's at the end of this week at La Plaza."

"What makes you think I'll agree to that?"

"My dead body will be sprawled out in front of everyone to see. The entire world would know, meaning more stacks for you."

The older male sneered, his cheeks rising in amusement. "Hyahaha! You've got yourself a fucking deal! Leave before I do it right now!"

Miyuki whistled a calming tune as he sat in the back of a taxi, his elbow resting along the window. His fingers trembled in excitement; he couldn't wait to examine the thing he just collected from his accomplice. It laid next to him, strapped in a seatbelt.

"Oh, here's fine," he said to the driver. As the taxi pulled over in front of Kuramochi's lair, he dished out some cash from his wallet and handed it to him. "Have a good night."

After unstrapping his new possession, the bespectacled male stepped out of the vehicle and was on his way to the large building until he saw someone curled up adjacent to the entrance. A pair of black heels with white laces stood out. Legs covered in black leggings. A black miniskirt accompanied by a white shirt with graphic designs.

Walking up to the person, he chuckled. "Ah, look what we have here," he mused. "Why the long face?"

Eijun's ears twitched. He didn't care about his tear-stained face at the moment. It was the voice he didn't want to hear. Slowly raising his head, he made contact with Miyuki's smirk. "Ain't seen your ass in a while," he said, getting up from the ground. He brushed the bottom of his skirt and set his purse on his shoulder.

Miyuki took a step forward. "Someone's been crying. Are you sad that I didn't run after you on that day?"

"Ha, that's funny. I've learned not to stick around people who don't appreciate me. I don't like you anymore."

"I was actually starting to catch feelings, but after that argument I just gave up. There's no point in sticking with a person who won't even listen to what you have to say."

The brunette shifted his weight onto his right leg. "Looks like we're on the same page."

The hitman readjusted his glasses, the lenses glinting in the moonlight. "I have a question. Have you been searching for something lately?"

The mastermind's throat automatically turned dry. "What are you…" His eyes inevitably trailed down to Miyuki's arm. In the crook of his elbow was a glass dome.

His blood ran cold.

His purse dropped to his feet.

"Hey… why do you have that?"

Miyuki's smirk widened. 'Jackpot.' "Oh, this? I found it."

Eijun balled up his fists, his fingernails digging into the palm of his gloves. "So you're the one who took it?! Why would you do that?! How did you know about it?!"

The bespectacled male shrugged. "That isn't something you should be worried about, little girl. You have no idea what I'm going to do with this."

"I don't think you understand how important those are to me, bitch. Like, if even one of those gets out to the public, I'm dead."

"It's top secret information? Wow, thanks for letting me know because I actually had no idea what this dome encased."

"Then why would you take it?"

"I simply asked someone to give me your most valuable item and they provided me with this."

"Who is this person? I'm one hundred percent sure only I knew about them." 'Not even Chris or Harucchi know.'

Miyuki began to twist the knob to the glass dome. "Enough chatting. Let's see what you've been hiding from the world, shall we?"

"No!" Eijun stretched out his leg to sweep kick Miyuki, but the latter swiftly evaded it. "Whoops, no touching~" Grabbing the brunette by the hair, he pulled him down and viciously kneed him in the stomach with brute force. The gun on his leg skidded away.

Eijun's breath hitched as he keeled over in pain, coughing up saliva. His attempt to stand failed when the hitman's foot shoved him on his back, the sole of his shoe grinding against his chest. 'Fuck… I'm stuck.'

Miyuki took pleasure in the cross-dresser's look of defeat as he removed the cover of the glass dome and retrieved a stack of files from within. "Sawamura Eijun," he read on the cover. "The following files are to be kept away from the public eye. The presence of these files should only be known to you. If someday these files are released or leaked by an unknown source, you will be held accountable and will have to explain your actions to the media and press. Thank you for your cooperation." Scoffing, he flipped to the very first page and analyzed it.

His eyes dilated in surprise. "Wow… this really is something no one should know. Imagine the frenzy that would occur if my finger slipped and exposed this on the internet."

The brunette whined, the weight of the latter's foot crushing him. "S-Stop."

The bespectacled male continued reading, flipping through multiple files. "Sawamura Eijun. Sold his body at the age of ten to obtain money to escape from his parents."

"Stop…"

"Overdosed on depression and anxiety pills at the age of twenty. Was found temporarily dead on the staircase in his mansion. Clinically revived two hours later."

"Stop…"

"Was injected with a brain serum to increase level of knowledge intake at the age of nineteen. Doctors have been paid to keep quiet about the operation. No negative after effects of the serum have been detected."

"Don't read anymore…"

Miyuki froze at a certain file. Bewildered, he scanned the words again before confirming that he wasn't seeing things.

"Sawamura Eijun. Conceived a child at the age of fourteen, delivered a daughter at fifteen. Pregnancy was the result of a rape case that has yet to be solved."

Eijun slowly shook his head, a fresh batch of warm tears strolling down his cheeks. "Damn it…"