Chapter 15: Fuck A Fake Friend, Where're Your Real Friends At?

Kizunari gawked as she entered Eijun's house, her eyes wide with awe. "It's so big!"

Eijun nodded, rolling in her suitcases. He set them against the shoe shelf and sighed. "It ain't nothing much. Are you hungry or anything?"

"Mhm!"

Chris suddenly appeared on the top of the second floor staircase. "Oh, Eijun–"

Kizunari whipped her head around and stared at him, silently screaming at the sight of Chris solely in a towel that was loose around his waist, body glistening with water.

Eijun blushed violently, immediately covering his daughter's eyes. "Chris!" he shouted. "Can you please be a little more considerate?! There are children in the building!"

Chris stood there for a while then slowly backed up into Eijun's bedroom with an embarrassed look on his face. "Let's pretend I was never… here."

Kizunari removed Eijun's hand from his face. "Mommy, you have a nice boyfriend."

The brunette hit her on the head, growling. "Shut it! And no, that's not my boyfriend! Don't ever say that word again!"

"Yes~"

After eating and putting Kizunari to bed, Eijun and Chris sat down in the living room. Lights off and television on, the two of them enjoyed a chilled bottle of wine.

Chris licked his lips as he swallowed. "So," he began. "That's really your daughter?"

Eijun scoffed, crossing his legs over the male's lap. "Yep. She's my everything. I had to bring her back home."

"Why?"

"She was lonely without me being in her life for a couple years. I couldn't handle that thought, so I went to the orphanage and picked her up. Good thing the paparazzi didn't make it there."

Chris refilled his glass and set his eyes on the cartoon that was playing on the television. "I'm confused as to why you'd give birth to a child that was the result of–"

"I'm gonna stop you right there," the brunette interjected, his hold on his glass tightening. "I don't like talking about that moment in my life. Let's just say that I had no choice. It was hard, but I did it. Is that enough?"

Chris nodded absentmindedly. "Sure." He set down his glass and looked at Eijun. "Let me help you take care of her."

"Excuse you? What are you talking about?"

"She doesn't know who her father is, right? I want to… set an example for her. You're probably going to be busy cleaning up some mess with the media and rumors, so… I can help."

Eijun studied him long and hard, rolling his tongue around his mouth. "You better not play me, boy."

"I would never."

"This is what I get for letting exes stick around too long. They get too comfortable and try to worm their way back into your life. You're doing too much, Chris."

The business man sweat-dropped, his heart sinking. "Alright, that kind of hurt. Fine then, I'll take my offer back–"

"Nah, nah, it's good!" Eijun downed his entire glass and wiped his lips, grinning into his sleeve. "When do you start?"

Chris reached into his folder that laid on the table and pulled out several papers. "As soon as we finally look over the stocks of your companies, damnit."

"Ugh, you're still on that? Fuck!"

Ryosuke smirked as he dragged Haruichi's dead body alongside him, his socks getting soggy by the slush and wet dirt underneath him. "We're almost there, Haruichi. You've been so quiet lately. Are you dead or something?"

No response. As expected.

A minute later, the pinkette was in front of a giant lake surrounded by rocks and grass. He sighed. "We're here. It's time to say goodbye, brother I never liked." Hoisting Haruichi into his arms, he whispered in his ear and then tossed him into the lake. An eruptive splash occurred, water briefly flying into the air. There was silence as Haruichi sunk under, ripples disappearing from the surface.

Ryosuke clapped his hands. "Great. Now, I can–"

BANG! BANG!

Mouth wide open, the pinkette looked down at his chest. Two bloody holes stained his white shirt, smoke protruding from them. He felt his body instantly become of swarm of burning hot and freezing cold, blood oozing out of his mouth. "What… the…" Knees buckling, he dropped to the ground, taking in his sudden last breath. "W-Who…"

Behind him, Furuya exhaled roughly as he lowered his gun, sweat beading on his forehead. 'I always come prepared,' he thought. 'You can never go wrong with a bullet proof vest, some food coloring, paint and water. I didn't think he would kill Haruichi, though. That's strange.'

Confirming that Ryosuke was officially dead, he discarded his gun in the lake and walked away, placing his hood over his head.

"It was you who did it, right?"

Miyuki held in the urge to laugh as he was trailed by Kuramochi, a lightness in his gait. "I have absolutely no idea what you're assuming."

Kuramochi growled. "You're the one who exposed Sawamura, right?"

"What? Ha, how am I even a suspect?"

"You loved him and he dragged you down."

Intrigued, Miyuki slowly came to a halt and turned around, biting his bottom lip. He bore into Kuramochi's eyes, the shine in his pupils enhanced by his lenses. "What the heck does that have to do with anything?"

Kuramochi placed a hand on his hip, lips curved. "So I was correct, you little piece of shit. The entire time you've been deceiving me with your ignorant lies while you've been fooling around with that bastard. You guys probably had sex, huh? Tossing and turning in bed at night and eliciting some loud ass noises while I was here thinking. Thinking and planning my ass off. You took my lack of forcefulness for granted and used that time to get close to that cross-dressing skank. How can you even put your dick in that? You might've contracted an STD or something."

Miyuki lowered his head, grinding his teeth. "What the hell do you know–"

"Oi, who the hell do you think you're talking to like that? Don't make me smack you back to your dead mom!"

"What the hell would you know?! Besides… you told me that Eijun's graduation was coming up and that that's my chance to kill him. Isn't that enough? Damn, you're always taking things too far."

Kuramochi stared at the bespectacled male incredulously, his brows raised. "Too far? Are you kidding me? That's all you can say? Not even a fucking apology? You really get me tight sometimes, always doing whatever the hell you please just 'cause I'm not babysitting your ass all day. Your attitude is too fucking unreal, my bro."

The hitman stood on the balls of his feet, clucking his tongue. "Even though, I still get the job done, don't I? I just had a different approach for this special mission."

"Yeah, sure. You can go fuck yourself. I really never want to imagine Sawamura sucking your dick and making you come ever again."

"Who told you to imagine that in the first place?"

"Matter of fact… do go fuck yourself. If that motherfucking money snatching, dick sucking, ass twerking, no boobs having ass whore isn't dead by the end of his graduation, I'm gonna go hard. Think I'm playing? Watch me." Kuramochi jabbed at Miyuki's chest with his index finger, clearly expressing his displeasure through the force he applied to his finger. With that he marched in the direction of his office, exhaling harshly. 'Now I gotta call Ryo-san to see if we can hang out a little tonight. Where is he, anyway?'

Miyuki chuckled, fiddling with his tie. "All this pressure and sweat… am I getting turned on by this? Well, let's see where this goes."