Chapter 16: Consideration

Eijun's shoulders relaxed as he finally solved a calculus problem from his textbook and closed it, tossing it to the carpet. Sighing, he let his arms dangle at his sides as a plethora of thoughts threaded their way into his mind. 'Graduation is like… two days away… I don't think I can keep my promise to Kuramochi. No, I definitely can't. I gotta take care of my baby and make sure she grows up to be the perfect woman.' He sucked his teeth as Miyuki's face crossed his mind. Oh, how smoothly did the hitman abandoned him like a piece of debris.

The brunette reminisced about the first time they met at the party, all glamoured up and secretive. The way their eyes made contact and how it sent shivers through his body. It was Miyuki's ferocious hazel brown eyes and seductive glare that made him fall head over heels for him. What a sucker he was about love.

The hitman completely had him fooled, posing as a person who would be there for him in his darkest moments and all that bullshit. In the end, he was just a toy that was discarded because of a fucking mission.

Eijun scoffed, licking his lips. "That sly bastard," he said, staring at the calendar hanging up on the wall. "You ain't gonna kill me at my graduation. I'll make sure of that. Fuck that promise, Kuramochi."

Chris inhaled as Kizunari looked at him with wide eyes. "Hello there."

Kizunari smiled into her cup of orange soda. "Are you sure you're not mommy's boyfriend? I heard… noises last night."

Chris coughed uncomfortably, a bead of sweat gliding down his neck. "That's not s-something you should be worried about at your age. Anyway, my name is Takigawa Chris Yuu, but you can call me Chris from now on. For the time being, I'll be some sort of… father to you."

Kizunari beamed. "Really?! You'll be my dad?!"

"Yes. Is there anything–"

Slipping out of her chair, the younger Sawamura ran to Chris' side of the table and hugged his waist, laughing. "Yay, I have a dad now! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Chris rubbed her back, a small smile spreading across his face. "I just don't want to see Eijun struggle more than he already is. Even though I'm nothing special to him."

Furuya lowered his eyes as he spotted Miyuki approaching him. With nowhere to run, he planted his feet firmly on the concrete, hoodie covering the upper half of his face.

Miyuki grinned as he stood in front of the raven haired male. "We meet again."

"You only paid me half of what you offered. I don't operate like that."

The bespectacled male fumbled in his pocket and handed the latter an envelope. "Here, here, greedy pig. I didn't forget."

Furuya inspected the envelope and felt a sense of accomplishment upon seeing the remaining amounts of cash within it. He eyed Miyuki, studying the small movements he made with his eyebrows. "I believe business is done," he deadpanned, tugging on his hood. "I have a question that needs to be answered. Why did you expose Sawamura?"

The hitman took a step forward, gritting his teeth. "I wanted to give him a wake up call to know not to fuck with me. Let's just say we had a little scuffle and I decided to take things into my own hands."

Furuya rose a brow. "Even so, releasing all that private information seemed pretty harsh."

"Says the one who helped me accomplish it."

"I didn't think you'd put it to use in such an emotionally scarring way. Just how low can you go?"

Miyuki ran a hand through his hair as he walked past the raven haired male, his shoulder brushing against him. "I don't care about things like morals or restraints or integrity. I do whatever the hell I want, when I want and how I want. There's no one to hold me back or make me second guess my actions. I enjoy life watching others who were once special to me suffer. Suffer so badly until I put my finger on the trigger and finish them off silently. Without a trace." 'Eijun… you're finished. I'm not letting you escape and fool me like those other times.'

'The number, 347-665-4790, is not available. To hang up, please press one or leave a message at the tone.'

Kuramochi sucked his teeth as he removed his phone from his ear, pressing the red button. "Man, where is Ryo? Why isn't he answering? He never turns his phone off." Eyebrows furrowing in confusion and worry, he threw his phone onto the desk. "Where's Miyuki's bitch ass too–"

Ring! Ring! Ring!

The green haired male lunged for his phone, only to be met by an unknown number. "Who the hell's this?" Left with no other option, he slid the answer button and slowly put it to his ear. "Hello?"

On the opposite line, Furuya hesitated before responding. "You might want to schedule a visit to the lake."

Kuramochi rose a brow. "Excuse me? Who the hell are you, and why?"

"If you're missing something… more like someone at the moment, go to the lake. I will say nothing more, nothing less."

"Wait, what the hell are you talking about? Do you even know who I am?"

"That doesn't matter at this point. Just go to the lake."

"Wait–"

"Just go."

"But–"

"Ok, now you're getting on my nerves. I've lost the ability to repeat myself. Just go." Hanging up, Furuya rubbed his forehead, sighing. "Is he deaf or something?"

Jumping out of his office chair, Kuramochi donned his coat and dashed out of his office, panic evident on his face. 'I have no idea what to expect, but I have a feeling it's not gonna be good.'

Kuramochi's blood ran cold as he trekked down the grassy hill, his vision set on Ryosuke's body near the edge of the lake.

Crouching, he grabbed the pinkette's shoulder and slowly turned him over, eyes watering at the sight of two red holes staining his white shirt with blood. Nothing else indicated a struggle or resistance. He had been shot without knowing who did it.

Shivering, the green haired male picked a flower from the grass and laid it on Ryosuke's chest, tears dripping down his cheeks. "I don't know what to fucking do about this," he choked as he sauntered away from the lake. "There's so much to worry about, so much to do, so much to focus on. As once as Sawamura fucking dies, everything will be over. That's all I ever wanted. For him to be dead. I can't live in peace until he's fucking gone…"