The moment of truth has (almost) arrived!

Chapter 17: Hitman

Miyuki hummed as he looked at himself in the mirror, slowly pulling his tie up to his neck. Tightening it, he straightened out his white shirt and donned his black blazer. After buttoning the cuffs with nimble fingers he shoved his hands in his pockets, licking his lips.

Kuramochi walked in, handing Miyuki an earpiece. "'Today's the day," he said, eyeing Miyuki seriously. "You do know what you have to do, right?"

Miyuki nodded, fixing the earpiece on his left ear. "Of course I do. I'm a hitman. I never abandon a mission."

"Says the one who stalled for at least a month–"

"Hey." Miyuki held his hands up defensively, grinning. "It was for a reason, but I'm back on track. I promise to finish him off this time."

"This time?" Kuramochi scowled.

Miyuki walked past him, the grin on his lips growing ever so slightly. "Stop getting mad, bro. Don't get your tits up in a bunch."

"Tell that to Sawamura."

The bespectacled male couldn't refrain from letting out a burst of laughter, his chest heaving rapidly. "Haha! Damn, that was good! How'd you learn to make jokes like that?"

Kuramochi turned around, gritting his teeth. "Now that Ryo-san's dead, I find a lot of things funny."

Miyuki's laughter suddenly subsided, surprised by the words that tumbled out of the latter's mouth. "Wait, what?"

Kuramochi shook his head. "Don't worry about it. Just do your thing and do it right this time."

Miyuki stepped out of the room, his eyes lingering on the downcast expression on Kuramochi's face. "Yes, sir."

2 Hours Later - La Plaza

In the preparation room that led to the large main auditorium, Eijun frantically paced around, fanning himself with his folder. "God, God, God, God, God, God! I can't do this! I can't! I'm too hot! I can't focus!"

Chris sighed, taking a seat at the large round table in the middle of the room. "Eijun, the air conditioner is on."

"Well, I don't feel a thing!" Eijun wiped the accumulating sweat off his forehead with the sleeve of his white gown. "Chris, I need your help out there! I can't do this alone!"

"Yes you can," Chris said. "Just be yourself and you'll be fine. If you're bold enough to be promiscuous while holding a high ranking in society… nothing can go wrong."

"Was that an insult?!"

"Who knows? Anyway, just run over your speech a few more times and fix your makeup. Your sweat is making it all smudgy."

Eijun blinked as Chris stood and walked over to the exit. "Wait, where are you going?"

"To help the staff members prepare the stage."

"Please… stay with me…" The brunette unleashed his secret weapon: puppy dog eyes. Large brown eyes filled with glassy tears could never go unnoticed. However, Chris waved as he walked out the door.

"Ugh, he's so stingy!" Rounding on his three inch silver ankle strap platforms, Eijun stormed over to the large sink area, his surplus of cosmetics scattered along the counter. Clearing his face with a makeup remover he applied a new coat of foundation, cautiously working around his cheekbones. Picking up a brush to dust his eyelids with golden eyeshadow, his heart dropped as he saw a reflection in his mirror. The reflection of a person he was bound to meet anyway but it still jerked him. Setting down his brush he turned around, arms folded. "Well."

From the large glass window, Miyuki jumped down from his position on the windowsill and landed on both feet. "We meet again. Looking extremely feminine in that white gown."

Eijun looked down at himself, his white graduation gown unzipped, a black crop top and white frilly skirt peeking through. "Is there something wrong with the way I look?"

"Matter of fact, there's plenty of things wrong."

Eijun gawked. "Eh?! Why are you being so mean?!"

Miyuki cackled as he leaned his hand against the round gray table, crossing his legs at the ankles. He rolled his tongue around his mouth, pondering over the endless amount of insults he could spew out. "First of all, you're a dude. You have balls. It's your graduation; you should have at least worn pants."

Eijun pouted. "What's wrong with wearing a skirt?!"

"Let me guess," the bespectacled man continued, evading the question. "Don't tell me you're wearing female lingerie under that?"

The brunette felt his neck heat up, the blood inevitably rushing to his cheeks. "W-What if I am?"

"Tch. Cross-dressers these days. Might as well have surgery and get a real pair of tits. Something that each of your little hoes could fondle."

'Alright, that actually kinda hurt.' Eijun placed his hands on his hips, sighing. "Fine, what do you want? We don't talk anymore, so you must be here for a reason. I know you're going to assassinate me today… here for an early start?"

Miyuki narrowed his eyes, the light hearted feeling in the atmosphere plummeting at the sudden change of Eijun's tone. "No," he said. "I plan on finishing you when it's time to."

"So… what's the big idea?"

"This might be weird coming from me, but… I would like to apologize."

Eijun snorted, waving his hand in the air dismissively. "Apologize? Apologize? Boy, what on earth you gonna apologize for?! You already did enough wrong; I ain't need to hear anymore bullshit from that snarky ass mouth."

"Just listen!" Miyuki pinched the bridge of his nose. The thought of his tongue fumbling with words that didn't suit his personality made him feel extremely vulnerable, but he knew he had to do it. This was his last chance to lift the weight off his shoulders before his index finger had to pull the trigger. Regrettably.

"Listen," he repeated, looking into Eijun's eyes. "I want to apologize for the things we've been through. We couldn't control our feelings for each other when we first met and because of that, we're in this mess. Being with you was one hell of a ride, I'm not gonna lie. But I hurt you. I knew that you'd feel a certain way once I had to confess that I was following through with Kuramochi's plan. I actually didn't mean to make you feel betrayed. It's my job. Well, it's not like you still have feelings or anything–"

"I-I do," Eijun interjected, his voice cracking. "I still love you." He squinted, the burn of tears welling up in his eyes. His throat began to tighten as his gripped onto his gown. "I tried to convince myself… so many freaking times… that I didn't need you. That you fucking played me and that I never loved you. You were the first lover I ever took seriously… I was crazy about you from the very first second. I thought, maybe I've finally found the person I can be myself around… I knew it would get fucked up soon… I wanted hope…"

Miyuki sensed his heart sinking as Eijun rolled up his sleeves and vigorously wiped his tears, his new coat of makeup smudging all over. He swallowed, unable to control his legs from walking closer to the brunette. He ruffled his hand through his hair and wrapped an arm around his waist. "Sorry," he whispered.

Eijun buried his head in the bespectacled male's chest, releasing all of his pent up emotions though loud and hideous sobs. 'Why… why do I keep hurting myself like this? He's gonna kill me, but… I can't walk away from him… I really do love him… this freaking sucks…'

From outside the door, Chris chuckled as he came to the conclusion that Miyuki was one step ahead of him in love and always would be. It was a bitter feeling, but he knew Eijun would never love him wholeheartedly. He knocked on the door, his hand slightly trembling. "Eijun. You have thirty minutes."

Eijun pulled away from Miyuki and sighed, eyeing the multi-colored stains on his white shirt. "My bad," he squeaked. He looked at his exposed arms and instinctively hid them behind his back. "My scars. You saw them. P-Pretty ugly, right? I bet you're disgusted…"

Miyuki shook his head. "Not at all. They're what makes you, you. Say, before I go, my lips have been kinda lonely. Would you mind if you put yourself to good use and give me a kiss?"

Eijun rolled his eyes. "Another insult? Stop making me feel bad about myself." He tugged on Miyuki's tie, forcing the latter to match his height. "These heels don't help." He gently pressed his lips against Miyuki's, letting out a small gasp as the bespectacled male slid his tongue into his mouth.

The kiss melted into a hot and passionate one, their bodies pressed flush against each other as they sought to fulfill their lost needs. Miyuki hoisted Eijun into his arms, carried him to the table and laid him on it, their lips barely parting as he hovered over him. "Fuck. I can't control myself. I know this seems sudden, but I want this. I want you. Now."

Eijun hooked his legs around Miyuki, opening his hazy golden brown eyes. "Me too," he slurred. "I want to feel you inside me so freaking much." He glanced at the clock. "We still have time. Let's risk it, Kazuya."

Miyuki trembled at the sound of his name escaping Eijun's wet lips, blood rushing to his groin. "Damn it, Eijun. Why do I have to let you go?" He leaned down and sucked at Eijun's neck, grinding against his growing erection.

Eijun moaned at the feel of teeth and tongue dancing across his skin, digging his nails into Miyuki's scalp. "It's your job… you can't help it." He reached up and unbuckled the hitman's belt, the skin of Miyuki's cock spreading an incredible warmth throughout his body. He grasped it tightly, eliciting a startled sound from Miyuki.

Miyuki smirked as Eijun slowly began to stroke his cock, sweat lining his collar. "Naughty," he choked out. "You can't wait? Then I'll do the same to you." Shrugging off Eijun's skirt he groped his erection, his fingers teasing the wet spot that seeped though his panties. "Look at all that precum. You really want me that much?"

Eijun instinctively arched his back, his heart racing uncontrollably. "Yes! I fucking want it! Kazuya, I w-want it now! Hurry… we don't have much time… fuck me!"

"No. Say it like you mean it."

"Fuck me!"

"Nope. Not good enough."

Eijun gasped as Miyuki pulled off his underwear and tossed it behind him, feeling Miyuki's cock grind against his. "Miyuki Kazuya! I fucking want it! Fuck me, please!"

The bespectacled man licked his lips. "Consider it done, Sawamura Eijun."

32 Minutes Later…

Chris sighed as he patted Eijun on the back comfortingly. "It's going to be alright," he said. "Just be natural."

Eijun turned to him, slightly teary eyed. "I guess this is goodbye. I'm gonna die after this. W-Where's Kizunari?" 'Ah, damn, my freaking ass hurts…'

"In the audience. Besides, you said and kissed her goodbye millions of times already. She understands that you'll be gone–"

"No! It's not enough! I've been a horrible mother to her. I barely even took care of her… it's unfair that I have to die moments after bringing her back permanently. It really does suck, but… I guess this is how life is supposed to be."

Chris nodded bitterly, his lips thin as he rubbed Eijun's arm reassuringly. In his mind the thought that he was absolutely useless to the brunette nagged him constantly. He couldn't stop thinking about it, mulling over it. It dragged him into an unhealthy cycle of sleep but he made an effort not to show his distress. Eijun didn't need another person to worry about.

"Take it away, Sawamura Eijun," he said. "Don't leave any regrets out there."

Eijun blinked repeatedly, forcing the burning tears back into his eyes. "Mhm. I got it." Gripping his folder he gave Chris one last look before he pulled the curtain aside and stepped onto the stage.