Pineapples - Frenchie x Kimiko Oneshots

It's in their eyes - AU

synopsis: AU where Frenchie is a hitman given the job to kill "The Female", a imprisoned woman treated like a gun, whose most recent mission were to kill the said Frenchman. What happens when they find themselves trapped in a elevator and for some reason are unable to kill each other?

Words count: 3053 ( I know, sorry)

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"Get up, pumpkin, We have a job for you." Cherie melodical voice said close to his ear, bitting it slightly and getting up right after. While struggling to wake up Frenchie saw her putting the fancy robe around her body through his one opened eye.

"Who?" Was his only question, lazily raising his naked body from the bed. There was no need for further questions.

"A girl." She started, reading the paper she just grabbed. "Japanese, 5' 2°, Black long hair... Have been killing members of different 'associations' in a scary way."

"Scary, uh?" He put himself behind her, holding her waist with his hands.

"The girl breaks necks like dry sticks, Serge." She gave the papers to him. Annexed, he saw the picture of a man whose head were turned in a disturbing angle.

"Fuck..." He cursed, resting his Chin on her shoulder. "What's her name?" His eyes were now scanning the photo, obviously taken from some security camera of the girl in question. How could such a Petit frame hold so much rage?

"No one knows." She muttered a smirk. "They call her 'the female' or some shit like it. Pretty creative, hm?

"How come they don't know her name?" The Frenchman asks, now getting apart of the black haired woman in order to get himself dressed.

"Excuse me, pumpkin, but how do they call you? "

"Touché, mon chérie" Frenchie smiled, that amusement smile of him.

"You better get it right, hm? I really need those 10 percent." Cherie pointed as he walked into the bathroom.

"When did I got it wrong?" The question came out loud, at the same moment that the french rap started to fulfill the room and the man were already gone into the bathroom, singing along the song.

"Touché."

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Meanwhile, in some dark basement on Chinatown, the said Female were already awake, legs close to her chest and back against the wall while her eyes flipped between the bars of the cage and the figure lazily waking up next to her.

"Good morning, Mouse" She signed, a single but existent smile on her face while Kenji sat down.

"Good morning, Bunny. Did you sleep?" He asked suspicious while analysing his sister's face, who just gave him a nod, obviously lying. "You did not" he concluded in a worried tone.

"Don't worry, ok? I'm fine. I will get us out of here" Her hands moved, forming patterns that only meant something to him. Their own sign language. Their secret line of communication.

"I still don't get a single world of what she says." The siblings heard the voice of the man who 'kept an eye on them' talking to his colleague.

"Whatever. I don't think I want to know what that crazy ass girl thinks anyway." The other said drily while opening the cage cautiously. "Come on, girl, we have a job for you"

"She is not your fucking property, you idiot!" Kenji shouted, owning the 'repression look' from his older sister.

"One more word and I'm gonna beat the hell out of you." The man next to the cage warned, and just like that the Female's head turned, her eyes traveling from her brother to the man, but now they looked feral, murderous even.