Falling In Love With My Target

Chapter 6

Qrow woke up with the worst hangover, his head was pounding and his stomach was turning against him. He seriously felt like he was about to throw up. The assassin tried his best to piece together what happened last night after his fifth or sixth round of bourbon. Vaguely, he remembers falling onto asphalt...then the sound of a truck....and the feeling of big strong arms around him, and after that nothing. 

"How did I even get back here?" Qrow mumbled, wrapping his arms around his aching stomach.

Also, Qrow wondered how he ended up in nothing but his underwear.

"I should reaaaally stop drinking." Qrow groaned, pressing the heel of his palms against his eyes.

Then Qrow's hotel room door is being knocked on, making the pounding headache worse. Though he doesn't want to get out of bed, Qrow gets up and answers the door anyway, just to make the loud noise end. 

"What the f**k do you wa--" Qrow was saying but froze the moment he came face to face with his target.

"Um, hi. I know you probably don't remember me but...last night, you were very drunk and stumbled into oncoming traffic. I pulled you back onto the sidewalk just as a truck was about to run you over. You were really passed out, so I carried you back here and....oh dear...." Clover explained, but paused when he finally noticed that Qrow was still in his underwear.

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Qrow notices his lack of clothing and blushes the same shade of red that Clover was blushing. He hides his body behind the door, and pokes his head out.

"So...were you the one who took my clothes off?" Qrow asked, shyly.

"Yes, but I swear I only did it because your clothes were wet and I didn't want you getting sick or getting hypothermia." Clover replied.

"So...how are you feeling?" he asked, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

"Nauseous." Qrow muttered.

"I'm Clover Ebi, by the way." Clover said.

"Qrow....Brunswick." Qrow replied.

He was very nervous right now. The target he was assigned to kill was standing right in front of him. But he couldn't do a thing about it...there were too many witnesses around and not to mention security cameras. And he lied about his last name so that he won't expose the tribe. 

"Well....thanks for helping me out and all, but I need to get dressed now." Qrow said slowly closing the door.

"Okay. Hope you feel better. Also be more careful next time you're out drinking." Clover said as Qrow closed the door in his face.

Once he was sure he was gone, Qrow lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. He presses his back against the door and slides down to the floor. Then a sudden idea came to mind...a desperate, and quite cruel idea, but mainly desperate. The idea was to get close to Clover...make him trust him...so that his guard would be down, giving him the chance to take him out. And even though he was making this choice out of desperation, it still made Qrow even sicker to his stomach than he already was.

"I truly am pathetic...aren't I?" Qrow whimpered, burying his face into his knees.

Qrow despised the idea of playing with the young man's heart, and himself for thinking of it. He especially hated the idea since Clover was such a nice person and helped him even though he was a complete stranger. 

"But if I don't kill him soon...both of us will be dead. And I much rather not die." Qrow told himself.

Right now...Qrow secretly wished Taka never asked him to do this job. Cause if he had never been assigned on this job, he wouldn't be feeling so horrible right now. Then, suddenly he was feeling a different type of horrible, due to his hangover and he rushes to the bathroom to puke his guts out. Meanwhile, Clover gets home where his father was talking to the people who were replacing the glass door that was broken due to the intruder that Clover had fought off.

"Clover, go check on your mother." Trevor told him.

"Sure, Dad." Clover replied.

Before heading into his parent's room, Clover knocks on the door.

"Come in." Joanna said.

Walking into the room, Clover sees his mother sitting up in bed, a blanket covering her from the waist down and a book in her lap. 

"Hi, baby." Joanna said smiling.

"Hey, Mom. Dad told me to come check on you. How are you feeling?" Clover said sitting on the edge of the bed, next to his mother's knees.

"I'm feeling quite restless sitting in this bed all day." Joanna replied.

"Well, you have to...doctor's orders." Clover said patting Joanna's knee.

"Come sit over here on your father's spot on the bed, talk to your mama, she's bored as h*ll." Joanna told her son.

Clover sits cross-legged on the bed next to his mom and turns a little to face her.

"So, what's my baby boy been up to?" Joanna asked.

"I...I met some guy recently. I think I might have a crush on him." Clover told her, trying to his his blush.

"Awwww, are you gonna ask him out?" Joanna cooed.

"I don't know him that well, Mom." Clover sighed.

"That's what a first date is for, baby, to get to know each other." Joanna said holding her son's hand.

"But...I'm not sure he's even interested." Clover said frowning.

Next, Clover tells his mother the story of how he met the man he now has a huge crush on.

"He's probably just embarrassed about the situation. It doesn't mean he's not interested in you." Joanna said.

"Yeah...but he's also a good bit older than me. Probably about ten years or so older." Clover said putting his head in his hands.

"Oh, baby, you're both adults. An age difference like that doesn't matter." Joanna chuckled, ruffling her son's hair.

"If you really like this man, then go for it. You are such a kind hearted young man, and you deserve to have love in your life." she added, cupping his cheek.

When Trevor came back in, Clover kisses Joanna's cheek then leaves the room. As he walked to his own room, Clover couldn't stop thinking about his crush on Qrow Brunswick, who's actual last name was Branwen, but he didn't know that of course.