Loveless (Book 1) [Completed]

Chapter 79.

THE SECRET PROJECT.

The moment Kyoko spotted the man in black, squinting her eyes from afar, she knew she had the right person. There was no doubt in her mind.

Ignoring the distasteful looks of the passerbys, she approached him with quick steps. Beads of perspiration collected at her temples and rolled down.

As she hurried closer, the sight of him became clearer and clearer. She could now see his straight dark hair. They were rough and messy. His skin was oddly white, and she could not see his eyes as his pointed bangs were covering the top half of his face. A half-burnt cigarette was perched between his thin and colourless lips, which were stretched into what was probably a full-time sneer.

Dangerous: check, Kyoko thought as she continued to move ahead. Although, her pace now resembled that of a snail. Even though he fitted the President's description perfectly, this guy looked like he was trouble and judging from the way the other pedestrians were straying clear from his path, Kyoko wasn't the only one thinking that.

She wanted to stay away as well and not bother him while he finished his cigarette, but the President's word echoed in her mind:

Remember to be there on time. He doesn't like to be kept waiting. He is the type of guy who wouldn't hesitate to hit a girl.

Unfortunately, Kyoko was already five minutes late. And so she could not muster enough courage to go there and face him, but on the other hand, she didn't want to go back to the agency before doing her job either.

At last, she gathered enough willpower to stand up straight and look at him again, but something she noticed about him left her gawking in shock.

For the first time, she noticed his clothes. His lean muscular torso was wrapped in a black high-collared knee-length summer coat.

What surprised Kyoko wasn't his clothes, but what was underneath them. Since she had started sewing those voodoo dolls, she had been blessed with a special eye when it came to measuring the proportion of a person's physique. There were only two people of whom she had ever sewn a doll, and their measurements were drilled into her brain.

Even from afar, she instantly recognised the man in black, because there was no mistaking that muscular torso since Kyoko had sewn it's smaller version more than a dozen times. It seemed impossible to her that two different people could have such an identical built.

But it didn't make any sense. Why would Ren pretend to be someone else, and why would the President send her to pick him up? To find out the answer, she has hesitantly approached him. "R-Ren?"

He slowly looked up. She could now see his eyes from the little gaps between his pointed bangs. They were sparkling blue, just like the ocean, but at the same time as cold as ice. He narrowed them, widening his sneer as he glared at her. Kyoko stiffened, stepping back instinctively.



With her heart hammering against her chest, she shuddered. He was definitely not Ren, she was now sure. Because up close, she could see his face, which was ghostly pale and unfamiliar.

Even the coldest of Ren's glares didn't hold a candle to the chill that went down her back as she became the victim of his dead cold eyes.

Raising up to his feet, he wildly swung his hand towards her. His fist connected with her chest and the impact was hard enough to make her kiss the floor.

Even after he had pushed her down, he wasn't done, as he mercilessly approached her even still.

Shivering hysterically, Kyoko curled into the foetal position, shrinking into a ball. She hopefully glanced at the passerbys for help even if they did notice her, they pretended not to see and looked elsewhere.