Assassin! Ishimaru Kiyotaka

Rooftop Party Extravaganza

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Kiyotaka checked the clock again, seeing only a minute had passed since his last glance.

6:12 AM.

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His foot tapped irritably against the floor of the Condo's home gym. His brow twitching as he checked the time again, his gaze flicking from the clock to the open door, expecting any second to have a tall shadow grace the doorway with its' presence.

Mondo was supposed to be there twelve minutes ago.

Mondo had basically begged Kiyotaka to teach him every trick he knew, a childlike impatience gleaming in his eyes. Seeing no reason not to, Kiyotaka had somewhat hesitantly agreed, on the terms that they met in the morning, to ensure the maximum time usage of their day. Mondo seemed reluctant at the proposition, but after a minute of consideration, agreed wholeheartedly, and voiced his pleasure and excitement in a very loud tone, a fire now shining in his eyes.

...But here Kiyotaka was, raring and ready to go, and Mondo was nowhere to be seen.

Another glance at the clock struck another pang of guilty anxiousness in his mind, causing his throat to dry out just a little bit more.

Why was he feeling so betrayed at an associate, whom he was supposed to be murdering, mind you, hadn't shown up?

It wasn't like Mondo was an old forgotten friend who didn't bother responding, or a loved one suddenly abandoning a plan at the last moment.

So why did it hurt so bad?

Kiyotaka felt a tightness in his chest grow, making it harder to breathe.

His eyes burned, like he wanted to cry. But he hadn't cried since he graduated from Satsujin, since college. The more Kiyotaka thought about it, the more he realized, he hadn't felt much of anything since college besides anger, contempt and regret.

He absentmindedly smoothed out the nonexistent wrinkles in his white tee, the relaxed and loose outfit along with a pair of black shorts perfect for practicing self defense, if his morning would ever get that far.

After waiting for one more minute, Kiyotaka let out a sigh, realizing if Mondo hadn't shown up now, he probably never would. Had he really meant what he said then? Even with the excitement shining in his eyes as he demanded Kiyotaka train him, the thought still crossed his mind that it could have all been a ruse, a plan to undermine him.

To make him look like the fool.

Not like he didn't get up this early, and if not earlier every morning.

Kiyotaka sighed again, shaking the thought from his head as he went to leave, gathering the few things he had brought with him, and headed for the door. But as he went to leave, his racing thoughts, as well as his forward momentum were roughly stopped as he ran into something that felt as sturdy as a wall. He took a step back, blinking a few times to draw himself back into reality.... And found himself staring at a very muscly and very tan chest, barely covered by a deep cut tank top. His face flushed at this discovery.