Mr & Mr Hitman

Lane to the Past

No way am I really falling for that guy with a nest on his head.

Cameron sighed, as he laid on his bed for almost five hours now. His worn-out ceiling with fragments of grey paint unsticking from the dome seemed to be the most familiar picture in his mind.

Letting out an exaggerated exhale, he closed his eyes. The burning sensation in his nostrils was gone, but his ribs were stinging with every breath he took. It amazed him how the dodged blows of Matthew seemed to have such an impact on his body despite not being at full competence.

"Damn this small body of mine," he cursed under his breath.

His physique was definitely an obstacle in his career as an assassin but at the same time, it was his biggest weapon.

It never occurred to him that he would use this advantage of a petite figure to cross-dress. Back when he used to live with his grandfather, they would wear kimonos to attend major events, and the mischievous and curious mind of his grandmother led him to try on a gown.

Mrs. Sakura Akiyama, the wife of Mr. Akio Akiyama, was a very respectable woman. Apart from her husband, she loved her daughter more than anything in the world. That is before she grew up to have dreams of her own.

But after their grandson was born, their life changed for the better. What was better than handling paperwork for future drug deals or meeting the new members of the yakuza group they were leaders of?

It was seeing little Cameron come in with his drawings. A little ball of happiness and light in their world of gore and wickedness.

Drawings that reflected both the happiness and loneliness of the child. His illustrations were always bright, adorned with eye-catching colors, but it was also dull. After all, he got reminded all the time at school that his parents were gone. And his negative thoughts were displayed innocently through his creative and naive scribbles.

Everyone has a way to express their emotions, don't they?

Cameron slowly opened his eyelids, thinking out loud, "I guess she took her anger and sadness out on me."

His heart ached a little, not contributing to his already injured body. The assassin sat up, shaking his head before laying down quickly, he whispered, "Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts," he closed his eyes to try and catch some sleep.

Yeah. Think about that time Ojiisan ran after me for stealing his peaches all the while wearing the dress Obaasan sewed for me.

Little Japanese class from your narrator. 'Ojiisan' and 'Obaasan' are Japanese names used to call your grandparents. In this context, 'Ojiisan' means 'grandpa', while 'Obaasan' means 'grandma'.

The Akiyamas were very unprejudiced people so when Mrs. Sakura noticed that one of the dresses she wore in her younger days fitted the physique of her grandson surprisingly, but in her opinion, conveniently well, she didn't hesitate to practically order the young man to try it on.

After all, it didn't hurt him in any way.

It was all clothes nevertheless.

"You look so cute in that dress. Why don't we take it off?", Samuel pulled Cameron by the waist, his hot breath tingling his sensitive ears, as he nibbled on them delicately, his free hand roaming under the shorter man's skirt.

Cameron's eyes shot open to meet his plain and aged ceiling. He panted heavily and furrowed his eyebrows.

A dream.

"What the actual fuck?"

"Goddamn," Samuel whiffed out the smoke of his cigarette, inputting his key in his bike.

Do I apologize? But I did nothing wrong.

"Aw mate, why did I have to go catch feelings for a guy?", he furrowed his eyebrows. "A hitman on top of that," he thought for a while, reflecting on his previous words, "Let's not confirm those feels just yet."

He heard the garage door behind him slightly squeak, followed by footsteps, "Oh Sam, going out for lunch?", Stephen smiled at the main character, eyes still lazy, indicating that he just woke up from a nap.

"I was going to pass by the store," Samuel replied, "And you?"

Stephen sighed loudly, resting his arm on his pale yellow beetle, "I don't know what Matthew is doing with his life anymore. Last month, he was promoted at work and just this morning, he called Joanna because he got all beaten up," he breathed again, "Now, I'm going over there to take care of him."

"Beaten up?", Samuel widened his eyes, "Burglars?"

"Apparently not," the older man shook his head and started his rant, "I never liked him to begin with, but as Olivia's boyfriend, I just can't leave him. They aren't even married for God's sake and this whole thing about Matthew not wanting to give Nathaniel his last name is just full bullshit."

"Well, it was Olivia's decision, so I'm not going to complain about it. This guy is definitely bad news, having hitmen come after him like that," Stephen spoke.

Samuel's breath hitched, "Hitmen?"

"He did involve himself in drugs and whatnot in the past-", Stephen was interrupted by the assassin in front of him.

"Wait. When you say 'hitmen', what do you mean?", Sam inquired, biting the inside of his cheeks.

"You didn't hear on the news a few weeks ago? About that person who leaves a 'V' whenever they strike."

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What will Sam do?

A) Beat the shit out of Matt for hurting his C

B) Finally confess his goddamn feelings for C

C) Fuck the guy living on top of him

D) Buy groceries

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The updates are getting out of hand :')