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Komaeda yelps, ducking before the person can deck him in his stupid, perfect face.
The person clammers over the seat, so now they're both in the back, immediately wrapping their long, tan fingers around Komaeda's neck. The other assassin's instincts kick in, and he flips their positions so that he's now straddling the other.
"Ack-! Can't we just talk?!" He rasps, strangling the other in turn.
Red eyes narrow as they slam Komaeda back into the window of the car. He responds by landing a solid left hook to the other's face.
It's at this moment that Shinguji returns, eyes widening in horror.
He whips the van door open, forcefully prying the two off of each other. He gives each of them a furious glare.
"Look, Kamukura-san, let me a little into your 'past' together, but can we please put that aside for the sake of the mission?!"
Kamukura glares at Komaeda who smirks back.
Ah, young love. Tragic ending.
"He is an obsessive psychopath."
Komaeda snorts. "You shouldn't tell a psychopath they're a psychopath. It upsets them."
Shinguji's eyes narrow. "Enough. Izuru, come sleep up front, Komaeda; you stay there. It's less than twenty-four hours. Would you please get it together?!"
"He killed my wife."
"It's not my fault you were still seeing her!"
"Stop it."
Kamukura glowers at Komaeda for a moment longer before climbing back into the front.
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Hinata eventually got back to London, tired and exhausted.
Still overcome with grief, he called Kirigiri and informed her he might need a couple of extra days off, which she was merciful enough to grant.
It's sad, really. He went to Berlin with nothing and came back lacking both his suitcase and one of his closest friends. Despite Nanami's best efforts, it's impossible to cheer him up.
The brunet sighs, rising to his feet and padding across the bedroom to glare at himself in the mirror.
He looks terrible.
Dark greyish-black bags have piled under his tired eyes. His hair is kind of greasy, desperately in need of a wash, perfectly complimenting the wrinkled clothes he hasn't taken off in a few days now.
"Fucking male assassin. . .I'll fucking end you. I'll kill you, I'll kill you, I'll kill you. Where the fuck do you get off?! You better show me who the fuck you are before I-"
As if on cue, his cell phone rings. He groans, picking it up and checking the caller ID before answering.
"Hello, Fujisaki-san."
"H-Hinata-san! Is everything okay? P-Please don't be upset, but you don't sound too good. . ."
"I'm fine, don't worry, Fujisaki-san. Is everything okay?"
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Killing Hajime
Fanfiction*Won't be updated for the foreseeable future* Hinata thinks there's nothing sexier than a man who can put him out of his misery. Alternatively, a security services operative and a professional killer go head to head in an epic game of cat-and-mou...
