Murder | HARUCHIYO

Chapter 3: Brother

Sunlight leaked through the gaps of the curtains, creating beautiful patterns on the white tiled floor. There laid a pink-haired boy on the couch of a Bonten executive having on of the best nap in his life despite sleeping on a small, cramped, leather couch.

Soft breaths emitted from his mouth, almost coming out as little snores as his eyes fluttered open slowly. His eyes adjusted to the light, blinking couple times. Was last night a dream? When his eyes fully opened his eyes scanned his surroundings. Nope, its wasn't a dream. The leather couch that he was laying on wasn't his, the TV that was a secured on the perfect black wall wasn't his either. The black furnishings, the huge living room... damn it. He stayed over Asami's house. He wasn't planning to, but the second his head hit the couch, he fell into slumber.

A buzz emitted from his phone causing his head to turn abruptly. Layla. She just couldn't leave him alone could she? His hand automatically went to grab his phone, turning it on, and reading what she wrote.

Come over babe, I miss you.

Sanzu read over the line a few times before chuckling to himself. His light, soft chuckle could just barely be heard, silence resurfacing once he stopped. This whore just really is attached to him isn't she? He shook his head in slight exasperation, he was at Asami's house while getting a text from another girl for him to come over. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't, he had work.

With his phone above his face as he laid down, dropping his hand and phone onto the couch, he sat up slowly, letting himself wake up. He rubbed his eyes before sitting up. He was absolutely clueless about the other presence standing in the door way.

"Finally you've woken up."

Sanzu swivelled his head to the source of the voice. Asami.

"Why are you here?" He asked. She looked at him as if he was dumb, she facepalmed, placing her hand up to her face only to press her cold forehead against the warm surface of her skin.

"This is my house you're in weirdo, or did you forget what happened last night?"  Sanzu shook his head side to side, his hair swaying back and forth."Nope, definitely didn't forget. How could I forget such a pretty voice?"

Asami removes the hand from her face, wanting it back on immediately when the warmth leaves her forehead. She rolled her eyes as he stood up and walked passed her. He discarded her like a piece of clothing and she hated it.

"Seems like you've cleaned up the mess." She called out to the man that was walking to her kitchen. The man slowly halted, turning around to face her.

"Yeah cause this whore left me to clean up her mess." He sniggered, attempting to anger her. But it seems as if she didn't even care because she just followed him into her luxurious kitchen.

"Well I was going to offer you coffee, but on second thought... I'll just make one for myself." She said, leaning on the bench were he miraculously kissed the living daylights out of her.

"Whatever, I'm not a coffee person anyways." He scoffed. His phone buzzed again, catching his and Asami's attention. He pulled it out of his pocket, turning it on and reading the message.

Please babe? Layla's text read. He quickly responded.

Later. He typed smirking to himself.

Asami caught his small grin, questioning who he was talking to. It kinda annoyed her, he was in her house while most likely texting another girl while smiling. Who the fuck does that?! He really was a whore wasn't he? Her eyes slightly darkened.

"Hey."

His attention was snatched from his phone, his gaze tore from his phone before turning to look at the girl in front of him.