The Last Mission | Markhyuck

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The property stands on the outskirts of crowded neighbour hood. However much you may describe the details in words, it is never enough to explain the beauty it holds. Surrounded by an overly wide garden that merges with a few minutes through the woods to see the end. The beauty of the Japanese structured property vanishes, as it collides with the overpowering of white chrysanthemums.

A funeral.

White covered tables and rooms filled with guests; mourning the loss of another soul, leaving life too early. Conversation runs short as the sudden sound of a car engine approaching reaches the ears of those standing outside. Confused faces watch as an "overly" dressed man steps out. His white shoes press down hard on the rough pavement. Hands and neck reveal creepy signs of tattoos that only in his eyes would make sense. Fixing the collars of his long length fur coat, the man turns to his reflection on the window. Checking the sides of his gelled back hair, his gaze fixes back on the property from afar. Somehow taking it all in through the expensive pair of glasses covering his eyes.

Man never bothers to take them off as he steps inside, followed by some of his men.

Takami Sota.

The killer talked about on the news for the past year and a half, smiled in the picture placed at the altar. The man stood- watching the garden outside. He didn't seem impressed. His cheeks sucked on the cigarette between his lips. Men stood at the back, had their eye on the unfamiliar face. Yet somehow he seemed familiar. Exhaling a breath of annoyance, he turned around and stepped into the hall where guests sat.

The over-dressed man inhaled a good breath of smoke before he finally explained his arrival at the property. But not in simple words. The sole of his white shoes hit the back of a man's head as he pushed his head down, forcefully slamming it against the table. Keeping it pressed into his bald head, the man placed his elbow over his thigh.

'Kon'nichiwa! Watashiwa Takami Yuji desu. Hajimemashte,' his face wrinkles as he smiles after his first words in Japanese. The man pressed against the table lets out a groan, forcing the one over him to let him be. More questions arise as the man on his right finally translates to what he had just said.

'Hello! I am Takami Yuji. Nice to meet you,' Before his words end, translating into Korean, every man in the room stands on his feet, taking a bow towards Yuji. The man laughs, enjoying the treatment he receives after his introduction. Putting hands into pocket, he turns his gaze towards the picture, muttering under breath, which no one understands.

Excuse me brother, but let me have fun with this for a few minutes.

'Sodesu ka, yoi yoi... Dare ga kare o koroshita?' rubbing his hands in amusement, he looks around the room. Taking in every expression displayed on their faces. His sweet smile and dimples on his soft cheeks make him a bit more creepy for every reason. Yuji-san turns out to be the complete opposite of his brother. His tattoos and fashion may as well be the main points of it. Yet no one can rule out who the worst of the brothers are, in takes of Sota-san murdering women for a living.

Yuji-san stops the man from translating any further as he continues to stand and wait for anyone to understand the words leaving his mouth. And when no one replies, his smile drops and his expression hardens. Even with half the face hidden behind the glasses, nervousness fills the air. No one can measure out what he may or may not be capable of doing. And from the looks of him, he looked like he could do a lot.

The sweet voice that filled the ears before now deepens as he finally repeats his statement in Korean this time.

'Who killed him? I need the pig's name.' 

- tbc

It is always fun to have a villain in your stories but what happens if there are two?