A Dance With The Reaper

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(Sorry bro i aint know what was wrong wit me when choosing a pic 💔)

"Hey you fucking slut. Is this your house?"

That's the first voicemail I was greeted with. 20 voicemails along with a shit ton of missing texts from a random number is never a good sign.

All of them ranged from death threats to name calling to threats of physical harm- none of which I want to deal with right now. The number was fully traceable, so it wasn't a big threat.

The texts were images of an ex (of course). I had no idea how that dick head got my address, but I'm sick of it. I'm so sick of him following me no matter where I go, I can never seem to shake him.

I'm not scared of his dumbass, more annoyed than anything else. I know he's not going to do anything.

I let out a sigh as I block yet another one of his numbers. He's made so many at this point, I don't know how he has the patience for this. Not that I really care. I don't want to change my number, but at this point, I'm considering it.

I got out of bed, getting ready for another day of tedious work. I look at the time. Only 4:58 am. I overslept again. I didn't even feel tired, but I looked it. The dark circles and tired eyes had just become a part of my look at this point.

The shower was warm, and I stayed in it a little longer than I ment to, just enjoying the feeling wash over me for once.

Warm..

I never feel that anymore. I'm always cold. I never feel complete either. I feel like part of me is missing, but I don't know why.

What happened in my past that caused me to feel like this...? There's not one thing in my life that I cared about enough to make me feel this empty.

But.. something was bugging me, something in the back of my head.

Those golden eyes...why do I keep thinking about them? Why do I feel so drawn to them? I've exchanged a few words with him, yet I just couldn't stop thinking about him. He raised so many red flags in my mind, yet he gave me butterflies.

This isn't normal...

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I opened the door and walk into that dull room I call my office. I needed details from the inside if I wanted to get closer to finishing this, and to be honest, the quicker I got done with this, the better.

I sit down at my desk, thinking for a second. No one would suspect me as a spy, right? Just some silly little girl.. I could probably get away with it, and they wouldn't think I was the reason they got locked up.

I don't need to talk to the hire ups before going through with this. They'll understand my reasoning, right? I won't tell them my plan. Not yet, anyway.

From what I know, Manjiro has a residency in some penthouse, though going directly to him and asking to join his little club would be suspicious. So I'd go lower.

Kokonoi Hajime. From what I can tell, the only significance he has in that gang is making money. That's really it. He's useless apart from that since he refuses to even get his hands dirty if it doesn't involve money.

In a way, I could respect it. But then again, not really. I can't stand holier-than-thou pretty boys.

I didn't expect to just find him walking down the street. We'll, kinda, but not in the normal side of the city. I'd bet if I went to some fancy casino or wherever rich people go to, I could find him. Maybe I could convince him to change that stupid fucking hair cut of his too.