So Many Problems (OHSHC) [Haruhi x Tamaki] {COMPLETE}

Chapter 29

God, she would never get alone, would she?

Gotenshi bit into a McDonald's Big Mac as he thought of the infamous Haruhi Fujiouka. He had followed her all the way to America, and she still would not get away from people.

Oh well. I still have a month. She'll eventually get curious and go off somewhere on her own. And that's when I'll get her.

Right now, he was aware that they were going to stay in a suite at the Holiday Inn, for a few days he hoped. They wouldn't be able to get over jet-lag in one day. Neither would he, so that's why he was going to stay at the same hotel, watching from a distance, waiting for his opportunity.

"Um, excuse me? I'm Ashley. What's your name?"

He turned around with an expecting smirk. Ashley was a cute, busty redhead who had been eyeing him from across the room. Yeah, he knew he was pretty irresistible. Spiked black hair, wide muscles, perfect white teeth, dark eyes, and clad in black leather to make him look just as badass. He was the perfect one-night-stand, as he'd been shown plenty of times.

"I'm Gotenshi," he spoke in English. "I'm from Japan."

Ashley bit her lip in a way that she obviously thought was seductive, but was far from it; her crooked tooth fucked that up all around. "Gotenshi. Would you like to get out of here?"

His smirk grew. Sure. Why not have some fun while he waited?

-&-

It is already two in the afternoon, and she still hasn't come out of that fucking room. What the hell is she doing? If she's still fucking asleep and wasting my time...

Gotenshi was getting impatient, as he usually did with a kill. His gun was pressed against his lower back, the safety on so he didn't accidentally shoot his own ass. His black t-shirt covered it up easily.

He had been in the lobby for about an hour, reading a book while the stupid Americans passed him by without a thought. He wondered what they would think if they knew he was a hired assassin.

"Excuse me, sir. Sir."

He looked up, smiling at the dark-colored woman who had a displeased look in her eyes, but her own smile covered that up. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm going to have to ask you to go somewhere else and read. The lobby will be strictly off limits for a while."

An undercurrent of bloodlust struck him. "Sorry," he chuckled, standing and stretching a little. "I'll leave."

He went out to the pool. At least from there he could see the elevators through the glass doors and also if she would come out to take a swim.

I hate stake-outs.