A Dance With The Reaper

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My head hurts like hell. After work, my sweet, dear, amazing friend took me out. After the day I had, I may have way over did it with the alcohol. Great, that's exactly what I need.

I grudgingly sit up, groaning when I see the time. 11:38 AM. Fucking great. Im up way too late. Good thing its a Sunday. Hajime usually has us take Sunday's off, which im assuming is out of habit. I did a bit of digging on him, and found out he used to work under the religious nut himself, Shiba Taiju. Used to have the biggest crush on him, and even if he asked me out right now, I dont think I'd say no.

After finally forcing myself to get out of bed, I start getting ready for the day as normal. Right as I started brushing my teeth, my phone buzzed. I freeze for a second before I unlock my phone to read the text.

Unknown: "You shouldn't leave your door unlocked. Im in your kitchen, hurry up. Im not waiting all day."

That made my blood freeze in my veins and turn into icicles. I got so blasted last night that I forgot to lock the door, and now he's in my house. Fucking great.

Me: Get out of my house, or I might just kill you this time.

I sent the text then immediately storm into my room, hastily throwing on my bra and a pair of shorts. He's seen me in less, was my line of thinking.

I stomped downstairs, fully prepared to see my ex with my pistol in hand as I walk down the stairs and march right into the living room, freezing when i see that teal suit jacket draped carelessly over the back of my couch.

Am I scared of my ex? Hell no. That pussy couldn't hurt me if he wanted to.

Am I scared of a man who will kill me and giggle while it happens? Just a little...

With a little less confidence, I walk into the kitchen to see a cocky prick in my kitchen, sleeves rolled up, and eating my fucking food. MY FOOD!

"Hey, stop eating my fucking food! You fat bitch!" I snap, making him smirk as he took another bite.

"You're one to talk, piggy. Put the gun away." He said, making me stiffen slightly. Instead of putting it down, i just grip it tighter.

The death glare i gave him did absolutely nothing but make him look more amused, which in turned just pissed me off.

"Why the fuck are you in my house?"

After a long pause, and him smacking his lips like a damn toddler, he finally spoke.

"Well, you did such an amazing job last week for Kokonoi that I thought you'd be better suited for a different job. So, you're meeting Mikey today." He said before the corner if his lips quirked into a smirk. "You planning on wearing that? As perfect as they are, I dont think Mikey will be very impressed by your tits, piggy."

Asshole.

"Stop calling me that." I say with a huff. "Who the hell is Mikey?"

My question was apparently hilarious to him, so funny that he smacked the counter top. God, i can already feel a headache coming on.

"Aren't you supposed to know that, pig? He's Bonten's leader, you stupid bitch." He said with a grin, ever so gently throwing my plate into the sink with a loud clatter, making me cringe.

"Stop fucking playing so much, asshole. Dont you know who I am!? I could have your sorry ass in jail with a life sentence tomorrow, you-"

"Jesus. Am I gonna have to put tape over your mouth to get you to shut the fuck up?" He said before ever so gently grabbing my shoulders, spinning me around and shoving me so hard i almost lose balance. I knew he was strong, but Jesus. He did that without even putting much effort into it.

"Come on, go get dressed." He pat my shoulders.

"I-" "Change." He huffed, cutting me off. His voice went from sounding amused to being extremely irritated. My eye twitched. Who the hell does he think he is!?

"No. Im not going to your little clubhouse to play cops and robbers, asshole." I say with a huff, glaring at him over my shoulder, one that he returned very quickly.

In a split second, he was right next to me, and before I could even process what was happening, he grabbed a fist full of my hair before dragging me up my stairs and into my room. How he knew where my room was, I dont know. But thats kinda the least of my concerns right now.

"Dont make me do it for you." He said, making me narrow my eyes.

"You wouldn't."

"I would." He said, cocking an amused eyebrow and pushing me towards my closet before walking out. Dick head...