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Yoko

The agency was hectic when I got there. People running from room to room with papers and other folders. Case files.

Mariko was sitting at her dask avidly writing something down. When she stood up and walked toward me staring down at her phone I hid in the nearest room and watched her pass me to go outside.

A phonecall, to Ryu.

I followed behind her quietly to a nearby alley and listened into the phonecall.

"The buyer isn't much further from your position... Don't screw this up again Ryunosuke... You know what's at stake... Send him my regards."

As she walked back to the street I grabbed her neck and pinned her to the wall.

"Oh would you look at that. My loose end came running into my arms." She sneered.

"What happened to you?! Why did you have to resort to this?" I asked. Emotions were overflowing inside me. Running me ragged and making me dangerously uneasy as well. Something bad was going to happen today, what it was I had not the slightest clue.

"You happened Yoko. Dazai Osamu happened. Akutagawa Ryunosuke happened. Can't you see that? You took what I wanted with ease!"

Her words stung. If she felt so avidly about all that, she could have just told me at the time. I would have understood. We could have worked things out.

But it was too late for that now.

"Answer me one question Mariko. Why go through the trouble now? Is it really worth it?"

She smiled gripping my wrist tightly until I felt the bone snap. Pain ravaged through my body.

"I'm an assassin heart and soul Yoko. If this is effort, I should find a new line of work."

We used to be so similar, so close, it was like we were related. Then the competition of survival sunk in, and only one of us rose to the occasion.

Just like in that moment, as blood slid down my hand into a puddle it became a fight for survival.

Neither of us would stop until the other's body was cold and void of motion.

We must witness our opponent's downfall.