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love + guns - tamaki

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Word Count ; 517

Tamaki gulped loudly in a nervous attitude; as he watched you walk his way, your hair was styled up in a pony tail, and you were wearing a white baggy t-shirt and light blue jeans that hung tightly onto the skin of your legs, with a pair of orange Timberlands, you looked absolutely amazing, like you always did, your outfit fit you perfectly, and Tamaki could already smell your perfume.

It's a shame it has to go to waste.

Tamaki was, and still is, an assassin for one of the most secretive, powerful, and pursuasive companies in the world, the people who worked there were unknown to the people of the world who were unemployed there, it was a great paying job. Tamaki could receive a thousand dollars for killing one person, and one person only.

The blonde boy honestly didn't mind it, he didn't really care, it was extremely easy to get rid of the body, dispose of the weapons and the clothes he wore as he killed them, because you wouldn't guess how much human blood was splattered all over his belongings.

He never usually got nervous, but early in the morning, when he received the cream coloured file from his boss, he didn't think much of it, it was just another person he needed to kill, and once he got the money, he could spend it on you. As he opened the file, his breath hitched and his eyes grew wide, as the picture that was paper clipped onto the file was most definitely ー you.

"Is there a problem, Tamaki?" His boss asked, raising an eyebrow at him, Tamaki tried to find air to speak, attempting to calm himself down, his heart raced as he ran a hand through his blonde locks. It turns out, in the file it said you were another assassin, but he couldn't believe it, no, he wouldn't believe it. You couldn't be an assassin for the opposing company now, could you? The same girl who cooked meals for Tamaki with a bright smile actually killed people? It couldn't be.

"No, sir. I'll get right to it."

As Tamaki walked away from his boss' wooden desk, he thought, and started falling into the deep woods of his mind, and he grew sadder, as he realized, it all made sense now.

When you had left the house to go some where, you would come back in different clothes. Small bruises upon your face, as well as some cuts, some times you would leave without even saying goodbye. Some of the knives would be missing, and once they did, Tamaki could never find them.

It all made sense.

Tamaki once again, took a deep breath as you were extremely close to reaching him. He stood up to greet you, a revolver behind his back, and his finger on the cold, metal trigger.