My lover, my assassin

Chapter 26

Nagisa's Pov

The water turned red as I washed my hands in the basin. I had stripped off my shirt and jacket which had both been soaked in my targets blood. As I cleaned my hands I looked at my reflection, trying to find something in there, to trigger a memory. I saw the red haired man yelling at me, calling a name. 

Nagisa he had said. I searched through my brain trying to make myself remember something, anything but there was nothing. It was like a fog was covering everything. I couldn't remember anything, not even my own name. 

I heard the door open but I knew who it would be and kept washing my hands.

"How are you feeling?"

I heard the person stop at the bathroom door as I turned off the tap and dried my hand turning around to see a man leaning against he doorframe with strawberry blonde hair and bright purple eyes. those eyes were roving over my body, taking in the scars there and lingering on my waist before flickering back to meet my gaze.

"I'm fine Asano. He didn't even know I was there."

I brushed past him and into the small room that had been given to me. it only contained a bed and bag was on the ground with my clothes in it. I dug around until I found a spare shirt and slipped it on.

"That isn't what I was talking about. did you know that red head?"

I gave Asana a what-do-you-think look and he shrugged his shoulders, sitting beside me on the edge of the bed.

"Well he called out to you. He seems to know you."

"I didn't get anything back. I don't know him. If I did before," I simply shrugged and I felt his eyes soften as he looked at me.

"You could track him down. See what he knows."

"Without your father finding out?"

He flinched as I mentioned his father, the man who had us both on a leash.

Almost a month ago Asano had found me washed up on the beach near where he was staying. I was covered in blood, a deep gash down the side of my head and a stab wound in my thigh. He had taken me in and took care of my wounds. When I had woken up I didn't have any memories of my life. The doctor he had taking care of me said it was probably from my head wound and hopefully it would just come back with time. 

Asano had let me stay with him for a few days. It was a few days after I had woken up when somebody broke into the house. Three men, armed with knives came for Asano where he was sitting beside me, talking. My body had just moved and I somehow killed the three men. I had clearly been trained in battle and Asano had been worried but not for his life but for mine. He told me that his father was the leader of a mafia family. If he knew about what I could do he would want to use me. He covered for me and had someone clean up the bodies but someone had spilled the beans and I was taken to meet Asano's father. In the few days that I had known the young man I had seen he was confident and had no fear but when we reached the office he had gone pale. He was terrified of his father. 

We had been led up into the office where I met the man. he looked just like Asano, the same hair and eyes but his held no trace of light or laughter. They were cold and calculating as he stared at me. Just like Asano had feared his father wanted me put to use. To take out men who where a risk to his business. Asano had argued against it, saying I might have family or friends looking for me or if I was part of this world that somebody would come looking for me and if they did they might not like that I had been made to kill for someone else. 

I hadn't even seen his father move but suddenly Asano was on the ground, holding his stomach and gagging from the blow. I saw his father move to strike him again and like before my body moved on its own and I shielded him. The boss had beaten me but I had refused to move from covering Asano and then he had reached his decision. Asano was given the job of taking down a mercenary group who was holding up in his city and he was to use me. If he failed he would be beaten and I would be killed.