Criminalistic love - A Kiribaku fanfic

~*§ 1. Margarita §*~

It had been a week since the mission, and two days since he had received a text from this 'Eijirou'.

That's right,

This dude (who seemed to be around my age) had my number.

How he got it? I'll never know.

He had texted me, saying he'd like to meet me again sometime. I said I'd think about it.

Look,

I'm not stupid, even I know this isn't smart, but here I am, walking to the address he sent me.

I knew it wasn't safe, but it's like this guy had casted a spell on me, and quite frankly I don't care.

I inhaled as I began to walk into the older parts of town, filled with decorative antique shops and inviting atmosphere. The air here was clean, yet smelled of the nearby food stands and restaurants that lined the road.

I would of been lying if I said I wasn't relaxed, the soft warm winds, the setting sun behind me, which casted a warm glow over the whole street, which made the scene look like a piece of art, it was so very calm that I almost completely forgot about what I had come here to do.

My phone vibrated in my back pocket, informing me that I had arrived at said destination. I was stopped a couple meters from a sunlit bar, which seemed practically empty, yet I instantly recognized the head of red hair inside.

Taking a breath, and put my phone back inside my pocket and approached the bar, anxiety starting to creep into the back of my mind with every step I took closer to the stairs, yet I pushed it away and walked up the small stairs and the outdoor porch, before entering the windowless bar and walking up to him.

The stress faded, just like it did that day, as soon as he caught my eye.

He was wearing dark-grey used jeans, a black unzipped leather jacket over his burgundy hoodie with white strings, leather shoes and to top it all off, an old dogtag, which reflected the setting suns glow.

"I honestly didn't think you'd show." He said with a smirk, starring directly into Katsuki's soul.

Normally he would of taken this as a taunt, yet his tone of voice was welcoming, joking, friendly.

His lip twitched upward in a smile. "Honestly I still don't know why I'm here, but I'm no pussy."

Eijirou snorted at the comment. "Bet."

I sat down, a waitress walked over and asked us a drink, i was about to deny it, since I'm underage, but Eijiro spoke first.

"A margarita and rum please." He not bothering to glance at her. She noted it and left, not stopping to question Katsuki.

"H-Hey, I shouldn't even be in here yknow." Katsuki pointed out.

Eijirou flashed him a smile. "Don't sweat it, I had my first drink at fourteen." Katsuki raised his eyebrows. "Plus, margaritas aren't even that strong, it's perfect for your first." He added.

"Right.." Katsuki glanced outside, taking in the atmosphere.

Eijirou had other ideas though.

"Sooo, you're the one who won the sports fest right? Impressive."

Katsuki grunted in response, he didn't want to be reminded of that.

He turned his gaze back to him. "How old are you anyways?" He raised an eyebrow in question.

"Eighteen, and your almost seventeen." It was Katsuki's turn to snort, "yeah thanks for reminding me."

This made Eijirou laugh, and god it sent a wave of euphoria though him, he felt warm, the strong sun setting everything ablaze with a blinding golden glow, the comfort started settling in.

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"Here you go" she set down the drinks, Katsuki's looked pleasant to the eye, and Eijirou's smelled strongly of alcohol.

"Thanks." He might be a hothead, but he's got manners.

Meanwhile, Eijirou's attention was set completely on Katsuki.

Once the waitress left, Katsuki sniffed his drink, it smelled of citrus with a small touch of.. sugar?

"Mm.. smells good." He said, his cute face focused on his drink, holding it with care.

"Try it, I think you'll love it." He said, screaming at the butterflies in his stomach to calm down.

He picked up the glass, aware of Eijirou's gaze on him, and took a sip.

His eyes instantly lit up, and he took another, more confident one. This made Eijirou chuckle, glad to know Katsuki was enjoying it, and sipped his rum.

They chatted for a while, and as the sun began to set, Katsuki had finally found the courage to ask Eijirou.

"So an assassin, huh? Tell me about it." Katsuki said, his half-lidded gaze starring into his very core.

Eijirou paused for a moment, trying to find the words.

"Well y'see, I'm no hero, hell, not even close. But I don't see myself as a villain, I'd never hurt an innocent person unless I had to." He spoke with honesty, and Katsuki could tell, so he listened.

"I usually go after villains, not heroes. But I wouldn't hesitate to hurt one if it got in the way of a mission." Katsuki felt like Eijirou was leaving something out. "But what about the 'assassin' part? What do you do?"

Eijirou began to hesitate, not knowing how to bring it up to a "future hero" like Katsuki.

"Ah, well..."

"Well?"

"I dispose of them, simple."

"Dispose?"

"Kill, Katsuki."