Akaashi Keiji worked alone. It's how it has been for so many years now. He built a life for himself; the apartment he owns, the cash in his bank account--all of it. It didn't matter how dirty his hands got, he really didn't care at this point. He wo...
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"Are you sure no one saw?"
"Yes, sir."
Akaashi woke up to unfamiliar voices, his vision blurry and unstable. He blinked numerous times to try and get it to go back the way it was. The only light source in the room was the one hanging right above him. Trying to assess what was happening, he noticed he was tied to a chair, hands behind his back and his feet were tied together as well. His shoulders were aching and he could feel the rope digging painfully into his skin. He figured he must have been in the same position for a long time now. Memories of what happened came rushing back to him and as if on cue, a small spot on the side of his neck started to sting. His first thought was to panic, but he immediately stopped himself by taking quiet deep breaths and rationalizing his thoughts. Calm down and think. That's what he needed to do. Before he could even get the chance to look around, "Ah, you're awake." Snapping his head to turn where the voice came from, Akaashi was met by a person he had seen maybe once or twice, he wasn't really sure. He was currently overthinking and his mind wouldn't work properly, unsure of what was happening and what he should do.
"Why am I here."
He had never been kidnapped before, but that didn't mean there hadn't been any attempt in the past. Being an assassin really didn't guarantee anyone any kind of safety and it was natural that other people would come for his throat just after he came for someone else's. He expected it, that any day he could be in serious trouble, which is why he was always so vigilant, so careful. He sharpened his senses for the sole reason that he could look out for himself, because no one else would. Akaashi was mad for letting his guard down for even a minute and he almost blamed himself for the whole thing. Almost. Questions filled Akaashi's mind as well as different emotions that he hadn't really experienced on a certain level before, and he was trying to figure out which one he was going to take care of first. Taking another quiet deep breath, he watched as the man with the light-colored hair grab a chair and sit down across from him. He offered a smile and it was then Akaashi finally remembered who he was.
Komori Motoya. Itachiyama.
Akaashi remembered Komori from a few months back, when he was hired by Sakusa Kiyoomi to kill a french CEO for not holding up his end of the bargain. It was a decent encounter. Komori was quiet with a smile on his face, Sakusa was straightforward. He explained what he wanted, clearly, even through his face mask, and clarified any part Akaashi might be confused with. Akaashi completed the job with no questions asked and he was given the payment he was promised. It went smoothly, just like every other job he had done. This only confused him even more as he couldn't tell what they wanted from him; he didn't screw up, he's pretty damn sure he hasn't killed anyone from their gang yet, so why was he here? Komori, as if reading his mind, let out a dark chuckle as he sat back, "You really have no idea why you're here, Nalani?"
