A Killer's Reputation| KageHina

Chapter Twelve

A/n wow this chapter is late... sorry! I had big writers block... I had to change some stuff in the last chapter because by the time I was halfway through this chapter I remembered about a contradiction so I had to change it. Hope you enjoy!

Kageyama had come back from that general meeting with his boss, now he was on his way home. A smile creeped on his lips, excited for the next day, to spend time with his sunshine. Once he took note of his seemingly creepy smile, the corners of his lips dropped. He wondered why he would be excited to spend his days with a killer, but that particular detail seemed faint. It wasn't until he heard a gunshot that he was reminded.

He ran ahead towards the sound of the gunshot and hoped that it wasn't who he thought it was. He reached an alleyway and quickly entered, only to see a bright orange. He quickly backed up and hid behind a wall, covering his mouth to steady his breathing. Though he was aware of the fact that his friend was a killer, a small part of him still wished it wasn't true.

"No use hiding Kageyama." He held his breath, the sudden chill in his voice making him nervous.  "I know you're there."

Don't lie to me.

Those words echoed in his head as he tried to think of something to say. He had nothing. Absolutely nothing. He turned on his heel, facing the opening before his took a step and revealed himself to the other. He took small breaths, attempting to hide his own fear. He always wondered why he was afraid of him. He dealt with other killers and such, powerful people, manipulators, and yet, this small high schooler terrified him.

He looked down at the victim, almost to pity him for doing something to piss the other off.  He looked down at the victim and felt the underlying dread expand.

"Hey Hinata?" He almost breathed out.  "Who did you kill?" He looked back at the supposed sunshine.

He could see that he was conflicted.  He could tell he knew he was supposed to feel terrible, but he could see him hold back a laugh, a grin, and struggle with trying to look normal.

Normal.  What the hell was normal at this point?

"Why do you ask?" A chill ran down his spine as he thought of his next words. If he found out about his profession, would he care?

"Hinata, who did you kill?"  The suspense was killing the poor assassin. His mind went elsewhere as he realized that he was to fail again. Fail once more and he would have to pay.

"Why do you need to know?" His growl caught the other's attention.  "Kageyama tell me."

It was too loud.  His heartbeat was booming, his chest feeling heavy.  He couldn't breathe and he wanted to kill him. He wanted to beat him to a pulp and have him beg for forgiveness.  As he took a step forward, he noticed the gun in hand.

He held back the need to scream.

"Why did you kill him...?" Hinata dropped his head.

"He was a thief. A petty," he kicked the lifeless body once, "little," twice,"thief," and one last time. He raised his head to look at his setter. "Why do you need to know?"

...

"Kageyama?"

...

"Tell me."

...

"TELL ME!"  Hinata raised his hand to threaten the other, only for him to be cut off by a hug.

"I was just, worried... Hinata please, I love you."  He leaned back to make eye contact with him.  "Do you think that I would ever lie to you? My one and only sunshine?" While he was stunned, Kageyama carefully grabbed the gun and put it away.