The Princess and The Devil - Karma Akabane x OC

AFTER STORY: PART 1

3 years; Hime and Karma are 31 years old

A red-haired man with his hair slicked back pushes his fine gold-framed glasses back on the bridge of his nose as he twirls his wrist to look at his wristwatch. It was past his lunch break and he is very sure his beloved wife would have already reached home by now. Karma Akabane sighs as he tosses a black file he has been correcting the past few hours aside and leans back on his chair before massaging his temples. It sometimes baffles him as to how does one even get into the bureau of Japan's economy deliver such trash to his table after going through the same exams and training as he. He could have gotten a nice meal with his very much lovely wife if it weren't for the paperwork.

He was about to reach for the phone when he feels like someone was watching him from a distance. He could never mistake the intense bloodlust for anything especially when it has been going on for the past week. When he turns around, the window behind him displays a jungle of concrete – skyscrapers and a lot of blind spots. Taking out his phone, he pretends to be busy when actually, he was reaching out to Kamakura.

K.A

Tempura-san, Karma here. Please check any suspicious people within my vicinity. In a 500m radius from here, floor 30-50.

Milo Kamakura is currently working directly under Karasuma-san in the Ministry of Defense alongside Irina in various parts of the world. He has recently returned to Japan after a 5-year long mission and the first person he wants to see is Hime but she wasn't around this meeting the red-haired boy instead. During the meeting, he too felt like he was being watched when he discreetly looks around the restaurant oblivious to Karma's sharp intuition. "You felt it too, right?" He asks.

"How long have you noticed?"

"Since the first day, this man was sent to me." Karma keeps his cool as he sips on his café au lait. "Tempura-san, I am very sure this bloodlust can only be sported by a fellow hitman." Kamakura's eyes turn cold at the mention of an assassin.

"How can you be so sure?"

"How can I not?" And Kamakura became quiet before promising the red-haired that he will aid in whatever information Karma might need for the assassin.

"Why didn't you just strike him down?"

"I want to know why he's here in the first place".

Ping

Karma glances down to his phone at the sound as he runs his hand to touch his undercut with his left hand. His wedding ring shines when it hits the sun as he uses his other hand to open the message.

Tempura

I have canceled out the majority of the people who have no suspicious background. There are only 4 people whose identities are unknown. I will have Ritsu send the files to you.

K.A

Thank you, Tempura-san.

Karma exits the small room of his office and informs his secretary he's leaving the office for a little breather and calls his wife. Karma unbuttons his blazer and takes it off before neatly folding it over his arm. Hime picks up his call within 2 rings and it makes him smile even bigger. "Hello, beautiful. Are you at home?" He asks, pressing the down button. His gold eyes watch how the number above the elevators seem to stuck at floors 56 and 50 respectively and sighs inwardly.

"I just reached home. Why?"

"I'll see you in 20 minutes at Muramatsu's udon branch near our home."