𝟙 𝟎

                                    

                                          
Sanzu ended up spoiling you by buying you expensive clothes and handbags. Stuff that you didn't really buy when you were with Yamato as you didn't want him to question where the money came from.
                          
And then he drove you near the beach, the starry sky was a beautiful sight as he kissed you again.
                          
The two of you made out in the car as he unwillingly returned you to your brothers' house.
                          
Signing, you were soaking yourself in a bath, tired from the railing and pounding he gave you. At least your brothers haven't pointed out the way you were walking. Stretching your sore legs, you got out of the bath and flipped open a locked drawer, you made sure your bedroom door was locked as you checked the ammunition of your guns.
                          
Yawning, you wrote a message for Kisayo, getting her to hand you more ammunition when her chauffeur picks you up on Friday.
                          
Friday-
You sat at the back of the car, wearing a black wig as your right eye was covered with a eyepatch. The chauffeur doesn't speak to you as you topped up your gun ammunition. 
                          
Slowly, the elevator brings you to the top of the roof. The evening wind was cold but your clothes shielded your thin frame from the harsh wind. 
                          
Kisayo stands at the edge of the roof, hands stretched out. She knows you're here.
                          
"I heard you got a new lover." She says, voice loud as your eye narrowed.
                          
"As your teacher, I know I shouldn't be saying much but if he's Bonten's number 2 then you should really shield yourself from him." 
                          
You remained silent. She was your teacher, mother, a important figure of your life. She was the one who saved you from the abyss of hell.
                          
To you, she was like the Mikey to Sanzu. A god, a idol, a Queen that you worshipped and respected. 
                          
"When you were dating Yamato I knew you could handle him. But if it's Haruchiyo, will you be able to kill him when he breaks your heart?" She turns around, her golden eyes enhancing her beauty even more as you bowed. 
                          
Even Kisayo knows the manipulative and violent nature of Bonten's mad dog. 
                          
"I will." 
                          
"Heh. Good. Let's start the job shall we?" Her sweet voice wafted into your ears as you nodded your head obediently.
                          
This time the request was a bit different, you were to kill a guy and bomb the art museum, the pay was a lot higher than normal.
                          
It was a whooping sum of 1 billion yen. 
                          
Your hands shook as Kisayo was already starting to steal certain documents while you waltzed into a office. The poor guy working overtime doesn't even wake up as you sliced his throat. Making it painless and quick as you shuffled with the bombs given to you. 
                          
Kisayo messages you that she was done with her job. And will be waiting for you at the lower levels when she's done planting her bombs.
                          
Walking out of the office, you glanced at the huge origami paper boats hanging from the ceiling.
                          
You had came here with your brothers when you were younger too, even took Sanzu here when he visited Roppongi.
                          
It was nostalgic really, too bad you had to destroy part of your childhood. 
                          
Signing a bit, you were going to meet with Kisayo when someone hits you with a porcelain vase. The shards shattering around your head as you whipped about and stabbed the person. 
                          
The woman cries out in pain, her emerald green eyes widening in fear as she realizes you've stabbed her in the heart, she'll die soon. You pulled the dagger out, leaving her on the ground as you awaited her death.
                          
"You won't get away with this." She whispers, blood spilling out of her mouth. 
                          
"My father will know of this and have your head!" She yells as you sliced her neck to prevent her from making more noises.
                          
When the light finally leaves her eyes, you jumped down several staircases to find Kisayo. She was holding a small black bag that was fireproof and waterproof.
                          
Must be the documents.
                          
"You took longer than expected. Oh? Did he put a fight? Your head is bleeding." She points out as you didn't try touching it to avoid blood staining your hands.
                          
"Target didn't put up a fight. But this girl snuck up on me and smashed my head with a vase." You answered.
                          
"Killed?"
                          
"Yes."
                          
"Good. Let's get out of here while we can." You followed Kisayo closely, reaching the car that awaited you two as her driver drove you back to her mansion.
                          
You watched as the tower became smaller and smaller, Kisayo activates the switch in her hands and the upper part of the building explodes. 
                          
A part of you dies with it, you were an artist after all, and to see and know those artworks have been destroyed, your heart pained.
                          
But you weren't the type to wear your emotions on your sleeve, you sat back as Kisayo guides you to her medication room that was separated from the mansion as it was a older traditional type of Japanese house.
                          
The Shoji doors open again, Kisayo now in a dark kimono as she kneels behind you.
                          
You laid down, placing your head in a bucket of water as she washes your hair to separate the wig from your hair as the blood had dried, sticking them together.
                          
"Mother." You whispered, Kisayo's hands stilled. Her hands trembled a little but stilled as she smiles at you. 
                          
"Am I really that much of a mother figure to you?" She boops your nose, the wig coming off as she pours more warm water to clean the crimson blood from your white hair.
                          
"You were from the very day you saved me from those bastards." You whispered, your hands guided hers to your wound as she spots it.
                          
She dries your hair gently, letting you sit back up as she pours a transparent liquid into some crushed herbs, stirring it as a servant in a yukata pours you some tea which you accepted. 
                          
Your hands tightened around the Kutani teacup as she rubbed the herbal mixture onto your wound. She released a breath when she was finally done.
                          
"Go home now. This is for your wound." She passes you the remaining mixture that was pushed into a small container.
                          
She pulls you into a hug, her geta shoes making her taller than you as you hugged her back.
                          
"I'm proud to be your mother." She whispered, a warm feeling enters your cold heart as you were driven back home.
                          
TBC