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The Assassin, Chapter One

The day before tomorrow.

Beyond Birthday. Assassinated. Mikami Teru. Assassinated.

Yagami Raito. Primary Target.

He flicks a finger on the white envelope before he unhurriedly tears the rim that has a name in print on it, Yagami Raito, to read. Revealing a thin piece of paper, he then tediously elevates two fingers and pulls out the flat sheet, fingering it up to his face as he abnormally examines the philosophical depiction.

His obsidian eyes narrow unconsciously at the brief profile of his new object. Cinnamon unruffled hair. Amber eyes, almost nearly to burnt sienna. Pale reddish lips that has warped a little. Toned and fair complexion. A striking charisma and magnetism. A posture of utter allurement.

His own eyes are slowly flaring, and it has to be a history since this is the first time an object catches his attention. His new object is such a beauty, a typical kind of handsomeness, a pluperfect composure, and has the unwavering aura flows upon the contours of his face.

His amber eyes knock his mind. He saw something on them that flickers like an unstoppable ambitious firefly, something that shows he wants to own the world, an eye full of proud and egoism. Narcissist? Ah, there must be some precise word for it. Godlike.

Such a waste though.

He feels a vibration underneath his pocket pants, holding the flat sheet with two fingers, and the other free hand slides inside his pocket and grabs for the phone. Bringing it up to his ear, with his unorthodox habitual two-finger way of grip –as if the phone is disgusting to touch—a monotonic, mechanical voice is then heard from the other line,

"This is M,"

"Serial name RX1178111000001 speaking," he answers in a monotone way.

"Okay, RX1178111000001, did you get the envelope?"

"Just call me RX, for your convenience," he says, and though he has not seen it, he feels like the person on the other line did just scorn at him.

"RX, do you now have the envelope? Did you follow the map precisely?" enquires the mechanical-voice interactive client, giving emphasis to his shortened code-name.

"Yes," he glides the sheet back inside the envelope, he folded the slit portion and runs his tongue alongside with it, as if his wet saliva would serve as paste. "Awful." he mumbles at the taste. He feels a sudden churning inside his stomach, an urging desire makes him want to run the nearest convenience store and buy some sweet cakes, strawberry cakes.

"Good." a secondly pause here, "I want a clean work and more importantly, I want him dead as soon as possible."

"My performance is excellent especially when the payment is good,"

"I deem you haven't read all, the superb payment is clearly stated there,"

"I'm afraid to say, M, but you seem to forget the attachment of disbursement and the bargain details. I am eighty-five percent sure, I did not miss any form of essential information that might lead to my means of destruction. Payment is the first I lay my eyes on, M. And, as you must know, I do not accept clients and assignments that couldn't attain my standards of emolument."

"Okay, just give me an address to where I can send the payment details, as well as the first cash installment."

"An assassin has no permanent address," he says, "just do the same way you did, drop the additional to a specific location and I'll be the one to get it."

"I don't want to risk my reputation, once is enough, but in order to have this work done, okay. A number is attached inside, it's the number where you can call me next,"

"I got it," he says,

"One more thing, I demand you to accomplish this before the week ends."

"Very well," he answers, and then he ends the line. He opens the phonecase and pulls out the subscriber-identity-module card, using his candle-shaped fingers he then tears it apart, satisfied, and throws the SIM less phone in the depths of the street watercourse.

Now, it is time to find the Yagami boy's residence.

Before that nonetheless, he must pursue first his own sweet enthusing period, he is on the verge of sweet mastication and he needs cake for better calculations. Lots of sweets. Strawberries, enviably.

The day after yesterday.

He stands there, up high in the 300-meter/984 foot-high building in the central Kanto, facing north to Yagami's current apartment house, just meters away. Long rifle is set at the end perimeter of the building, and a De Lisle carbine is hang on his right shoulder, it is one of his favorite guns, and one of those you can't easily get.

His body is curve with the head down and his shoulders forward, he is holding a mini telescope on his left hand, holding it between his thumb and forefinger in an odd way, and to be precise, a cherry is stuck on his mouth, slightly chewing it.

His white loose shirt and baggy pants are concealed underneath his black overcoat, wearing said overcoat disgusts him but has considered the verity that it helps concealing his other pointed equipments. And candies, you may add.

His feet are itching under his pair of sneakers and, oh how he wants to get rid of it and toss it away, far from him, far from his normally shoeless feet. Since he needed to do this, he is force to wear unusual clothes and has to endure its comfortlessness, itchy clothing entire textures, darn it. This is the part where he hated it most, the assassination, where he must wear shoes, overcoat, and other form of stupid disguises.

"I want sugars," he mumbles.

As he chewed the cherry fully, it is then he realises that he forgot to bring a bagful of sugar, where indeed he needed it most to make his mind and sight function impeccably. His strong cravings for sweets and sugars are beyond the limit of any norm humanity, but for him, sugars are his life.

It is that train of thought, that he makes notice a frame of man together with some colleagues' right in front of his object's apartment. He tip-toed a bit and bring the mini telescope up to his eyes, fits it on his pallid feature and takes a careful sight and observation to afar below.

Viewing his rear view, he chuckles. His new object has finally arrived.

Through his telescope he can see clearly how his object looks, uh, pretty damn handsome. The picture and the real thing are perfectly alike and detailed, and his object's deceptive stance is quite a lot opposite to the way he posture. Well, he admits he has a bad body posture.

His telescope is one of a kind, it can view an object from a great distance as if it's the real thing, wholly detailed and has a distinct precision. Even the smallest beetle has detailed capture from great distance.

When his object turns, his telescope then takes his full front physique, he blinks, and he has taken aback. He then enlarges his eyes to make his view wider and precise. Just then, he stunned. He saw something on him that was never been particular to any other persons, something odd that almost similar to his own.

His amber eyes are almost fictitious, pretty orbs but have a wide emptiness, cold and at the same time, it is bemusing. His smile on his colleagues is stunningly beautiful but it is a false pretense, a false smile. He is sure about it, after dealing with so many people and other particular fields, he is ninety-nine point nine percent knowledgeable about anything. Specifically, to people's behavior and swings of mood.

When his colleagues were gone and had left his new object alone on the open field, he clutched the barrel of his De Lisle carbine on his shoulder. He steps forward to where his long rifle was set, grabs the holder and positions himself, hands start reloading. Well, his new object seems causing a delay for his task. He almost forgot for a few seconds the reason why he was here. The assassin, must after all, makes his job well done.

"Such a waste," he gritted his cherry flavored teeth.

He disarms the carbine and take replace of the long rifle on his right shoulder, positioning his eyesight on its built-in mini telescope, he makes a clear sighting of his object's profile—he is going to make a headshot. For real.

He grips the gun. But he feels like his hands are actually shaking, then he sighs.

One. Two. Three.

Damn it, just pull the trigger! He can hear his own cursing words rumbling around inside his perturb brain. It is unusual for him not to fire after the counts of three, what's happening? He hisses.

He is about to click and pull the trigger when his object turns his head towards his direction, his eyes are unfathomable as they roll suspiciously towards the building where he is currently staying, and then he almost jumps out when those amber eyes finally directed its sight to him! No, not to him, but to the gun's built-in telescope. There's no way he could see him, right? It's that the object has notice his farthest position, how can it be in the first place.

It's weird. It's unexplainable by science however, their eyes have seemingly meet through the built-in telescope, and he feels something like 'conscience' embedded through him. It's uncanny.

He sighs. Those amber eyes have caught his attention. Glancing once at the prominent figure below, he disarms the long rifle as he shakes his head, dropping down his shoulders in a total surrender. He quickly stands up , in a slouch position, and pushes his hand inside his cloak pocket grabbing a handful of sweet candies flavored strawberry, unwraps all of it and impatiently bringing all into his mouth and anxiously gnawing, munching and licking all of it. He is absolutely pissed.

He. Cannot. Kill. The. Innocent. Boy. Damn it!

Licking his bottom lip, savoring the last melted candy into his mouth, he then stupefies. At this moment, he certainly is pissed to himself. Then he puts a thumb to his mouth, thinking, and analyzing every inch of data and feasibilities he could ever imagine. Adding all up the calculations and scheming the possible distinct outcomes and theorized solutions, digging deeply into his prodigy brain, he then at last meet his last resolve.

And then he exclaims, "I need cakes!"

The Moment Later after That Certain Hour.

Raito hears a hard, noisily knock on his door. He frown his brows as the knocking continues, the impact almost rocking his door off, and so, he gets up to his feet and grudgingly walks towards the freaking door. "Who is it this time," he hissed.

He leans his face closer to the hole on his door, confirming the unexpected visitor. But he almost jumps out, no, in fact, he jerks out when a pair of wideee (prolong here) obsidian eyes meet his gaze on the hole, and to add more surprise, those dark prominent folds of skin beneath his eyes creeps him a bit.

The weird man draws one-step backwards outside his door and then Raito narrows his eyes when the unknown guest smiles at him. Blinking his eyes many times, Raito then saw the man signaling him to open the door, to which he obediently complies, instinctively.

He opens the door and a man clad with a loose white shirt, baggy black pants, and a…wait, is he walking barefoot??? Damn, he's shoeless!!!

He stands firmly and decides to hide the sudden shock that this man has implied to him, he even needs to lower a bit because the man is arching his back, "How may I help you?" Raito enquires, trying to sound as polite. He is certain the man is some sort of a beggar, or perhaps a newspaper boy, or else, a janitor—if you just to base in his appearance. Plus, he absolutely doesn't have an idea who this man is, and he didn't expect any visitors this day. Moreover, he's living all alone in this apartment. So, who could this be?

"Could Raito-kun please allow me in before I answer his sincere question?" he puts a thumb into his mouth, and Raito (though was shock) finds him sensual and inviting in that act, and the thought suddenly disgust him. And wait, did this man had mention his name?

"Do I know you?" Raito asks, a confuse expression is contouring his face.

"Raito-kun doesn't know my name, but I know his." he answers, pulling a large and big wheeled case behind him, then he manage to allow himself stepping inside Raito's apartment before the boy could even react. The tousled man then rolled his obsidian eyes around the room, praising the cleanliness and orderliness.

"Raito-kun's apartment is quite impressive,"

"Excuse me, I'm asking who the hell are you? Do you need something from me, speak it out." Raito says, shutting the door behind him very slowly.

"I need nothing from Raito-kun, well, actually there is, but only little. But Raito-kun needs me terribly." he turns his eyes upon him, ogling Raito from his head to toe, his stares are somewhat making Raito shiver inside.

"Okay, stop joking. What exactly are you doing in my house, I don't even know you." Raito crosses his arms.

"Raito-kun can call me in my name. And since Raito-kun has caught my eyes, he is the only person who's allowed to call me that way," he unhands the big case and went closer to Raito, when inches apart, he leans closer to his face, eyes widen in a creepy way, making Raito feels like seeing a real live ghost.

"Do you want to know my name, Raito-kun?"

"The hell I care! I don't know you, just get out already." Raito exclaims, stepping away from the man's eerie stares.

"Oh, perhaps Raito-kun must know already. He should not yell nor raise his tone against me, or else, I might do something he does not expect. That is quite a deal, okay, Raito-kun?" he smiles widely.

"Okay, what is this name you call yourself? And what the hell are you doing in my house, the hell where did you get my name???!" his voice is irksome now, as he takes a seat on the couch, crossing his legs. Amber eyes glaring suspiciously at the stranger whose eyes never parted from him, its like he is ogling him with lust, perverted way.

"Ryuuzaki. Raito-kun can call me Ryuuzaki,"

"Well, Ryuuzaki, do you mind to explain your sudden existence here?"

"I'm applying to become Raito-kun's personal bodyguard." Ryuuzaki says candidly. Raito's eyes are widening impossibly.

"What?"

"No, not applying, but in fact, Raito-kun must allow me to stay here because I am now officially declaring as his personal bodyguard." Ryuuzaki says, nibbling his thumb and the seductive behavior almost stunned Raito on his seat. Somehow, Raito realises that despite of Ryuuzaki's weird behavior, he finds him so seductive at his gestures.

"I don't need a bodyguard Ryuuzaki, damn it." Raito informs.

"I can become anything Raito-kun wants rather than being a bodyguard," Ryuuzaki seems inviting him, but Raito did just scowls at him.

"No, thanks Ryuuzaki."

"But Raito-kun's life is now in the brink of dangerous episode, I was informed that someone is after your life. I can be of any help, and I can assure Raito-kun that I am skilled at everything." Raito flinches when he saw a lustful spark that resides Ryuuzaki's eyes the moment he said that.

"Danger? Me? That's absurd Ryuuzaki." he averted his eyes.

"Raito-kun must allow me to stay until I prove to him that what I said is true, I want to help Raito-kun at any means. And I can help him find out who's the person behind his planned assassination."

"Assassination?!"

"Yes, Raito-kun. Do you want me to spell it for you?"

"Damn no. I mean, what are you talking about, I'm being chased by an assassin? How did you know about that?"

"I have informants, Raito-kun. And it appears to be that you are being targeted, and since we're neighbors and I want you to become my friend, I would gladly willing to help. And protect you."

"Neighbors? This is the first time I ever saw your face, and now you're claiming we're neighbors? Your alibis do not match at all."

"I live next door since yesterday Raito-kun, and since I'm not capable of socializing I remain inside my room the whole day."

Raito sighs. He knows he's making alibis, which is so obviously not acceptable at all, plus, Ryuuzaki seems to be saying it intentionally, not because he wanted him to believe it, but because Ryuuzaki wanted him to suspect him. Suspecting Ryuuzaki would lead him to allow him stay in the house under his supervision, until he finds prove to his hypothesis about 'assassination.' Ryuuzaki is wanting something from him.

"In exchange of what," Raito says, now matching Ryuuzaki's lustful stares with a serious one, what's in his way of talking by the way? Always saying 'Raito-kun' instead of a simple 'you'. He's weird.

"I know you want something, Ryuuzaki."

"If I speak out my wants, would Raito-kun promise me that he would certainly give it to me, anytime that I needed it?" his eyes are flickering.

"Yes," he answers, not realising something.

"Every time I desires for it, Raito-kun?"

"Yes."

"What I want Raito-kun gives?" Raito nods and then he exclaims happily,

"Then it's settled! I'm going to protect Raito-kun with my entire life and help him find out the person who wants to kill him!"

"Now, what's it you actually want, Ryuuzaki?"Raito put emphasis on his words. He knows for certain, and in a very strange way, that Ryuuzaki is aiming something that he really wants from the very beginning. It's odd. It's the first time they meet each other, talk to each other, but somehow, Raito feels like he had met Ryuuzaki long before. As if, they knew each other already.

"Raito-kun seems can read my mind, I like it." Ryuuzaki licks his bottom lip, and Raito feels like moaning just by the seductive action.

"Raito-kun knows I want something very badly,"

"Yes, Ryuuzaki. That's why you are here, right?"

"Certainly." Ryuuzaki says.

"Then what is it?"

"I want some…" Ryuuzaki slides his thumb into his mouth, licking and nibbling it, as if he thought his finger is lollipop, Raito moan slightly at the back of his throat, seeing such sexy proceeds, and then he shrugs.

I'm not gay, damn it!

"…cakes Raito-kun. I want a lot of sweet cakes." he continues, and Raito on the other side of the couch, did widen his eyes unbelievably at Ryuuzaki.

The Day Ends That Way. And His Mission? Failed.

For A Certain Reason.