(Warning!)
This chapter contains mentions of abuse, sexual harassment, self harm, and even death. Proceed with caution.
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"Moving?! What? Why?"
"I don't feel safe here anymore, we're leaving this building ASAP. Help me pack."
"All you did was look out the window and now you look like you've just stared death in the face. Tell me what you saw."
"I'll tell you when we're out of this place, right now we need to get the f*ck out of here."
"But I don't even have any clothes on!"
"Then put on some f*cking clothes!"
I felt around in my hoodie for anything that shouldn't be in there, then I felt a small square in my pocket. I pulled out a tiny black box with an antenna sticking out of the top.
"Is that...?"
"It's a bug, someone's been listening in to our conversations." I snapped the antenna off and threw it across the room, "Take all the clothes out of the closet and search each one for bugs."
"Wait, why would someone bug you? Did you get into trouble with the government or something?"
"No, why would you think that?"
"I can't think of any other reason why someone would bug-" Kanoe paused and cursed under his breath.
"What did you do?!"
"Just keep packing, we might need to move more quickly than I thought."
I swallowed my questions and ignored them, right now my priority is getting the hell out of here.
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"I know you have questions, so I'll answer them one at a time. Some of these you might not take very well, so you're just going to have to bear with me because I don't think you have another choice." Kanoe said, setting down our suitcases by the table. We had decided to stay at a hotel for the next few weeks until things cooled down at our current apartment.
"Tell me everything you know, I want the answers to everything."
"As you wish. A few deaths back, I spent the night with a guy I met in a club. He was a great guy, but it was just a one night stand. It didn't mean anything. But he took it the wrong way and he got angry with me, ending up in a large fight where he pulled a knife on me. I didn't mean to end his life, it was a reflex. He lunged, I got out of the way and pushed him onto the ground so I could restrain him. He hit his head on the stairs and died from the impact."
"How does this answer any of my questions?"
"Well, he was the son of a very large mafia member in Tokyo. And since I killed his son, he immediately went after my head."
"So, the severed artery and calves..."
"Are the mafia's signature. So I'm assuming someone saw us go out at some point and realized I'm not really dead, leading them to you as well."
"The mafia, are you kidding me? You're telling me that you pissed off the mafia and now they're coming for us?!"
"I didn't know he was a mafia leader's son, If I had I wouldn't have slept with him!"
"I'm gonna die, aren't I?"
"No, I won't let that happen. We just need a plan and maybe I could get us out unscathed, I promise you we'll live through this."
"I can't say I trust you on that, but there's nothing else we can do now. If I die, at least I'll die an interesting death."
"Oi, don't talk like that. I'm sure we'll figure something out."
I put my head in my hands and let out an exhausted exhale. My life hasn't ever really meant much to me, ever since I was in secondary school the other kids would treat me badly because I had a feminine appearance. They'd insult me, make me do their homework, steal my lunch money, and make me get into trouble with the teachers.
It only got worse when I got into my first year of high school. Other male students would sexually harass me, beat me up after school, and spread rumors that destroyed everyone's faith in me. I had no one, nobody to lean on or tell my problems to. The counselors didn't help, it felt like talking to a brick wall and even then I was too scared to report them because I'd get hurt even worse.
In college I just put a hood over my head and continued mindlessly moving forward with no idea where I was going, that was until I discovered medical examining. It sounded fun, so I decided to make that my purpose. As far as I was concerned, I could be as aggressive as I wanted and nobody would've cared since they were already dead. It became my way of venting, I poured all my emotion into my scalpel and made a decent pay each month.
I don't really have parents, they lived in a separate world from mine until the day they died. Whenever I came home from school they were almost never there, and when they were home they'd be too busy doing 'other' things to pay attention the their internally dying son. Instead they sent me a few thousand yen to make up for it.
I didn't bother attending the funeral, if I'd ended my life when I had the chance I knew they wouldn't come anyway.
And now here I am, asleep on the couch in a cheap hotel miles away from my apartment with Kanoe still breathing down my back.
I gotta say, I didn't expect life to go this way at all. If anything, I thought I'd end up deceased by my own hands. But I can't die now, I have to clear this little idiots' name first before I can truly rest. And even then, I'm not sure I'll still want to. I guess Kanoe really did a number on me in such a short amount of time.
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"They moved from the apartment and took out all the bugs I left in their clothes, what now?"
"It seems we have another immortal on our case, kill the blonde and bring the dark haired one to me. If I can't kill him, then I'll make him wish he were dead."