"So why do I have to come along?", Daichi grumbled as he swatted away the hands that were urging him along. "It's not like I want to help you."
"Bait." Checking over his appearance in the mirror of the car.
"What?"
"You made it so obvious that she's close to you, I don't want her to run away after beating anymore of my men." Slamming the door shut and eyeing the Black Land Rover with subtle interest.
"Why would you bring YOUR men- a bunch of middle aged yakuza's, to pick up a seventeen year old girl?" Cringing slightly at the image.
"So I'm bait for Akari? What is she a rabbit?"
"Do Rabbits slash people with pens?" Chuckling darkly.
"Shut the hell up." He whispered, gritting his teeth as someone from the front desk watched them cautiously.
Mr. Asano's demonic beauty, with the subtle streaks of red in his black-brown hair and taut body
made him a stark contrast to the scholarly air surrounding Daichi.
"Hello I'm a Daichi Hanazaki from Ueno Orphanage For Girls, I was hoping I could meet with Akari Hanazaki regarding something." Giving a kind smile as he slightly bowed, handing over his business card with two hands.
"And what about this gentleman?" The woman asked, looking up from the documents she was working on.
"Well..He-" Struggling to answer.
"I'm her father, Takashi Asano." Answering straightforwardly with a wolfish grin.
Feeling a little sceptical her eyebrows scrunching, she sighed handing over a clip board and pen.
"Please fill this in and take a seat for now."
A long hand ripped the clip board from her before Daichi could take it, nodding in satisfaction he took the lead an evil gleam in his eyes.
***
Wanting to gauge how much this person knew, Luca walked over and unlocked the door opening it before let it slam shut by itself. Giving a basic impression that he'd left. Although it was his own fault for not checking his surroundings, he couldn't tolerate the thought of people eavesdropping on his private conversations.
Especially with what the sick girl said, as if she'd done it before. Speaking in pristine English. With the bits of Japanese that he heard from being forced into anime with his idiot brother, he knew she'd practically cussed him out.
He'd found it incredibly convenient that his major headache-the issue with his brother, had been potentially dealt with. Throwing a quick text of affirmation, just in case.
Too suspicious, feeling a little on edge as the family name was practically famous. If not for the tricks in his sleeve, major media companies surely wouldn't have left them alone.
Also what kind of school was it that they were teaching high school girls how to hack into private email accounts? Although it wasn't impossible for him to do, he was desperate to find out who the hell this person was.
Was this person a threat?
Stepping quietly towards the black out curtains, a tempest of emotions glaring through that antagonistic face. Biting his lips forming a slight arc like a villain about to carry out hedonistic acts of torture.
His hand discreetly grabbing for the parting of the curtain, unsuspecting how his actions were being scrutinised by the said girl.
An equally frightening gaze as she thought about breaking that dirty hand , that was encroaching into her private space. Wanting to stomp on his feet until they turned numb, looking at the black leather brogues annoyedly. Sitting crossed legged on the bed, hair frizzy and untamed.
***
Akari who was short tempered after being woken up, her fever making her seem like a a wild animal being rudely awakened. But she couldn't tell whether she was fully awake or not, suddenly hearing someone speaking English and throwing things.
At times like this if she didn't skip class, she wouldn't be able to guarantee that she could control her fists. That's why she either didn't bother attending on her 'special days' or slept in the infirmary.
But whatever.
Her eyes flashed with red, at the hand that were fondling the curtains almost instinctively.
A pair of sweaty hands slid round the veiny wrist of the intruder, pulling him in harshly and throwing him onto the bed without breaking a sweat.
A sarcastic smile on her lips as she had sat on his muscled chest, her pale knees clamping round him. One hand tormenting his shoulder, sharp nails leaving scratch marks on the quality fabric of his blazer.
Slapping away hair behind one shoulder, revealed her beautiful little face which made her victim a little stunned.
A finger tilting his face up for inspection before she asked a little gravelly,
"Do you have a fetish for teenage girls?"
***
All he wanted to do was check that the person wasn't a threat to him... maybe do a background check, but what the hell was this situation?!
Looking into a pair of languid and red rimmed eyes that had a touch of demonic charm, his breath hitched. Feeling his body heat up slightly feeling knees prodding at his sides.
His eyes darkening at that seductive gaze, glimpsing at her glistening cherry lips. Only to be rudely awoken by a splash of vomit-inducing dirty water.
Black lines formed on his forehead, a look of warning as he stared intensely at the girl. "Get off me ragazza (girl), you don't dare to know who you've offended."
Tilting her head she smirked, pulling his jaw side to side thinking aloud. "Why do you look familiar? Are you the easy money... No, you have brown hair."
In complete confusion, listening to her ramblings his eyes narrowed as he grabbed the fair wrist of her free hand.
"Who the hell are you?" His thick Italian accent coming out, unusually deeper than usual. Making her squeeze on to his shoulder harder, nails digging into his shirt.
Furrowing her brows whilst feeling the texture of the fabric against her fingers, her voice loud enough for him to hear.
"Are you embarrassed you got caught? Foreign man watching sick girl... wouldn't that be an interesting headline?" Asking innocently, except for her eyes that blazed with contempt.
Trying to shrug her off, managing to slip out of her hold considering her palms were damp with sweat. Instead of pushing her off directly as she wiped her hands on his jacket, he pulled out the gun that was hidden in the waist band of his trousers.
Unable to see the ambiguous look in Akari's eyes, licking her dry lips in anticipation.
"A pervert with a gun- how charming." She said expressionlessly her eyes glistening like honey. Watching comfortably,as if she had all the time in the world.
Murderous intent as if it was bleeding out from him, saturating the space between them like a heavy fog made her eyebrows raise a bit. But she was mostly feeling a vague sense of curiosity.
"You think you're so funny Bella, but I don't think you'd be able to laugh with a bullet in your head."
The man who was practically a foot and half taller than her struggling bemused her. Waiting as she heard the security latch on the gun click, when she was suddenly thrown to the side feeling a wave of dizziness as her sight blurred.
***
Waves of speechlessness swept through him as the girl passively watched him, as if curious as to what he was going to do next.
It was the first time that he hesitated to make the first move, ruthless one hit kills were his speciality.
So why?
Looking at her underneath his muscular body she was well proportioned, incredibly fair that his hand had left a red mark on her wrist. His arm on the bed beside her head, the barrel on the gun just about brushing against her cheek.
"If you don't want to get hurt, answer my questions.." He commanded, as if scolding a child tapping it against her cheek.
Rolling her eyes she sighed sullenly, her cherry lips protruding somewhat.
"What?" Her lashes trembling in annoyance.
"Are you a hacker? You can hack into someone's email address?"
Flinching slightly as she looked at him confusedly,
"Me? Did I say that?" Feigning ignorance.
His finger on the trigger tightening, his forehead just touching hers. Her scent of roses wafting through his nose, admiring the rosy flush on her cheeks because of her fever.
Watching him in dissatisfaction she pulled out the magazine to his horror, gold bullets falling onto the crumpled bed sheet one by one.
"If me a high school girl told you that the Earth was flat, would you think that I was right?" Trying to bluff herself out of the situation.
Feeling a sudden surge of heat rushing in his veins, his back stiffened. Akari froze, her eyes blacker than the burnt ends of a pot.
"That... I don't have such extreme tastes." Brown hair flipping over his eyes, adding to his seductive charm.
A hand flicking the switch as two sharp protrusions stuck out of her phone case, which she hid behind her back.
"I thought I was wrong... But that proves I was right." She said softly, adjusting the voltage.
Holding her shoulders down a large shadow hovered over her small face, like the clouds blocking out the moon on a dark night.
Coarse fingers provocatively caressed her soft face, "What do you plan on doing about it?" Watching her indifferent gaze, his thumb pressed against her naturally red lips. Like a ripe strawberry, wet with dew.
Clicking her tongue, as if nothing could faze her. He didn't notice anything wrong,when he saw a crackle of blue light reflected in her lucid black eyes.
"Ciao Bella... Oyasumi hentai." (Bye beautiful.... goodnight pervert) Saying monotonously and sarcastic.
A sharp pain could be felt just under his chin, his body shaking as he grabbed her wrist. Noticing how brightly devilish she appeared. Black eyes like swirls of poison and those little canines, like fangs when she smiled.