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Nagisa breathes out a sigh as he looks through the scope of his sniper. He’s been on top of the tower for hours now, preparing and waiting for his targets to appear. It wouldn’t matter much though, he could lay on his stomach on the cold, hard ground for hours more, just as long as he can get his target. It has, however, been an hour after the initial start of the event, and Nagisa still hasn’t seen his target. They haven’t arrived yet, which is a surprise considering how his target is time-oriented.
He would’ve, should’ve, been at home now, but it’s fine. His target is a bit hard to get. Nakahara Chuuya, along with his partner, Osamu Dazai, make up Soukoku. A feared duo throughout the underworld. They were an unstoppable pair when it comes to bringing down organizations, either to their knees or six feet below the ground. They work for the mafia too. There were even rumors that one of the pair is bound to be the next mafia boss. However, their organization is centered in Yokohama, what the duo was doing in Tokyo is probably for a mission. The best Nagisa can guess is it’s infiltration of some sort. Nagisa didn’t bother doing his research on the event that the pair were attending. It wasn’t his purpose after all.
Nagisa didn’t know why only Nakahara is his only target and not also Dazai, but he doesn’t care, as long as he gets the job done and gets the money in the end.
Limos came and went, and still no sign of the two. When the last limo in the line opened to reveal its guests, Nagisa had to do a double-take. It was a couple, dressed in obviously expensive clothing. The woman is a redhead, and from what Nagisa could see, she has blue eyes. Her partner is a brunet, wearing a smile as he helped her on her feet. He wore a white suit to match the woman’s white dress. Only when the couple entered the building that Nagisa saw the bandages around the man’s neck. He cursed at himself when he realized that the two were Soukoku itself.
Perhaps it was an infiltration mission. The woman, which Nagisa realized was Nakahara, didn’t seem bothered wearing a dress, despite being a man. Nagisa sighed, knowing that he has to go to Plan B. Dress up like one of the guests and pretend to be interested in Nakahara. He stares at the mirror in his hotel room for the night, taking care to hide anything else that might indicate that he’s an assassin… and that he’s a guy. Despite his dislike of being forced into dresses, this is by his own will, so it’s not that bad.
In Nagisa’s defense, he did not expect Nakahara to dress up as a woman. Nagisa expected two males going in as acquaintances, and in the possibility that Plan A fails, Nagisa would go in as a girl and seduce his target. His research says that Nakahara is the brawn of the operations, and Dazai is the brain. Nagisa just has to make sure that Dazai is out of the way. If Nagisa goes through Dazai, then there might be a chance that Nagisa’s cover will be blown. Well… that was the original plan, but Nagisa thinks it wouldn’t change anyway. He just hopes that the character that Nakahara is portraying would swing that way, if not, Nagisa has a few more plans.
Nagisa fixes his look one last time and makes sure his possible assassination weapons are concealed. He would’ve practiced his ‘woman voice’ if it weren’t for the fact that Nagisa’s normal voice sounds fine, either as a boy or a girl. His heels click on the floor as he exits his hotel and enters the actual building.
Finding Nakahara was easy. His bright red hair (brighter than Karma’s) is easy to spot. He searches the room for Dazai and finds him socializing with other guests while Nakahara rejects countless men that have approached him as he sat by the bar, sipping at his drink. Nagisa gets a drink of his own from one of the servers. He mixes in a drug he got from Okuda which escapes those devices that indicate if the drink had been spiked, and then goes to approach Nakahara. He mentally thanks Okuda for her genius.
He sits beside Nakahara and puts in a smile. He leans a bit towards him and greets.
“Hey.”
Nakahara’s attention goes to him, a bit surprised, maybe because it wasn’t a guy that approached him this time. “Hey.” He replies, and Nagisa notices that his voice comes out smooth and very feminine. There’s a millisecond of doubt that passes through Nagisa which makes him think that maybe he got the wrong person, but he shoves the thought away.
“I noticed that you’ve been having trouble with the men here. Are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m quite fine.” He sighs. “It’s just hard to turn down determined men.” The two laughs.
“Truly.” Nagisa agrees. “I’ve had that problem myself too, thankfully it hadn’t happened here yet.”
“You’re alone?”
“Yes. Or, well, I’m supposed to be here with my friend, but he canceled the last minute. And you?”
“I’m with my husband.” Nakahara turns and searches the room for the brunet. Nagisa takes the chance to switch their drinks. Nakahara finally spots him and points him out to Nagisa. “There. Brown eyes, white suit, handsome smile.”
An actual couple then. Never mind, Nagisa still plays his part. “Aren’t you worried that he might… cheat?”
“Ah, no.” Nakahara smiles a bit. “That’s just his attitude, really, he flirts with countless women, and when he got enough attention, he’ll return to me, making our audience mad at him.”
Nagisa gapes, and the two laughs after a while. “It must be a fun game if you’re still doing it.”
“Yes, yes it is.”
Nagisa opens his mouth, about to say something, but someone taps his shoulder. He turns to look, subtly making sure to keep his hand on his glass, and sees a man in his thirties, offering a smile and his hand. “Care for a dance?”
Nagisa politely declines and watches the man walk away in search of another woman. “You see what I mean?!” He exclaims to Nakahara. They laugh.
“I’m Yoriko.” He introduces himself. “Pleasure to meet you.”
“I’m Akari, pleasure is all mine.”
The two engaged in a few more conversations, occasionally sipping their drinks. Nagisa watches in satisfaction as Nakahara drains the drink, and for the sake of keeping the conversation going, they get a few more drinks, and Nagisa makes sure to discretely pour the drug on Nakahara’s drink. Nakahara becomes noticeably woozy and unstable, and the moment arrives where Nakahara’s face contorts to displeasure.
“I think I’ve had too much wine.” He says, standing on his feet.
Nagisa also stands. “Are you alright? Should I accompany you to the bathroom?”
“No thank you, it’s getting late, I should find my husband.” Nakahara takes a step but wobbles, Nagisa is instantly there to support her. “On second thought, would you mind accompanying me to the bathroom first?”
“Of course, of course. Come on.” Nagisa leads him to the ladies’ room, making sure to keep an eye out for Dazai, who is, suspiciously, or maybe not, not in the room.
As soon as the two enter the room, Nagisa pulls out his knife and slits his throat. Nakahara falls limp on Nagisa’s arms. He enters a stall and props Nakahara on the toilet seat. Nagisa, being thorough with his kills, makes it look like Nakahara bumped his head and stayed unconscious, only to find out at a later date that he’s already dead. As he was figuring out Nakahara’s position, his hand brushes over his genitals. As much as Nagisa doesn’t really care, there’s this feeling deep inside him that something is terribly wrong.
Nagisa pales and removes Nakahara’s cloth choker, and Nagisa notices the lack of Adam’s apple. Just to be sure, he’s not a pervert or anything but just to be sure, Nagisa lifts the dress and checks… and he’s so screwed when he realized that he just killed someone else. He panics.
The real Nakahara Chuuya is sitting on the car, checking the authenticity of the documents that Dazai just got from their target. Chuuya chuckled when he hears the voices of the guards and a few troubled guests on the speaker. Chuuya sighs.
“As much as I hate to say this, your plan actually worked.”
Dazai snorts. “When have my plans ever failed?”
Chuuya also snorts. No need to answer it, they already know the answer anyways. “But honestly, how’d you even know that I’m going to be assassinated?”
“Are you seriously telling me that you didn’t notice the sniper on the other building later today when we were scouting the area?”
Chuuya rolls his eyes. “I did, but how did you know that I’m the target? Why not both of us? Or just you?”
Dazai sighs. “Chuuyaaa~~ Such a simpleton.”
“HA?!!”
“I actually didn’t know, but if I were the one doing the assassination, I’d first kill the one who’s more prone to manipulation, which is you, and I’m right, so thank me that I noticed it, if not, you would’ve been dead on the bathroom floor.”
“Hey, I actually would’ve noticed if my drink was spiked ok? So I wouldn’t even get to the period of dying on the bathroom floor.”
“Couldn’t be too careful. What are you even whining about, I saved your ass.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Chuuya rolls his eyes and gives Dazai a short kiss.
Hirotsu, acting as their getaway driver, sighs and zones everything else as he noticed the teenagers being too enthusiastic with that simple kiss.
Meanwhile, Nagisa facepalms as he listens to Karma laughing over the phone. Nagisa’s going to start all over again. He’s still going to go for the job. Nagisa sighs, preparing himself for what could happen as he tracks down Nakahara again.