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That damn Patrick Bateman was going to give Yoshikage the Fisher account tomorrow, and to make things worse, and to make things worse, he had a reservation at Dorsia. Yoshikage had worked his ass off but they wouldn't take him as a client.
Handling such an important account would ruin Yoshikage's quiet life, and stealing his reservation would draw even more attention to himself. Patrick needed to go.
Step one was complete. Yoshikage went out with him to dinner, got him drunk, and sat him down at his apartment. Curiously, Patrick drunkenly admitted that he liked to dissect men and that he was gay. Yoshikage had no idea why that was relevant, but told Patrick he was bisexual in return, and that shut him up for a while.
Now it was time for step two. Yoshikage donned a raincoat and took a glass of warm milk to the bathroom, drinking it while looking himself in the mirror, his expression stern and determined. The apartment was already prepared for the mess he'd make.
Forcing himself into a cheerful mood, he left for the living room and dug for a special CD in his collection, holding up the gray, clock-like album so Patrick could see its cover. "You like Queen?"
"They're okay," Patrick said. His arms hung lazily over the sides of the armchair. In one hand he held a half-empty bottle of beer.
Yoshikage continued. "Their early work was a bit too heavy metal for my taste. But when Sheer Heart Attack came out in 1974, I think they really came into their own, commercially and artistically. The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost. They've been compared to Led Zeppelin, but I think Queen has a far more refined, quaint sense of imagination."
"Hey, Kira?"
"Yes, Bateman?"
"Why are there copies of the news spread all over the place? You got a cat? A little... ragdoll, or something?"
"No, Bateman." He clutched a round, black bomb in its hand and ignited the twine spiraling out of it with a lighter.
"Is that a raincoat?"
"Yes, it is." Yoshikage snooped around the couch, trying to find the least suspicious place to slip the bomb in without lighting the newspaper on fire. "In 1979, Queen released this, Jazz, the first album they had full control over. The happiest song in their discography is "Don't Stop Me Now." A song so catchy, most people don't bother listening to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about partying and having a fun time with a lot of sex, it's also about Freddie Mercury's experience going to gay bars throughout Europe." Finally, he caught a convenient spot under the chair to place the bomb, and he walked up behind the couch to do so. "Hey, Patrick!"
Patrick turned his head back. Yoshikage expected him to be scared, even though his tone remained peppy the entire time and he wasn't carrying a weapon. A pause, then Patrick stretched out and kissed Yoshikage on the lips.
What the hell, Yoshikage thought, and he kissed him back really hard.
They kissed for so long they forgot about the bomb, which exploded, killing them both.
Whoops.