TO KILL IS TO SERVE

Chapter 32: Unwanted Coffee Date

“Konnichiwa! How have you been?” Kiken, with her usual bright smile and vibrant self, asked as soon as she sat down in front of me while holding her glass of 20% non-dairy creamer, 30% ice and 50 % black coffee iced coffee. I yawned and stared at her. Nothing much changed in her even after six months and why the f**k am I here, sitting across her, drinking hot beverage? “I asked you, didn’t I? How are you, my favorite boy—”

“Fuck.” I uttered to cut her off. “Stop your unwanted sweetness, Miss Kiken.” I added and sipped on my cup of hot café au lait. This is the only sweet thing I need.

“So you’re refraining on calling me Akumu-san now, too, huh?” She raised her right brow as she always does and began stirring her coffee mix using a straw. I sighed in annoyance and fixed my things, readying myself to go for I have no f*****g patience left for her now. I went with her in rush because she f*****g appeared in front of the workshop building just like that and now I am regretting this like s**t.

I looked at Kiken, a newly debuted Agent at her third year of service and smiled in the most genuine way I think I can. She has been doing well, at least. “Congratulations on graduating from your Clandestine rank, Miss Kiken. It took me two f*****g years to be an Agent and you made it in just a year, so you’re obviously one heck of a monster now.” I added and stood up on my feet, deciding not to wait for her response. If I stay for any minute longer, I believe something will certainly linger. I couldn’t afford any distractions as of the moment, not unless I settle this deal, and not with an assassin, in addition. What happened between us back then was nothing but pure lust disguised as curiosity and naivety. Now I am certain that romance and the like will never be for me.

A deep exhale is the only reply I received from her. She is still as irritable as ever. I grinned and stepped out of my spot. In our six months of relationship, there was no day she won’t heave a sigh on me, saying that my childishness irritates her when she’s the f*****g irritating one. She would never let a day pass without bickering nonsense things about me and I already knew we weren’t healthy—assassins cannot be together and be wholesome. That bullshit only worked on Esther and Jabez.

“I will be taking my leave now.”

“You were being watched, weren’t you? Ne?” She mumbled all of a sudden while putting sugar syrup on her coffee. She will always let me finish my sentences because she knows I hate getting cut off midway. I looked at her and nodded a little. She is still as sharp as ever. Before, she was constantly aware when I was hiding something and I thought I’ve gotten used to it already. Her mental instinct will always be the most remarkable for me. “Do you know who?”

I scratched my nape and sat back down. She still knows how to get me back on her lap like an obedient pet without obviously persuading me to do so. She’s basically a human trap—my human trap. “I don’t know since my seemed-to-be stalker is not making any move yet. It’s harder to know their motives or their reasons for they’re not getting any nearer.” It’s been two days and aside from watching me from afar, I have no other details about this person who’s watching me. They’re not getting close to me. Who in the world will check an assassin out just for nothing? No f*****g one. I would definitely snap that stalker’s neck once he appeared in front of me.

Kiken nodded and lifted her gazes from her glass of coffee to me. You’re still into iced coffees. I blinked rapidly to remove my thoughts as I realize where it can lead me. “Rei-kun,” She called even when we’re already staring at each other. The only difference is that her stares became more intense. Her Japanese intonation and tone are still good to ears.

I can see it—she grew in such a short time. She can scare a normal person with those sharp glares now. I am confident she can certainly control her emotions and expressions already. Her six months of staying in Japan as part of her job did her a good deal. I am f*****g jealous for I’ve been stuck in this puzzle for the longest time I can remember.

“Do you know that there is an organization named THSD?” She whispered before taking a sip using a straw on her iced coffee. I furrowed my brows as soon as I heard the question. THSD? I thought and tried to remember if I have ever heard of it before. I shook my head as I gave up. “You’re Mister Love’s so-called son and yet you’re not aware of it, huh?” She grinned and faintly mocked me.

I wonder what that THSD is and what does that have to do with me and Dad and all this damn events happening right now. I asked myself in thoughts for I did not intend to ask until she tells me. And she will f*****g do so.

We stayed silent after that and I did my best to suppress my curiosity. I have countless questions to ask to her but at this very moment, I can only think of one. “Kiken,” I intentionally dropped a bit of formality and called her attention; her happy and bright face has returned right away. She did acquire a good skill for her job that she has a hard time doing before. We even fought countless times about her wastefully excessive transparency for that will certainly get her caught one day. At least all those earful arguing did not come to the trashcan.

I exhaled and looked at her with the same glare as earlier. “How did you know that I am being watched on?” I asked and she smiled sarcastically. She’s also became a f*****g psycho now.

“You indeed have no idea about THSD, huh?” She chuckled with a tablespoonful of insult. She leaned closer and peeked at my cup of coffee. She still smells like lavender. She never wears perfume for she likes her detergent’s lavender smell. Kiken lifted her head and her eyes met mine. “You’re not just an assassin now, Rei-kun. You’ve also become a target.” She whispered and got back to sitting properly.

My heart raced so f*****g much I almost lose control. Her lavender fragrance was mixed with the nostalgic smell of coffee and cream. Her hazel brown eyes were still as captivating as ever. It has been a year and I still miss to pat her head and brush her long hair. I cannot f*****g deny but I am getting distracted again. I believe this is not the same feeling as before, though. I probably just missed her—and that’s it.

And what the f**k is this topic about me being a f*****g target?