TO KILL IS TO SERVE

Chapter 40: The Old Friend

It’s hopeless, I don’t feel like arguing. I sighed and nodded, “Fine.” I replied and a beam surfaced Akuma’s lips. “I won’t f*****g ask you anything about this but there’s something I want to know.” I added and Akuma nodded.

I am f*****g curious why he’s acting like this but I am not that interested of whatever the reason of him wanting me out of my condo by lunch.

“Akuma, what is a friend for you?” I asked and his clear expression turned puzzled, and he furrowed his brows and ended up cracking in laughter.

“What is with that question? That’s childish of you.” He replied while cackling and heaved a sigh after a few seconds of boring glee. Childish?

“You think so?”

“Really. I even thought I heard you wrong.” He replied while still chuckling a bit.

“I see.” I exhaled and lowered my eyes, as if I am looking at two medium-height people standing in front of me.

It was five years ago, when I met his brutally beaten self with a bright smile. It was a view I could never thought I would see. I lived in years of cruelty and violence from my step parents and also a year of harsh training as an assassin under Mister Love. Those years never brought smile into my lips, but even though he looked pitiful with all the bruises and bumps on his body and head, he still managed to smile at me to greet me.

“You’re older than me.” I reacted when he bowed his as he greets. “Lift your head. I might be your senior in this field, but you’re still older than me.” I repeated.

He lifted his head and scratched his nape, smiling. “Mister Alteste once told me you’re boring, but I don’t think so at all. You look quite cool and fun to be with, Mister Reisun.” He uttered. “Plus, you’re younger than me! That’s cooler.”

“Call me Reisun.” I corrected. He is such a talkative person. How could an assassin be so chatty and noisy? “Where’s Alteste? I came here because he told me—”

“Reisun.”

Ah s**t, that annoying voice that interrupted of f*****g sentence.

I ducked and grabbed Samson’s kick that came from behind and tried to twist his leg but he broke free before I could do so. Lame. He should’ve got a broken leg by now.

“Good thing you came.” He brushed his pants off like my hand that touched it was exaggeratingly muddy and stood properly. “He is my apprentice, Danger I.” He pointed the foreign-looking guy who’s completely beaten as he introduced. The poor guy under Samson’s wing beamed at me again. “Danger I, he is a person, Reisun.” And he did the f*****g same with me.

That was one shitty introduction but fine, who cares.

“I would be paying Reisun to train you because I have work outside the country and I will be gone for two weeks. At the mean—”

“Who in the f*****g world agreed to you, you fucker?” I cut Samson off and he turned to me with boring glares. Who is he to order me to train some stupid guy out of nowhere?

Samson sighed and picked up his phone to type things. “I sent the first payment into your account. That would be tripled if you do well.” He added and left without letting me say anything more.

The f**k?

“Hello, I’m sorry he troubled you.” Danger I spoke right when he saw my nerves about to pop one by one. “If you don’t want to—”

“I have f*****g pride to uphold.” I cut him off and gritted my teeth in annoyance. That bastard knows that I cannot escape this once he has sent me the f*****g payment already. f**k. f**k. f**k.

I turned to Danger I and groaned at the thought of training him. “Prepare to die, boy.” I said and sighed.

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It’s day three and I would finally lose my sanity over this person. How could be so f*****g weak? This is why he’s badly beaten up the first time I saw him. And the fact that he chuckles and smiles even though he’s down is starting to be infuriating.

“Danger I,” I called the injured Tyro who’s lying on the floor after getting a hundred punches from me. He failed to defend himself from all those f*****g punches. How could he stay in this industry? How the f**k did he kill five persons before to enter THD as Tyro? “Come right here.” I commanded and he nodded his heavy head.

He sat beside me and stretched his back. “You can call me Akuma, Reisun. Akuma Danger is my real name and I am a half Japanese.” 

“Did you know that it’s basic assassin etiquette to keep your real name to yourself?” I replied and he chuckled. His surname is Danger and his code name is Danger I? How poorly creative can he be?

“I know but I see you not as an assassin.” He replied and turned to me.

I furrowed my brows and clicked my tongue, “Do you want another set of punches, you brat?”

“No, no.” Akuma gasped and shook his head violently. “I mean, I see you as a friend, that’s why.” He added in correction of himself.

“That’s childish. The last time I checked, you’re 19, aren’t you?”

He chuckled while nodding, “But friends are for everyone, I think.” He added and sighed in relief. “It’s my first time to meet an assassin who’s younger than me, or at least in my generation. You seemed and felt like a friend to me.” Same. I have been in here since I was 14 and this is my first time having a three-years-older co-assassin.

“Friend, huh?” I responded and smirked. An assassin cannot have friends, especially from his own kind. I think I also need to lecture him about basic assassin rules, etiquettes and customs. How troublesome.

 “Reisun, what is a friend for you?”

I suppose even though I was the one who temporarily trained him for two weeks, I also learned something from him. Too bad he has forgotten the lesson he has taught me.

Power, fame, title and money can really change people.