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WARNING: Uncesored, innapropriate words. Only 2 or 3.
Assassin!Reader x Police!Japan
Chapter Three: Regret this, regret that...
"I'm sorry, boss. I'd like to take a break."
The vivid image of the blood that poured out, spattering her face and chest. Watching as the blood created small red designs on the old man's face and neck. But it wasn't the blood that frightened (name)—it was the fact that the child witnessed all of that. Waiting for a response from her boss, she blinked back her tears of regret.
"Very well. Had something happened during the assassination?"
"Not anything of your concern, sir. Just a bit worn out."
The boss shooed her off and Crow went off, walking quite quickly through the many doors, and eventually exiting the hotel. Nights in Ikebukuro were dull yet somewhat exciting to watch. The two contrasting feels made the city unique. Watching the crowds and eccentric individuals, (name) wandered and got herself lost in the labyrinth-like back streets. At that moment, however, she kept her mind blank. Even if she were thinking about something, it was easily disposed of.
Drunk salarymen wandered around as well, but looked tired and worn-out—almost like zombies, especially with their blank, red eyes, dreading their monotonous life. Exactly. A 'normal', or repeating life wasn't what (name) wanted. The assassination brought excitement and danger into her life, unlike the other people walking in the streets…
Reacting to her name and whipping her head around, she found herself to see Kiku in a policeman's suit. Shit. Just fuck my life, 'cause it's fucked me already. Forming a quick, bright smile, she walked over to Kiku giving him a quick hug. Startled, (name) started to talk.
"Wow! I never knew you'd be working this late!"
"Eh? Ah, yes. There's just been another crime…"
"Yes. She murdered a man, and a young boy seems to have witnessed it. He doesn't seem to remember anything from the incident, however."
Fiddling with her hair, (name) blushed a bit, hearing the soft, tender voice. It slipped through her ears smoothly like a string of silk…
"Were you alright? Did you get hurt or anything?"
"No, not at all. Maybe a little bit shocked by the crime, though."
"That's good to hear. Sort of… worried, as a friend."
"I see. And how about you? You seemed to have a limp."
"Huh? Ah, uhm, yeah. Twisted my ankle. I'm sure it'll be back to normal tomorrow."
Looking at the Japanese man with broad shoulders, wore the classic Japanese police uniform with a white shirt and navy pair of pants. With a navy hat with golden badge placed in the front, handcuffs in his back pocket, and a walkie-talkie attached to his belt. (name) giggled a bit.
"W-what? Why are you laughing at me?"
"Do you really want to know?"
"Yes, if you don't mind telling me…"
"Well… I think that you look sexy in that uniform."
(name) started laughing a bit more louder, feeling a red blush on her cheeks, and later glancing up to see Kiku's cheeks blush as well. Feeling a bit awkward, Kiku had sighed and chuckled a bit. (name) leaned against the wall and gazed into the brightly lit streets.
"(name), are you alright?"
Kiku asked in a soft tone, tucking in a piece of hair behind (name)'s ear. Though she was a bit startled by the sudden contact with the Japanese, she kept looking at the city streets.
"Sort of. Just a bit regretful of… things in my life. Things I wish I hadn't done and all that. My life seems so dreadful like that."
"Everyone has regretful moments, no? Humans are weak beings that constantly worry over these things, wishing they could rewind and do everything all over again. But there is no time-machine, and there's nothing you could do about it. So why stop?"
"Well, what if I told you I am completely taken over by my own sins?"
Silence. Nothing but tears streamed down (name)'s eyes, feeling that horrid feeling of evil bubbling within her. It's was painful, detestable, and futile—she wanted to erase her past and leave no trace. Kiku, on the other hand was speechless at the sight of the young girl, breaking down into tears. Not wanting to hurt (name), he simply embraced her and asked no questions of the 'sin' she mentioned.