It was so incredibly easy. No, I haven't killed him... Yet, any ways. I bought him a few drinks, and convinced him to come back to my apartment.

I know that I've probably already told you this, but back when I was in the Yakuza, I made profiles of everyone I had ever met. I didn't tell you that? Oh. Well, now you know.

I know all about him, but I have no idea why they would send him other than... Well, nothing, actually, other than they probably found him very dispensable. He is, after all, an American, and God only knows what they're good for...

Other than him being an American, I remember two very important things about him: he just happens to ‘prefer' guys, and he cannot hold his liquor. It's almost like a match made in heaven...

So at the moment he's clinging to my arm and stumbling over invisible obstacles, while we're walking into my apartment. Yes, yes, yes, I do intend on killing him when we yet there. Oh, come on! It'll be fun...

The girl at the bar seemed sad to see us go, and sufficed to say, I was almost sad to leave. Although... The prospect of taking this guy back to my apartment quickly remedied my hesitations. Jesus, I sound rather perverted, don't I? If any one were to walk into this conversation at most any given moment, they might get the wrong impression of me. Ah, well. Who really cares?

I think I'll go back there sometime. Who knows? But I do rather like the fact that my victims come right to me. A drink every once in a while also sounds rather nice...

By the time we get to my apartment, he seems to have sobered up a bit. Or, at least he's stopped rambling and falling over randomly. Good. I'd like to kill him while he has a good head on his shoulders. Which gives me a splendid idea... Though, decapitation is rather messy.

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“Wo-ow....” was his first reaction to my apartment. I mean, it does take up the whole floor. I suppose that, along with being drunk could make anything seem ‘wo-ow' worthy.

He's already on my couch, half asleep. “Why don't I go mix us some drinks?” He just nodded eagerly. And wouldn't you know it... As soon as I turn my back on him, I hear a faint click, and feel cold metal on the back of my neck.

“Aww, gee, Kyouji! I guess I really don't need a drink after all, do I? Man, you have gotten so easy! Well?” He prodded me with the gun. “Turn around and put you hands up, Kyouji.”

“Don't call me that, Chisuu.” If there's one thing I can't stand, it's people like him who actually have the nerve to call me by my first a given name. I complied, however. Oh, was this ever going to be fun. He grinned sheepishly from behind those rose colored glasses of his. They weren't going to help him much, now where they?

“Oh, Kyouji! You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this moment!” He laughed, practically sinning. He shoved the gun up under my chin, and I looked down at him, quite unamused. He was already starting to bore me...

“It was always you, wasn't it, Kyouji?” Oh, hell. He'll never shut up, now. And he keeps using my name! “You were always the best. You always won. You always had the most kills, the most victims. And where was I? Second best, Kyouji! Second best!” I snorted. Second best? That was an exaggeration...

“And you know what the worst part was!?” He cried, glaring up at me. “You didn't even fucking give a shit! You didn't even try, damn you! You were the best, and everyone was in awe but you, you bastard! I'm going to relish this moment!”

Hey, now. Calling me a bastard was just cruel. I do in fact know who my father was... And still would be, if I hadn't killed him, of course. Okay, now I'm bored, and I feel like sleeping. Nightie night, Chisuu.

“Chisuu, do you know why I was the best?” I ask, moving my hand to his face to caress his cheek. Oh, this will be so much fun. Quick, but fun. “It was because of you, Chisuu.” I'm gonna use that little bastards name as many times as he used mine...

“W-what?” He looks confused. Aww. Good. “What the hell are you talking about? What do I have to do with anything? What did you ever have to do with me!?”

“I wanted you so bad, Chisuu.” It's really hard not to laugh right about now. “I was just trying to impress you.” He looked up at me indignantly, but then his expression softened, and he lowered the gun.

“R-Really?” God, was his stuttering ever pissing me off. “But...” He looked mad again. Oh, hell. “Why did you always blow me off!? I used to ask you out all of the time! You never even gave me a second glance!”

I moved closer to him, attempting to slip the gun out of his hand. He wouldn't let go. Oh, well, no matter. I never go out unprepared. “We always hurt the ones we love, Chisuu.” That would make our names even... I just hope he doesn't say mine again before I kill him... Geez.

He opened his mouth to say something, but he gasped, and blood came out instead. Uh oh. It seems I accidentally shoved my knife into his stomach. Oops. How clumsy of me... Oh well!

He pulled the gun up as fast as he could, but I was faster. I grabbed his wrist, and the gun just fell out of his hand. That was easy. “Ah, ah, ah!”I say sternly. “That's just not nice. And here I was, trying to be hospitable, and you go trying to shoot me!”

“You b-bastard!” He screamed at me, clutching his bleeding stomach. Will the stuttering never cease? He's getting blood all over my pretty white floor... “How is it that you always win!?” He cried, pulling the knife out and brandishing it. Hey... That's mine!

So, I did the only thing I could think of to do. I bent down and swept the gun up in my hand in the time it took him to blink. Disgusting weapons, guns, but I really don't feel like pulling another knife. I cock the gun, and he backs into a wall, seeming to be afraid of it. If only he knew how much more damage a knife could do, if one only tried.

I just gave him a turning kick to the head, and he just fell over dropping the knife with him. I have to admit, I felt bad because that was just... Well, it was just sad. He's just laying on the floor, shivering like a coward. Spineless fool... Death is almost too good for him. Almost.

I step over him, and bend over, smirking at him. I just can't help myself! “So, tell me, Chisuu,” Yes! I'm one up on the whole name thing. “Are you relishing the moment, or are you relishing the moment!?”

And I start laughing. So sue me, I can't help it! That look on his face is absolutely priceless. I don't think I'll ever get tired of doing this, kill after kill. “You know, Chisuu?” Two up! “I really do hate to do this.”

“T-then d-don't, Kyouji! You don't have to kill me!” Arg! Just one up. Ah, well. One is better then none, yes? “We c-can w-work together!” He starts nodding his head vigorously. As if that makes it any more convincing. “Please, Kyouji!” Ah! Damn him!

“No, no, no, silly!” I grin at him, hoping to flaunt my boyish charm. I don't think it worked... “I didn't mean I didn't want to kill you. I just meant...” I go back to smirking. It seams to work better, any how. I point the gun straight at his head. “I just hate using guns.”

I wave with my free hand, grinning like the idiot that I'm... Not. “Bye, bye, Chisuu!” And suddenly, his head explodes! Gasp! Actually, I think it has something to do with the fact that I pulled the trigger on the gun. I can't help but laugh. “Ha... I win.”

I stand up to survey the massacre. Hmm... An exaggeration of words, but, oh well. “Damn it all to hell!” I stand up and throw the gun by where his head should be. “This is why I can't stand these things! Look at the mess they make!”

There's blood. All over the floor, all over the walls! I'll have to scrub the walls, scrub the carpet, bleach the carpet, pull up the carpet and scrub the matt under it, and then clean the wood under the matt under the carpet! Damn forensics technicians...

I hate guns.