doomed ༒

level two : part two

I rubbed my eyes, the soft light of the rising sun gently waking me from my sleep. Pulling the covers off me, I groggily step out of my room, heading to the room I put Hodaka in after I knocked him out because of his bitchass not being able to stop thrashing on the bed, demanding to be freed. I open the door, revealing a half-naked Hodaka. The slivers of sunshine that filtered through the curtains and rested atop his cute face gave him an ethereal and angelic look. Yet according to intel I received from my dad, his dealings were worse than that of the devil himself. I subconsciously run my hands through his soft silver hair, the strands making way for my fingertips before I even moved them. My heart sunk at this sight. Maybe if circumstances were better, we could have hit it off. But where I grew up, there was no maybe. It was do or die. Shrugging impossible thoughts away, I get up, making my way towards the kitchen.

While I was busy preparing breakfast, I was too engrossed in making the eggs flip properly that I did not notice the pair of arms snaking around my waist, pulling me closer. Smiling to myself, I continued doing my work, knowing the more I resist, the more he would try to get on my nerves. I burst out laughing when I felt his hair tickle my neck as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. Gently pushing him away towards the counter, I hide my smile, my stone cold bitch face back on as I finished cooking. The two plates of perfectly cooked eggs, perfectly browned bread and two smoothie bowl ready to eat. I believed in healthy food for a healthy body. I saw Hodaka's eyes light up as he looked at the food, his child-like smile appearing on his face as he wolfed down the food. It made my stone-cold demeanour crack as I smiled at his smile.

Man, I should get out of Japan before their sexy men do me more harm than good.

The house was filled with sounds of laughter and talking as Hodaka repeatedly tried his best to get a reaction out of me, however minuscule. The jokes he said, his funny reinterpretation of the previous night's events. It was too good to be true. I hate to be a wet blanket, but the Hodaka I researched about was ruthless and unforgiving. A woman's dream and destruction. A man's fear and god. A top mafia man was suddenly allowing me to take him wherever I wanted when I knew he could take care of whatever plan we execute on him. Whatever we prepared for was the unpredictable. But when someone is so unpredictable that you cannot predict what their next step is, you can't help but think of an appropriate reason on why he is so friendly to an assassin he knows is armed and dangerous. Even though I was spacing out, I was alert, waiting to see a gun below the table, pointed at my stomach. I knew through my training that letting my guard down was the first step to my undoing as an assassin.

Gobbling down the last of my food before washing the plate and putting it away, I pull him by his hand, giggling like a lovesick teenager before plopping down on the couch, switching on the television only to watch seasons upon seasons of anime. I knew the Japanese loved their anime and Hodaka was no exception. Despite his constant remark of 'Hentai is way better than this,' he still enjoyed watching the shows I streamed, the occasional snarky remark the characters make earning a chuckle. We both knew what we were doing. He was trying to get me fascinated by him and make me let my guard down even for a second. Or make me fall in love with him and tell him everything my agency had planned for his mafia syndicate and leaving this place as soon as possible. I, on the other hand, was playing the same game but my motive was to find out the real boss and assassinate both of them at the same time. Big dreams but if accomplished, it would greatly help my position in the agency.

Under the guise of it being cold, I snuggle closer to him, my oversized shirt and shorts being the only thing covering my body, I bury my head in the crook of his neck, wrapping my hands around him. Sound familiar? I slowly slither closer towards his body, the warmth he radiated being the fire my moth was attracted to. It was dangerous, but it was a necessary part of my elaborate plan. We were locked in a silent tug of war. His nonchalant gaze drifting towards my face once in a while, my hot breath constantly fanning his ear.

After about thirty minutes, I knew he had just about enough as he gently pushed me away. I could tell how much he was controlling his raging hormones. But I knew better than anyone that as hard as Hodaka might be, he was in love once. And with love comes pain. Pain that he chose to bury deep down his cold heart. Pain that my warm hands were slowly getting to and melt away. The pain I would bring again for the second cycle of hurt. Only this time, he wouldn't be alive to hold a grudge against me or stop believing inlove.

May your own decisions be your own undoing.