warnings: SMUT!!!!! also blood, weaponry, fighting, and argument Lol!!!!
(reader believes Mizu is male)
The wood creaks under me and dirt tumbles around my ankles as i climb up from underneath the ancient home of a âTanzakiâ. Who knows who this man is, but as an assassin, i donât think thatâs my buisness.
I scurry through the surprisingly well kept tunnels as if a rat living under the floorboards, listening in to find several pairs of footsteps. Mainly from up ahead, yet it seems as through somethingâs .. sneaking up on me?
Drawing the illegally sold and bought european gun from my waist band and stand in silence, planning my next move as the steps get closer.
With no idea what to do as the door creaks open i aim the gun at the height of an average manâs head and steady my breathing, I hear the man draw a sword.
two steps and i recognize those bright blue devil eyes.
I feel as though iâve fallen into a trance, the familiar face rushing towards me causes no reaction. I lower the gun as i watch Mizu retreat.
âwhat are you doing here?â i ask, the last time i saw this man was after traveling with him place to place for a year, unknowing of his plans. I kept watch for new job opportunities, and once Mizu and I were done, we moved on to the next city. That was until we reached kyoto, where he disappeared leaving a trail of blood.
âi could ask you the same question.â
âwhy are you carrying that?â Mizu cuts me off and steps forward eyeing my gun, obviously brand new.
âI think i asked you a question first, did you leave all your etiquette back in kyoto?â i remark, genuinely forgetting the job I need to get done before sunrise.
âIm here to kill Tanazaki.â
he states quite plainly, the blank expression never quivering.
âwell, iâm getting paid to do exactly that, and im not leaving here unless I do so myself.â i finish off and turn to step forward, ready to face whatever group of men in the next room, yet as I take a step I notice something⊠a lack ofâŠ
I fall through into a darker and wider candle lit room, pillars on each side and walls with no doors.
coughing and hacking i look up as maxi climbs down under as well.
âdonât you have something you need to attend to?â
âyou still talk a lot.â he mumbles examining our surroundings.
it seems as though thereâs no exit, just one door in front, which i plan to let mizu explore as much as he wants.
I steady myself off the ground and attempt to launch myself off the wall to latch onto the ridges of the floor above, failing miserably.
âwhoâs there-..â i heard as my thud echoed throughout. Is that new? did they not hear my thud before? I loose myself in thought once more as I hear a creak. the hanging tapestries move and reveal a door. Something i shouldâve been wary of before coming to kill the leader of a human chop shop.
As the newly discovered back door stained in blood creaked open I felt a quick jab to my waist up to my neck. Pulled behind a pillar with a hand around my neck and jaw and my mouth covered shut. In the moment, i lost my breath, a shiver falling down my spine from his cold touch. We listened in silence as 3 pairs of footsteps fell out the room, mumbles and chuckles. Do these men feel pity? Shame? Do they enjoy slaughtering innocent people to sell? The men fall into the next room and I pull my back off of Mizus chest, catching myself before i fall into a deep trance of thought.
i attempt stepping towards the bloody door, only to be held back by my wrist.
Without a word mizu letâs go and steps in front of me, waking towards the door. The room is empty. The remains of an old merchant lay on the table, filling the room with the scent of death.
âdo you still care about what happened in kyoto?â
His sudden words perk me up,
what kind of question is that?
âdid you care at all?â i snap, maybe a bit too hard on.
he says, facing away from me.
âyou didnât have the time to find me?â
i ask, truly curious why such a man would try to act like he cared.
âi think you stayed in the back of my mind. I have things to accomplish y/n.â
âinteresting.â I look off to the side, acknowledging the old remains rotted to the bone, who knows who they couldâve been.
who knows what we couldâve been?
in just a flash i find mizu in front of me, staring down at me. âi need you.â
(Absolutely flabbergasted)
âtravel with me again.â
âi need you, and your company.â
same full facial expression never faltered.
âmaybe you just need my skill?â i find a smile on my face as I leaned against the bloody table, teasing the man who should clearly know Im accepting such an offer. No matter how angry I couldâve been iâll always take an offer from Mizu.
âi want you, i donât care about your weapons or your stealth.â
I watched him step closer and admired his hands as he rested them on my waist.
did he truly crave my touch or was he checking for another unknown weapon..?
as his cold hands made their way under my waistband i couldnât help but give in to his touch, thereâs no teasing or denying left for me.
âmizuâŠâ I whisper softly, turning my head away to face the door.
his cold grasp releases one side of me and clutches my jaw turning me back to face him. Without hesitation he pressed a lustful kiss upon my lips and within nanoseconds the connection was back. Pushing him back slightly to create room never breaking said connection, I push myself on the table.
Mizus cold hands run deeper under my waistband, under the silk protecting me.
Before anything I open my eyes and put a hand against mizus chest,
âwhat about..â and without time to even notice the door Mizus spare knife is flung to stab the door shut.
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