00:00:00 (because I'm a sucker for it haha)
In a universe where everyone is born with numbers on their wrists counting down to when they’ll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
02:33:88
Ichigo was gearing himself up in the hotel room. He had a hit on a woman he had never met before but he had enough photos of her to know who it was he was going after.
Truthfully, she was beautiful and he couldn’t figure out why in the world someone was wanting her dead. There was no marriage listed in her file, nothing about infidelity, and no hints of her being involved in anything yakuza related. He couldn’t figure it out.
He wasn’t hired to think, he was hired to kill.
01:45:67
Ichigo was in place for her luncheon with a soldier. He didn’t know the man and wasn’t particularly caring on whether he found out or not, but he did keep his eyes on the area. People were living their lives as if hers weren’t about to end soon.
Children were laughing and playing in a fountain nearby while their parents looked on. A young woman was crying near a flower shop holding a card for her mother’s funeral arrangement. Two businessmen were talking near a bistro, trying to decide on their own lunches for the day.
All was normal in the city of Paris, the picturesque setting being gorgeous if it were for a movie. Yet it wasn’t.
00:15:24
This was the first time Ichigo noticed the countdown on his clock. It hadn’t been a high priority and he wasn’t worried about it. If he met them, then he met them.
At the same time, he had to watch for his target. Ichigo didn’t have time to worry about whoever it was that his clock was counting down to.
00:01:30
A black car was driving up the side street and Ichigo knew who it was. The information was right on the dot and he readied his gun, aiming but keeping his finger off of the trigger.
The countdown kept moving until he noticed something. It was moving in time with the clock on the woman’s wrist.
She turned her head and their eyes met, prompting him to lift his head from the gun’s scope, caramel eyes locking with sapphire blue.
00:00:00
It was her.
Was this why he was sent to kill her? Was this one of his pseudo-father’s tricks? He didn’t know and he didn’t like it, turning the safety back on and lowering the weapon. This was one hit he wouldn’t take.
It wasn’t time.
Ichigo was still a killer. He couldn’t make a life with a soulmate he didn’t know, especially while he had his gun on her! Sighing, he shook his head at her and stood, the barrel of his gun pointing to the surface of the roof under his feet.
‘A bounty was put on your head, you were targeted by contract. I won’t kill you. Check your clock,’ was signed to her via ASL and Ichigo waited, watching her.