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                        The city was lit bright with skyscrapers and headlights

                        Neon signs in the night club window panes and on the street corners where comfort women and geisha districts populated most of the flats.  

                        A blissfully ignorant disposition painted the reservoir dog

as he relaxed on his throne of leather at the office.

                      He wasn’t sure where it all went awry but he was fully confident in himself that it was, indeed, his fault. 

                     This was it- he finally dove off the deep end and it was felt bittersweet.

                      Was he sorry? Certainly not. He said his peace and gave that- tacky- dressed heiress a piece of his mind and payed her good riddance.

                      Tonight he would stay in with a shot glass with his graduating year from the academy inscripted into it from on of his fellow trainees.

                     As he brought his glass up to his lips a bullet shot through it and vodka splattered all over the table- well that’s going to ruin the finish he just painted on the wood.

       ”I hate you, bastard.”

                     These words sprang from the oh-so-familiar lips of the particular heiress he had made a scene with earlier today.

                     Mako got up and shot a glare.

      “Oh I hate you too.”

                    “You’d shoot me if you’d had the heart, girl.” He taunted.

  “Do you have what it takes to steal a life?” He urged on bringing the barrel to his chest “By all means- do it.”

                  Silence fell in the room, eye to eye, nose to nose- breath collided into breath.  

                                “Maybe I just will.” She huffed, her voice sounded as if angst and frustration rivered in her voice. Just like that he pressed his lips against her roughly- she returning a kiss just as hard, her velvet lip stain smeared onto his neck and mouth. 

                Then the ring of a gunshot filled the room.