New mission pt. 6

~Ayame's pov~

We began walking out of the airport, my face still a shade of rosy pink. 'That was a bit surprising huh?' I thought to myself, scratching the back of my neck. There was a strange awkward silence as we walked.

Himari walked quietly, wanting to break the silence as did I.

"Soo..." Himari said randomly.

I took a second to say something almost lost in thought thinking about what had happened. "Yeah? What is it, Ari-chan?" I took a look back at the other, tilting my head a bit.

"Oh.. uhm I just wanted to break the silence a bit y'know." She let out an awkward chuckle.

I just let out a blink at Himi's awkwardness then just bursted out laughing. "Bwahaha!"

A wide smile appeared on my face as the other began laughing too.

"I felt the same way ya know!" I let out a nice yet bright smile towards her.

~Himari's pov.~

As Ayame let out a smile that made my heart feel like it was gonna burst I smiled back softly, my eyes smiling softly too.

"Phewww I'm glad I wasn't the one who hadda break the silence!" Ayame had said going back to her informal way of speaking.

"Heh, yep that's good you didn't have to be super awkward huh?" I said in a teasing manner.

Ayame had gone back to walking after her small laughing attack. "I wouldn't have been super awkward I'm not the worst at breaking silence." She said almost proudly.

~third person~

The two girls continued talking till they got to a suspicious looking black pick up truck which had two men in black suits near it.

"This is our stop!" Himari stated with excitement in her voice.

"Well no fuckin' shit!" The shorter said letting out a chortle.

"Right this way please." One of the men in the suits lead them to their seats.

Ayame got handed a large yellow envelope with the information on their assassination.

-the envelope info-

Target: Sun-hoo Jung

Occupation: CEO of Marks co.

Height: 177.8cm (5'10)

Age: 25

Hair: Slightly past the eyes and is dyed a light icy blue color.

Reason for assassination: Stole (insert name of buyer)'s job, stabbed the buyer's daughter in the stomach.

"Holy shit, stabbed someone's daughter in the stomach? For what reason?" Himari questioned in an irritated tone.

Ayame pulled out two ID cards and handed one to Himari. "Tch, people are annoyin' these fuckin' days! But I guess I'm 21 year old Ha-yoon Kim. How bout you?"

The other looked at her ID card, "20 year old Ji-ah Sungjae, ah this is gonna suck I haven't brushed up on my Korean in a while..."

"I guess I'll be the one doin' most of the talkin' I guess" The dark haired one rubbed the back of her neck, letting out a sigh. "Well that's fuckin' annoying, holy fuckin shit, I hafta talk in a 'polite manner?' It's like I'm back in school, geez." Ayame ran a hand through her hair, annoyed.

"Ayame- its fine don't stress it.. you're a good actor y'know!" The brown haired one smiled at the other.

~Himari pov.~

I get that she curses a lot but it can't be that hard for her right?

"I get that imma good actor it's just hella fuckin' annoying keeping up an act all just.." she cleared her throat and began speaking in Korean, "Hello it's nice to meet you!" Ayame put on a natural looking smile. "Pleasure to meet you, Sungjae-ssi."

I blinked at her a couple times, she really was good at this acting thing it's almost surprising.

"Ooh you're pretty good at that- and I get be apart of the Kkangpae (A Korean mafia) member for the time being." I accidentally let out a snort.

"Aw lucky! I'd probably be better at playin' that role then ya! Cause I technically already am a gang leader." Tanaka leaned back into the chair, stretching her arms a bit.

I pat Ayame's head, "It'll be fine, my looks fit it better anyway." I let out a chortle.

Ayame let out a small 'humph' sound and turned her face away a bit. It was the cute side that you'd ever rarely see coming from her even though she was actually a bit annoyed. The shorter pouted a bit out of habit.

"But still... I'm way stronger than you!" Tanaka flicked my forehead after looking back over at me after a solid 30 seconds.

"And I am taller than you!" I stuck my tongue out at her as I teased her.

~Ayame's pov~

What's with all the teasing? It's kind of annoying...

"Stop teasing me... it's annoying." I looked her dead in the eye as my cold tone emitted from me.

"...Yes boss." Himari diverted her eyes away from me swiftly.

She didn't have to look away... now I feel ba- no I don't feel bad! Stop being so soft Ayame.

I unconsciously brought the two of my hands up and slapped myself from both sides.

"Uhm you alright, boss?" Himari grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands down to my lap.

"Huh..? Oh yeah I'm fine?" I tilted my head a bit confused till I felt the mild sting in my cheeks from me slapping myself. My cheeks slowly filling with red, my a bit skin irritated.

"You slapped yourself... were you that annoyed at me?" The taller's worrisome tone stabbed me like a knife.

This is gonna overwhelm my heart geeze...

"Oh it's not that, don't worry bout it." I reach my hand up and run my hand through her hair in an almost praising way.

Himari's face heated up —becoming a shade of light red— her eyes widening a bit out of surprise also.

"Oh..." The brown haired one let out an awkward chuckle. "O-of course."

"Good." I pulled my hand back, away from her head. "Well, we should get going now, right, Sungjae?" I fixed my hair and made it look neat. "Anyway look away for a bit I need to get ready..."

Himari quickly turned her head away from me.

~Himari P.O.V.~

Wait is she actually going to change in front of me..? Don't get any dirty thoughts, we're both girls! So it's fine- plus we're just friends...nothing more...

Ayame took her shirt off, grabbing a black button-up, putting it on. She buttoned it up then put on a ribbon tie, placing thin framed glasses on afterwards.

"Shit I'm gonna have to wear a skirt, how annoying..." The shorter let out a slight huff of air as she began sliding her pants down.

I peek over to see pale, soft looking thighs. Ayame has a smaller frame than I thought.

Ayame didn't take notice to Himari and slid some sheer black tights on, a black leather strap/harness over on her right thigh. She slipped a gun into a pocket in the harness and a knife in the one next to it.

My face is getting warmer, why am I even watching this. Is something wrong with me? This feels so wrong but-- I don't want to look away.

The black haired girl then slid a navy blue pencil skirt on and threw on some stilettos.

"Alright you can look again." She looked over to me as she tied her hair into a semi-loose bun. A few small chunks and pieces landing on the side of her face.

I acted as if I just turned my head to look although I was watching the whole time, "Oh you look great, it suits you." I smile at her.

To be continued....