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It wasn’t clear to him, why Midousuji was calling him into his room. If there was something important to talk about, he’d usually call for Ishiyan. And if there was a hitman plan, he’d call for Aki, Yamaguchi usually was always the one who’d least talk to the lanky male. Not that he was talkative to begin with, but Akira made it obvious that he was only kept in these circles because of his ruthless killings, not batting a lash at the gruesome and bloody tasks he was given.

Ishigaki had always said to act as the man’s consciousness when needed. But when was it ever needed? And how was he going to do that when he couldn’t trust his own thoughts, filled with voices and orders that he couldn’t comprehend most of the time. 

“You asked for me, Midousuji-kun?” Noriyuki dragged out lamely, despite his anxiety levels being high, it was barely visible on his face except for the excess sweat drops running down his temples to his cheek.