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 theyâll meet their soulmate, send me 00:00:00 for my muses reaction to their numbers hitting zero when they meet yours.
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.Â
Truthfully, she was beautiful and he couldnât 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 couldnât figure it out.Â
He wasnât hired to think, he was hired to kill.
Ichigo was in place for her luncheon with a soldier. He didnât know the man and wasnât 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 werenât about to end soon.Â
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 motherâs funeral arrangement. Two businessmen were talking near a bistro, trying to decide on their own lunches for the day.Â
All was normal in the city of Paris, the picturesque setting being gorgeous if it were for a movie. Yet it wasnât.
This was the first time Ichigo noticed the countdown on his clock. It hadnât been a high priority and he wasnât worried about it. If he met them, then he met them.
At the same time, he had to watch for his target. Ichigo didnât have time to worry about whoever it was that his clock was counting down to.
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.Â
The countdown kept moving until he noticed something. It was moving in time with the clock on the womanâs wrist.Â
She turned her head and their eyes met, prompting him to lift his head from the gunâs scope, caramel eyes locking with sapphire blue.Â
Was this why he was sent to kill her? Was this one of his pseudo-fatherâs tricks? He didnât know and he didnât like it, turning the safety back on and lowering the weapon. This was one hit he wouldnât take.Â
Ichigo was still a killer. He couldnât make a life with a soulmate he didnât 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.Â
âA bounty was put on your head, you were targeted by contract. I wonât kill you. Check your clock,â was signed to her via ASL and Ichigo waited, watching her.
