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Whistling some off-tune melody, Koro joyfully made his way through the darker parts of the city. His right hand played with his hidden dagger, making it pop up and retracting it, again and again, a habit he picked up from Belphegor after spending some time with the teen. It didn't serve any purpose, but it made him strangely calm, every time the icy but sharp blade brushed against his clothed palm, a comfortable chill went down his spine.

As he felt the dangerous edge of his weapon graze his covered member, he remembered how deadly the dagger he carried was. With a slip of his finger, a false move of his wrist the sharp blade would effortlessly cut through his leather glove, smoothly slicing through his flesh, all in one swift motion. It was exhilaratingly pleasant. How vulnerable he remained despite his strength and status.

Nearing his destination, Yucca stopped his humming, his purple eyes narrowing slightly as a light flash of violet went through his pupils, making his irises seem darker for a second. He licked his lips as he refrained himself from emitting a chuckle of any sort. A grin crept up his face momentarily disturbing his business smile. He would be sure to enjoy his night.

Oh if only he knew what awaited him on this fateful evening.

Standing in front of the door, inside a strangely deserted alleyway, Yucca glanced at his watch. The almost inaudible squeaking of rats and meowing of stray cats seemed to reverberate in the eerily silent back street. He took a breath, his right wrist stopping its repeated flicking to leave the dagger's blade in his palm. Pressing his watch's button to launch the timer function, he gently knocked on the door. His black leather glove entered in contact with the rough surface of the wooden door as he began his countdown, his other hand taking a slightly damp silk clothing out of his inner pocket.

Two, one.

The door creaked open, and in one swift motion, Koro covered his target's mouth with the chloroform imbued cloth. The bald man's eyes widened for a second before turning hazy as the inhaled chemicals began to take effect. Unbothered, Yucca dragged him outside before stuffing him into one of the garbage containers. His purple pupils trailed to his watch for a second before going back to the door.

One out, how many to go? He wondered as he calmly entered the room, his left-hand locking the door as he scanned the deserted corridor. He frowned at the sight of the old looking laths. It seemed they would creak with every step he took, how impractical, with this the surprise effect had more chance to be lost. Although these thoughts traversed his mind and his eyes dimmed in contemplation, it didn't stop him from smirking. The more challenging the mission, the better. Though he honestly doubted it would hold up a candle to his usual 'jobs.'

Closing his eyes, he let his sense sharpen, looking out for a presence on the ground floor, he deduced there was none, the time the bald took the open to him serving as another tool to his conclusion. Stealthily striding down the narrow corridor, he didn't forget to place one of his beloved gadgets on the parging covered wall.

His hand neared the door-

And Koro felt a burning sensation in his guts. His right hand which held his dagger went limp as the blade fell to the ground, a light thud echoing in the doorway. His purple eyes met with trembling brown pupils before his sigh went down. The blood oozing from his abdomen trailed down his black attire until it hit the ground. What should have been a scratch turned out deadlier than it seemed as the injected poison started to take effect. Much like the man he had ambushed Yucca fell to the ground. Only he wouldn't open his eyes again.

-Yucca retracted his hand, pausing for a second as he went through his employer's notice again. Right, knocking, he reminded himself as he started to tap on the fragile looking door in a cadenced way. No sooner than three knocks later, the door opened itself. Koro didn't wait to catch a glimpse of his 'killer,' thrusting his right hand where he supposed the perpetrator's throat would be, he stabbed the smuggler. A choked gurgle escaped the woman's mouth as her eyes remained wide from shock.

Koro retrieved his blade in a quick gesture, the action executed in such a way that no blood particles spattered his black shirt and trench. As the body fell to the side, the white began to remove the scarlet liquid from his sharp weapon, his black shoes gently tapping against the squeaking staircase. As he absentmindedly folded his bloodied handkerchief and put it in his breast pocket, the cloud's train of thought went to the organization his targets were displaying.

They were cautious, overly so, if Yucca was honest. But then again they had a lot of people on their tail. This level of wariness could only mean a few things. First, they were hiding something big and couldn't afford to lose it. The idea got discarded before it entered his mind, it seemed too illogical. The place was too shabby for that. Second, they knew he was coming and had posted a man at each door in case he arrived. He brushed the possibility off. Yucca had accepted the job minutes before entering their quarter, the delay was too short and how would they know of his coming either way? Third, their number was scarce, they weren't sure of themselves and knew someone would be coming sooner or later. Now that theory pleased Koro, as he reached the stair's end he nodded to himself. That was probably the closest to the truth.

If he was correct, his "head" target was in one of the rooms before him. The question was: which one?

Tilting his head in mild contemplation, Koro beamed his usual business smile. Completely undeterred by his position. Whatever he had to kill them all, what was a door opened a minute before or after another. Speaking of time, stealing his timer a glance he pursed his lips slightly. 6''37''' If he didn't bring his game to another level he would get behind schedule.

Best way to finish it quickly would be to take them all on if they were a few. Even if he went from room to room, they would all come to him. He doubted the walls were thick enough to prevent the voices and sound from reaching the neighboring quarters.

His hand went fishing a regular looking pencil. The pen, with a silver cover, displayed a pretty looking purple ink through a small glass opening. Tapping on its tip once, Koro creaked the door open. One, two, three people he concluded. Two were girls, peacefully snoring on white-greyish matresses, next to them another woman with dirty blond hair leaned against the wall. Maybe as a way to be vigilance, though it seemed the security was low, Yucca could discern peaceful snoring from where he was. Clicking on his pen's top one last time he let it roll in the room before gently closing the door. He would have to get a new one once back in the Varia.

Now, to the second he mused before stepping to the right, his head barely evading a bullet. He didn't bother looking at the dent it had created as his right wrist flickered, his blade coming in contact with his leather gloves as he propelled himself forward. The man, agitated by his missed shot, took a step back and, as a sound was about to escape his trembling lips a shining and sharp blade embedded itself in his throat. "Sleep well," he whispered as he walked past the limp corpse, his hand taking his dagger back in a swift motion as a light thud echoed in the corridor.

One of the room was open, the one he came from, Koro deduced as he took his firearm out. His already wiped dagger back in his right cuff as his left hand held his charged gun. If someone was in the room, they must have heard their previous confrontation, therefore, the probability of them waiting for his passage was high.

"Hey man, you o-" As expected, Yucca mused, his bullet piercing the male's skull before he could complete his sentence. The shooting sound reverberated in the room, and the white was sure his remaining preys had heard it. He frowned, he was in for an inevitable confrontation.

20''23'''

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Breathing in the night's fresh air, Koro narrowed his eyes in content. A glint of purple going through his pupils as he remembered his well-executed job. Stretching, he turned his chronometer off. 27''57''' A bit long, he pondered at the sight of his time. Well, maybe he got a bit rusty.

Making his way out of the alley-

He failed to notice the shining glass behind him, on one of the high apartment complex's roof. Three steps. It took only three before a silent shot disturbed the quiet night.

The whistling of the bullet came to an end as it went through the purple-eyed male's head. His pure silky white hair slowly turned darker as a scarlet hue invaded his scalp. Blood dripped to the floor, much like his limp body that fell to the ground.

-Koro ran to hide behind a wall, barely dodging the bullet. Damn, he was in for another rodeo. One with a sniper at that, judging from their skill they were no amateur. Therefore it was no surprise to see the other had moved out of his previous position.

Yucca narrowed his eyes before smirking. Right, he was no newbie too. Taking his phone out and turning it on, he swiftly hacked into a local satellite until a clear image of his surrounding appeared. There, he mused a satisfied hum escaped his lips as he pinned the hitman's new position.

Now, how to join the man without his having his location uncovered? As he made a quick détour, Koro's purple eyes never left his screen and the beeping red spot on it.

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Climbing up the roof, Yucca calmly opened the door, alerting the blond who laid on it. "Good evening," the white greeted, unbothered by the benny bearing hitman's surprised shriek. "Weren't you looking for me?" he taunted, his business smile resembling more a smirk for a second as a purple flash went through his violet hues.

"Wh-you, how?" the blond muttered a bit disoriented before calming down his nerves. Griping his snipe a bit tighter he glared at the white behind his orange-tinted shades.

Koro merely laughed, "Now," he said as he crept closer to the male. "Do not fear the name 'death,'" he announced before pulling the trigger and killing the hitman off. Yucca's purple eyes widened. He wasn't reacting to the blond's body, but what laid behind him.

A magnificent crescent hanged above him in silent reminder.

As he looked up at the gleaming satellite, baffled, he failed to notice how familiar the sniper, actually was. A bloodied poncho fluttered in the wind, a pair of broken shades sitting not far from it.

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{???, ???}

"Nyurufufu, I knew it was epic, but to this point," Koro drawled as he stared at the sitting man in front of him skeptically.

"Kufufu, what can I say. I suppose my body is just this good," Mukuro smugly stated before taking a sip of his tea. His free hand going over his silhouette as he tried to empathize his curves, a cocky grin on his face.

The white head clicked his tongue, leaning on the sofa, as far as possible from the illusionist he sent the blue head a dirty look. "As if, Diamon-"

"Daemon," Koro corrected in a whisper.

Yucca scowled, "Or whatever his name was, only needed someone as stupid as him for a vessel. Don't get ahead of yourself, pineapple head."

"Kufu, I don't remember inviting you Yucca-kun. Should I kick you out?"

Yucca huffed, sticking out his tongue at the illusionist. "Try me, but Koro-chan will go too," he said with a provocating grin.

Koro, who watched the two younger males bicker, wore a fond smile. It was a bit far-fetched, but their interaction kind of reminded him of Shiota Nagisa and Akabane Karma's fights. How nostalgic, those past events were. Never would he see them again would he?

Or perhaps, now he could.

Seconds passed before his grin faded, being replaced by a pensive look as he remembered the previous day's incident. Yeah, it wasn't impossible. Although he hadn't checked, maybe out of fear to know he was alone, he knew they existed in this world.

The moon blowing up was enough proof for Koro to know.

To know Yanagisawa's experiences were conducted.

To know this dimension's him had already lost his disciple.

To know that even though he had the chance he couldn't see Aguri ever again.

In a sense, he had killed her a second time when he decided not to check whether his past world and current collided.

As a thin veil of gloominess glazed his eyes, Koro absently gazed at the bickering boys, his students overlapping with them. He felt a bit emptier each passing second.

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The next day

{Varia headquarter, Italy}

"We are gathered here today for the purpose," Squalo announced solemnly. "Of scouting a new officer candidate for the Varia."

Koro perked up slightly at the mention, his still preoccupied thoughts coming to a stop as he mused on a possible candidate. Subconsciously using his reflexion as an excuse to interrupt his brooding, Yucca's mind went through every notorious profile he knew off.

Taking into account the Varia's current need, which was non-existent, he went deeper into his thinking before images of their distant future popped into his mind as his gaze met with Mammon's veiled eyes. Perhaps was it "Fran-chan?" He inadvertently wondered aloud.

Belphegor, Lussuria, and Leviathan choked on their food.

This pretentious brat?!

Since I won't be able to update this weekend, here's an early update.

Thanks for reading, until next time^^