Kirishima would never forget the silence that followed in the bullet's wake. One second he was at a press conference, announcing his next movie, some superhero flick with him playing the sidekick, and the next, he was staring at the bullet hole just behind his head.
He instantly knew what this was about.
"Get down!" The silence of the crowd was broken when Kirishima's agent shouted those two words. Kirishima dropped behind the podium, knowing it's plywood surface wouldn't do much against an assassin's bullet.
He was scared, but he had a feeling that this was a warning shot. They wouldn't kill him yet.
Yet.
Which was why Kirishima found himself in the part of town where all the underground stuff went down. He pulled his mask further up his nose, hoping nobody would recognize him. How would they? He also had sunglasses and a baseball cap. There was nothing left of the man he was in his appearance.
"This guy is kind of hard to deal with. I'll do the talking." Taishiro told him. Kirishima nodded and followed his agent down an alley, which ended in a large iron door. When he knocked, a tiny rectangle opened up and a pair of dark eyes peered through.
"What do you want?" Asked a low, slightly gravelly voice.
"We're here to see him." Taishiro explained.
"What's your name?"
"We have an appointment under Fatgum."
"Ah."
The door creaked open, revealing a lanky man with black hair and clothing. He looked like he hadn't slept in a while.
"Is this the client? Seriously?" The man smirked beneath his endless stubble. "Good fucking luck I guess."
Kirishima shrunk even closer to his agent. He was nervous but it was the right amount of nervous. This was the lions den, and he was entering it covered in steaks.
For all he knew, this guy was the one who had been hired to kill him in the first place.
"This way." Taishiro whispered, leading Kirishima through a few hallways and up a set of stairs. 
When they finally reached their destination, Kirishima was surprised to see that the only thing keeping the public out was a door guard, a practical maze of a building, and a single frosted glass door.
This guy was supposed to be one of the top players in his industry. Surely he had enemies, hadn't he?
"Are you my twelve o' clock?" A gruff voice asked as the pair entered the office space. It came from a high backed chair, which was turned to face the wall of bookshelves, packed tightly with spines that Kirishima couldn't read from where he was standing.
This man on the other side of the chair back was one of the most dangerous in the world. He had probably taken more lives than he could count. Somehow, Kirishima found himself stepping even closer to Taishiro. At least his agent wasn't nervous. He had told Kirishima not to speak, but the redhead didn't think he could if he wanted to.
"I'm Taishiro, and this is my client, Kirishima Eijirou." Taishiro introduced. "I was hoping to hire you for a very important job."
The chair spun around, and Kirishima was surprised at who he saw. This guy wasn't some old geezer with scars all over his face or some dark trench coat. It was just a guy about his age wearing sweatpants and a black t-shirt. THIS was the world's top assassin? Just some kid?
The blond leaned forward, steeping his fingers like a villain in a bad movie.
He grinned a Cheshire Cat grin before speaking.
"I don't take just any jobs, you know. You're gonna have to do your best to convince me." He crossed his legs, leaning back in the chair. "So, go on, make me want you."