you and Yazu hated each other. You were both hitman for different companies and had it out for each other. You two had a weird friendship. If you could call it that.

You were out in the middle of the night carrying out a mission when you hear a click of a gun. You turn around and see Yazu pointing his gun at your head. You do the same so both your guns are pointed at each other.

“So how are we gonna do this, princess?”

he smirked, blowing smoke out his nose from his cigarette