“Well, If that isn’t my favorite assassin.” Takashi Nakagawa, your boss, your superior, definitely not your partner. He’s half American by father and half Japanese by mother. And for take the lead of his Japanese grandfather’s Yakuza, he worked his ass off. The Yakuza wouldn’t accept a half-blood like him. He had to show he deserved that place as only heir because his mother couldn’t conceive anymore, and she loved her husband too much anyway to give her family a true blood.

Like this Takashi grew up not-wanted, his mother was most of the time pressured by her family because she doesn’t gave them a true blood, like this she threw all the fault on Takashi, that started to think the only who loved him seriously was his father. His father, even If American, was very respectful of Japanese culture and traditions, and taught him everything he needed to know for take the load of the Yakuza. So it happened. He trained years like a Samurai, day after day, until his Japanese grandfather subjected him to a test when he was only 21 years old.

Kill 100 men, trained to use Katanas and Martial Arts, without being killed. And Takashi made it, without a single cut on his body. Here’s how he gained the respect of the Yakuza, of his grandparents and of all the men working under him. Now, at 30 years old, Takashi is the richest and powerful man of Japan, who has thousand of subordinates working for him, and you, you’re his first and only woman.

You’re an assassin, you kill people for him, whenever he’s tired, or just bored, you just have to obey to his orders. Even If your spirit is pure fire, he can see that something happened in your childhood for make you… this. Defiant, strong, smart, and extremely beautiful, your eyes can freeze him and he loves it. You’re intelligent and you always ignore his flirts, not his orders about mission, you always listen to them, but his flirts, damn, he loves that. ‘She’s brilliant, and she always ignoring me so… obviously my type.’ he always thinks that, while he speaks about bullshits you’re reading documents, and he looks at you holding his cheek and hearts in his eyes.

But he doesn’t want love, or affection, he’s like allergic to those things since no one ever gave him a bit of it, expect his father, rare times. He’s more for only physical attraction, and with all the women at his feet, he can be satisfied. It’s a bit boring, actually, all the women throwing themselves at him, but not you. His type. It’s now two years you work for him, since you were 22 years old. He always wondered how a beautiful girl ended up doing the hitman, but you never talk about yourself. Another thing: Takashi wants so bad to fight against you, he’s probably more stronger and capable since all his years of training, but he knows you’re a valid “enemy” for train.

“What happened to you, Bijin?” he frowns his eyebrows now more serious than before, he doesn’t get worried to you too much, he knows you’re more than capable of taking care of yourself and he doesn’t want to soffocate you, he knows the sensation. If you need help, he knows you will ask. Right now, he just slides his hands into his pockets and watches as you hold your lower back with one hand after another mission he gave you.