ELEVEN

❛ Fuck sake ❜

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"YOU GO RIGHT, I'LL GO LEFT," Vanessa directs, motioning between them both and the two ends of the trains.

Beside her, Tangerine's head turns to meet her gaze as he gawks in shock at her idea, "Are you taking the piss? Are you forgetting what happened last time we split up, eh? Lemon's now fucking dead, and you nearly killed me by taking a century and half to wake up!" He rambles, beginning to shake his head in disagreement, "No, no. We are not splitting up. That is an awful idea."

Tilting her head, she rests her hands on her hips, "You fucking done?" He nods, and she sighs, before turning to leave towards the right end of the train, but Tangerine catches her wrist.

"Are you bloody deaf, woman?" He asks, eyes wide, "We aren't splitting up."

"Use that fucking brain of yours. If we split up, we can cover the whole train quicker. I don't plan on spending any more than half hour looking for this cunt, alright?" She hisses, "So, go left. Please and thank you."

He rolls his jaw before jerking forward suddenly and encasing her cheeks with his plans before pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. She smirks, jabbing his chest slightly before pulling away.

"Feeling romantic today, I see," She teases, before pointing at the isles behind him, "Now, fuck off."

"Ah— fuck." He grumbles, releasing her and turning as she continues in her direction. He glances over his shoulder, watching as she matches down the isle and he rolls his tongue over his teeth with a small smirk, "Fucking hell, I love her." He whispers quietly to himself, rubbing a hand over his face.

He feels his mobile vibrate in his pocket, and his expression quickly drops at the remembrance of who it is on the other side. Sliding the device from his pocket, he brings it to his ear.

"You have been lying to me, my friend," The voice speaks slowly down the line.

"Well, cat's out of the bag now, innit?" Tangerine mutters back, wiping his nose with the same hand that's cradling his revolver.

"You were responsible for keeping my son safe, for keeping my money safe," The voice states, his tone deep and serious.

"You know, I— I don't know a thing or two about being a parent, but you know what I would do, being that it's your son and your money?" Tangerine licks his lips, "I'd stop crying about your dead wife, get off your fucking lazy ass, come here and finish the job yourself. But, as we're having a bit of a heart-to-heart, got a couple things to tell ya," He rolls his jaw,

"Your son's a complete bell end and fucking deserves to be bleeding out of his eyes sockets. And as for your case, I haven't seen it since Tokyo. And I hope someone's fucking found it, put it all on read and having a fucking wonderful time," He spits.

"I will meet you at Kyoto station," The voice speaks, not at all affected by Tangerine's long rant.

Tangerine comes to a stop, his face emotionless, "Oh, how wonderful. I can't fucking wait."

"I want to look into your eyes when I kill you, your brother and your wife," The voice perks up slightly, almost as if the man speaking is smirking at the idea.

Tangerine's jaw clenches at the mention of his wife, and he swallows thickly, remembering Lemon's body. His lip quivers slightly as he thinks of what to say, "My brother," He sighs, ducking down slightly to peer through the window and watch as a city flies past, "Morning rush hour's rolling in quite nicely. Uh, what's your plan, mate? You gonna fucking waltz up here and blow my brains out in front of the whole ducking carriage of witnesses," He whirls around, noticing the carriage is empty.

"There is no one left on that train," The man informs him as he steps through into the children's carriage, "I know. I bought every ticket until the end of the line." The line goes dead, but Tangerine is already distracted by a person stood at the opposite end of the carriage.

At the back end of the train, Vanessa was slow to notice the large amounts of empty seats and carriages. She had walked at least fifteen carriages before realising that there wasn't a single citizen in sight. Furrowing her brows, she immediately spun around on her heel and began to sprint back to her husband.

Now, running in heels for most people would be a difficulty, but Vanessa has been doing undercover missions since she was a young adult. And, sadly, undercover missions for women usually entail wearing some sort of sexy clothing and heels. Over time she has gotten extremely good at sprinting with the delicate shoes on and knows exactly how to do it without snapping a heel or breaking her ankles.

"TANGERINE!" She roars, looking down the carriage isles ahead and still not spotting him for as far as she can see, "Jesus fucking Christ. The cunt was right for once," She groans as she rushes through another set of doors, being sure to make sure her heels don't slip into the tiny gaps.

Vanessa sprints as if her life depends on it. And in a way, it does. If Tangerine ends up getting his head blown off, Vanessa has no clue what she'll do without him. She hates to admit that she's so madly in love with a cockney man, but she is and always has been since she stitched his leg up years ago.

When Tangerine originally asked Vanessa to marry them, it was in a pub in the evening when they were supposed to be accompanying Lemon to watch the West Ham match. She believed he was taking the piss, and was battered off his ass and didn't know what he was doing. But she was just as drunk, so she ultimately said yes, and the whole pub went up in celebration. The next day, the both woke up beside one another, naked and with engagement rings on their fingers.

That's when Nessa realised Tangerine was being serious, because he'd gone out of his way and bought the ring for her. She loved him, but ever since she was a child she'd promised herself she would t get married to any man, as she didn't feel like being tied down. But Tangerine was different, and she knew that she could trust him not to ever crumble in life.

"TANGERINE!" She roars once more, her dress riding up from every stride she takes. She finally sees his form, several carriages ahead stood in the dimly lit children's isle, talking to someone.

Now, she realises that she maybe should've mentioned to him that the person who killed his brother was not the blonde American cunt, and that it was actually a short innocent sounding girl who was dressed head to toe in pink. But, she may have missed that information out, and now she's cursing at herself for it.

She watches as the blonde American cunt, also known as Ladybug, steps out of a bathroom a few carriages in front and notices Tangerine and the pink girl conversing. Vanessa pushes herself harder, knowing the young girl can easily manipulate both men to kill one another.

"Oh, my god, mister!" The young girl screeches, her high cry carrying through the whole train like a whistle.

Continuing to push her legs, Vanessa watches as Ladybug and Tangerine begin to fight, her husband's revolver being pushed from face to face. She finally reaches the doors and the second they slide open, she steps through and a shot is fired, ricocheting off the carriages walls as everything suddenly falls silent.

Vanessa's feels a sting of pain erupt in her abdomen, and she looks over at Tangerine and Ladybug, both of their hands clasped around the revolver and it's barrel aimed directly at her stomach. Shakily, she raises a hand to her abdomen, immediately feeling liquid deep through her fingers.

The young girl is already running away and into another carriage, leaving the two male assassins to stare at Vanessa in shock.

"Fuck sake," She curses quietly before lowering herself down into a seat, swallowing thickly as she feels bile raise in her throat.

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authors note.
not proof read
he's not dead ayyy !!
saved you lot from that pain again