'Two lines which cross once, never meet again. Ethan and Vivian, they really nothing alike'
Jericho wrote on a piece of paper while sitting on a bench in a park covered with snow, in the middle of the night.

'Ethan is more of the pessimist type-- Someone who'd hit himself before life hits him. It's actually funny though, I received the order to get the job done twenty years ago, and now I'm doing it for the same role, just different people.

Vivian on the other hand, she's bubbly-- I like her. We'd jam well. Too bad she's married already. Well even if she wasn't, I'm the the romance type guy so anyways I wouldn't stay. I don't know what you're planning, Fate, but you're really twisted. Nevertheless, it's fun to watch over them. Atleast I'm not bored.

And things will only get interesting from now on, the time is here. I can sit back and relax for a while' He wrote. He had an old calligraphy, cursive handwriting.
"Hey!" A guy stood before Jericho. Three guys stood behind him. They had piercings and tattoos. One of them smoked a cigarette. They all looked typical Russian guys minus the well built body.

"Wow, scary" Jericho said in Russian as he sat on the bench. One of them grabbed his collar and pulled him up "Listen you piece of goop, give us everything you have or we'll beat you to death"
"I don't think I have something you might like though. I am a really old fashioned man"

"Hey look! He's wearing a watch!" They snatched the watch from his hand.
"Wow seems antique! I'm taking it. Wonder how much will this sell for?"
"What else do you have?!"
"A book and a pen" They took the book and the pen kept near the paper on the bench.

"What the fuck is this?" One of them said as he looked at the paper. He crushed it and threw it aside.
"Gimme some fucking money."
"Sorry, you've caught the wrong person. I might be more broke than you, mate."

"You got a death wish, boy?!"
"Why? Are you Satan?" Jericho asked innocently.
"What the--"
Then one of them looked at his choker which was gold lined."That seems expensive. Give it here!" He shouted.
"I'm afraid I can give you everything but that" Jericho smiled.
"Bastard!" The guy holding his collar said as he punched Jericho and he fell on the ground.

"Give that shit here!" He tried snatching out the choker from his neck. "
Wow! It's pure metal! It'll fetch us a good price"
"This thing isn't for you guys. You need to grow up for this" Jericho held his hand but that guy pushed his hand away and tried pulling out the choker from his neck.

"How have you put this on? You shitheads, help me!" He shouted. They all pulled together but it didn't move an inch. "This is actually a good massage. Hey you, pull harder." Jericho lay relaxed on the ground.

"Man, what the- This dude is weird!"
"Shoulders next"
Suddenly, the book's brown and old cover had a golden clock drawn on it which started ringing like a huge church bell and started glowing.
"Alright, I've gotta go now. See you guys or not" Jericho got up. He picked up his book and pen.

"Wait!"
"My watch," He looked around.
"Hey, I said wait!" One of the guys shouted as he pulled Jericho back by his choker.
"You're annoying" Jericho said. His voice was colder and deeper. He turned back and looked at him through his grey eyes, filled with anger.

They took a step back. Jericho pressed his forehead on one of theirs and whispered "If you want a choker so bad, I'll get you one- Straight from hell" He had small fangs which were barely visible.
"What?" As he looked up, Jericho was gone. Suddenly he felt his heart squeezing and his neck getting tighter, with some force pushing it inside.

"Boss!" The other three guys shouted. He shouted as a choker appeared on his neck and grew smaller, choking him to death.
"...This is pure gold!"
"Can you pull it out if his neck?!"

Jericho stood at the top of a building nearby and took a deep sigh "Seriously mortals are actually fun to play with. You just need a golden bone" The book in his hand grew brighter and he opened it.

"Let's see," He looked inside.

Slowly the morning sun entered the window. Kirito opened his eyes and looked at Vivian. She had her hand over his face.
"Dammit-- it's rough!" He threw it aside. He got up and yawned while looking at the wall clock.

"Oh yeah, office." He scratched his head. He got up, slipped and fell right above Vivian, holding himself safely away from her by placing his hands firmly on the sofa.

"It's your fault!"

'Great, now I'm talking to a sleeping person. I need to make frequent visits to a doctor to control stupidity' He thought as he looked at her. Then, he looked at her white shirt and yellow pajamas "Why do you have such a bad choice of clothes. It's like they insult you" She turned towards the sofa and mumbled something. He leaned towards her to listen.

"Kirito," She said beneath her breath. He moved away and covered her face with the blanket.

'It's disgusting'

He stood under the shower and looked up at the ceiling as the hot water fell on his eyes.
"I feel disgusted by myself. What the hell are you doing--me?"
The sun soon disappeared and the clouds grumbled. A windstorm took over. Kirito looked out of the glass door. He was wearing a jersey and a T- Shirt. A smile covered his face "It's gonna rain."

He ran out of the apartment and got to the terrace. As the rain poured, he walked out slowly and stood under it. The raindrops striked his face as he closed his eyes. He spread his arms and enjoyed the raindrops.
"It's really coming down." He heard and turned back. Vivian stood at the terrace door with an umbrella in her hand. He looked at her and she looked back him.

"Vivian,"
"The smell of the rain woke me up," She smiled. She kept the umbrella aside and walked to Kirito.
"So, you like rain?" She asked.
"Yeah, it's one of those few things I like. It's refreshing"

Vivian pressed her fingers on her chin. "Oh! That's why you like showers too."
"Yeah, I think,"
"What is it? Do you feel unwell?" .
"... I--" He sneezed "I've caught a cold actually."

Kurosava was sitting inside his cabin when he received the call. He picked it up and got the good news.
"You found her?!" He sprung up from his chair while pressing his phone on his ears.
"Yes, her name is Aria. She debuted from Kirito's company. However, she didn't take any projects after that"

"Excellent work, Tanabe!"
"Thank you, sir."
Kurosava hung up the phone and looked at the Vivian's magazine photograph on his phone's wallpaper.

"Now, I can meet you, my love."
           
- To be continued

Ellios Kurosava
My Heart Hates Me