Crows and Seagulls Are Totally Pals Right?

"Get rid of him or I kill both of you," demanded the boy in white. "I promise your job will get done if I take it."

"No, he obviously doesn't have what it takes. Look at his lack of foresight and self control." Crow said, waving his hand. "I'll make everything neat and clean for you, sir."

"I refuse to let some whorish amateur get in the way of my work," he said flatly. "Forget neat--I work so swiftly and effectively that there is virtually no cleanup, and I'm never seen. My track record is near-flawless."

The poor man rubbed his temples.

"Can't you two just work together...?"

"Because you hired the best and you hired human trash--they don't exactly mesh," replied the boy brutally.

"If I'm so bad," Crow began, "Then why does it even matter? I won't get in your way, if you're superior."

"That's not the point," he replied. "The point is that your very employment is an insult to me and the business I represent--and it's my duty to make sure no one fucks with the family business."

He shrugged slightly.

"You're really stupid, you know?" Crow furrowed his eyebrows seriously. "Get out or take the job, you don't have any other options."

He glanced at his employer again.

"See? This whore has no sense of honor--he'll betray you and jeopardize the job first chance he gets."

Suddenly, Crow wasn't friendly anymore. At all.

"Look." He said to the man in white. "You can think whatever you want, but in the end, I will always be better than you. And that's all that matters in this line of work. Honor or not."

He smirked.

"Oh, the whore has an attitude? Why don't you go back to sucking diseased cocks for dimes--leave the real assassins to their jobs."

"Men!" The employer snapped. "Can we please reach a decision already?"

The boy in white shrugged and pulled the trigger of the gun aimed at Crow.

Within moments, Crow disarmed him and threw him the ground. And he looked damn graceful while doing it, too.

"Decision reached." He informed his employer, not taking his eyes off of the boy in white.

The boy stared at him in disbelief for a long time; he hardly moved to breathe, even.

"...Impossible," he exhaled finally, his voice very quiet. "No one disarms Death's Angel."

Crow, however, grinned like he had never grinned before.

"Never doubt what I say." He snarled. "Now you either work with me, or you get out before I really hurt you."

The boy sat up, glaring.

"...No one...what's your name, manskank?"

"Figure it out for yourself." He replied snarkily. "I don't have any more time to waste with you."

The so-called Angel spat in his face.

"Then I owe you neither respect nor comradery--I will accomplish this mission before you do. Now, good sir, will you please tell us who exactly we're going to be killing?"

As Crow prettied up his face again with his make-up, the man explained. The person they were to kill was a higher up at the company that their employer worked for. It seemed simple, except that the higher up was paranoid and had marine training. He was also heavily armed. But, in order for their employer to move up in the ranks, the higher up needed to be eliminated.

"Give me personal details." Crow pressed afterwards.

The boy snorted, heading for the door.

"You do that--I'll be back in a minute with his head."

Crow smiled.

"Goodbye!" He waved cattily.

-x-

((Where should we skip to? Crow's victory? Their meeting in the future?))

[[Whichever you prefer is fine. Either would be interesting.]]

((Crow's victory, then.))

From his hiding place underneath the desk, the boy in white produced a cord from his jacket. He had been waiting ten minutes for his prey to lower his guard...now was his chance...