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ʀᴇɴᴇɢᴀᴅᴇ ᴅᴏᴡɴ (1x1 w/ Jikkah)

“I was thinking country-side, nothing too big.” She teased. “You can afford that, right?”

Franco. It had been years since she had seen him, the last time being before the guild. “Sorry, the Guild is a bit of a revolving door.” She said with a shrug, hoping he’d take the hint and get lost.
 
Megohime laughed too, glad he had humored her.

“Hoping he’s one too?” Amaya flicked away the remainder of her cigarette, looking to him. “What do you want, Franco?”
 
She felt disgust crawl over the back of her neck, moving away from him. “If you’re looking for a fuck, go to Pussy.”
 
“Yeah, well I don’t do that anymore.” Amaya replied shortly, pushing away from the wall to head back inside. “Fuck off, Franco.” She was too drunk to deal with him, wanting to just get back inside.
 
She was jerked back want to or not, stumbling as she turned to face him, swinging hard for his face. “You paid for me, there’s a difference..!”
 
His words were like a punch to the gut, slamming her forehead into his nose. At the same time she managed to yank a hand free, grabbing her knife and shoving him as hard as she could. The struggle caused her to slice open his throat, everything happening in the blink of an eye.
 
Her breath caught in her throat, freezing where she was. That wasn’t what she had planned to do- a drunken accident. She moved to try and stop the bleeding as well, dropping her knife and pressing her hands over the wound. “J-Just hang on, keep pressure on it..!”
 
There was nothing she could do, she had severed his artery and he was going to die. Amaya did her best to hold pressure over his neck, but she knew it was useless once the blood started to slow. She sat silently next to his body, covered in his blood.
She was screwed; she couldn’t go back into the bar looking the way she did, leaving her own her own. She scrambled to get her knife, dragging his body further into the alleyway to stay out of sight, doing her best to stay quiet.
 
Amaya had just finished stuffing Franco’s body into the dumpster, holding her breath as she watched Sasuke look around for her. Should she even involve him? It could spell even worse trouble if she were to involve the company.
“Sasuke.” She moved to the entrance of the alley, still drenched in Franco’s blood. “I messed up.”
 
She shook her head, still a bit woozy from her drinking. “It’s not mine.” She glanced down the alleyway. “It was an accident, I didn’t mean to kill him, I was just trying to get him off me.”
 
She swallowed the lump in her throat. “It was a guy I used to know, we got into an argument- I cut his throat.. he’s in the dumpster.” She motioned behind her. “Sasuke, he’s a normal.”
 
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