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pkmntrainergreyze · 7 years

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Hitman for Hire (Gerard Way Imagine)

A/n: Thanks for the notes you guys. I’m sorry this was late, I realized just now that this imagine wasn’t posted in months now ;-;

(Okay I’ll stop with the ;-; ‘emoji’)

I’m not sure if I could update more, since examinations near. Wish me luck guys, algebra is killing me.

Anyways, Enjoy

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“Agent Way you’re not supposed to do that…” I felt the words trailed off before I heard a loud bang! coming from the now cold lifeless business man. He was corrupted to begin with anyways, just in it for the taxes of the nation. Agent Way smirked “Who cares?”, the ‘a’ in the word 'cares’ dragged longer. How immature can this excuse of a man- no, a hitman get?

“We’re supposed to eliminate him by a stab-” He placed his right index finges in my mouth, his mouth formed an 'o’. “Shhh” rolling my eyes, I placed my pistol back in the bag with a groan. “Agent Dun will be as done as his name, don’t you feel bad for him? He hacked the cameras just for us to properly elimate him?” I want to ask do you have any conscience at all? but I guess not.

It’s his turn to roll his eyes. He placed his hand in his waist and dang, He’s so slim after all the years of working out in the agency huh? “We can always fake his death, Agent (L/n)” does he actually think that reassured me?

He’s always the laziest man on the job- going for his pistol. I wish he would just pay attention to the files.

Every man avoids to be his partner- even Agent Toro! The most patient one in our organization. He is so notorious for this behavior. Although he’s the most brutal one at the group, I mean, one time he killed twenty men with just a sharpie, stabbed a man with just a toothbrush, instant death, he’s not exactly the most obedient one.

“We?” I scoffed, avoiding his dependent gaze. He poked the dead man and took it as a sign of death. He can’t make me do stuff! What is he? My boss? All I remember is that Mr. U’s our boss.

He didn’t seem to listen. He grabbed the nearest ballpoint pen out there and blood spurted out even more, scattering down the carpet.

“If you have your DNA there I swear…”

“Shush! I have my gloves ya know?”

“And a hair net?”

“What kind of f*cking hitman wears a hairnet?” He retorted, his glare practically sent to my direction. Well, it was a stupid question but I just tried to bulge his strong built confidence.

I mean, he has long greasy hair that looks badas-

Nope! Avoid those thoughts! You are a hitman (Y/n) (L/n)! A hitman! No relationships!

Gerard’s hair strands flew from when he blew it, his hands found it’s way to tie down the man, a bit too tight to make it seem like it was long there. The bloody ballpoint pen and gloves was already disposed in a ziplock bag.

“Let’s go?” He asked while walking out the door. I grumbled lightly when he kissed my cheek before he left, so I couldn’t help it, I hate how this man makes me feel a bit too odd.

After a bit of traveling- okay, maybe not a bit, but we traveled passing by five cities. Entering our office once more. Mr. U stood there, stimmering, his feet tapping wild like constant raindrops and his face as red as tomatoes.

“Agent Way and Agent (L/n)!”

Crap, this is why I hate working with him. Why did I have wake up late that day? I could have been partnered with Agent Iero.

I mean, it’s always fun and games with Agent Iero.

His hand clenched to the metal bar as the boss spoke. Fumbling to make his voice clear as he took a step forward, stumbling on his way in front of the door. I sighed and walked in a straight body and a chin up head. Remaining professional is always part of the job, one wrong move means one wrong bullet down your skull.

Mr. U, the man with his forehead as large as his name, which is pretty darn known around this world, he’s the sh*t, and even a bigger one when he’s mad, he is right now, unfortunately in front of me.

“Gerard…” His voice vibrated slightly and Agent Way stiffened. Mr. U would always use an agent’s real first name to threaten them, and now I’m witnessing the hundredth time he’s spoken his.“We do not play around in this job…” Agent Way slightly smiled.

“And (Y/n) you swore to take care of him” His eyes as peirce as an iron sword I laughed nervously. “I know Mr. U but Agent Way here-” I sent Agent Way the same dirty look.

“Doesn’t like to follow orders”

“Well” Mr. U smirked, arms crossed before we walked towards us. “this room doesn’t have to be dirtier and redder than this, isn’t that right?” he tapped and held one of of shoulders, it hurts, he grips it too tight, but I knew I deserve it. “Agents?”

“Y-Yes sir!”

“Yes sir”

“Good” He sat back to his comfortable, probably five star, seat, his elbows on the chair’s arm and his feet crossed in the glass table. “I have another mission for the two of you, don’t f*ck it up” he tossed files beside his feet, with a picture of a bald man attached to it.

“Make sure to follow what’s written” I think that was mostly directed to Way. “I think that is your specialty Agent Way” He grabbed the file with interest and flipped the pages.

Korse (Name Unknown)

Age: 51

Description: Rumored to be a big drug lord in town. Corrupt. He had finished mastering law. He lost his mother at a young age.

Prefered cause of death by the client: “Kill him with a shot in the right temple, I heard he’s going to go to a comic convention next Tuesday, wear killjoy outfits. There are no CCTVs in the building yet, it is brand new, I beg you, kill him for me, I’ll pay a bank full.”

Agent Way smirked, I didn’t read all the details, I just skimmed to the important ones. You see, I don’t like killing people with no wrong deeds, that’s probably the reason why Mr. U preferred if I handle the job.

“Agent Stumph and Agent Wentz will join you on eliminating the target, are you up for it?” Mr. U asked after removing his legs on the table and his closed fists replaced the position.

“I want to do this alone with Agent (L/n) if you don’t mind? Oh, and I want the Party Poison costume” I stared at disbelief. No way in hell, okay, wrong statement, Way better stay in hell.

“I’ll have a rearrangement” Mr. U looked at my direction. “Is there any request?”

Knowing Mr. U, he wouldn’t let me change his mind, I shook my head.

Looks like I’ll have a long night with Agent Way-or should I say, Party Poison. More like a night alone, and an elimination happening single-handedly.

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We arrived in the God forsaken place, it was a pretty lit party, I think, well it won’t be lit without cocaine on the carpet now wouldn’t it? I stared at the floor in disgust. Looks like there will be blood on the dance floor.

And no, this was not the place me and “Party” was supposed to go, someone (you-know-who) got us lost like mad cats.

Did I also told you I’m wearing (KJ/n) costume? It so happens to be Party Poison’s love interest, courtesy to Agent Way and Agent Iero for encouraging Mr. U to do this.

I groaned lightly, I do like the costume, it wasn’t so bad, but the party near- or I hope was near the comic convention, got Agent Way’s attention, that punk.

“Way we have to go!” I yelled to bury my voice into the music, careful not to call him agent out of the office, but Agent Way stuck his tongue out “You’re not my mother!”

Great, I’m babysitting a hitman.

I rolled my eyes, guess I have to do everything like I said. So much for undercover.

My combat boots found it’s way to the building with no help. I really needed the help I could get from asking strangers earlier so I did. God, I wish Agent Way let Agent Stumph and Wentz to join instead of leaving us two on the mission, he would have guided me there with my headset and Agent Wentz would have given me my gun (that Mr. U likes to get from me- he’s not exactly giving me the permission to use it)

But no- I traveled alone, kudos to Party Poison. Gee, I sound salty.

I found myself silently judging the people- more like couples who wore a matching Party Poison and (KJ/n) shirts, disgusting honestly.

“A lot of people sure like the two of them huh?”

“Yep, it’s a trend people get into, mostly couples” I jumped when I heard the familiar voice, Mikey smiled. It’s Agent Way’s brother. Trust me, he’s hundred percent better than his own brother.

He wore this red jacket-thingy I couldn’t describe and a yellow shirt with some kind of slashed pattern in it-don’t ask me, I’m not a fashionista, I’m an assassin, a hitman if you prefer.

“Heard my brother’s off smoking, I had to fill in” Agent Mikey Way said. “But… I’m not in the job to kill, I’m just here to make sure you’d carry out the deed, I’m not exactly assigned to do other things than watch and help, so is Agent Iero and Toro”

Dang it.

“Nah, that’s okay really kiddo” he smiled- which was rare, consider it an achievement.

I found Agent Iero in costume as well, I think the name of the man he’s playing is Fun Ghoul, from the posters and constant chattering about it. “He’s so hot! He looks exactly like the character”

I swear I almost snorted when I heard the group of teenagers, ahh their thoughts scares me.

Agent Toro was still left unnoticed, nice job Toro. He held a walkie-talkie in hand, I simply raised an eyebrow in confusion but he didn’t saw me.

“Target on your right” I heard his voice spoke, out of the blue I suddenly felt my palm on my neck. I didn’t realize Agent Way- the other way, was smart enough to put a voice chip there without me knowing.

I looked to the right, seeing Korse walk pass a few tables and stopped to a woman with straight black hair that seems to ve wearing a white coat. His face looked blank as a sheet of paper, but I knew with just the right amount of pencil, I could tell what was once written in the pages.

I pretended to play cool, the usual. I placed my elbows in the table and stared at the dishes served, pretending to be interested in plain broccoli. I saw him move out and I did the same.

“He’s heading to the bathroom” Agent Toro spoke once more and Agent Iero leaned on the wall, while the flock admired his look.

“Omg! He looks exactly like the ray of sunshine Jet Star!”

“Let’s take a picture!”

“Sh*t” I giggled when his curse was sfill transmitted to the device.

I headed exactly where the bald man was up in, luckily it was not the men’s room, just the sink between the two doors. He opened up the faucet and the water ran. I tilted my head and peaked in to the mirror in his front.

Only to see him with a small smirk. “Hello Agent (L/n)”

I pulled out my gun and removed the safety, he laughed. “Well well, quite the aggressive one aren’t you?” I scoffed. He sounds like Agent Gerard Way

“Why are you alone to do the deed? Isn’t your admirer supposed to be here with you?” I rolled my eyes at his pathetic words. Pathetic.

He’s probably off to f*ck stoned girls. He’s useless!

But for some reason… It hurts.

I diverted my attention back at the man. “Who are you really?” his smirk only grew inches wider, he didn’t spoke.

“I am your father”

Is he high?

I rolled my eyes, it felt like the hundredth time this week. I smiled at his weakly. “Enough bullsh*t Korse”

He looked a bit down, his confident smile dropped he raised his head at me.

I pulled the trigger

Nothing happened, like a Magikarp using splash. No bullets came out. “Sh*t”

I’m so doomed, with no patrol to guide my way out of this hell of a scene. Korse just shook his head, leaning at the sink in disappointment. Guess the disappointment, sinked in? Why am I making puns now? I hate doing that.

And I’d hate dying right now.

He pulled out a pistol in his pockets, it flashed in the light, it’s metallic view is breathtaking, literally now that I’m about to emerge back to hell, where I came from.

Bang!

I opened my once deeply closed eyes and saw blood stains on the white tiles, on top of it was supposedly my murderer. I looked up and saw oh who else can it be?

Gerard f*cking Way.

He smirked as he rolled Korse’s head with his shoes.

He shot him in the right temple. Instant death. He ran his fingers in his own greasy hair, he raised his chin a bit, like an alpha showing some dominance, this time over some corpse, which is Korse.

“Hey babe” I scoffed once more.

“After going out, leaving me all alone in this you say Hey babe?” I spat in disgust. He laughed, a hand behind his neck. “You have my brother and Agent Toro with you or maybe…” He went closer, he leaned in, towering my form (-trying to). He placed a finger on my chin and raised it “You just preferred to be with me?”

I bitterly scoffed, how dare he?

But deep inside, I was worried the whole time, there are always this voices wondering if he was alright out there in the party, if he knew what he was doing, if he actually still care about me and our plans on the elimination …. Up until now, I still don’t know the answers to those questions.

“In your dreams Way” I almost forgot to reply his narcissistic comment. “Let’s go, Mr. U will kill us if we don’t head back to the base, anyways, where did you came from when you suddenly burst out of nowhere?” I askes while walking out the empty halls with the man in my tail.

“Bathroom windows, duh” He answered, hands on his waist, his now red dyed hair still sticking out of his face.

I didn’t realize his hands snaked to my waist, I felt my face heat up a bit, cursing myself silently, hoping he wouldn’t notice.

“So, (KJ/n)?” His voice sounded so suave, and his eyes seems to be lazily relaxed. “Yes 'Party’?” I questioned with air quotation marks.

“Let’s finally get married, I hate dealing with Fun Ghoul all the time!” He whined, I laughed a bit. He could be an actor from this, I heard that comic would be turned into a TV show on Netflix, he should probably play on that role.

“You should play as Party Poison in that future TV show, I heard they’re still looking for an actor” His eyes lit up, it felt like it was sparkling our like pixie dust when I voiced out my thoughts. “You think?”

“Yeah” I placed my gun back in the bag, since we’re near the crowd. His innocent eyes turned back to his signature look.

“But….” He pursed his lips as we walk a few steps. “If I became Party Poison’s actor you have to be (KJ/n), my dime piece wife” he emphasized on the 'my’

I laughed nervously, is he planning on something again? I swear if he persuaded the boss to make me marry him it wouldn’t be that bad

Wait what?

Nope! No relationships!

…Right?

He remained smiling, it haunts me so badly, I wish I could scream out. I shook my head and continued to walk pass him.

But why does it seem so genuine?

I brushed away the thought. No way!

“In your dreams Way?” I threw profanities at myself for making it sound like a question. It only made the man even more cockier. He snickered and pulled me closer. “Let’s take a picture” he mysteriously pulled out a clean phone from his pocket, he opened his camera app and placed the phone up.

Let me tell you, this is just one of million unforgettable events I have with Gerard Way.

The light flashed, capturing out his reckless moment, and my small comical frown

Gerard Way, the only man who ruins my plans.

But for some reason, he took the bullet for me.

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