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Behind the smirk

DEATH BILL – EPISODE 6

"A Taste of Blood"

SCENE CHANGE – ANOTHER NIGHT, ANOTHER TEST

The night air was thick with tension.

Alexier’s breath came in short, sharp gasps as he crouched in the alleyway.

His hands trembled, fingers gripping the knife Kenji had tossed him hours ago.

"You wanna survive?" Kenji’s voice echoed in his mind. "Then prove it."

Across from him, a man lay on the ground, groaning in pain—one of Kenji’s “test subjects.” A thug who had crossed the wrong people.

Kenji leaned against the alley wall, arms crossed.

"Do it." His voice was calm. Too calm.

Alexier’s fingers tightened around the knife.

His heartbeat pounded in his ears.

He had never killed anyone before.

Kenji sighed, stepping closer. "If you can’t do it, then you’ll never survive in this world."

Alexier’s grip faltered.

The man on the ground coughed, looking up at him with fear.

Alexier froze.

This man was helpless.

He wasn’t a monster.

"This isn’t right."

Kenji’s expression darkened.

In a blink, he grabbed Alexier by the wrist and forced him down, slamming his knee into Alexier’s back.

"Tch. Pathetic."

Alexier gritted his teeth, struggling beneath Kenji’s hold.

"Let go—!"

Kenji twisted Alexier’s wrist, making him drop the knife.

The thug scrambled away, running for his life.

Kenji didn’t even glance at him.

His full attention was on Alexier.

"Listen, kid." His voice was dangerously low. "Out there, no one gives a damn about what’s ‘right.’"

His grip tightened, forcing Alexier to look at him.

"The only thing that matters is who survives."

Alexier stared up at him, eyes burning with frustration.

"You think you can get revenge with morals?" Kenji scoffed. "They’ll eat you alive before you even get the chance."

He finally let go, standing up.

Alexier coughed, pushing himself up on shaky arms.

His pride was shattered.

But more than that…

There was a fire in his eyes.

Kenji smirked. "That’s the look I want to see."

---

SCENE CHANGE – MIDNIGHT, KENJI’S CONDO

Alexier sat on the couch, staring at his own reflection in the whiskey glass Kenji had given him.

He hadn’t taken a sip.

Kenji, sitting across from him, finally broke the silence.

"You hesitated today."

Alexier didn’t answer.

Kenji leaned forward. "Why?"

Silence.

Alexier clenched his jaw. "Because I’m not like you."

Kenji chuckled. "Not yet."

Alexier glared.

Kenji’s smirk didn’t fade.

"You’re angry. Good. Keep that anger." He took a sip of his drink. "But use it the right way."

Alexier hated how Kenji could read him so easily.

But deep down…

He knew Kenji was right.

Kenji set his glass down.

"Tomorrow, we train harder."

Alexier exhaled, closing his eyes.

He was changing.

DEATH BILL – EPISODE 7

"The First Kill"

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SCENE CHANGE – AN ABANDONED WAREHOUSE, MIDNIGHT

The air smelled of metal and dust.

Dim light from a flickering overhead lamp cast long, eerie shadows across the warehouse floor.

Alexier stood frozen.

His fingers were curled around the cold grip of a gun, the weight heavy in his trembling hands.

In front of him, a man was kneeling—bound and gagged, his eyes wide with terror.

Kenji leaned against a rusted metal crate, arms crossed, watching with expectant amusement.

"Pull the trigger, kid."

Alexier’s breath hitched.

"This guy isn’t innocent, if that’s what you’re thinking," Kenji added, lighting a cigarette. "Scum like him? If you don’t kill him, someone else will. Might as well be you."

The man thrashed against his restraints, muffled screams escaping the gag.

Alexier could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears.

"This isn’t like the knife," he thought. "This is worse."

Kenji exhaled smoke, eyeing him.

"You wanna get revenge, right? You wanna make them pay?"

Alexier's fingers tightened on the trigger.

Kenji smirked. "Then stop hesitating."

---

FLASHBACK – THE NIGHT OF THE MASSACRE

The scent of gunpowder and blood.

The sound of his mother’s body hitting the floor.

His father’s lifeless eyes staring at nothing.

His sister’s screams.

A pair of polished leather shoes stepping through the bloodstains—a shadow standing over him as he lay broken and dying.

The words whispered to him before he lost consciousness:

"You’re not worth killing."

---

BACK TO THE PRESENT

Alexier's teeth clenched.

His hands stopped shaking.

His eyes went cold.

BANG!

The gunshot echoed through the warehouse.

The man jerked, then slumped forward—lifeless.

Blood pooled beneath him.

For a moment, there was only silence.

Then—

Kenji chuckled. "Hah… Not bad."

Alexier exhaled slowly, lowering the gun.

Kenji walked over and patted him on the shoulder, his smirk widening.

"Congratulations. You’re finally one of us."

Alexier didn’t answer.

His hands were steady.

But inside…

Something deep and irreversible had

---

SCENE CHANGE – KENJI’S CONDO, LATER THAT NIGHT

Alexier sat on the living room couch, staring at the gun Kenji had given him.

The weight of it felt different now.

He wasn’t just holding a weapon.

He was holding proof of what he’d done.

Kenji walked in, two glasses in hand, setting one down in front of Alexier.

"Drink."

Alexier looked at the amber liquid but didn’t touch it.

Kenji plopped down beside him, sighing.

"You’re thinking too much, kid."

Alexier’s voice was quiet. "Should I not?"

Kenji raised a brow, swirling his glass.

"You did what had to be done. That’s all."

Alexier clenched his jaw.

"Did I?"

Kenji smirked, leaning in slightly.

"If you’re looking for me to tell you that you’re still a good person, you’re asking the wrong guy."

Alexier tensed.

Kenji’s gaze never wavered.

"You crossed the line tonight. There’s no going back."

Alexier swallowed hard, but before he could say anything, Kenji reached out—

And flicked his forehead.

"Don’t overthink it, dumbass."

Alexier blinked, rubbing his forehead. "What the hell?"

Kenji snickered. "You’re brooding too much. First kills are always rough. You’ll get used to it."

Alexier grimaced. "That’s… not exactly comforting."

Kenji smirked, lifting his glass.

"Welcome to hell, kid."

Alexier sighed, finally picking up his own drink.

The ice clinked against the glass as he took a sip, the burn of alcohol distracting him from the weight in his chest.

For the first time, he wondered—

Was this who he was becoming?

---

SCENE CHANGE – MIDNIGHT, THE CITY ROOFTOPS

Alexier sat on the edge of a rooftop, the city lights glowing beneath him.

Kenji stood behind him, arms crossed.

"You’re quiet."

Alexier exhaled, watching the cars move below.

"I don’t know what’s worse."

Kenji raised a brow. "What?"

Alexier’s voice was hollow.

"The fact that I killed someone… or the fact that I don’t feel anything now."

Kenji was silent for a moment.

Then he sighed, dropping down beside him.

"Listen, kid."

"You don’t survive this world by holding on to your conscience. The second you start thinking too much, you’re dead."

Alexier glanced at him.

"Is that how you live?"

Kenji smirked.

"I live how I want. No regrets."

Alexier scoffed. "Bullshit."

Kenji chuckled, nudging Alexier with his elbow.

"You’re finally catching on, huh?"

For a moment, they just sat there, the city stretching before them.

And despite everything—

The blood. The crime. The kill.

Alexier felt something settle.

He wasn’t alone in this anymore.

He had Kenji.

And that scared him more than the gun in his hand.

---

TO BE CONTINUED…

NEXT EPISODE:

Alexier struggles with his first kill.

Kenji pushes him deeper into the underworld.

Their bond grows—twisted by blood and trust.

But somewhere in the shadows… Raiven is watchin

The Weight of a Kill"

SCENE CHANGE – KENJI’S CONDO, EARLY MORNING

A dull headache throbbed behind Alexier’s eyes.

He hadn’t slept.

Instead, he lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying last night’s events.

The gunshot.

The body falling.

The silence afterward.

Kenji had gone to bed like it was just another night, but Alexier couldn’t shake the feeling gnawing at his chest.

He killed someone.

And he didn’t feel anything.

"Shouldn’t I?"

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts.

"Yo, kid. Wake up."

Kenji’s voice was light, but Alexier could hear the amusement beneath it.

The door opened before Alexier could respond. Kenji leaned against the frame, fully dressed, sipping a coffee like he hadn’t dragged Alexier into murder last night.

"You look like shit."

Alexier sat up, rubbing his temples.

"Thanks."

Kenji chuckled. "C’mon. We got work to do."

Alexier frowned. "Work?"

Kenji tossed him a hoodie.

"You think I’d let you sit around moping all day? We’re hitting the gym first."

Alexier groaned, but Kenji only grinned.

"Gotta toughen you up, kid. Killing’s just one part of the job. Staying alive is the other."

---

SCENE CHANGE – UNDERGROUND FIGHTING GYM

The air smelled of sweat and cheap cologne.

The dull roar of fists hitting punching bags filled the space.

Kenji led Alexier inside, ignoring the stares from the other fighters.

"Alright, kid. Time for your first lesson in not dying."

Alexier scoffed. "And you’re my teacher?"

Kenji smirked. "Damn right I am."

---

TRAINING MONTAGE – KENJI VS. ALEXIER

Kenji dodges Alexier’s punches effortlessly, mocking him with every miss.

Alexier grows frustrated, lunging recklessly.

Kenji easily counters, pinning him to the mat.

Alexier glares up at him. Kenji just grins.

"That all you got, rich boy?"

Alexier grits his teeth, pushing himself back up.

He won’t be weak anymore.

---

SCENE CHANGE – LATER, OUTSIDE THE GYM

Alexier sat on the curb, gulping down a bottle of water.

Kenji plopped down next to him, ruffling his sweaty hair.

"Not bad for a beginner. You didn’t completely embarrass yourself."

Alexier swatted his hand away. "That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me."

Kenji grinned. "Don’t get used to it."

For a moment, they just sat there.

Then—

Kenji’s smirk faded slightly.

"So? Still thinking about last night?"

Alexier tensed.

Kenji leaned back, looking at the sky.

"You know, the first time I killed someone, I threw up right after."

Alexier blinked.

"You… did?"

Kenji chuckled. "Yep. Thought I’d be cool about it. Turns out, my stomach disagreed."

Alexier hesitated. "And after that?"

Kenji turned to him, his smirk returning—but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"You stop feeling it. Eventually."

Alexier wasn’t sure if that was reassuring or terrifying.

---

SCENE CHANGE – A HIDDEN ROOM, SOMEWHERE ELSE IN THE CITY

A pair of gloved hands placed a photograph on a table.

The image?

Alexier.

A low chuckle echoed through the dimly lit room.

NEXT EPISODE:

Alexier struggles with his morality.

Kenji pushes him deeper into the underworld.

A mysterious new target appears.

Raiven makes his first time

---

SCENE CHANGE – KENJI’S CONDO, EARLY MORNING

A dull headache throbbed behind Alexier’s eyes.

He hadn’t slept.

Instead, he lay on the couch, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying last night’s events.

The gunshot.

The body falling.

The silence afterward.

Kenji had gone to bed like it was just another night, but Alexier couldn’t shake the feeling gnawing at his chest.

He killed someone.

And he didn’t feel anything.

"Shouldn’t I?"

A knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts.

"Yo, kid. Wake up."

Kenji’s voice was light, but Alexier could hear the amusement beneath it.

The door opened before Alexier could respond. Kenji leaned against the frame, fully dressed, sipping a coffee like he hadn’t dragged Alexier into murder last night.

"You look like shit."

Alexier sat up, rubbing his temples.

"Thanks."

Kenji chuckled. "C’mon. We got work to do."

Alexier frowned. "Work?"

Kenji tossed him a hoodie.

"You think I’d let you sit around moping all day? We’re hitting the gym first."

Alexier groaned, but Kenji only grinned.

"Gotta toughen you up, kid. Killing’s just one part of the job. Staying alive is the other."

---

SCENE CHANGE – UNDERGROUND FIGHTING GYM

The air smelled of sweat and cheap cologne.

The dull roar of fists hitting punching bags filled the space.

Kenji led Alexier inside, ignoring the stares from the other fighters.

"Alright, kid. Time for your first lesson in not dying."

Alexier scoffed. "And you’re my teacher?"

Kenji smirked. "Damn right I am."

---

TRAINING MONTAGE – KENJI VS. ALEXIER

Kenji dodges Alexier’s punches effortlessly, mocking him with every miss.

Alexier grows frustrated, lunging recklessly.

Kenji easily counters, pinning him to the mat.

Alexier glares up at him. Kenji just grins.

"That all you got, rich boy?"

Alexier grits his teeth, pushing himself back up.

He won’t be weak anymore.

---

SCENE CHANGE – LATER, OUTSIDE THE GYM

Alexier sat on the curb, gulping down a bottle of water.

Kenji plopped down next to him, ruffling his sweaty hair.

"Not bad for a beginner. You didn’t completely embarrass yourself."

Alexier swatted his hand away. "That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me."

Kenji grinned. "Don’t get used to it."

For a moment, they just sat there.

Then—

Kenji’s smirk faded slightly.

"So? Still thinking about last night?"

Alexier tensed.

Kenji leaned back, looking at the sky.

"You know, the first time I killed someone, I threw up right after."

Alexier blinked.

"You… did?"

Kenji chuckled. "Yep. Thought I’d be cool about it. Turns out, my stomach disagreed."

Alexier hesitated. "And after that?"

Kenji turned to him, his smirk returning—but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"You stop feeling it. Eventually."

Alexier wasn’t sure if that was reassuring or terrifying.

---

SCENE CHANGE – A HIDDEN ROOM, SOMEWHERE ELSE IN THE CITY

A pair of gloved hands placed a photograph on a table.

The image?

Alexier.

A low chuckle echoed through the dimly lit room.

Episode X: The Scars Beneath the Smirk

The night was quiet, the air thick with the scent of rain-soaked asphalt. Alexier and Kenji sat on the balcony of Kenji’s condo, watching the distant city lights flicker like dying stars. The whiskey bottle between them was nearly empty, and Alexier, his curiosity eating away at him, finally spoke.

"You always act like nothing bothers you," he muttered, swirling his glass lazily. "But people like you... they don't just end up like this without a reason."

Kenji exhaled a plume of smoke, his usual smirk tugging at his lips. "Damn, kid. I didn’t know we were having a therapy session."

Alexier shrugged. "Just seems like you've been through hell."

The smirk faded. Kenji leaned back against his chair, eyes drifting towards the skyline. For the first time, his arrogance wavered.

"Hell?" he echoed, his voice laced with something deeper. "No, kid. Hell would have been kinder."

---

Years Ago – The Orphanage

Kenji had no memories of his parents. The orphanage was the only home he ever knew—a small, crumbling building packed with forgotten children like himself. He remembered the leaky ceilings, the stale food, and the cold nights huddled beneath thin blankets. But there was warmth, too. The laughter of other kids. The gentle hands of Sister Madeleine, who would pat his head and scold him for stealing extra bread.

Then came the fire.

It started in the dead of night, swallowing the orphanage in flames. Smoke filled his lungs, screams echoed around him, and he remembered seeing Sister Madeleine trying to carry two toddlers to safety before the roof collapsed on her.

Kenji ran. He ran even as he heard his friends cry for help, even as the heat seared his skin. The orphanage burned, and so did the only innocence he had left.

---

The Streets & The Monsters That Preyed

Alone, starving, and desperate, Kenji wandered the slums. He quickly learned that the streets were worse than the orphanage had ever been.

And then they found him.

A gang of men—thugs who prowled the city looking for easy prey. They beat him, laughed as they kicked his ribs until he couldn’t move. Then came the real nightmare.

Kenji didn’t speak about what happened next. He never would.

But the bruises never fully faded, and the scars ran far deeper than skin.

The Escape & The First Kill

One night, bleeding and broken, he saw his chance. A distracted guard. A loose brick in the alley. He didn’t hesitate.

Kenji bashed the man’s skull in with everything he had.

Then he ran—ran until his legs gave out, until he collapsed on a dark road.

The headlights of a sleek black car stopped just inches from his body. When he looked up, he saw a man in a pristine suit, long raven hair framing his sharp features. Raiven.

Instead of running him over, Raiven stepped out, crouched beside Kenji, and studied him. There was no disgust in his gaze, no pity. Just recognition.

“You’re barely alive,” Raiven had said. “Yet you still glare at me like a cornered animal.”

Kenji, too weak to move, spat blood and snarled, “Kill me or help me. Don’t just f*cking stare.”

Raiven chuckled. “Interesting.”

And just like that, Kenji’s fate changed.

---

Present Day – The Balcony

Kenji exhaled, the distant memory lingering in his mind like the smoke from his cigarette.

Alexier was silent, watching him carefully. There was no sympathy in his gaze—just understanding.

Kenji let out a dry laugh. “Well, congrats, kid. You got my sob story.”

Alexier shook his head. “That’s not a sob story. That’s survival.”

Kenji looked at him, and for the first time in a long time, he felt like someone truly saw him.