Atasuke took the handgun from Amami, holding it gingerly as he wrapped his fingers around the grip. Slowly, he extended his arm and raised so that he could aim down the sights, a slight frown forming on his face as he did so. Weapons were nothing like the movies, real ones had weight, drag, and multiple bits and pieces that had to be maintained regularly. He kept his finger off the trigger, rolling around the weapon in his palm, getting used to the feeling of the cold steel tingling his nerves.

It would be easy. 

All he had to do was load a clip into it, chamber a round, and squeeze the trigger. And just like that, a life would be gone, the flame of the soul extinguished, and all he would hear would be the hollow jingle of a brass casing. 

But he didn't let that show in his facial expressions, instead opting to keep a fixed grin on his face.

Turning to Amami, he nodded. "I shall try my best. Though you'll have to forgive me if I'll never be as proficient in this area as you are, Amami-san."

Just then, the tiger-fish collapsed, and the Neko-boy was slicing the refrigerator in half. 

Ruining the kitchen he had just cleaned.

"Koneko-kun, you are making a mess." Atasuke stated flatly. 

'And trying my patience you little shit. I'm going to kill you.' 

Wait a minute, that was a disturbing thought that had just crossed his mind. 

"Your fish should be on the counter, where you had left it to thaw."

'My one day off and I have to put up with this. One day I'm going to slice you open with a letter opener.'

Atasuke paused, and rubbed his head. "I think I feel a headache coming on. I'm going to take a hot shower."

Stuffing the pistol in his overcoat, he took off his cleaning gloves, rolled down the sleeves of his suit, and trudged back into his bedroom.

He needed to take his medication; kept him calm.