Atsushi's solution is a stupid one. The contents of the package spill out in all of their lewd glory, clattering to the ground. Lube, condoms, and unfortunately for Atsushi, a second, now-broken bottle of perfume. The liquid spills on the ground in front of him, aroma filling the air. It's much more prominent now, enough so that Akutagawa can smell it. It's a sweet smell, and it will shortly become a problem.

More than that, though, is the issue of the fact that Atsushi has destroyed his task. Losing the potential payment is of less concern to Akutagawa than being unable to complete a job. Once again, the strong desire to murder Atsushi on the spot swells up inside of him. It would be so simple. The weretiger is completely defenseless and distracted. Rashoumon could devour him easily.

But they have a deal, so instead of summoning his ability, Akutagawa kneels in front of Atsushi and grabs him by his hair, yanking his head back so he's forced to look at him. His eyes flash, the strong hatred that he feels only for his mentor's replacement obvious.

"You," he growls, not bothering to hide the disdain in his voice. "I'll slaughter you here."

He will not.