Synesthesia (Chapter 01) 2p!Canada X Reader

Synesthesia (Chapter 1)
[2p!Canada X Reader)
Warning! This has a slight crossover with ‘Canaan’ (the anime).
{ Italic is set in the past}

Sound to smell, color to sound, emotions and intents to colors.
Bang!
Using an opening that lasted for a fraction of a second, you pulled out your gun and shot at him. He dodged by a hair, taking long strides in your direction, his gun in his hands and his arms in the air.
“[First Name/Alias]...” he grinned, “Nice to see you again, my old rival.”
“Matt... What brings you here?” You raised an eyebrow, keeping him at gun point.
“You see, doll... I’m just here to talk to you. Heard of the ‘Red Leaves’?” he questioned you as his strides turned into small steps, circling you.
“Who hasn’t?” You back away, moving your gun ever so slightly to keep him in range.
“Great, that makes my life easier...” he stopped moving for a minute to turn to you, “How would you like to join them? They are making their way to the top terrorist organization. The pay is great... and you could easily get a high position. After all, you know their leader well.”
You pull the trigger, missing only by a few millimeters, “Oh, hell. The destruction of that consortium is what I live for.” Your reply was immediate and solid.

You grit your teeth as you take the bullet out of your arm with the tweezers. You stand above your sink, beside you, your secretary Elizabeta, is currently sitting down on the bed in your room, watching you. The bullet plops into the sink as you pant, and you hear your secretary chuckles slightly while the iron scent of blood floods through your ears*.
“[Second Alias/Name]... How un-ladylike of you...” she clucks her tongue and shakes her head, but you can tell that she’s hiding a giggle.
You know, thanks to your synesthesia, that her intentions are never pure. She accepted to join this the Anti-Red Leaves, but it isn’t all for good... But that didn’t bother you.
“Matt... he’s changed...” You say, applying a bandage to the wound, “He’s gotten a lot better.” 
And then something- or rather, someone, burst through the door of your little forest home.

“Is that so? That’s a shame then...” he suddenly ducked and rolled, shooting at you.
“You’ve changed Matt.” You shook your head, avoiding the hit.
His grin faltered as he looked up at you, “I’m not Matt. I am Matthew. Matthew Williams, the founder of the Red Leaves.”
Quickly, you dodge. It was unexpected; his color never changed. Matthew’s natural color was white or red, something quite unusual. Usually, when someone has killing intent, their color is blue, like the sun is to you yet Matt’s color at the time was the same as ever. You dropped your gun and took out a hunting knife before it landed on the ground. The train turned, making the two of you lose balance, and you dropped to the ground, only to slide up to him and slash him across the chest. After getting that clean hit, your eyes widened as he positioned his gun, his hands somewhat shaky, and shot your arm. As fast as you could at the time, you backed away and the train stopped at the station, where you made your exit while Matthew grinned, lying on the floor. The wound was too shallow to kill, but enough to stop him for a while.

“Hey,” a familiar, tan boy stands in the doorway after busting the door down, “Miss me, doll?”
“If it isn’t Al... ‘been a while.” You nod in his direction as you tighten the bandage.
“Of course it’s me. Who’d you expect? Anyways; heard you got a little run-in with my brother.” You smirk as he speaks, he really hasn’t changed his straight-to-the-point-no-bullshit way of talking.
“Yeah... Seems as if he’s having some success.” You open the fridge and toss him a pack of carrots, knowing of his vegan diet.
“Thanks,” he opens the pack, stepping inside and closing the door behind him, “Tell me more about my bro.” He adds, munching on the little orange vegetable.
“He’s with the Red Leaves. And he’s strong...” You take a [Favorite Snack] and sit at the table, motioning for all to take a seat in front of you.
Meanwhile, as the two of you discuss Matt, Elizabeta starts getting bored and decides to leave your bedroom to go to her office.
Your little house is one story, two medium sized bedrooms, each with a full bath, an office, a kitchen with a small dining area, one half bathroom, and a laundry room. It’s located in a neighborhood far in the woods in [Country and city of Choice]. As most people would say, it’s situated in the middle of nowhere.
“And so, that’s what happened.” You finish your story about your little trip on the train,
Al smirks, “Good to know my bro’s doing well... too bad I’ll have to kill him sometime soon.”
“You’re still working around with Ollie?” You ask curiously, “How’s he doing?”
“Same as ever... Oh, and guess what,” he grins cockily.
“Tell me.” You sit back, amused that he hasn’t changed one bit.
“I’ve made it on the top 5 assassins working for the government. Ollie, Francis, Yao, and Ivan’s level.” He announces proudly.
“Good for you, man.” You lean forward to pat his shoulder in congratulations.
He chuckles, “Thank-you, thank-you... So, old friend, I’m not only here for business... how about we talk about random shit just like old times?”
“Sure, why not...” You roll your eyes. Alfred’s extremely nosy when it comes to other people’s personal lives.
“I see you’ve got a gal to live with... didn’t know you swung that way.” He gestures to Elizabeta’s closed office door.
“Nah, she’s just my secretary.” You explain in a neutral tone.
“Oh, so you’re still a virgin? I feel bad for you...” Alfred certainly didn’t look like he felt bad. In fact, it looks to you as if he is trying to hide laughter.
“Don’t. It’s all by choice. And don’t tell me you’re any different.” You raise an eyebrow at the American.
“Yeah... you’ve got some nice assets, so I’m sure you’ve received offers... And I am different. I’m no virgin; I’ve needed to... persuade a few women in my job.” He finishes the last of his carrots.
You sigh, “Too much info, but good for you man, good for you...”
Suddenly, it all got silent and awkward. Alfred then coughs and rises.
“Thanks for the carrots... I’ll be seeing you around, [First Alias/Name].” He move towards the door.
“See you Al... And now it’s [Second Alias/Name.”

*Remember the first line; I’ll add it to every chapter. Sound is smell, so when you smell something, it’s more like you hear it.