[REVISED]

Chapter 1: Meet Mikan

I Just Didn't Know

In the busy streets of nightlife Tokyo, nobody would've noticed the dangerous lurkers nor the people called as Assassins. No one was sure whether they existed or not—only the wealthy people who can afford to hire one knows. The Assassin business first started as a rumour in the local areas of Tokyo until a famous politician was murdered cruelly and his rival for the election won.

In the southern part of Tokyo, Hama Rikyu, the beautiful cherry blossoms started to lose its petals. You can see and feel that summer was already creeping its way to Japan. The people attended a mini festival which was hosted by one of the broadcasting station that will showcase different kinds of fireworks. Nobody would have probably noticed that somewhere near them, a felony was about to happen.

9:08pm

In one of the dark alleys of Hama Rikyu, a pair of male were running for their lives. One of the man was carrying a bag, tightly tucked between his arms, which contained a newly-develop prototype of machine to increase the amount of money. The tall man carried most of the guns; he has a huge scar which drawn across his face, making it unforgettable to look at. The other one—a short man carried the bag, he was shivering in fright.

"Did she saw which way we took?" The midget asked to his partner who was loading the bullets in his gun.

"I think she did." His partner replied as he kept looking sideways in case of a surprise ambush.

"Ssssh!" The midget hissed as he bent a little from his spot. "I hear her footsteps." They saw a shadow creeping its way to them, they looked up and saw a petite figure staring down at them. They weren't much sure whether the figure was smiling at them or not, but they could see her shiny, white teeth under her shadow.

As soon as the fireworks started to pop in the sky, they clearly saw half of her face, a slightly transparent, black veil covered most of the lower part. Her honey coloured eyes met theirs. The tall man pointed his gun at her and pulled the triggered, the bullet shot wasn't heard for the fireworks continued to burst in the air.

She jumped down from her spot and stood in front of the men. "You should practice more," She advised. "If you can survive, that is." Her long, black coat fluttered along with the windy breeze that passed them.

"Fallen Angel!" The midget gasped as he stared at her from head to toe.

"Don't forget about me!" Another girl shouted from above, as she jumped down, landing beside the pursuer.

Taking a quick glimpse at her, you could see her curvy figure showing. She tucked some of her light yellow-coloured hair strands behind her ear before gazing at the two men in front of her. She was wearing a diagonal half mask, a pair of black leather gloves and a black trench coat.

"Black Mist!" The midget gaped, backing away a little.

"Black what?" The tall man muttered as he watched his friend shaking from fright.

The blonde girl sighed at her sight, she felt her popularity sinking. "You're so slow for noticing I'm the marvellous Black Mist." She enjoyed praising her name, much to her co-workers' dismay at her cocky attitude.

"Black Mist," The brunette hissed, showing an annoyed face. "You should just shut your mouth. Honestly, being your partner is such a humiliation."

"Kyaaaa!" She screeched as she tugged her friend's sleeve. "Angel-chan, I really love that look of yours."

"What's wrong with this people? They are so weird." The tall man mumbled, showing a face of disgust.

Unfortunately, Black Mist heard him. She gave him a terrifying glare, making the two flinched and felt shivers from their spine, and she charged toward the man, her fists curled into a ball. The impact was so immense that the man collided with the wall behind him, spurts of blood came out from his head and mouth.

"Never ever," She said, emphasizing the word ever. "Call me weird." After that she cracked her knuckles and turned to the other man who was carrying the bag.

The girl called Fallen Angel just simply rolled her eyes at her friend's action. Even though Black Mist was such an embarrassment to her and the underground world of Assassins, she couldn't deny that her partner had a high-level of skills which matched hers. "End the mission, Black Mist."

Black Mist gave a slight nod and walked toward the other man. She took a sharp blade from her belt bag and stabbed the midget's eye out. She kept pushing in and out the blade with a wide smile carved on her face. She enjoyed every second of it.

"I had enough." Black Mist said as she threw the knife toward the body. Of course, she had enough. After thirty seconds of pushing the blade in and out would tire someone out. And it bored her, too.

"Let's leave." Fallen Angel insisted, sighing at her friend.

"How about the machine?" The blonde asked, pointing her index finger to the bag.

"The given order is to kill the men who stole the machine," Fallen Angel said as she kicked one of the men's legs. "We have no obligation to return the machine."

"Whatever you say." Black Mist said as she swished her hand at her.

Then the two of them instantly disappeared into thin air, not leaving a trace of anything that will lead the murder to them.

At a small yet extravagant-looking room, Fallen Angel removed her veil and sat on the couch. She placed her legs on the coffee table in front of her. She stared at the black cloth and gave out a heavy sigh as if she carries the entire population of Japan's burden.

"Hey," Black Mist called as she crossed her arms. "You didn't even do anything at all."

"And your point is?" The brunette barked, raising one of her brows at her partner.

"I did the dirty work again." The blonde said as she sat on the coffee table, taking a pack of cigarettes from her pocket.

"That's your job, Luna." Her partner said while grinning.

Luna stared at her for a moment and beamed a smirk, "As you say, Mikan."

Mikan bent towards her partner and patted her head like a dog. She leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes.

"Hey," Luna called as she poked her friend's leg using her toes.

"What?" Mikan spoke whilst her eyes are still closed.

"You're way past your bed time," Luna said while stretching her arms up. "If your mom knows you're out, she's going to ground you."

Like a reflex action, Mikan stood from her spot and screamed loudly. She removed all of her clothing and changed into a casual type of clothes. She left through the window, which was the quickest way outside, leaving Luna all alone in the room.

After a couple of minutes being alone, Yuka lighted a cigarette and gave a huff out. "I really dislike that stupid personality of yours." She took another puff.

"You stupid girl!" Yuka cried, her hands on her hips. "I'm so worried about you!"

"Sorry Mom," Mikan said while she kept on bowing to her mother. "I lost track of time while studying at Hotaru's."

Yuka stared at her with suspicion. She looked at her daughter's eyes and she felt like she was telling the truth. "Very good." She said as she patted her daughter's head. The brunette was thankful that this assassin business helped her in some ways in daily life. Her lying techniques improved thanks to the work she was taking.

Mikan went upstairs and entered her room. She walked toward her drawer and fumbled around it but she couldn't find it. She started to curse in her mind. "Where the heck is it?" She asked herself as she removed a few things—like nail polishes, few bracelets and a couple of underwear—from the drawer.

When her hands had taken hold of something, she instantly took it out and removed her hands out from the drawer, revealing an eyeglass with no lens. She wore the glasses and checked herself out at the mirror.

"Perfect." She said as she removed the glasses and placed it on the side table. She changed into her pajamas, went to her bed and drifted off to sleep.

The next day, the sun shone down brightly as much as it could. The chirping birds added more flavor to the morning.

"Kyaaaaa! I'm late." Mikan screamed as she rose from her bed. She glared at her alarm clock and threw it on the wall. She hated how she bought an expensive alarm clock but had always failed to wake her up.

She quickly wore her school uniform and glasses as fast as she could, she went downstairs and headed to the kitchen. She took a slice of bread from the table and went out of the house.

"Damn," She cursed under her breath as she checked her wristwatch. "I have four minutes until they close the school gate."

Whilst she focused more on her watch than her way, she accidentally bumped onto someone.

"Watch where you're going." A raven-haired boy hissed while glaring at the girl in front of him.

Mikan took one good look at him—he was handsome all right. He had a masculine body, mesmerizing facial features and many more. She also noticed that he had the same school uniform as hers but claimed she never had seen him around the school. She sensed a different aura from him which made her take a step back. He had a different aura emitting out of him, he wasn't like any other.

"Who… Who are you?" She asked.

The guy raised his brow and stared at her from head to toe. Strange, he thought to himself. He felt something different from her among any other he has encountered.

To Be Continued