If the #4 member Hisoka killed can get a part in the Phantom Rouge movie, I don't see any reason why #8 should be left out (You know, the one Silva killed and Shizuku replaced?). I'm writing the #8 as an OC; read, favourite, and review please!

Rivelle was a small town that rained all year long. Everything was dark and gloomy there, but every member of the city was used to it. Nearly all citizens had grown somehow apathetic, probably due to the boring, unchanging, rainy weather. Not much truly cared for one another; all they cared about was their benefits, salaries, and goods.

There were things that happened on the surface, yet there were also things that happened in the darkness. On the surface, everything ran nice and smoothly, but in reality, nearly all the companies that ran in this town had some sort of wicked relationship with the Mafia. It was a town of hypocrites and liars.

The hypocrites would smiled and take your hand, and after climbing to the top of the tower, they will happily push you off the top floor. The liars can take your money without you noticing it, and then they will suddenly disappear out of your life. The next time you check your bank account you can be sure to see a few zeros missing in your deposit.

It was a nice town in the eyes of the world government, always running smoothly and just a little too rainy. Only the people that lived inside it new its true colors. It was pure black.

Despite the fact that nearly everyone there wore a mask of a hypocrite; there were people that didn't bother wearing a mask, although it was a very few. They lived in the darkest part of the society in secret.

They were drug dealers, thieves, killers, and assassins. They didn't bother hiding their true, bloodthirsty nature; they were part of the dark society anyways, why bother to hide? The difference between killers and assassins was that killers just killed for fun, and assassins killed for a reason, namely money; just give them a wad of cash, and the assassins would nail anyone for you.

Anyone.

A woman of young age pushed open the office door and pulled down her trench coat collar, which was concealing her face. "Hello," She said dryly. "Long time no see."

She was in her late teens or early twenties, with a clean, straight face and sharp features. But do not let her young appearance fool you; her actions were not considered normal among her age group. It was her job.

The man sitting behind the desk immediately stood up and gestured for his visitor to sit down. "Ahh, Ms. Shimo, I've been expecting you."

The woman named Mizutsuki Shimo looked down at the piles of papers scattered around the office. "I doubt that, you barely remember that we're having our meeting today. If you remembered, you'd at least clean up. As rotten as you are, I suppose that you still hold manners when a female is coming to visit."

"…Yes, you're right. My apologies."

"Whatever," She took off her coat and threw it over the guest couch. "Tell me, what's the job this time?"

"Ahh, this man." He pulled a paper envelope out of one of his desk drawers, handing it to her.

Mizutsuki pulled out the picture and stared at the man who was her assassinating target. He somehow resembled a hybrid between a pig and a rat. Not exactly the type of man you'd want sitting across from you while eating lunch or a romantic dinner. "Who is this?"

"Read the files."

She slammed the envelope onto the glass table and caused her customer to jump. "Well I don't suppose that the romantic history between you guys are written on these papers." Her tone was permanently fixed as a monotone.

The man blinked. "Oh…" His face was ashen and grim, looking unwilling to say the story.

Mizutsuki sighed and reached into her pocket, fumbling around for a cigarette. She found the small box and placed one between her lips; she lighted the cigarette and took a deep smoke. "If I don't get the story, I'm not working. You can find someone else."

He looked up frantically. "But you're the best assassin!"

"Yes, I'm the best, but no story, no working. Goodbye." She picked up her coat and started to walk towards the door. "Pleasure having business with you." She muttered.

"No! Wait!" He exclaimed. "Fine! I'll tell!"

Mizutsuki paused in walking out of the door. "Wise choice," She nodded, closing the door and walking back in. "I'll guarantee that this man would be dead tomorrow this time."

"…Haha…" He gulped.

Walking down the rainy streets towards the outskirts of the town was two men; one tall and one short. The tall one had no eyebrows and the short one was wearing all black with only his pale skin as a contradiction.

"Hey Feitan," The tall one grunted. "What do you think of our mission this time?"

The short one named Feitan shrugged. "It'll be as easy as it seems, Phinks. This is a race between us and the others. To see who will be back at the base quickest with their assigned targets."

"Huh, shouldn't we run then?" Phinks raised an eyebrow (or at least he tried to; considering the fact that he do not have them).

Feitan shook his head. "Nah… I don't feel like it. This mission is boring already; I don't wanna waste energy on it. The race Shalnark suggested was stupid anyways."

"I think that the reason he suggested the race was just to get Nobunaga's drunken ass moving. The party they threw last night was pretty damn crazy, they destroyed thirteen buildings."

"All the same, I could care less. Although they should have invited us."

Phinks smirked at his so-called partner in crime. Feitan's icy personality was nice as a partner; both of them (or all of the members of the Genei Ryodan) had nearly no conscience. They didn't give mercy when it comes to killing or stealing.

"Anyways, this sure is a gloomy town." Phinks continued on nonchalantly. He didn't really care; he just wanted a topic to talk about on their long and boring journey towards their destination.

"Rivelle is known for being gloomy." Feitan replied. "This is also known as the lair of the hypocrites. Every member of this town has a double face."

"How do you know?"

Feitan shot him a blank stare, his expression saying 'duh'. "If you seriously don't know why I know this, or you didn't know about this fact before I told you, I'd strongly recommend you to go see the brain doctor. Either your head is in danger or you're not Phinks."

Phinks snorted. "Of course I knew, I was just testing you. Nearly everyone here has some connection with the Mafia, even newborn babies. We're on the same side of the fence with these people. Only that they hide their true face in front of others."

Feitan nodded. "Yeah." The two of them reached the end of the town and the rain shelter of the stores and houses. Feitan pulled out his umbrella with the skull design on top. He didn't bother to share with Phinks and Phinks didn't ask him to share either.

Their target was a painting called The Pungency; it was painted by a painter who had died long ago and it was his last work. Nearly eighty years after said painter had died, his work finally started to become noticed. Collectors are now paying high prices for his works. The painter had drawn about fifty artworks in total, not including rough sketches or projects he considered failures. Nearly all of the fifty artworks had been found, but only The Pungency was still yet to be recovered. Their leader had gotten his hands on a clue that this painting now resides within the house of Aaron Phillips. One of the wealthy leaders of the hypocrite town; and he was also rumored to be an important member of the Mafia community.

The two of them heard footsteps behind them and subconsciously raised their guard. It couldn't be that someone was stalking them, right? But if the person was, this was definitely the worst stalking experiment in the history of the world. Not only did this person didn't bother to hide their nen, and that the footsteps were louder than an elephant's due to the hard rain and muddy ground.

Splish splosh splash splosh.

Soon after five minutes, the person decided to hurry pass them. It was a woman; they hadn't been able to tell whether the footsteps belonged to a male or female due to the loud noise of the rain. The woman only shot them a feverish glance as she hurried pass them. She was wearing a trench coat.

When she disappeared out of sight, Phinks whistled. "She's hot."

Feitan raised an eyebrow; at his partner's taste in woman and why the heck did he decide to bring up the subject to someone who's as uninterested in woman as him. "Why? You could barely see her face."

"She has a good body, the trench coat proves it."

"If you want women with a good looking body, just go look at Pakunoda." Feitan regarded dryly. He was never interested in woman unless one of his torture victims was female. "Besides, I think that woman had a flat chest.)

"Pakunoda's too tall." Phinks answered. "Besides, it's damn obvious that she's into leader."

Feitan was resisting his urge to facepalm. He had known that Pakunoda beared a special feeling for Chrollo since they were kids, but speaking it straight out for the whole wide world to listen was something that the six original members would never do; or four to be exact, not counting Pakunoda and Chrollo themselves.

"Fantastic," He muttered. "Now we're talking behind other member's backs."

"C'mon Fei, don't be such a killjoy. You know that I hate boring things like walking in pouring rain towards a to-be victim's house. I need something to distract me."

"Then you can think of how you want to kill the guards and servants when we reach the place." He said icily. "I've seen you snapping necks too many times it's boring. Try another method this time."

"The same goes for you; slicing off heads is way too old fashioned now. Try a new way of killing your opponents this time."

Feitan glared.

If looks could kill…

Phinks smirked. "Yeah, yeah, I'll shut up…"

Mizutsuki glanced back at the path which she had just taken, her pace still quick. Originally, she had quickened her pace just to pass the two people walking in the middle of the road not knowing to share. But as soon as she had passed them, she sensed something.

It was no nen ability, it was instinct. Those two guys were nothing near normal, far from it to be honest. True, their nen aura was wrapped around their body like any other normal human, but she could somehow feel that underneath the normal aura, they were hiding something.

"Are they assassins too?" she wondered out loud. She was one of the top notch assassins in the whole assassin community; well known among the Mafia and government. She had felt similar auras from other good assassins too, but never this strong. If they didn't hide the icy killing auras, most people would probably just stand there paralyzed and waiting to be killed like a pig in the meat factory.

If I were to pick a fight with them, I wonder who'd win. She couldn't help getting mildly curious at the thought.

She arrived at the mansion of her pig-rat-hybrid target, Aaron Phillips. She stopped in front of the metal gates and looked around for a doorbell. What she found instead was a small room built on the side of the wall, for security guards to guard the front door apparently.

"Excuse me, mister," Mizutsuki knocked on the glass window and the snoozing guard mumbled a few words. She rolled my eyes; to hire a guard that would snooze during work time. With a simple gesture of waving her hand she had killed the guy. The assassin walked back to the gate and gathered the nen in her palms. After she had transmuted her aura into the substance of what she wanted, she placed it onto the lock of the big door.

She wasn't known among others for clean, accurate kills. She was known for having the habit to eliminate all witnesses within range. If she killed a man in a hotel, apart from the target himself, everyone in the hotel would die. That was her weird habit; but no one ever question it – it was fine as long as she had killed her assigned target.

Within a second, the doors swung open with a clang and welcomed her in.

Feitan and Phinks reached the same mansion after the woman roughly twenty minutes later. They stopped abruptly in front of the metal door, swinging freely.

"That's strange," Phinks said. "I'm sure that the guy must have had at least one notice that the Genei Ryodan has targeted his treasured painting. I didn't expect that he'd welcome us in like this." Despite his words, he was already crawling over the place along with Feitan, searching for clues of the unnatural welcoming.

Feitan didn't even bother to reply. He motioned for Phinks towards the small office. "Someone was here before us." He said darkly.

Phinks took a look at the victim's face. "The heck."

The face of the corpse was completely melted to the point it was unrecognizable. The muscles and nerves were completely destroyed and the bones showed. What you can call the remaining skin was only a sea of blisters. Yet only the face was damaged, the other parts of the corpse was completely unharmed.

"Someone was here before us." Feitan said. "And I can only guess one."

"That woman…" Phinks hissed.

Feitan nodded. "She was the only one that passed us on the way here; there are no other roads branching from this one. Unless the culprit was in the mansion from the start. But then it wouldn't explain that why the door would be open and why the guard would be disfigured."

Phinks narrowed his eyes. "If she's here for the painting as well, we'd be in big trouble. We're very late; maybe she's already gone with the damn painting."

They walked into the mansion and were shocked to see that faceless corpses lied everywhere. And were somewhat creeped out too, despite being killers who twisted necks and sliced off heads. Their opponent was a woman who was able to singlehandedly kill off the whole mansion of guards and servants by melting off their faces. They were somehow curious at why was the woman in the trench coat able to do this. When she passed them they did not feel anything unnatural.

"Godammit…" Phinks muttered. "Does that bitch have no heart? She killed every damn living human in this place."

"It doesn't matter," Feitan answered. "Actually, it saved us trouble, even though it does piss me off a little. Our target is the painting, as long as she did not take the painting, all is fine."

"Easy for you to say, who would be here if they don't want the goddamned painting?"

"We find the painting, we take it. If we meet her, we kill her. Everything is about the painting; we don't want trouble alright?"

"Dude, if we ever meet that bitch in this mansion, I'm going to fight her."

As much as they don't want to admit, they wanted to test out their skills against their opponent more than they wanted the painting. Subconsciously, they had performed Zetsu to hide their auras from their opponent before them.

"Whatever…" Feitan muttered.

On the other hand, Mizutsuki Shimo had already sensed the presence of two other beings entering the mansion full of corpses. She doubted that anyone in their right minds would stay here for a second longer after seeing the bloody sight. And as the same as Phinks and Feitan, she had a clear guess of who the intruders were. She also raised her guard by performing Zetsu.

"Knew it…" she muttered under her breath. "Those two are no normal people…"

She had been inside the building for at least thirty minutes now and had killed all the servants and guards inside. However, she had no idea where to look for her target Aaron Phillips. Even after performing En with the diameter of ten meters she had no luck. But she was sure that the man had not yet escaped the mansion.

And now it was very troublesome for her; she had to look for her assassinating target without getting caught by the two strangers with the cold auras. She was being cautious, not scared, just to clarify. She did not want trouble either.

Find Aaron and kill him, if I find those two guys instead, I'll run. She thought. Those two are people I cannot handle. At least when it's two to one...

She kicked away a disfigured corpse and walked down the stairs. Where the heck is that swine? She thought sourly. If he continues to hide any longer I'd miss the afternoon drama…Today's the final episode!

Slowly she let her aura gather on her palms, transmuting them into her invisible weapon.

She walked into the living room and started to knock on the walls, searching for a secret room or a trapdoor. She circled around the room, the embers in the fireplace were still warm, it would be impossible for a trapdoor inside the fireplace. Even if there was, she doubted that someone would be willing to step over fire; even if they did, there's be some sign of the embers being messed up or spilled out and there weren't.

"Anyways, this sure is a big house…" She muttered. "Thirty-two rooms, two kitchens, eight bathrooms and seven bedrooms…" Aaron Phillips was indeed an important member of the Mafia. Someone who definitely grew up in Rivelle the Town of Liars and Hypocrites. His fortune was probably all conned or blackmailed from people.

Mizutsuki knelt down and lifted the expensive Persian carpet with the elaborate design. To her ultimate surprise, right in the middle of the hard Burmese teak floor was a small square lined by silver with a handle; a trapdoor.

"Well that's convenient." She mused and pulled up the door. It didn't budge; with a heavy sigh she placed her hand onto the lock.

With a loud snap the lock was open; excited she pulled up the door. She had expected to see a hidden basement, or at least a laser beam to shoot through her head, but it was neither of those. She was completely disappointed; there was no assassinating target, much less a rat. The hidden space was incredibly shallow, and what sat inside it was a white bag and inside it was a painting. She pulled it out and examined it carefully. The painting itself looked plain; it was of a very fucked up looking king eating peppers and onions.

But for it to be kept in such a protected space there must be some sort of value. Perhaps I can sell it for a good price on the black market…With the thought in mind; she stuffed it back into the bag and swung it over her shoulder.

Feitan and Phinks walked to the back of the mansion where the garage was located. Inside, the expensive cars were unharmed, but the servants were all dead as well. Feitan looked into the glass window. "This is a pretty good car."

"Steal it than," Phinks suggested. "Everyone in the house is dead anyways and I don't want to walk in the rain again…" He glared pointedly at Feitan, who did not share his umbrella.

Feitan snorted and continued to admire the car. He paused when he arrived at the trunk. "There's someone in here." He said darkly.

"Yeah, I noticed." Phinks was still admiring the car. "But judging from the nervousness this guy is radiating, it's probably not the girl."

"It would not hurt to check." Feitan answered; with a simple lift of his hand he forcefully opened the trunk. Inside the trunk was a shivering man who looked about to piss his pants. He had the fat body of a pig and the sharp features and large front teeth like a rat.

"D-Don't hurt meh…" He stammered. "If you want money I'll give you it, just don't hurt me…!"

Phinks defied gravity by holding up the wealthy man by the collar; the man hung in midair, kicking and struggling. Phinks seemed unfazed. "We're not interested in money," He said. "But tell us; where is The Pungency?"

"I-It's under the living room floor." The man stammered. "Please, don't hurt me…! I'll give you anything you want! Just don't...!"

"You're pathetic for a member of the Mafia." Said Feitan darkly. "Even dogs are better than you…"

The next second, the dirty red liquid splattered across the walls and floor like a work of art. The two members of Genei Ryodan turned and walked back to the main house, still unaware that their target painting had already been taken by the woman. And the woman didn't know that her assassinating target had also been killed by the two Ryodan members.

The second chapter will get better, I swear. Show me some support! Just type in a Review or click Like and Follow, easy enough eh? OwO