Currently working on this. Updates will be sporadic due to my job, but the ideas are there, and I will work on it in my spare time, posting when I get the chance.

It has been quite some time since I've written anything, so please excuse me as I shake off the rust. I apologize for the short chapter, but it is just an intro, and as such more will follow.

As always, please review, reviews with constructive criticism are the best food for those of us who write.

There she is, Tsugumi Seishirou, the Black Tiger. Before her disappearance nearly two years ago, she had been considered the deadliest and most feared assassin of the American criminal underground. Her loyalty, in all its ferocity, belonged to the Beehive gang. It was there she performed her other duties in guarding and providing companionship for the gang-boss's daughter, Kirisaki Chitoge. Her loyalty to the young woman surpassed even her loyalty to the organization, and her ruthless efficiency once led to the obliteration of a rival gang at her hands. All in retaliation for their harassment of the young Miss Kirisaki. Even though the Smiling Wolf knew that the story wasn't completely accurate, it still sent shivers down his spine.

All of that bloodshed...all of that fear, and here she was, standing beneath the shade of a cherry tree, avoiding the worst of the midday heat of a Japanese Summer. She was living a normal high school life, and she was not in the field where she belonged. What a waste, thought the Smiling Wolf. While silently observing his prey through the scope of his rifle, he had to admit that, even from a distance, she was quite the beauty. Most guys would kill to land a girl this good looking. That fact alone was a stunning change from two years ago. Back then most still assumed she was a male, but the Smiling Wolf had known for a long time that she was a girl. When he paired that beauty with the respect he held for her and her skills, he couldn't help but feel like the job would leave a sour taste in his mouth once complete. Unfortunately, he also knew better than most in the profession did...emotions didn't have a place in this line of work. There was only one thing that was rewarded, and that was cold, calculated ruthlessness.

Keeping that lesson in mind, the Smiling Wolf refocused on the task at hand. Adjusting his scope to account for the light breeze that blew and provided momentary relief from the oppressive heat and humidity, he took his rifle off safe. Carefully aiming at the Black Tiger's, rather generous, chest, he let out one final breath, and placed his finger to the trigger. Unfortunately, the moment before he was to pull the trigger, a high-school boy stepped in front of the crosshairs. The tall, black-haired boy effectively blocked the Smiling Wolf's shot despite his skinny frame.

"Tch," the assassin, dropping his professional bearing as he let his annoyance get to him, clicked his tongue. The mess of black hair of the taller male didn't completely obscure his view of the Black Tiger, so he could get a shot off through the boy if he needed to. Yet, even though he was not ordered to limit collateral on this mission, the Smiling Wolf was never fond of causing unnecessary casualties. It tended to make things messier, and much harder to explain or cover up. This time though, the target was just too important to let slip through his fingers once again. Not after all the painstaking effort that had gone to waste previously. This time he would get her.

Since the rifle he was using was made to fire an anti-material caliber, he had no doubt that it would take both of them out. In fact, it was most certainly overkill. With that surprisingly short debate out of the way, he took aim once again. This time there was no hesitation to pull the trigger. As he pulled the trigger though, he noticed that the Black Tiger was already moving. In a split second the pair were on the ground, the boy tackled by the Black Tiger, and the Smiling Wolf overcorrected his shot as he attempted to follow her. The telltale sign of a miss, a lack of pink mist, and a large chunk taken out of the concrete of the sidewalk, greeted him once the dust settled in his scope.

"Damn it," the Smiling Wolf growled quietly, once again his professional bearing falling away in annoyance. He had underestimated her again. Despite his extensive knowledge of her, he had let thought her softened from her cushy lifestyle. Oh well, he thought as he moved away from the edge of the bell tower. He had back up plans in place for a misstep such as this. After quickly disassembling his rifle and storing it, he cleaned up the plastic he had laid down to remove evidence of his being there. He wasn't going to make it easy on them. As he left, he thought, we'll see each other much sooner than you might think Black Tiger.