Ayame sighed, her icy blue gaze fixed on the light of the elevator.
Why won't this damn thing hurry up? She thought impatiently, tapping her toe on the tile floor, the slight tapping noise echoed off the narrow walls.
Finally, the elevator sounded and the doors swished open. Ayame stepped into the small compartment and pressed the "7" button.
Folding her arms across her chest, Ayame waited. Again.
It was four in the morning, and the seventeen-year-old was not happy. At all.
No one woke her up, not even for a job. Ever. So this "Naraku" person, had better be paying her big.
Ayame was, to many people's surprise, an assassin. She had been for a long time. Since she was twelve.
She was the best and most wanted assassin in the Tokyo area, maybe even all of Japan. With her stunning looks and fiery attitude, she got the job done quick and easily, rarely leaving a mess or the slightest shred of a clue.
When she had only been eight, a large group of men had ransacked her home, killing both her parents, her two brothers and kidnapping her. Raising her as their own little "test".
That had been a mistake.
As soon as Ayame had been old enough, twelve, and skilled enough, she'd taken revenge on the group for killing her family. Not one was left alive.
Then she'd traveled all around Japan, taking job after job after mob and the like to "get rid" of their annoying habits.
Everyone in the black market and in the "darker" type of business knew her name. She was one to be feared in the households of Tokyo.
But no one knew her real name, they only knew her as Akki, which was Japanese for "evil sprit, demon, devil".
Ayame could see how the people of Japan could call her that; she killed without question or remorse, the faces of the men and woman she killed never haunted her.
But there was one thing Ayame refused to do: kill anyone younger than her.
To her, it was like killing a child. And she would not be known as the "one who slaughters the innocent". For the men and woman she "disposes of" are far from innocent.
But then again, the people she helps are far from innocent, too.
But it keeps her alive.
The elevator came to a stop with a soft "ding", signaling to the teenager that her long and boring ride was over.
Thank God. She thought, stepping off the elevator and onto the seventh floor, her long light brown hair flowing behind her like a cape.
Ayame had, when she was younger, always worn her long hair back in two pigtails at the top of her head, but now that she was older she thought the style childish.
With a gun at her hip and a knife in close reach, Ayame walked through the large brown doors at the end of the dim hallway and into the large office that she was to meet Naraku.
The room, like the hallway, was dimly lit, a small lamp on Naraku's desk was the only light other than the shine from the moon outside.
"You called?" Ayame said icily, her hand on her hips, her blue eyes cold. She did not like to be woken up.
Naraku was sitting behind the large mahogany desk, nicely dressed in a crisp dark blue suit, his fingers tangled together. There wasn't enough light, Ayame could barely make out his face.
"Ah yes, the great Ayame. Or should I say…Akki?" Naraku said, his tone filled with amusement.
"Yeah, yeah." Ayame sighed, bored. "Just give me the job and I'll tell you if I'd do it or not."
"Very well." Naraku said. He had a deep tone, almost threatening, but strong and demanding.
He tossed a tan folder over his desk.
It landed with a soft thud on the floor in front of Ayame.
Eying Naraku wearily, Ayame bent and picked up the folder, flipping it open with the tip of her finger.
Inside were papers, lots of papers, all on one boy.
"This the target?" Ayame asked, holding up a small photo of the boy.
The boy in the picture had long black hair that was tied back into a pony tail. He was smirking slightly, his arms folded across his chest. He was wearing a black t-shit and pants.
A school uniform? Ayame thought, her eyes gazing back at his face. He's hot.
"That's him." Naraku said, a slight hint of venom in his voice.
He really didn't like this boy.
"Why do you want him killed?" Ayame asked. "He's no older than seventeen…still in high school from what I can tell."
Naraku shrugged. "So? He's a bother and I want him gone. You may read the rest of the file to figure out the rest of him."
Ayame glared at Naraku, snapping the folder shut. "I don't think so."
"What? Why?" Naraku hissed.
"Not until you tell me what this guy did." Ayame said. "I like to know my targets, all about my targets. That way nothing's a surprise."
Naraku smirked from across his desk. "Clever girl."
"Well?"
"He was the leader of a heist I pulled a year ago." Naraku said. "But he got wise the night of the operation and backstabbed me, turning most of my men into the police."
"So, I guess it's needless to say this is all out of revenge." Ayame smirked.
Naraku nodded. "Kouga is an intelligent boy, and won't be easy to get alone. If needed, I will give you permission to get rid of anyone who interferes."
Ayame nodded. "Sure. So how am I supposed to find him?"
"You…haven't gone to school in a while, have you?" Naraku asked.
Ayame gaped at him. No…please no. He can not be serious…
"Yes Ayame." Naraku smiled. "You have to go to school. My men have already enrolled you there, under your real name, I hope you don't mind. You start tomorrow morning."
"School?" Ayame couldn't help but squeak. "I can't go to school! And who said I was going to do this job anyways?"
"Me." Naraku said, snapping his fingers.
Ayame felt a strong arm encircle her waist, another hand press a gun to her neck.
She laughed bitterly. "So it's like that, is it? Either I kill him or you kill me."
"Yes." Naraku said, his amusement obvious. "You know where I am and you know who I am after, you could easily go to the police."
"You know I don't do stuff like that, I'm no snitch." Ayame growled.
Naraku shrugged, leaning forwards so his face was finally in the light.
He was a strangely handsome man with dark brown eyes, a devilish smile and long black hair that flowed past his shoulders.
"And now, you know what I look like. So you will do the job, have him finished before the end of the month, and your life will be spared."
What am I getting myself into? Ayame thought with a sigh. "Fine, I'll do it. But will you get this asshole off me?"
Naraku laughed and waved his hand, the man that had gotten a hold of Ayame let go.
But Ayame wasn't going to forgive him so easily.
With a swift movement Ayame had spun around and taken her knife from it's hiding spot, jabbing it in the man's neck and moving it to the side with a quick slice.
The men fell, blood flowing from the cut on his neck, lifeless to the floor, his eyes wide with fright.
Ayame smirked and turned back to Naraku.
"I see you're not one to mess with." Naraku said, his eyes never leaving Ayame.
"No shit." Ayame said. "So where am I supposed to stay?"
Naraku tossed her a set of keys. "There's an apartment not far from Kouga's home. Housing B4. Enjoy."
"Sure." Ayame sighed, clutching the keys in her hand.
With her duty done, she turned and stepped over the lifeless body on the floor, then walked out into the hallway.
A few hours later, Ayame sat on her bed in housing B4, Kouga's file spread out in front of her.
Her light hair was set on top of her head, freshly washed and wrapped in a towel, her blue eyes scanning over the sheets of paper.
"Seventeen…" She mused to herself. "On the basketball and track team…head of the track team…class president…all around hot guy."
She giggled softly to herself. She'd been attracted to her targets before, so she knew that this attraction was no big deal.
She looked back down on the picture of the boy, his bright blue eyes so clear and unsuspecting.
"I can't believe that someone like him would get mixed up with Naraku." Ayame sighed, shaking her head sadly.
She'd heard of Naraku many times. He was a ruthless killer and gang leader, smuggling stolen goods and drugs into the country, only to sell them off later on. He was wanted over all of Japan, and yet every time the police got even close, Naraku always managed to slip away, leaving a trail of dead cops behind.
"Too bad," Ayame said softly. "You seemed like a good guy…Kouga."
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