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The moon helplessly floated behind the overpowering dark clouds; its shimmer dying as time passes by. Lightning and rain allied with the dark sky, like swords it pierced the atmosphere with thunder as proof it reigned, like bullets it pelted the grounds. The air grew heavier and the winds blew so hard the tress trembled in fear.

The Gods were unforgiving that night.

Amari Tanabe hated rainy night likes these, it scares her. She hated the dark even more so; it's like anticipating where you're going to be striked, only blindfolded. Her imagination roamed wild as she lay in the dark. Surrendering to the fact that she could not sleep, she considered fixing herself a warm drink and watch some television to occupy her mind.

Oblivious to the woman, Renji Abarai took shelter under the roof of her shed and hid behind the shadows, his shoes drenched with the hallowed water the Gods had poured. He tried to light a cigarette but the winds didn't allow him the privilege. He cursed as he put the cigarette back in his coat. The tall man smirked as he silently talked to the Gods, 'Either way, I'll still rot in hell. You're not going to stop me – nothing can and nothing will.'

He could see yellow light flowing out from her bedroom - her silhouette moved.

He waited. He need perfect timing, everything is about perfect timing. Assassinating is all about perfect timing, no matter how ideal the weapon is but when the timing is off, the jobs can get pretty messy. He cannot afford to get messy, besides he preferred it quick and clean. He never showed any mercy, emotion were nothing but empty feelings to him. He watched as she moved around her house. He saw her make herself a drink then moved out.

Now is the time, he thought. He stepped into the rain. It was as if the Gods knew of his dark intention, it rained even more heavily. The drops felt like it nipped his face as he moved swiftly towards the house - in his hand he readied a silencer to a gun. His crimson hair moved furiously against the harsh wind and his trench coat flapped along with it. Mud splattered on his blank pants and shoes.

Clad in only a black satin slip, she pulled out a black mug from her cupboard, and filled her kettle with tap water. Once filled, she put on her stove and lit the fire. As she waited, she leaned her back against the kitchen counter. She crossed her hands as she stared at her feet.

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Dark circles formed underneath his brown eyes. Ichigo Kurosaki ran his hands through his messy hair, as he looked at the files that lay in front of him. Shot of bodies and crime scenes spread across his desk. As he studied the information in front of him, his cell-phone rang.

"Kurosaki," Ichigo said.

"Ichigo! We're on his tail! I think we finally got him!" Uryu Ishida said, on the other line.

"Where!?" Ichigo practically shouted, his voice echoed through out his dark office. He was already up, putting his jacket back on, he checked his gun then moved to grab his car keys.

"He stopped at fourty-five, Cheadle street - about an hour drive from the headquarters," Uryu answered.

"Good. Call for back-up! I'll be there in twenty minutes" Ichigo responded before pressing the close button on his cell-phone.

Ichigo slammed his door shut as he ran to the meeting room. Inside, Rukia Kuchiki, FBI agent and a couple of her subordinates, too, looked like they could get some sleep.

"Rukia!" Ichigo said, barging through the room. "They found him!"

"Fuck! Then let's go!" Rukia said, as she grabbed her coat. "You two, stay here. Call me if you find anything else."

"Yes, Ma'am!" both Kiyone Kotetsu and Sentaro Kotsubaki answered simultaneously.

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Uryu Ishida waited with a police office for his partner and back up to come. He couldn't see the outside, rained blurred his vision. He started at the outline of the house - ten minutes later, five police cars came, sirens flashed soundlessly and parked around the corner. Uryu Ishida came down, ignoring the heavy rain, and explained the situation to the officers. A few minutes later, Ichigo and Rukia came running towards them. Ichigo and Rukia armed with a gun and bulletproof vest raced to Uryu.

"So what's the situation?" Rukia practically shouted, her voice masked with the storm.

"Well, we're not sure what's happening at the moment but for sure his inside." Uryu answered.

"Do we know who owns the house?" Ichigo asked as he eyed the house.

"I just checked it out and it happens to be owned by woman by the name of Amari Tanabe," Uryu responded.

"She's not in the list! New target?" Rukia said, confused.

"Perhaps…"

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Unaware of what was going on outside her house, she dozed off, waiting for the water to boil. A couple of minutes later the sharp whistle of the boiling water woke her up. She yawned as she fixed herself a cup of tea.

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Renji picked the lock on the back door and silently went inside. He made muddy puddles in the floor of her house, he didn't care. Stealthily, he searched the house; droplets of water marked the places he stepped into. Finally he found her in the kitchen, her back facing him – her guard down.

He raised his gun and aimed it for the back of her head.

"We have the house surrounded! Come out with your hands on your head!" floated in the house.

Amari jumped at what she heard, as she turned around, her eyes widened in fear and her hands gave way. She saw a barrel now aimed for her face and a pair of the angriest and dangerous eyes she has even seen.

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The rain suddenly stopped pouring down heavily - they head a blood-curling scream, then in a heartbeat, a gun shot.

unamariposa's Comment: This is a little teaser – let me know what you think. Please, read and rate. Hee.