Hey there readers. I'm Alts, and this is my first story.

I was a bit hesitant before, but I've got a good grasp of the plot.

Please read and enjoy, and R&R too. Constructive criticism is always accepted with open arms.

Disclaimer: I do not own Shugo Chara nor any of its characters.

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Chapter I: Kurokami Aoi.

My name is Tsukiyomi Ikuto. I'm a fifteen-year-old male who's attending Seiyo Private Gakuen in the high school division. I'm not that friendly, seeing that I have absolutely no friends at all. I usually sit in the back of the class, nearest to the window, because the lectures are too boring for me to commit my full undivided attention to it.

I have odd, dark blue hair that I inherited from my dad, Tsukiyomi Aruto, and I also have blue eyes to match.

My preferences are taiyaki, the chocolate kind. I'm a big chocolate fan, and vanilla for me is a no-no. I have a soft spot for cats, and a lot of strays hang out near my house. I live away from my parents, who are currently living in Italy to play in a certain orchestra. My dad plays the violin, but my mom doesn't play anything. I think she knows a bit of piano, but she only went to Italy just to hang out with my dad.

I also play the violin, and I use my dad's old Stradivarius violin to play with. Musical talent seems to run in the family, for my sister, Hoshina Utau, is a major pop singer in Japan. She lives in one of the boarding rooms in Seiyo, since my parents don't believe her to be responsible enough to have a house of her own.

I think that's enough info about Tsukiyomi Ikuto. Let's switch to my other identity, Kurokami Aoi.

Let me explain yet again. I work for Easter Corps, a huge organization in Japan. And guess what they make me do for my job.

Assassination.

That's why I have another name. Who is enough of a dimwit to use their real name when breaking the law? Maybe people with no life, I guess.

So I walked into the Easter Corp's huge glass skyscraper, and met up with the red-head receptionist, Kirishima Fuyuki.

"Hi Aoi-kun. Gozen asked you for another job?" Fuyuki asked.

I sighed. "Yeah. Seems like he's making me do more and more throughout each passing day," I replied, exasperated.

"Well, good luck anyway." Fuyuki typed some keys and the glass doors up front opened in response.

"Thanks," I said as I walked through the doors. The glass doors shut itself immediately after I entered. I went into the elevator and pressed the button to the thirteenth floor. It asked me for my key card, since normal workers couldn't enter that floor. I took it out in a flash and scanned it. The light flashed green in response. The elevator opened its doors, revealing the dark interior of floor thirteen.

Here is where the pain and suffering begins.

"Aoi-kun, this is your next assignment," Director Hoshina said coldly as he gave me a folder.

Director Hoshina is my grandfather from my mother's side. Utau uses her mother's maiden name as part of her name for her singing career, so that attention wouldn't be brought to me.

But Director Hoshina hates me, for I'm the son of Tsukiyomi Aruto, the man who took away his precious daughter from him.

I peered inside the folder, looking at its contents. There was a photo of a man with spectacles and brown hair. Clipped behind the photo was his address, house security info, and bio. Stamped in bold red letters were the words:

"To be eliminated."

Director Hoshina gave me a cold look as I looked up, awaiting any more orders.

"Do not fail," he spoke quietly before he left, probably going to Gozen's side.

The normal person would not understand the weight of those words.

I sighed, then searched through my backpack, taking out a small blue cat doll. Out of it came a transparent figure: a young five-year-old with blue hair and yellow eyes like a cat.

"Ikuto! What's the next job ~nyaa?" the young boy had asked.

"Norton Forolyn," I said promptly. "At 2399 Lucestin Way."

"Got it ~nyaa!" the five-year-old replied, disappearing in a flash.

That transparent figure was a ghost by the name of Yoru. He died in his mother's womb. For some reason, I could see his spirit, and now he's helping me out on missions.

In exchange, I have to look for his parents.

I put on my uniform: a bullet-proof dark blue coat over a black shirt with blue pants strapped with two guns. I put on my mask, which was a plain, white mask with two slits for my eyes. I put on gloves with claws coming out of the knuckles. Then, I strapped a silver scythe to my back.

Kurokami Aoi, ready to murder.

"Ikuto, Everything's clear ~nyaa! I disabled the security system ~nyaa!" Yoru yelled as he teleported back.

"Got it," I said.

I went and jumped off the window almost immediately after, running at high-speed to said house. I jumped on roofs and and building tops to reach the roof of Mr. Forolyn's house.

Of course, it was a mansion.

Instead of having to go through the hard way, which is from the secret door in the ceiling to the acid pit, past the lasers, and through the padded door, I just walked through the front door.

Yoru's good at deactivating security systems.

I continued onwards, walking on the velvet red carpet heading for the main office. It was silent and dark, for it was near midnight.

And so I opened the door to the main office slowly, as to not make a sound. Mr. Forolyn was sitting there with his back turned, looking at his laptop screen, tapping the keys on the keyboard.

I slowly got out the scythe, which gleamed in the moonlight, and brought it up.

And then, I struck him, severing his head from his body. The blood poured like a rainfall, some even splattering onto me. I didn't say anything. I didn't smile like a madman, nor did I cry.

Here, another sin was piled onto my back.

I took out a match and struck it until it sparked, then I dropped it next to Mr. Forolyn's body. The fire engulfed the body, and was soon to engulf the entire mansion. I jumped out the window, crashing through the glass. I was now safely on the grass, watching the fire.

I grabbed ahold of the cross on my collar, and prayed.

"May God be with you."

I'm sure this will be on the news when I get home, saying how the cold-blooded killer strikes again. The newscasters will call me names, telling how inhumane I am.

I wish I could tell them on that screen. I wish I could scream at their faces.

I'm just doing this to protect my family.

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So this is the beginning of my story. I'm sorry it's not that long. But in the next few chapters, you'll hear about the other characters and their ties with Ikuto.

So please, once again, R&R!