Disclaimer I don't own pokemon.
Yeah. I'm an assassin. My friend May, she's a spy. Practically the same thing except for assassins are more sly, strong, skilled, and being one means not afraid to kill. We are partners in this life. No! Not sexual partners! Work partners. And I love every minute of it.
"May! Let's go!" I yelled in annoyance. Someone tapped my shoulder. Normal people would have been frightened by the sudden contact and by the attire the young girl displayed. Black one piece spy uniform with a mask that revealed just the slightest bit of her nose. But me, nope. She often tries to scare me, but, I'm an assassin. Not some pretty boy off the sidewalk.
"Ready! Hey! Why do you have on WHITE gloves?! That's not part of an assassins uniform! if I were you, I wouldn't be caught DEAD in those! Put on your black gloves with he panel! " she ordered. I rolled my eyes but did as she ssuggested.
"May, I'm training YOU to be an assassin! Eh, can't blame my annoyance, either. You'll fail the kill test," I shrugged her eyes widened. All assassins start out as spies trained by master assassins. They had to pass several tasks and I knew of one May would never pass. The kill test. They had a dummy that looked like your best friend. It was filled with fake blood, intestines, and bones. You had to kill it. It wouldn't be so hard for May if the dummies didn't scream in aganoy as she hit it. Yeah, past tense. She took the test two months ago. She became a soy six months ago. You can already see how that turned out. May cautiously approached the Misty dummy and struck it in the arm with a knife. It yelped in pain and May came crying back to me and hugged me for dear life. She'll most likely remain a spy as some people do. She'll still be my partner. She'll come with me on missions and severely injure people to the point of death, just, not with a knife, or real gun. She's not permitted to use a knife or real gun until she passes the kill test. It signals a brute, heartless assassin and that's when they will promote her. She might even turn it down. She can still kill people using darts, poisonous drinks/food, and just plain beating the living hell out of 'em.
"Whatever, Drew! Let's just go see this, Darren Desmic guy," May sighed and punched me in the arm. This would have severely hurt someone other than me. But remember, assassins are much stronger than spies.
"You can't hurt me, May, " I chuckled.
I am Drew Shū, and I am an assassin.
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Yeah yeah. I'm a spy. Ya think it would be pretty damn awesome, right? Not with Mr. Perfect as a partner. No! Not a make out all night partner! Partners in work!
"Move. Faster, " Drew complained. Assassins generally are better than spies. Unless you're like me and are planning to be a master spy and train others that want to do the same. Drew js training me to be anassassin. Not gonna hhappen. I will not ever tolerate killing someone with a gun, or knife. Drew is just Drew. Heartless. Well, not completely. He can be sweet, sensitive, and caring at times, but still a pain in the ass. He is ALWAYS criticizing my techniques! And tells me that HE is training ME. He comparese ME, to HIM all the time! He's trained, I'm, not!
"Drew! I can't walk as fast as you! Yet..." I wined. I heard Drew sigh and he stopped until I caught up to him. He turned his head to me and smirked.
"Then run," he stated simply and bolted through the underground tunnel. Yeah, you heard me right. We had to arrive in uniform and we can't exactly walk around in public with assassin weapons on us.
I sighed and started sprinting hopelessly towards Drew and the end of the tunnel.
I am May Haruka, and I am a spy in training.