As I looked down the barrel of my gun, for the first time In my entire life, my finger hesitated slightly, but I could not disobey orders. In my line of work, personal feelings had to be discarded, for once I was given a target, said person must be eliminated or I would suffer the consequences of failure. it didn't matter that his eyes were full of compassion towards me, or that he wasn't trying to kill me. Although it pained me, it would never show. Emotions were for the weak and I had a job to do.

Again and again I pulled the trigger, surprised at how well they were holding up against me. The fire In my cursed sister's eyes matched the color of her hair, and was slightly intimidating. Her partner would sacrifice his own life for hers in an instant, and this made her envious. Why did her life have to be so full of pain when this girl had someone to protect her? This thought made it slightly easier to pull the trigger when it was aimed at her sister. Her owl eyes flashed in the rising dust, eager to find their target once more.

With every shot she fired, an invisible tear escaped her, as to never betray her feelings.

And before she had even realized it, she had lost. Yet there he was, holding a hand out to her, promising her a new life, a chance to start over, by his side. That side so full of warmth and kindness...it was all she has ever wanted, but how could he want anything to do with her after all she had done to him?

She grasped it, therefore changing her life forever, and as proof the very next night she was laying in a bed with him and Enju. It seemed almost surreal, but if it was a dream, then she never wanted to wake up. Ironically, she couldn't sleep. She lay there in the dark, listening to the rythmic sounds of their breathing, hoping herself to fall asleep as well.

Rentaro stirred slightly, and she called out to him in her soft voice, desperately hoping for an answer, for it was time alone with just the two of them. He answered her, and her skipped a beat at the sound of his voice. Together their quiet whispers became an intimate conversation, as she poured her heart out to him. Enveloped in the moonlight, his pained face was all too visible. That face, carrying all the pain of the cursed children, still was so kind, and that was what had won her over. That tousled black hair, threatening to cover up those perfect, intense eyes...

Staring at him for too long made her heart beat faster and she wasn't sure if it was from his intimidating presence or something more...