Hey Guys, I'm trying to write a new fanfic as a request from Shiranai Atsune. It will be while before I update either of my stories due to school, but I will try my best to have it written by early August. Anyway, this is more of an introduction to the story. Hope you all enjoy.

She stood at the door of the hotel. Her long brown hair, flying in the evening breeze. Her target was walking in, a handsome looking man dressed in a nice suit, briefcase in hand. She followed him, gliding into the building with the grace of a swan. The long red dress, sweeping the floor with every step she took. She found her target, sitting at a poker table, hedging his bets on a hand she knew he would lose. She struck up conversation to try and cheer him up after his loss, being sure he noticed her 'assets'. Hours later, he had her pinned to the wall of his room. Trying to taste her, lips trailing down her neck. Slowly she slipped out of his grasp, leaving him to hunger and crave her. As he moved forward to grab her again, he felt a sharp pain in his chest. He looked down to see a silver blade sticking into him, a fountain of blood gushing from him as the knife was removed. The last thing he saw was his lover holding the object of his demise, dripping blood onto her already scarlet dress. She placed a hand onto her ear.

"Reporting in. Have killed my target. Any new orders?"

"Affirmative, meet back at base. See you soon, Famine."

She walked out of the room, leaving it spotless, with not a drop of blood on the pristine white carpet. She closed the door, leaving the 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the handle.


She walked out of the restroom and into the bustling restaurant, dressed as a waiter. Her black hair tied in a bun and her violet eyes sparkling in the light. She saw her target walk in and sit at a table by herself, receiving a glass of water from a waiter. She had to work fast. Her 'shift' ended in five minutes, when the manager returned to see the new recruits and realised she wasn't one of them. She looked around and grabbed a tray with a glass and filled it with her 'special juice' and swiftly walked to her target's table. When she arrived at her table, someone was writing down her order. Quickly and skilfully, she switched the glasses without anyone noticing and walked off. She returned to the restroom where she changed outfits into a sleek black dress, her hair done in twin braids and a pair of small glasses on her face. She left the restroom again to see her target facedown on the table, her plan worked. She placed a hand onto her ear.

"Reporting in. Have killed my target. Any new orders?"

"Affirmative, meet back at base. See you soon, Disease."

She left the restaurant just as the ambulance arrived to take the now corpse.


She walked through the town, the tips of hair a hazel brown, and the rest a deep black. She wore a graphic tee and a pair of jeans. Her target was walking through to the shady part of town, the red-light district. She inwardly sighed, thinking how someone else would be better at this. She walked up to him and tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around their lips met. She separated from him, a trail of saliva connecting the two of them. She gestured for him to follow her. Slowly she lead him dark alley, where she pinned him up against a wall. She connected their lips again, 1 Hit… he savoured her taste, 20 hits… his legs became numb, 50 hits… He was on his knees, drooling, mind nothing more than mush. She looked down at him, before dealing the fatal blow through his skull. She took several more shots releasing her pent up rage, leaving the corpse filled with holes, as if he was nothing more than a shooting dummy. She placed a hand onto her ear.

"Reporting in. Have killed my target. Any new orders?"

"Affirmative, meet back at base. See you soon, Wrath."

The alley was painted red with all the blood, she walked out and blended in with the crowd again.


The pair were on a date, enjoying the fine dinner they were having. She was in a deep blue dress, her light brown hair hanging just past her shoulders. He was in a traditional black suit, a similar colour to his hair, fashioned into two 'antenna'. A couple at a nearby table was their target. After their dinner the assassin pair walked into the car park and located their target's car. He tampered with the brakes rewiring them to work remotely, while she kept watch. The target couple came out of the restaurant and into their car, as they left the assassin pair tailed them. They drove towards an isolated cliff with several turns. The assassins disabled the cars brakes, making the target's car fall off the cliff. The assassins parked their car and walked to the burning wreck. The bodies of the targets were just as crushed as their car. Blood dripping down their faces, sharp glass shards sticking out of the several organs in their face. Each assassin checked their targets for a pulse. None. She placed a hand onto her ear.

"Reporting in. Have killed my target. Any new orders?"

"Affirmative, meet back at base. See you soon, Cupid's couple."


The rain poured heavily outside. A lone person stared out as the drops slowly cascaded down the window. Her blue hair shone in the moonlight as she shifted her gaze. The blue orbs soft and gentle, yet somehow menacing at the same time. The red stains on her face, made the solemn smile seem sadistic. The two bodies on the floor, slowly leaking a deep crimson fluid. She placed her hand to her ear and spoke.

"Reporting in. Have killed my targets. Any new orders?"

"Affirmative, meet back at base. See you soon, Death."

The girl nodded even though no one could see her. She opened the window of the small apartment and jumped from the third story. Landing on the dark alley below like a cat, perfectly and without making a sound. She shifted into the shadows and seemed to disappear.


A small restaurant on a desolate street. The the sign at an angle and the light flickering every so often. Inside was like a match box, nothing more than a bench and small kitchen. It was a ghost town, not a single soul except for a lone female, standing in the kitchen. The small ding of the door echoed through the room. The lady in the kitchen looked up and smiled.

"Nagisa, another mission done?" She questioned.

"Of course Hara, what would make you think otherwise." Nagisa responded, almost void of all emotions.

"Suppose nothing." Hara sighed. "GoD is on the back room."

Nagisa nodded before walking through the doors. As she walked through, she saw the conference table, each chair filled.

"Ah Nagisa, my dear Angel of Death, the others have been waiting for you." The faux Shinigami announced, standing at the end of the table. His long black cloak covering his whole body and his silver hair shining in the moonlight.

"Expected you back sooner Death, even Cupid's Couple beat you." One of the girls, Wrath said as she pointed to a couple making out in the corner.

"Shut up Wrath." Nagisa responded.

"Come on you two, now is not the time to fight." another girl, Famine said.

"Yeah guys, not while GoD is here." The last girl, Disease said.

"Would you look at that, the 4 Angels of the Apocalypse all getting along." The faux Shinigami said with a smirk.

"So what is it you want? I have a training session coming up." Wrath said, patience starting to run thin.

"Now, now. You are my precious Angels of Death, but we must start dealing with your past..."