Fate's P.O.V.

I am Fate Testarossa, I guess you can say I'm like a hired hit man. I was trained at the age of seven and hired at the age of fifteen, I of all people have the right to say that I know the true meaning of danger. At a young age he taught me about death by making me face death itself, for that, I am honestly grateful because now, I have no fear. Nothing scares me because I know without a doubt I will survive whatever problem I face. Why am I so confident? Because the man that trained me, raised me that way. Surprisingly, my 'teacher' is now my boss and we have high respect for each other. I swear though, some of these missions he sends me on have no meaning at all. It's almost as if he's making me recall the old lessons I've learned. Almost as if he's checking up on me, seeing if I'm using all he taught me. Then when I return he's sitting there, wearing that smile that no one can read. In fact, I think that smile is what makes most people scared of him. Not me though, I just make a (fake) smile right back at him, not showing him a bit of fear because doing that would be like saying, "Shoot me."

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"Fate."

"Yokimoto."

My boss called me in not too long ago and now I was walking to the seat in front of his desk. I kept thinking why it is that he would call me so late in the morning. For gods sake it was a little over two-thirty. I can't say I was angry, but I can't say I was pleased either. I don't enjoy it when people wake me up while I'm resting up from a mission I just had but then again if it's Yokimoto, I don't really have a choice now do I?

"My, my, what's with that look?"

I raise an eyebrow as I took a seat. What look? I always walk in his room with a calm, plain face. I have no reason to walk in with a smile and I don't have a reason to walk in looking sad. There's no one here to make me feel those things.

"I always look like this."

"Really? Then I guess you're style is having messed up hair."

I swear I felt my eye twitch. Damn this man to hell, he knows how much I hate it when he calls me unexpectedly but he knows I'll always answer his calls no matter what and that's what pisses me off sometimes. Sometimes I can't help but wonder why I stuck to a business like this.

"Yeah? Well I never knew you enjoyed controlling how long people get to sleep!" I shot back angrily. I wasn't in the mood for jokes and I made that clear to him. I just wanted to get this stupid meeting over with and go back home to sleep for at least a good three hours!

"Ok, I get it. You're angry. But something came up and it's really important, listen carefully to what I'm about to say."

I cross my arms and legs while tilting my head to the side. I eyed him carefully waiting to see if he would make some wise ass remark as to how I was sitting. He of all people knew I could fall asleep like this, as uncomfortable as it looked. Not hearing his remark, I now knew how serious this had to have been and just sighed. "Go on," I say lazily.

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I hear my alarm go off and I slam down on it with a fist. What time is it... I thought as I lifted myself up. Stretching, I let out a loud and long yawn. It was only a quarter pass ten meaning I still had about another four hours to get ready to leave my home. Why did I have to leave again? "It'd be a lot easier if you lived near his family," rang through my head. "Thanks for the reminder old Yoki." I grinned at my comment. I wouldn't dare call him that in his face but if no one was looking, I'd say it any day. And I know, I said I had high respect for the guy and I was grateful to him. But even so, just because I respect him and so forth does not mean I like him. In fact, I hate him. I guess you can say most of the time I just play the role of being his oh so lovely loyal hit man The only reason I hate Yokimoto is because he thinks I'll go around killing people for his and my own pleasure. But he's wrong. Never in a thousand years would I do such a thing. I only kill those who have done wrong, and by wrong I mean torture kind of wrong. Hell, I've been tortured a few times myself and I have to say, the fools only made me stronger. Not once did I cry in pain, Yokimoto already taught me how to deal with that kind of suffering. He also taught me not to trust anyone, one of the reasons I don't trust him and that being another reason as to why I do the things I do. I stay away from everyone I see, scared that I might endanger them, scared that I might get them involved in my situation. I can't get close to anyone, that's what I've always told myself and so far, it's been working pretty well if I do say so myself.

Just as I got ready to get off the bed my phone started ringing. I stared at it for a moment, wondering if I answered it really mattered or not. I looked at the caller I.D. and saw that it was none other than Yokimoto. What the hell was I expecting? He's the only one with my phone number. Pretty sad...

Growling, I opened the phone and put it to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Angry again are we?"

"Well let's just say I'm having a bad day."

"You're a hit man! Everyday is suppose to be a bad day."

I flinched at the sudden change of tone and found myself at a loss of words.

"Anyway, I have more news for you."

"And what's that?"

"You might have to do more than watch over Takamachi."

"By more you mean?"

"As I mentioned to you this morning, Takamachi is an old friend of mine and I'm just helping him out with a problem he's not too informed about."

"The safe."

"Yes. While talking to him a little earlier he said the man that gave him the safe also gave him a locket."

"The key to the safe right?"

"Yes but you see, he doesn't know that. The safe is a very complicated one."

"How so?" I ask as I let myself fall back on the bed. I had a feeling this was going to take a while.

"The safe has many carvings on it and only one is made exactly for the locket."

"Therefore, without the locket theres no way of opening the safe without destroying everything inside."

"Correct."

"So what's the problem?"

"His daughter has the locket."

Get to the point already! I yelled in my head.

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"Tell my why you would think so."

I swallowed hard. His tone made it seem like he was threatening me and yet, his words had no harm in them. What was biting his ass today? He keeps changing his tone from carefree to just plain deadly...

"Well... Since the safe is wanted by almost everyone, giving the locket to his daughter would make it... How should I say... Hidden?"

"You have a point. But as you said, the safe is wanted by almost everyone, meaning they know the locket is the key. If they know that much, they'll go after anything if they think they can get a lead off of it, for example, his daughter who just happens to live with him."

"I see..."

Well damn. Like I didn't know that! If his stupid tone of voice hadn't put me on the spot like that-

"So now there has been a slight change of plan."

"Huh?"

"Not only do you have to watch over Takamachi, but you have to watch over his daughter as well."

"That's fine with me."

"You also have to go to school."

At that moment I just wanted to yell but I bit my lip before I could do so. I already knew all there was that you could learn at school and now I just got news I had to learn things that others were clueless about! What the hell!? Angry, I just kept saying a bunch of curses in my head. But maybe I was just making an excuse to hide the real reason as to why I didn't want to go to school. Do you know what the reason was?... People. I hate associating with people.

"That's fine as well." My voice was a little off since I was trying to keep a calm tone but how the hell could I do that when I had to go to school with babies. Babies... That just reminded me of something.

"Hey... Yokimoto."

"Yeah?"

"What grade is this girl in?"

"She's currently in her senior year... In fact she's the same age as you I believe."

"Really?"

"Hmm? You sound a little relieved, Fate."

"No, I was just thinking it would be boring if I had to go to school and learn things you've already taught me."

"I wouldn't worry if I were you. Going to school will be anything but boring."

I grinned. Yokimoto must have had a few ideas of what I would encounter at school. But I know for a fact if I ask him what it is he won't so much as give me a hint. That was just the way he was.

"I wouldn't worry about learning either, I've pulled a few strings so you can be in the highest classes so you won't get too bored."

"Oh... Great..." I said as I stared tiredly at the ceiling. Alright... So I didn't want to learn the baby stuff... But it didn't mean I wanted to learn the hard stuff either! Besides, learning from Yokimoto had it's... Eventful moments. At the end of the day I would go home and count the number of scars I had. But at a real school you had to sit in a chair and listen endlessly while the teacher talked. That's as boring as boring gets if you ask me. I rather take Yokimotos way of learning.

"So as planned, get ready and take all you think you will need. No weapons though."

"No weapons?"

"I don't think you'll need them."

"Alright then," I said plainly. I was a bit glad I wouldn't need any weapons, it would mean the chance of hurting someone would decrease greatly. Well... By someone I mean the innocent people.

"That a girl. I'll-"

I quickly hung up without a word of goodbye and threw my phone on the side. I hate when he says "That a girl," it's almost as if he's trying to make it sound as if I'm his daughter. Never in a thousand years would I want to be his daughter, I'd rather die than be related to scum like him. At least my parents had the decency to give me to someone else since they knew they had no way of taking care of me. At least I know in my heart that in some strange way they cared for me.

I once again sighed and turned to lay on my side. Since I don't have much clothes it won't take long for me to pack. All I can do now is rest up for the following mission, it'll be different from all the others that much I know, because for me, protecting someone has never been a mission before.