A/N Hey guys. Okay, I admit this story is… different. I do like it though, and hope to keep with it. Please r & r! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the storyline. But, maybe I'll add an OC later.

/NEW: I'M GOING TO GO BACK AND FIX LITTLE GRAMMAR ERRORS EVERY ONCE IN AWHILE.\\

A young man walks to an unfamiliar house. The instructions were clear. Break in, find the other man, kill him in his sleep, and sneak away. These instructions may have grabbed your attention. This young man was in a very secret society, a society of assassins. He would find the guy, the one with orange hair and pink glasses, and stab him in the back. He must be quiet though. If he woke him, it could be disastrous. He could be strong, unlikely though. Maybe he would call for help. There are other houses near enough to hear him. Being an assassin has few rules, but there are some, three to be exact.

1.) You must not kill innocents.

2.) You must kill the person who has been called upon.

3.) You must not kill fellow assassins.

As simple as they may be, assassins must follow them. If there is any disobedience to the simple guidelines, the guilty assassin will be killed. There have been very few times a rule has been broken. But it usually is because of rule one. Even fewer have broken other rules. Only a few have broken the third. None have broken the second. Not yet anyways...

Now, let's return to the assassin in question. He is currently picking the lock. Not much can be said about his appearance. He has cunningly put on a long hoodie that covers his face entirely. Underneath it is a mask, just in case his hood fails him. Nothing else can be said to describe him though. It's said that he has blue eyes, but few can confirm it. There are only a handful of people he actually comes into contact with, but they're all in the society.

The society is an interesting one. People will order assassins to kill another being. They can't just do it out of pure amusement though. There must be, and always is, a purpose. The assassin will meet the person, and will find out more about the killing they want.

Again, we must get back to our assassin. But before we do, how about a little backstory showing why he does what he does. You see, it all started when he was a young boy. His parents were kind people. However, some thought his father was not. They thought he was an assassin himself. Now, some people have uses for them, the assassins, and in return don't sell them out, but not many do have these uses. Others hate the assassins. They will kill them on sight, even if they don't have solid evidence. They killed the father, and the mother to be safe. Of course neither of them was guilty of the accused crime, but they were killed regardless. They took pity on the boy. They sent him to an orphanage. He had a horrendous childhood, if you may. He had no real love given to him. He had very few friends. He was, as you may call him, an outcast. So were his friends. He only had two close ones. But they ended up being adopted by the time he was 10. He never heard from them again. He lived there for the next 8 years, for at that age he was able to leave. He lived on the streets for a few nights until he was finally able to find a job, but it didn't pay much. But, from this job, he met someone. He seemed suspicious, but as well an outcast, not so different from himself. The man, a young boy at the time, took it upon himself to talk with the elder. It was then he became what he is, an assassin.

Now, let's take the chance to fully direct our attention to the assassin. No more interruptions. He just broke in, and quietly got his blade out. Just as his client had said, he was asleep. The man smiled.

"Too easy", he thought.

Without another thought, he stabbed the man, and quickly fled out the window.