Chapter 1: The Request

"You are late." A woman clothed in black said with a shade of annoyance clear in her voice.

"It was at my inconvenience." A deep voice replied.

"I'm quite busy—do you need help?" The woman watch as the figure made its way towards her. She had no intentions of helping the figure that she assumed was a man albeit she asked.

"Do I get charged more?" The figure said cautiously as he continued his efforts to reach the woman.

"Maybe, though I understand it's hard to reach this summit."

'This summit' was Kuga Natsuki's area of favor. Before, it was a piece of land just left of a vacant highway with sparse wooden fences that encircles it. And below, lays the dense sea that commands its tides to snarl against the rocks and hushes the concealed past of Natsuki's. However, the ground laid cruel and mounded apart six months ago that Natsuki's solitary summit stood waste amongst the rows of rocks. Whereas the land still remains and stays dormant till the present day.

"This place was where…"

"Kuga-san, I am pleased to acknowledge that you are willing to do a certain job for me?" The voice questioned curtly that it sounded more imperative than it should have.

"That is why I'm here." Natsuki's chagrin rose impulsively as her client interrupted her reverie. After all, she wouldn't be here in the first place; much less meet this man if she declined his request. The request— was to murder someone.

Murdering and getting away with murder was her job; her occupation. She had employed herself in this occupation for three years now, and never once did she question or reflect remorse for her sins.

"I kill for money." was her only 'valid' motive for the sins she has committed. However, it was hardly any of her concerns of who her victims were. They could be innocent, rich, or renowned and still die the same way. For it was wiser to Natsuki to not know her victims, her impartiality and callousness only made her job easier.

Now, her new request she was about to execute would be nothing of variation.

"Yeah." Natsuki spoke absently and swayed her cobalt bangs away from her forehead.

"I should question on why you chose to assemble here but I will be direct on my part. My surname is Takeda, as I would like to be discreet and only confide that information to you." He came closer to her so that Natsuki would finally see his figure.

Judging by his features, he was fair and young, eyes of brown and spiky black hair. His attire was plain yet had a sense of formality, his shirt was white with a tie and his black slacks complemented his fashion along with a black suitcase.

Regularly, most of her clients were unruly men with a gruff feature. Rich men; probably rich by gaining money illegally, that was vain and edged with vengeance and hate. But today, she was met with a change; a man that had style.

"Kuga-san" Takeda cleared his throat, "This is who I want you to eliminate." Takeda reached into his breast pocket and handed Natsuki a photo of her next target.

Before Natsuki could glance at the photo, Takeda continued, "Her name is Fujino Shizuru."

"The Fujino Shizuru?" Natsuki felt a mixture of amusement and bitterness as her lips questioned the name.

Takeda cleared his throat, "Yes."

"Fujino Shizuru is the daughter of a very wealthy and powerful politician, correct?"

"Yes" was the same answer.

"She will be hard to pin down, similarly her whereabouts and where she frequents. As the daughter of a Fujino, her father discloses their residence with prudence and I am sure even if I did pin down where she lived, it would be heavily guarded." Natsuki said; her interest dissipating.

Takeda smirked and threw down the suitcase he was carrying to Natsuki's feet. "This is yours, 200,000 dollars sleeps in that case along with information on a bank account that holds 50 million."

Natsuki arched a brow as he continued, "I'm paying you here and now to erase Fujino Shizuru."

"And if I fail or run away with this amount of money?"

"You won't." Takeda smiled, "Should you fail, you die. If you pester my trust, you'll suffer a pain worse than death itself."

"Asshole." Natsuki inwardly criticized. "The lights of day will not be on your side for threatening me, Takeda-san."

Takeda chuckled softly, "Kuga-san, this job is the ticket to your freedom from the filth you call 'work'. Take note that the world runs on money and you, fair one, have access to everything with the offer I am willing to pay for your work. So think carefully, should you tamper my trust in you."

Natsuki shrugged as a reply.

Takeda nodded and raised his wrist to view his watch, he feigned a sigh and said "Kuga-san, I would proffer more time with you; but it runs short. So I will take my leave—Good luck." He turned his back to face her and made his way down the summit where his ride would be.

Natsuki watched the figure fade away into the night and breathed inwardly, the salty cold air tickling her nostrils.

"This mission will be nearly impossible; I was nearly caught killing my last victim." Natsuki raised her hands to touch her forehead as her mind replayed her last mission.

Natsuki sighed, "Fujino Shizuru, the black card is on you."

With that, Natsuki quickly made her way down the summit to her motorcycle. She looked over the horizon once more and sped away, creating a plan to eliminate her new victim.