FYI: I do not own Gunslinger girl.

Triela looked at the gun stained with blood. How could she have killed the only guy she'd actually talked to who wasn't part of the government.

A WEEK AGO.

Triela walked with her guitar case bouncing gentility on the back of her leg. Man, the sky is sure blue today, she thought starring up at the sky. Then a bicyclist slammed on his breaks behind her. Triela turned to see a boy around sixteen star at her wide eyed.

"A blonde beauty such as yourself should be careful." the guy said with a cocky smile. "You could get hurt."

Triela laughed. "Somehow, I think, it will take more then a bike to slow me down." she mocked the boy by pushing one of her ponytails over her shoulder and flipping her wrist.

She'd seen how girls act in movies. Should I flirt with this guy, she thought, I mean I'm not going to ever see him again, so what does it matter?

The boy smiled, then extended his hand out to her. "I'm Marco. And you are?"

"Triela." She shock his hand gentility.

"Triela. What a pretty name. Your mother must be as beautiful as you to give you such a cute name." the boy leaned on his handle bars and started at Triela for a long time.

Triela was frozen. Should I tell him I have no mother. Should I call Hilshire my father? Thoughts like these rolled around in Triela's head. Until finally she looked at the ground, and whispered "I have no mother."

The boy was shocked. "I'm sorry" he offered his sympathy, but Triela shock it off.

"No it's okay. I mean, It's not like you knew." she smiled warmly. The last thing she wanted was for this guy to pity her. Then she felt the cell phone Hilshire gave her vibrate. He was wondering where she was. "Well, it was nice meeting you Marco." Triela thought that was the last time she would see the boy until Hilshire handed her a case folder.

There was a school training young boys as young as age five to be assassins. Marco was one of those boys.

PRESENT TIME

Triela sat silent in the car holding her gun close to her side. Marco was the closest thing she had had to a boyfriend, and yet she barley talked to him .Would she be alone all her life. No wait. She would die before long, so what did it matter. Triela's thoughts got the best of her. She tried to hold back but tears fell from her face like rivers. How could she had been so stupid? Marco wasn't anything to her, but an enemy. Hilshire had just done his job. Why was this so hard-

Triela felt Hilshire's hand pat her head. "Triela, you know you can talk to me about anything, right?" his calm voice gave Triela strength.

She brushed the tears from her eyes, and nodded, " Yeah, I know. Hey, Hilshire… Do you think I could find a good boyfriend… you know if I was normal?" The question was embarrassing, but Triela wasn't the one turning red, it was Hilshire.

"I… Not under my roof young lady." Hilshire winked at her. She laughed.

"Not much of the `father figure` are we?"

"I'm your handler aka Big brother. Being a father never appealed to me. And a word of advise boyfriends will only to do wrong." Hilshire smiled.

"Well, now I know you were a heart breaker." Triela mocked

"Back in the `good old days` I suppose I was. Not."

The both of them laughed then rode the whole way back in silence.

The end.