The Black Cat of Misfortune
My name is Hyuuga Natsume.
I am an agent of an organization called Alice. I bring bad luck to those that deserve to die. I will remain a prisoner to the world devoid of light, I will obey, and I will not run. I am the Black Cat.
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It was past midnight, there wasn't anyone around the neighborhood. In fact, the bastard was so rich he owned the whole neighborhood. The owner was the president of a multi-billion dollar company in Japan. Too bad he was found to be dealing drugs and smuggling weapons to other countries
His termination was issued by Alice on the 13th of January 2013.
Hyuuga Natsume sat on the chairs on the balcony, looking down at the burned corpses of the security guards, and then inhaling what's left of the little cigarette bud clipped between his fingers; his other hand was holding a file of papers. He blew out a cloud of smoke and threw the bud to the ground. "I found the deal files" he spoke as he pressed on to his earpiece.
"Good, destroy it" a deep voice replied on the other line "Black Cat" the voice spoke again, there was a pause.
"No loose ends"
The stack of papers in his hand was set ablaze abruptly and he crushed the ashes in his hands as it rained down onto the ground below. He leapt off the balcony, shooting down to the ground and disrupting the peaceful flutter of the ashes before landing swiftly on his feet with one knee on the ground. He stood as the crumpled black ashes of paper rained down behind him, he then made his way towards the gate and as soon as he was out he snapped his fingers and the flames exploded from the house; smashing out all the windows as the flames lashed out violently; resembling a cell of desperate prisoners begging for their lives.
"No loose ends"
0800hrs
The Black Cat wasn't a morning person, but he had gotten used to waking up at 8 o clock sharp after he took the undercover assignment as Kitazura Gouchi's assistant for a month. He had nearly forgotten that he killed that man just 7 hours ago.
He walked out of his kitchen with a carton of juice in one hand and the other reaching for the remote. His thumb pressed down on the button and the TV across the room switched on. The first thing he saw was the news report of company president Kitazura's family massacre in the fire.
Experts suspected it to be a gas leak or an arsonist but there is not enough evidence to support any theory, the corpses were burned up too badly to autopsy and most of the house was in ashes and rubble. The raven haired assassin smirked before turning off his television. HQ was going to wipe out his data base records on his involvement in the company while it's in chaos and send another agent there to cover his story; probably something like "Oh him? He had to move away with his family". It would be like he was never there.
All he had to do now is wait to be summoned for another assignment. Till then he was planning to do nothing at all.
It wasn't long before his presence was requested by the head of Alice, much to his dismay; grumpily he answered the ringing in his ears by pressing a finger to his earpiece "Hyuuga speaking"
"You have another assignment"
Natsume refrained himself from sighing wearily. Thought so. "Details"
"Mouri Reo, Agent of AAO. It is an undercover mission as before. He is hosting a concert at the Gardens Hotel in Osaka. Associate yourself with him, find out what are the AAO's intentions then kill everyone that has anything to do with him personally and professionally."
"When do I leave?"
"Arrangements have already been made, your flight leaves in an hour"
And then the line was cut, he unplugged his ear from his earpiece and tossed it into the bin; knowing that they would establish a new line for him specifically for this mission. Walking towards his wardrobe, he pulled on the handle- as he suspected, they had already packed his suitcase for him. It irked him that they already assigned him another mission before he actually completed his former but he wouldn't voice his complaints; they'd only fall under deaf ears anyway. Clipped onto the suit case was his plane ticket to Osaka and next to the suitcase were the files for his new identity. Kuzama Izumi. Age 25. Travelling Journalist.
Picking up his suitcase, he headed for the door, but not before picking up his sunglasses on his countertop. The elevator came to a halt and with a ding, the door opened and he could see his chauffeur waiting for him outside. He smirked and slipped on his sunglasses for identity precautions.
'Mission Start'