Wails bounced off the walls. My younger sister's cries were heard all throughout the house. My feet darted quickly down the disgusting, food-stained stairs. "Get back here, girl!" father screamed, coming out of the door with only his pants on. "You ain't gonna tell NO ONE! You hear?" But I didn't hear. I flitted up and over the cracked a moldy table, nearly skidding on a spilled drink. The smell of the dirty kitchen was getting to my head. I slammed the door tightly. "Get back here, you no good, rotten, God da-"

The clacking of my boots on the new found tile floor aroused my wandering head. My hazel eyes glanced up from the ground. I stopped, turning my torso slightly to look back out of the hallway, where endless green grass spread for what seemed like an eternity. I sighed, flinging my flaming red hair out of my eyes. I turned back around, continuing to walk to my destination.

I came upon a window-shaped indentation, where black and red baggage was placed neatly in it. A note was left on top of it, the spidery writing of my boss' hand covering the ivory page:

We will be sending the necessary information to you shortly after your arrival. Have a safe trip, and do not interact with anyone that isn't necessary.

I sighed, crumpling the letter in my hands. I picked up the luggage, and walked away, my thigh-length black dress moving quickly. I regretted my decision to wear it, now thinking it was a bit too short. The sleeves came halfway down my hands. I got a taxi, and loaded my bags into the back. I slammed the door. "Airport." my cold voice said, astounding the driver. He drove me quickly to the airport, and I sat in one of the uncomfortable black chairs, and took out a notepad and pencil, beginning to draw.

I watched the groups of families passing by. A little girl held her mother's hand, and begged her for ice cream, while another group was sitting at a table, eating hamburgers. My eyes softened as I imagined the little, white-blond girl running along the hallway. "Akira..." I whispered softly.

An hour later, my time had come to make the trip to my new home. I boarded the plane, and took my seat. Sadly, I was next to some random fat guy. He munched on his popcorn chicken the entire time, while I just stared coldly out of the window. He turned to me. "Hey, lady? Where you headed?" I turned to him, my eyes narrowing. "The same place as you, I suppose?" His eyes widened. "Man, I'm going to visit my girlfriend. She has something to tell me... Maybe she wants to advance? I hope I get lucky." he said, smiling. I glared. "There's no such thing as luck."

And so ended our conversation.

I spent the rest of the flight reading a catalog, looking at the sickeningly-sweet outfits. The food came and went. I didn't eat it. It looked disgusting. My eyes clouded as I dozed off...

Akira was running through the halls of my old house. "NO! Leave me alone! Daddy, NO!" she yelled. I could see my father advancing. "Just come to daddy, like a good little girl... Do what daddy says, okay?" he said, a sadistic smile growing on the man's face. My pale features appeared through a crack in my splintered door. My hazel eyes filling with tears. "NO! No, no, no, NO! DADDY! STOP!" Akira yelled, covering her face as my father backed her against the wall. "Here. Come to daddy's room, and we'll have a little... chat about it?" he said, snickering.

Tears welled up at the edges of my eyes. I choked back my screams. If I got involved... I glanced down at my arm, where gashes left by a knife, and bruises from household objects remained. I looked back up, but my little sister was gone from the hall, and father's door was shut. I heard the tearing of fabric. "NO! STOP IT!! PLEASE, STOP IT! I'M BEGGING YOU, PLE-"

My eyes flashed open. The fat man was shaking my shoulder. "Miss? Miss? Are you okay?" he asked, his eyes wide. I glared. "Why wouldn't I be?" "You were screaming..." he explained, looking appalled. I looked up and down the plane. Many people were staring at me. I looked down. "Gomen." I said softy.

The plane landed, and I quickly got up, wanting to avoid the man. I raced of the plane with my baggage. Battling my way through the people in the airport, and finally got to the door. I waved down a taxi, my life starting to seem overly repetitive. The taxi stopped at the address I had given him, and I stepped out, paying him, and looking at my new home. A small cottage, the screen door threatening to be overgrown with ivy.

I walked up to it, and found a note just inside. As I read it, doubt grew in my heart. I knew that this would be one of my hardest jobs ever.

What is my work, you ask? I'm an undercover agent. I have had many names that I have gone by. My real name is Miyuki Shiuta. Shiuta. I always found it a very depressing name. I do not believe in luck. I do not believe in fate. Angels. Guardians. None of it. It doesn't exsist. If it did, Akira would still be alive. But her death was my own fault. But if angels and guardians and luck egsisted, then her life would not have been taken.

I sat my bag down on the leather couch, and started a fire in the fire place, the winter chill getting to me. I walked around the first and only floor, finding the already furnished bedroom. The ebony bed with its sky-blue sheets stood out in the room of white. I smiled slightly. I heaved my bag into the room, and unpacked my clothes.

I was in the middle of putting my dresses in the closet when I heard a rustle outside. I opened the window, a chill spilling through into my once warm room. I looked directly down. And all I saw was blue.