Introduction Sequence: Nothing Is True

Come, and look into the eye of the beholder.

Tell us, what do you see? The innocent cry out as they are beaten under their master's whips? Do you see the hungering recluses shivering away in the corner, their money taken away from the nefarious moneymakers whose insatiable ambitions trample even the most innocuous of creatures? Have you looked so far as to see what the true definition of suffering is? If you have gazed that far into the darkness, then you know why you are here. There are millions of people who have long stood against the tyrannical machinations of corruption, but even now, their numbers begin to dwindle. We come in from the shadows, silent as the night, faster than the light, and stronger when we fight. We are the Creed, and we rain hell on those who would seek to trample the innocent for their personal glory. Now, our will has been bestowed upon you, Ichigo Yamazaki, and it is up to your actions to uphold the sacred meaning of our Creed.

Your past is an interesting one, Ichigo. When we first found you, it was in the form of a little child drifting down in a small basket on a soft stream. Your parents and your village had fallen to the raiding shoguns of the modern era, leaving you the lone survivor. When we welcomed you into the Creed, we knew there was much to do. Our communion was small back then, but the growing darkness spreading across our lands soon sprouted followers that flocked to our cause. As your grew, you continued to impress us, as you kept up with our intense exercises, learned the ways of the creed, and completed your daily tasks quickly and efficiently. You showed great promise when you single-handedly snuck in a wandering Ronin's bastion, slew his guards, then took his head as a prize. However, with this great success comes a terrible downfall. We do not kill our enemies and desecrate their bodies to instill fear into their allies. The utmost respect must be shown towards us human beings, even if they are deemed to be damned. However, we still wonder if you were listening during our lecture. You were attentive, but was it out of great respect for us or were you merely trying to sink back into the shadows? Words are mere interpretations of our vocal cords, and they are not worth a single speck of dust if your refuse to listen.

Even with your flaws, you are the most unpredictable of hunters. With a personality as enigmatic as yours, we have decided to give you a mission that is suited towards your satisfactions. You will live among the elite in one of Japan's finest high schools, Ouran High School. Do not be concerned with its lavish presentation and delectable luxuries, as even the brightly, lit chandeliers blind the corrupt from the students. You will impose as a third-year junior transferring from a foreign country, as you come from a wealthy background. The students will take a good liking towards you, but do not be concerned with their matters; be concerned about yours and the Creed.

There are rumors speculating of a mysterious Host club located in the music room of Ouran High. You may wish to become part of this club in order to achieve more information on certain people. Many ladies in waiting travel there for their daily courting and gossip. Not only is easy to hear their conversations, but with wit and charm, you can manipulate them to do your biddings. Even the rich have their uses, no matter how miniscule they may be.

Even though you stay at Ouran High, be wary around you. Many of these students are sons of corrupt corporates and sinister swindlers who have gotten rich off of the suffering of others. If they soon find out what you are doing, they will not hesitate to hunt you down until the last coin. The Creed cannot be compromised; our existence must remain a mystery. Silence anyone who gets in your path, and use every technique in order to achieve your goals. But, above all, always protect the innocent and do not stay your hand to those who would seek to harm them.

Now, Ichigo, as you leave, ask yourself this. Is the worth of something so precious to you enough for your devotion to justice? Are you willing to give into your true feelings for your own desires and leave the innocent to suffer? We do not ask these questions based off of strict regulation; you must be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice in order to save humanity from the darkness of sin. Your actions shape the people around you, and it will also craft your destiny. Do what is right for Justice.

You are an Assassin. You are Ichigo Yamazaki.

Ichigo's POV

The Grandmaster's words rang in my ears as I slowly traversed the gleaming, marble floors leading straight to Music Room #3. It was 7:00 AM right now, October the 19th, 2013, and my first few steps I was taking into Ouran High School would not be my last. Its reputation as one of Japan's wealthiest high schools were indeed solidified by the majestic travesties that sparkle around the school. Wealthy schoolgirls could be talking, dressed in yellow, satin blouses and silk, white skirts as they were giggling about their secret crush on their hidden loves. Schoolboys dressed in cerulean suits were jabbering on about their perfect test scores in certain classes. In this cacophony of gossip and boasting, my silent figure stood at the center, my ears silently recording the little tidbits of information. If I had more than a minute, I could tell you the whole relationship of a typical couple of Ouran High. It would seem there is only room for the elite in this school, as there is no room for commoners on the campus.

I sighed as I put my hands in my suit pockets. Finely crafted, these suits are, with no trace of abnormal bumps around the linings of the pockets. Yes, if I were to start my life in this place of thieves, I better start acting like one. My past behavior among the common populace wouldn't fare well in Ouran High School. So, I had to throw away the old persona and establish a new one. Ichigo: The Rich Boy. Hmm, doesn't sound too shabby.

As I quietly traversed deeper into the school, I noticed the sound of a person who seemed to be…. Training. The sounds weren't very conspicuous, but my ears were trained to detect even the most subtle of noises. Even the soft crawl of a mouse would make a sound that I could hear. As I moved closer, I soon found that the noises were coming from Music Room #3. Looking at the sign above the door, I could faintly remember hearing of a Music Room #3 in my briefing. I slowly opened the door to the room, and walked in.

The room was surprisingly empty, as the emptiness hit me like a bullet train. All I saw, in the middle of the room, was a young boy, flawlessly performing fluent flips and various strikes in the open air. His form was magnificent; he could disarm a group of thugs with just a few strikes. I silently chuckled as I quietly closed the door and leaned against the wall, watching this kid perform his practice.

All of a sudden, the kid started throwing kunais around, and I watched as the swiftly returned to him as they hit the wall. However, he hadn't noticed me, and suddenly threw a sharp blade, coming straight at my face! Surprised, I was able to catch it with the tips of my index figures. The young boy looked shocked as he looked at me with unexpected surprise and horror. Fearing that I might have been hurt, the boy suddenly rushed at me and bowed respectfully, crying, "Forgive me! I really didn't see you there!"

I decided to play it safe, and I responded back with a soft smile. "Well, you certainly are a dangerous fighter." "I joked, "This your main weapon of choice?"

The young boy shook his head, relieved that I wasn't hurt, and responded back with earnest, "Yeah, these are my favorite! Although, I can't use them in the club or else Mori will get angry at me!"

I raised my left eyebrow in suspicion, and questioned, "Wait, there's a club here? And, who is this Mori? This where the Karate Club takes place, in the music room?"

The boy looked at me, confused at first. But then, his eyes lit up suddenly, and exclaimed, "Oh, yeah! I remembered, you're the new guy, right?"

"I guess so. Look, I'm sorry to have taken up most of your time, but I need to-"

The boy shook his head, and extended his hand out. "Wow, I didn't know you'd be this tall! My names Mitsukuni! It's a pleasure to meet you, um…"

I chuckled, and shook the little boy's hand, saying, "Call me Ichigo. Ichigo Yamazaki."

"Ichigo! That's a really cool name! Man, people around here don't get a lot of cool names such as yours!"

"Well, I guess I was born fortunate with a cool name. My only luck in life…."

Mitsukuni couldn't help but gawk at my mysterious physique. I expected this from a little boy like him, but I never expected him to be this amazed. Chuckling with amusement, I casually asked the boy, "So, ever seen guys like me come to Ouran High?"

Mitsukuni shook his head, and replied, "Not like you! You're a lot different than the others!" Suddenly, his face lit up with joy, as he tugged at my arm, "Hey, come on! I gotta bring you to the rest of the gang! Follow me!"

I was stunned as I was dragged along by this little boy, shouting in a confused tone, "W-Wait! Where are you taking me?"

"Library Four! That's where all the Host Club Members are waiting for you! Come on!"

I couldn't help but follow this little boy's path down the hall. Whatever this day was turning out to be, it was about to get even more confusing…

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