I, TrueNinja, return!
I tore this story down and cleaned it a bit for re-upload. I apologize for my frequent updates going dead all of the sudden, and be warned, it may happen again. However, I doubt I'll be finding ANOTHER love of my life, what with favoring monogamy. So, I claim no ownership over Elfen Lied or any of it's elements; I only claim ownership of this story.
Without further ado, enjoy. :)

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"So…?"

"I'm sorry sir; it'll still be a few minutes."

There came yet another crash, as the contents of another cabinet were tossed carelessly onto the floor in the nearby kitchen. The apartment was a mess, and he had spent so long making it look nice for his short stay here…

"And what are you guys looking for again?"

"Like I said before, sir, a neighbor claimed to see you handling a weapon. She claimed to have spent just over twenty minutes watching you clean at least a dozen firearms of various sizes, while sitting at your window, in a pair of red boxer shorts, singing 'Eye of the Tiger' by Survivor," the officer responded flatly, "Horrible song."

The sound of a drawer of silverware being manhandled out of the expensive counters served to punctuate the man's summary.

"Well… I do like that song.", the suspect whined, trying his hardest to pull his jeans up over his bright red boxers, but not having much success with his handcuffed hands, "and I am wearing red boxers, but do I look like the kind of man that would own a heap of guns and no permit? Where the hell would I keep them! Sounds to me like you've been pranked."

Before the policeman could offer up a response, his three partners emerged from the kitchen. They had finished their search, and the most dangerous thing they had found was a kitchen knife. The officer rolled his eyes.

He sighed, "Well… looks like you're off the hook this time. Need us to stay for a few minutes and help clean this up?"

"Ah, that'd be nice," The handcuffs clicked, freeing the suspect, "and… thank you."

"What's your name, son?" another officer asked, approaching.

"Would you excuse me for a minute, I haven't fed this little guy yet today."

The freed man casually strolled over to a quaint little fish tank that sat in a corner. A tiny fish with silvery scales flittered around nervously. Nestled amongst the bluish pebbles at the bottom rested a large treasure chest that occasionally opened, releasing a jet of bubbles. He glanced sidelong at the policemen.

The one that had originally been guarding him was placing a pillow back onto the sofa, and two of the men who had ransacked the kitchen were working together to move a table. The last one, who had asked for his name, was still staring expectantly.

It happened in an instant. In one clean motion, he reached into the tank, and withdrew a handgun. Protruding from the barrel was a stubby black silencer.

The four shots wouldn't even have been audible from the hallway. The four thuds that one would expect never came. The first officer landed heavily on the sofa he had been fixing, the other two were now resting face-down on the table. The last one was being gently set down on the rug.

There then came four little metallic noises as the spent bullets jingled to a stop on the floor, and Leon observed the damage. The bodies each had a large hole on the exposed side of their head. Blood was splashed on several pieces of furniture, but could easily be dealt with. Yet again, perfect. He could have done that so much sooner… he didn't need to let the men handcuff him. But it was always good to know that his ability to hide weapons was better than their ability to find them.

From a compartment under the rug, Leon withdrew several duffel bags. So a neighbor had seen him during his little "celebration" ritual? Semi-nude gun cleaning and singing… a redneck would be proud, but other assassins would be disgusted. Oh well; over the course of two days he had arrived, killed the target, packed up, and was ready to leave.

He froze. Killed the target. He had popped it onto the list… and it passed through his head so casually. His target. His mark. His prey. A human, with a life and memories as vivid as his own, brought to an end.

Sighing, Leon left to go after his next client. Some creeps in lab coats hiring him from Japan. They had made a 'lucrative offer', promising several additional 'lucrative offers' afterwards… but only should he be successful.

In other words, there were many lucrative offers in store for him.

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My short lil prologue. In my writing, I trade short chapters for frequent updates, which will be ESPECIALLY frequent here at the start.

What do you think of that trade-off? What do you think of my writing? What do you think of global affairs! I don't care, good or bad, but if you've read this, take the time to submit a review, anonymous or otherwise. Even if it's just two words, it'll mean the world to me! :D

-TN