I: Assassins

Hey I'm doing another one with the help of my best friend, Xie Xie. Anyway this is my second fic. So if you see anything wrong just tell me. But enjoy anyway.

I do not own Black Cat, Yabi, or Wiley. But I do own Lynelle.

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I was walking from another long day from work. My apartment was just a few blocks from where I worked. And I worked at the Assassination Society. Where people assassinate for the good of the society, hence the name. Anyway my name is Train Heartnet. I'm only 18 and already working as an assassination agent. I know I'm young but I have nowhere else to go.

I wanted to take the longer route to my apartment. Something in my gut told me to go this way and I never go against that. Anyway as I was walking something caught my eye. It was a bar named Cait Keep. The name really didn't sound interesting. But before I knew it I was walking towards the door to walk in. The place was packed and I saw a lot of 'sweepers' as some call them.

I walked over to the bar and took a seat on a barstool. From out of nowhere the most beautiful girl I have ever seen walks past me to give people their orders. But suddenly she stopped in front of me.

"What'll ya be havin'?" She asked. God she was beautiful. And she had those unique eyes. I could just stare at them all damn day. "I'm sorry is there something wrong?" She snapped me out of my trance.

"No. Everything's fine. I'll have milk." I answered her. God, did I sound so damn stupid. But then I heard a chuckle. I looked up and saw her laughing. Then I realized how red my face was.

"Alright. I'll be right back with your drink." She said as she walked away.

Damn. I have to ask her for her name. She was wearing a blue T-shirt and black & gold flannel pants. From what I could tell she had a great personality and was cheerful most of the time. I turned around waiting for my milk. Looking down at my tattoo on my left collarbone I touched it. There was a XIII tattoo.

Suddenly she came back and I turned back around. But before she left my sight I asked for her name. "What's your name?" I asked.

"My name? You're not on of those stupid jerks who just wants to use me, are you?" She asked. Making me worry for a second. Thinking she didn't want to give some stranger her name.

"No. I just wanted to know your name. I bet it would match your beauty." I said. Then covering my mouth immediately. Realizing what I just said.

She laughed again. Then she smiled and answered, "My name is Lynelle Wolves. Nice to meet you…" She tilted her head.

Then I realized I haven't given her my name yet. "Sorry. My name is Train Heartnet. And your name does match your beauty." I figured what the hell, it's worth a shot. Might as well say what I want to say before it's too late.

"Nice to meet you Train. And thank you." She said. Her smile making me feel happy. And for the first time in my life I smiled. Not forcing a smile but a real loving and caring smile. "So, you like milk?" She asked. I was stunned by this. Why wouldn't I? Doesn't everyone?

"Ya. I've gotten so used to drinking the stuff since I was a kid that I just can't seem to help myself." I answered her.

"Let me tell you something." She motioned me to come closer and I did. "I love milk too. And that's why I sometimes steal it from right under my boss' noses. But don't tell anybody, k? It'll be our little secret."

I moved back. Realizing what she just said to me I was shocking. If anybody found out she could be fired. Or worse, someone from the Assassination Society could assassinate her. But I wouldn't tell anybody. Partly because I liked her. The other part was because she was still so innocent and young.

"Alright. You can trust me." I said finishing up my bottle of milk and getting change out of my pocket and leaving it on the counter. Then I left. Feeling that I'm getting too attached to this girl. I couldn't let my emotions get in the way.

I walked out of the bar and started heading down the street to my apartment. Sure it wasn't big or comfy. But it was somewhere to get some sleep. Then I heard footsteps behind me. They were faint but kept getting closer and closer. Eventually curiosity got the best of me and I turned around to see who it was. It was the girl from the bar, Lynelle.

"Why are you following me? Don't you have a place to live? Where are your parents?" Maybe too many questions at one time. But hey she was young and everyone her age should still have parents. Well, other than me anyway.

"I don't have any parents. They were killed by the Assassination Society." She answered. That was one thing I was not expecting. I could tell she was pissed off at those people for murdering her parents. But the only problems were one, I worked for them and two, she was following an almost complete stranger.

"How do you know the person was from the Assassination Society? Did someone tell you about it?" I asked. She seemed to get ever angrier when I asked her this. Now I regret asking. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer that."

"It's ok. I'd rather somebody know the truth. Because you're the first person to ask what happened." She answered. She seemed to be relieved after she said this. I guess she's been waitin gto tell somebody but no one ever asked.

"Well," I stated, "I'm all ears." She opened her mouth but nothing came out. I guess she was nervous at first. But then I comforted her by holding her hand. Letting her know I would listen.

She turned to me and smiled. "Well when I was only 7 a person with blond hair, red eyes, and a black outfit not showing much shot my parents. Of course he didn't know I was there. I made sure of that. Then when I thought he was out of the house I came out of my hiding spot and looked at my parents. I knew tht they were dead. But I didn't want to believe that. So I shook them but they didn't come back. Then when I was getting up to get out of there. The man who killed my parents, the man who killed them in cold blood was standing right in front of me. He was smirking and I had a serious look with tears that stopped long ago. His smirk became even wider. Then he vanished. And the only ones who could've pulled that off was the Assassination Society."

I didn't know what to say. The man she describes is the murderer of my parents as well. But how could that be? When I was 10 he looked the exact same as Lynelle was describing him to be. He would have at least had some gray hair. But no, he didn't. Without even knowing it my grip on Lynelle's wrist tightened. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her staring at me with concerned eyes. Then my grip loosened and I turned to her then smiled. "I'm fine. I just need to get some rest. That's all. If you want, you can stay at my place tonight. It's not big but it'll do."

"If you don't really mind then I'm ok with it." She said happily. I guess she was waiting for someone that would listen to her. And she tightened her grip on my and and started running to my apartment. I'm thinking she just took a guess on where it was. Because I never told her where I lived. So I caught up to her and ran right beside her. She was as beautiful as can be and smiling the whole time. I smiled along with her not telling her that I could feel someone right behind us. I knew that someone was from the Assassinstion Society and I had my next job. But I waould wait until Lynelle fell asleep and then sneak back in.

We finally got to my apartment and she made herself right at home. I sat on the bed and she was laying on the couch. Then I remembered that I had some fresh milk in the fridge. "Do you want some milk?" I asked seeing as how I had 13 bottles in there.

"Sure. I'll take a bottle." She said. Knowing that I was right in front of her. But I got up off the bed and went to the fridge still sensing that someone was not to far away. I gave her a bottle and I had already opened mine up.

She smiled at me sgsin. I was getting so used to that smile that I would soon need to see it everyday. "I think I'm gonna rest for a bit. You should do the same. It looks like your tired from working at that bar." I said not trying to sound rude.

She nodded in agreement. Then finished her milk and turned on the couch so her back faced me. I could hear her breathing slow. Showing signs that she was falling asleep. I waited about a half hour before leaving. Just to make sure she was asleep. Then I hopped out of the window onto the roof.

Little did I know it was going to be my least favorite person up there. And he is no one of those guys that acts like a complete jackass around girls. He just thinks that every girl is gonna fall in love with him when they see him. And so far that hasn't happened. But I went up there anyway and saw him waiting for me.

"Here's you next assignment, No. XIII." He said as he smirked.