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Rose Hunter

Yuki was used to the dark; he had spent most of his life in it. As an assassin for hire the dark had always served as a trusty ally, it provided great camouflage and protection, hiding him from view of the rest of the world.

He stood in a pitch black alley; eyes closed listening for the tell–tale sign of approach. It did not take long to hear the patter of feet drawing ever closer. It was time for him to begin the hunt. From his hiding spot in the alley he watched as a well dressed man, probably in his 30s, walked by. His steps were clumsy and slow. Clearly he had been drinking, but that only made the job easier.

From the inside pocket of his jacket he pulled out a black revolver. It was the newest item on the black market, few could afford one, but in his profession he knew the right people to talk to in order to get what he needed. Of course a little threat here or there didn't hurt either. The revolver could shoot a total of 8 bullets, but he never had to shoot more then one, he never missed his target. Knowing the sound of the gun being cocked would cause the man to turn, he did it as loudly as possible, and as expected, the man turned around and fully revealed the symbol that proved he was indeed the intended target.

In his right breast pocket sat a bright red rose. Yuki always requested that his clients make sure that the target they wanted him to kill was wearing a red rose. This was just a precaution on his part, it was a way for him to be absolutely positive that was the person the clients wanted him to get rid of.

Frightened by the sound, the man looked around wildly, clearly he knew what cocking a gun sounded like, then turned back around and started to run; it was useless, Yuki already had him in his sights and he never missed. A shot rang out into the night and the man collapsed, dead, onto the ground.

The minute the man hit the pavement Yuki was gone, running through the back alleys and hiding in the darkest shadows. The police would never catch him. He knew the area like the back of his hand, he had spent days studying maps of the area and knew every nook and cranny of these alleys. By the time they showed up to investigate the crime he would be long gone from the area. All that was left to do now was pick up his payment from the client and be on his way.

Yuki sat in a corner booth in the very back of the restaurant. He didn't like sitting where every one could see him, he felt too exposed. He was wearing a skin tight black outfit with a blue collar and a sandy brown wig that hid his midnight black hair. He sat quietly sipping tea from a small white cup. He was supposed to meet with a new client today, but it appeared as though he or she was a no show. He had been waiting there for over an hour after the scheduled time. Sighing in frustration he started to get up to leave.

How dare they make me get up at an ungodly hour, and then have the nerve to stand me up! Now I have to walk all the way back across town to my room and the sun is up in full blast! Yuki didn't like sunlight, it gave him horrible headaches. He was already starting to feel one building in the back of his head. He was so used to spending his awake hours in the dark; his body didn't tolerate the sun so well.

"I'm going to go sleep this off like a bad hangover," he mumbled to himself.

He was pulled out of his brooding by the sound of bells banging against the door. He looked up to see two large men walk through the front door and look around the room searching for any possible threats. It wasn't hard to tell they were body guards.

This is going to be interesting, thought Yuki. Not many people can afford body guards. Once the men spotted him, they quickly started walking in his direction. It wasn't until they were at his table that he actually got to see the client he would be working for. He wore business like attire, suit, tie, the works, but he also wore a mask that hid most of his face from view.

"You'll have to forgive my appearance, but I'm the kind of man who can't take chances with his identity, especially in a situation like this."

"So long as your money is good, you could come to me wearing a clown suit and I wouldn't care," shrugged Yuki.

"Oh I can assure you my money is real and if you can successfully take out the man I want you to kill, you will have more money then you can deal with."

This peaked Yuki's interest immensely. He couldn't help raising an eyebrow when he stated "If you're willing to pay so much money to have this guy gone, he must be a real thorn in your side, not to mention dangerous. I highly doubt I'm the first person you've hired to take this guy out, though I can't imagine why."

The masked man cleared his throat nervously, "Well, no, you aren't the first person we've hired to take this guy out. We've hired a few before you, but none of them ever came back…alive. This man is a very dangerous enemy of our "group" and we want him gone at all costs."

Yuki was about to ask more questions about this "group" the man worked for, but before he could the masked man suddenly stood up and handed him some papers and a photo.

"I'm sorry to leave you so abruptly but I must be going. It's would be dangerous for us to be seen talking together. The man has incredible resources."

"Hold on a minute sir. I believe you know of my policy that you have to be sure the man I'm to take out is wearing a red rose somewhere on his person."

The man chuckled, "Oh you don't have to worry about that, this man is always wearing roses. Good day to you sir, and good luck with your hunting. Once we receive word of your successful kill, we will contact you about your payment."

Yuki stood respectfully and shook hands with the man. Once he and his body guards had left, Yuki looked at a photo of the man. He had red hair, white eyes, and was wearing a very elegant French outfit and adorned in his right breast pocket was a dark red rose. The man was smiling friendly in the photo, but something about him screamed dangerous. Yuki smiled, this is going to be fun. It's been a long time since I had a challenging hunt.

Right above the photo was one name. Kamijo.