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SERIOUSLY, DON'T IGNORE ME:
Soooooo... I'm sorry.
Yeah, I completely forgot about this story, I know. Well, good news, it's back! I'm kind of rewriting it from zero (mostly because this one makes me cringe to death), with a good couple of changes. Well, if you are interested, you are welcome to check it out. I made it on another account, WaruWaru, and it's called 'Not Your Usual Coffee Addict'
Hi dear readers!
Okay this is my second fic and first KHR fanfic, and I'm going to finish this one! I promise I won't leave it without even posting the second chappy… I PROMISE!
Now… BEL, DO THE DISCLAIMER!
Bel: Ushi-shi-shi~, that is a peasant job, peasant.
Me: I don't care, just do it.
Bel: *Takes out knives* do you have a death wish peasant author?
Me: … *sigh* all right, don't do it… instead read this paper.*passes paper*
Bel: 'Mistyque-World-Master-chan doesn't own KHR'… *takes out knives* Kaching!
Me:*runs away* PRAY FOR MY SAFETY!
Bel:*Follows*
Prologue
He drunkenly staggered out of the bar, almost tripping over his own feet. He then turned to read his watch, doing his best to read it with the faint light coming from the bar. 'still two a.m', He thought, turning his gaze upwards to see the dark way back to his small apartment, and then proceeded to start wobbling to his home.
Meanwhile, to pass the time in his way back, he did what he liked to do best when drunk and alone: make a short summary of his life.
'My name is Mauricio, I'm the bastard of a mafia boss and my mother is a whore. What a fun childhood I had. Everyone laughed at me and the older boys bullied me. I didn't finish middle school, but instead trained and joined the mafia. My boss didn't pay me enough so I proceeded to hack bank accounts. So fun. After a while I started to steal money from mafia families and throw them into bankrupt. Even more fun. Now I'm pretty sure I have a thousand assassins behind my life. So now I decided to enjoy the little time of life I have left as much as I can. Hahahahaha-'
His train of thought was stopped when he heard a sound coming from the side. He clumsily whipped out his guns and turned around, his head starting to spin as he did so. 'cursed alcohol', he looked into the dark alley before him. In it was the silhouette of a woman-around fifteen years-standing still, staring back at him.
He smirked and put his guns back to their holsters, staggering forward, already evil thoughts clouding his mind. "Hey baby", he managed, his voice raspy. He cleared his throat. "What is a little girl like you doing out so late?"
No answer.
"You don't need to tell me", he paused before continuing, "I have an idea. Why don't you come to my house with me?" He was closer to the girl, a good five meters in between them, but not enough to see her properly in the dark alley.
"Mauricio Velazquez" the girl said, her voice was cold and feeling less, low like the murmur of the wind, but he heard it perfectly.
His eyes widening in terror, he stepped back and slowly reached for his gun, trembling as he did so. "How do you know my name!" he demanded.
No answer.
He pulled his gun out, but before he could aim, many pointy things were embedded in his hand. He winced and retracted his hand, dropping his gun as he did so. He quickly pulled his other gun, but again, before he could aim, he heard a snarl beside him and the same pain was shot through his hand.
He dropped his gun, and fell onto his butt. He frantically searched the ground for his weapons, but they were nowhere in sight.
He was disarmed.
*gun click* he slowly moved his gaze upwards, to find the same girl from earlier pointing something towards him.
"die"
BOOM
He felt a blinding pain flood his chest as he grabbed it, doing his best not to fall to the floor. He looked back at the girl, who was staring at him. A light breeze filled the alley and her hair, that he realized was very long, swayed a little. Afterwards, when the breeze stopped, to pairs of bright golden eyes appeared beside her. Then he discovered the identity of his assassin.
The person before him was the most feared female assassin of the mafia world.
'Sienna'
The Vindice Princess.
'Vindice'
He then fell headfirst to the floor, and everything went black.
He was dead.
Me:*pant. Looks around* I think I lost him… Well! Did you liked my prologue? I'm sorry for any grammatical fault, for I fear English is not my native language.
Bel: Ushi-shi-shi~ I found you!
Me: shit… *runs away* PLEASE LEAVE A REVIEW, AND WISH ME LUCK!