So guys...my first stroy in English ^_^""

English is not my native language, so there might be errors in here. Feel free to tell me ^^

R&R =)

An Assassin's Story

"Do I have to? "

Annoyed to no end, Cassandra looked at her uncle. He was a tall, blonde man, towering at about 2 meters. She had barely reached 1.70 meters, thus being the smallest in all of her family. Hell, even her younger sister was taller than her.

"You have to. "

He said in a voice that allowed no complaints.

"But I still have to learn for my final exam tomorrow. "

Appalled by such indifference towards her normal life, she completely ignored the fact that her uncle was the boss of the most powerful Mafia crime family in all of northern Europe and that she was just a lowly assassin. It didn't matter that she didn't start working as an assassin for his sake in the first place.

"You should have thought about that before you started as an assassin. "

Her uncle said, looking at and signing some papers.

"Then I want more money for that mission."

Cassandra knew it was brash for her to ask for that. Especially since her uncle let her stay at his manor even though she was already of age.

"Pardon? "

"I know you heard that all too well. I want more money. I'm not one of your personal assassins, so you'll have to pay in order for me to kill people for you."

"Cassandra Janson – "

"Don't give me that sermon about family and shit again, Berwald."

She called her uncle by his first name on purpose. As long as she could remember, she hadn't liked him and by the age of 12 she had vowed to herself to never call him "uncle" ever again.

"Cassandra-"Her uncle started, but she cut him off again.

"This is no family helps family thing. I'm not part of your family and you know that very well. I'm just staying at your place, that's all that connects us aside from some shared DNA. So this is definitely no family thing. This is all business, buddy."

"God, you really want to get your A-levels."

"Do you think I intend to stay with you any longer? The better the degree, the better the jobs. "

And with that she left her uncle, but not without letting the folder with the mission papers drop to the floor first. She was so done with her "family". Ever since the day her father passed away, her uncle had treated her worse than anything else. Just because she was born with the wrong flame type. In her family there was no place for people with the sky attribute. Storm, Thunder, Sun, Cloud, Mist and Rain were acceptable, but Sky? No way! There was no use in someone who accepted everybody else.

Sulkily, Cassandra let herself drop into her chair. Time to learn some more Algebra, in order to get away from that hell of a family.

She awoke to the ringing of her phone. It was well past midnight and Cassandra wondered who would call her at such an ungodly hour.

"Cassey speaking."She mumbled into the phone, barely awake.

"Did I wake you up? "All of a sudden Cassandra was wide awake.

"Xanxus!"She sat up with a jolt.

"I just wanted to make sure you went to bed on time."

"Calling me in the middle of the night is a kinda strange way of doing so."She stood up from her desk and wandered over to her bed.

"You don't sound like you're in bed, Cassey."

"I'm on my way to bed. How do you know how I sound when I'm in my bed?"She changed into her sleeping shirt.

In fact it was a white dress shirt she had "accidentally" put into her bag, last time she visited Xanxus.

"I just know. By the way, do you know where one of my shirts has gone? I'm missing one lately."Damn it. Cassandra knew he was just acting innocent.

Her silence was all the evidence he needed.

"So you took it with you. Bet your wearing it right now."She could practically hear him smirk over the phone.

"Am not!"Cassandra tried hard not to blush, but failed miserably.

"Are so."

"Am not."

"Whatever. You should go to sleep now. I'll call again tomorrow."

"All right."

"Rest well and good luck for your exam. "

"Same for you...well, except for the exam stuff."

She heard him laugh and couldn't help but smile, as she slid under the covers, the telephone still clutched in her hand.

"And remember, just 2 more weeks, until I pick you up."

And with that he hung up.

"Yeah, just two more weeks. "She thought, as she drifted off to sleep.