SUMMARY
"Ranka took in an orphan and trained her to kill. A new assignment is given to her at the age of seventeen. She will meet Kyouya, but for what reason? Rated M for adult implications, just in case. "
Disclaimer :I do not own Ouran High School Host Club. I do believe I own my OC.
This has been reformatted and updated. :3
Turn of Events
"Key, Sensei has called you." A punctual thirteen year old member stated as she reached over the back of the leather chair. Her neat, high ponytail, cascaded over her left shoulder and skimmed another girl's right ear.
"Un," the grey eyed 5' 5" young lady responded while she glanced over her shoulder— breaking her focus from the two plasma screens that filtered client information. Standing abruptly, she grabbed her knife pack. Her pointer finger raised her thick rimmed glasses into the correct position. 'Another job assignment' she contemplated irritatedly. The dark grey uniform skirt swayed behind her, in parallel, her dark hair neatly brushed her upper back as she made her way past the informant and into a glass office.
"Hai, Ranka Sensei," she sternly announced.
The male—or female-looking—instructor beamed upon her arrival. "Ah. My dear Keyara! Listen to Mommy, your assignment is something I am sure you have never thought of, since my little daughter is an assassin after all—" He bounded from his office chair and leaped over his desk to embrace the girl. "You're just so beautifully natural and talented with your beautiful chestnut hair and rimmed glasses -"
As solid as a pillar, the girl grumbled in annoyance. "Ryoji you are rambling, again."
"Ah. Well my dear," He backed away and returned to his perch. "I am sending you off on a very different job."
Impatiently, Keyara stood straighter, legs shoulder width apart and hands behind her back.
"Therefore, there is a car ready to take you to the airport. You are being sent to America to meet an acquaintance. You will not need your knife pack right now." Ranka explained more seriously, " Don't worry he speaks Japanese and I know you are capable of communicating in multiple languages fluently." Sensei paused.
Keyara listened intently. Most of her jobs required prepping and information, but Ranka never supplied her with the information. She was generally required to research on her own; thus, the assignment was out of the norm. Even without Ranka saying so.
"No murder this time...and your classes here, at our school, are to be postponed for you..." his statement softened as his eyes became mesmerized by the gleaming dagger on the edge of his desk.
Keyara's eye twitched at the word 'murder'. Assassination was not her favorite subject, but it was an improvement compared to being a slave to a man she hated.
Ranka looked up to refocus his attention to the matter at hand, exclaiming, "You'll meet his youngest son, who is believed to be the heir of the company- even though the older siblings have portions of it already. This will be a wonderful asset, and an employer! It will insure that you, out of my five female assassins, were handpicked just for this occasion. You will figure out the true assignment upon your arrival in America. Your few things have been packed. Leave the weapons here; they would not be simply welcomed in the airport."
Perplexed, she rebuked, "Sensei, you only have female trainees and students."
"Exactly!" he clapped his hands together, "You are just the best representative of my great feminine training you girls hate. But you are wonderfully beautiful thanks to me." He gesticulated towards himself by gracefully touching his fingertips to his chest. "Now go! The carriage awaits you," commanded Ranka, with a flick of his wrist and an elegant flip of his auburn locks. Keyara's comment was once again ignored.
With a nod, she turned on her heel, walked out of the dark conference room and into the grey corridor. Keyara thought to herself, 'it's not like I'm Cinderella or a princess. Why my boss, a cross dresser- no less - is sending me abroad.'
A/N: Arigatou for reading. :3 I welcome reviews and criticism. My first fanfic, by the way, this chapter is not my favorite. Love Nano1012