A great mind shall never forget their ideas… so I shall hurry up and write it down so I shall never forget! This is the perfect story! And it is a story with stories inside! See… I have stories that should be put in this story. You'll see. They all have something to do with this story. I'm sorry if it's so bad though... I'm not so great at assassin stories... or detective stories...
Summary: As for this story, Li Shoalan (who disguises himself as a regular Tokyo boy: Motoko Kumai) is a detective who is searching for the deadly, sneaky assassin which is really his classmate Sakura Kinomoto, and the girl he falls in love with. Both blind to each other's true identities, and from love, they continue their jobs for avengement: one for his father and to save his family, the other for her parents and loved ones. Meanwhile, Tomoyo (the neatest assassin ever and like a sister to Sakura) is hunting down the richest people on earth, including millionaire Eriol. But every time she encounters him, she swoons at his smooth attitude and can't seem to pick up her knife. Could she be in love? Last, but not least, Meiling. The last assassin in this story, and the assassin for the Li family. She's stuck in Hong Kong, thinking about helping her love find the deadly hawk, but soon she sneaks out and is off to Japan. This story is all about revenge, hatred, the past, and broken love.
Don't forget about the story at the end! It will give you more info about each character and their reasons behind their doings.
PROLOUGE: LIMA BEANS
Blackness paints through the sky; stars hang far and yet so clear and bright. The daylight has sunken into the glass scope, swallowed whole. There's a twitter of sleeping birds, and the silent brush of the trees. Houses and apartments stock up in cities and suburbs, and cars drive fast between the yellow lines, dashed and bold. A light flickers off, a light flickers on. Little toddlers arefrightened and alert for murky monsters in their closets, or under their beds, or ready to flee from the swishing, toilet monster, call for their mothers and fathers to make sure the monsters aren't there. Yes, Japan is peaceful, Japan is quiet, and the wind is swift and silent. And so are assassins. So are they. They are swift and silent like the wind, ready to tear a piece of the peaceful, and quiet, and safe Japan. Because they're here to kill. Whether or not they seem nice and reasonable, they do have their reasons behind their black mask. Oh yes, they do. And here comes one, swiftly jumping off roofs, and still quiet as the air. A lady has turned off her light. She delicately slips into her bed with no fear of death. But how soon it will come, how near her dear death is, she has no idea. Because, here it comes, silent, swift, and ready. That's what a real assassin is. The cloaked assassin creeps down into the chimney with ease, repelling ash and dust, the assassin enters the family room cleanly. Another assassin comes in through a carelessly, open window. They see each other; they nod. No words, they've said them all. One of them crawls out a different window; the other goes through the door. They lady stirs, the assassin stops dead. She nods back into a deep sleep. The assassin reveals a needle in one of her black folds of the suit. She steps closer to the bed, and closer, until she could lean down and touch the old lady. The assassin thrusts the needle into the lady's hand, takes it out. No blood on it at all. But now the lady is dead. And no one will know why. The window opens. The assassin who had gone through the window makes a gesture to show that they must leave. So they both crawl out and leave, leaving a mystery that could only be solved… by a detective. A Li detective.
"Nobody?"
"Nobody. She's the nicest woman ever, and very young too, but she was never really rich."
The young Li detective stroked his chin, "Oh really. Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm sure." The man nodded.
The detective bent over to look all over her, "No sickness."
"At least no sign that she was going to die."
His eyes came across her left hand. He picked up the hand to gaze at it.
Needle.
Only a poisoned needle could have done that. But only one assassin could ever be so neat.
He stood up, "This murder was too neat, and there's only one person who could ever be so neat." He turned to the man.
"The neatest assassin ever." His voice was firm; he wasn't joking.
But the man burst out with peals of laughter, as if he had told a joke. Even though this detective was truly serious, not a bit of humor. You could search him up and down, none.
"Neatest… assassin… ever." He could barely say, "You're… the… funniest… man… ah ha! Alive! Ah ha!" He couldn't stop.
"I'm not joking." His jaw as firm as ever.
"Oh, please, and besides. How could a seventeen-year-old be a detective?"
"I'm from the famous Li clan, full of famous detectives and assassins, well trained. I've studied for eleven years. I am a Li detective if you are forgetting."
He scoffed, "Yeah right, I payed twenty bucks to know this?"
The young detective walked away, "It could have been two hundred."
The man frowned. This detective was walking away from this case, he could never be a true Li detective, a fraud he was.
But then the detective suddenly turned around, "This lady must have been rich. For there isn't a neater assassin who could have done this, and this neat assassin is definitely after all the richest people alive. You could check her bank, account, the ground, anything. The money is somewhere, and that assassin is after it. And that assassin is after all of that kind of stuff. Money. Richness. Don't forget that. If I were rich, I'd be hiding away and keeping myself locked up." He briskly walked away without another word. And the other man stood astounded, like he had been made of stone. But soon the word was out:
"Beware rich fellows. Someone's after yer money."
This is a pro. So what's the use of a story in a story in this chapter? I'll tell you a very short story. It's all weird and stuff, because I was hungry for lima beans that day. He he. Its about a lima bean, no, its about a gum that tastes like lima beans. And lima bean pins.
LIMA BEANS
Somewhere in Texas, somewhere in Texas, there's this hut. I know, absurd. No one's got a stinkin hut in Texas. But there was this one guy who lived in this stinkin hut in Texas. And he never liked it. See, he liked to eat lima beans. And, no one in Texas ate lima beans, so he had to grow 'em himself. But this one day, the lima beans started to grow faster, 'em lima beans, he can't eat 'em all. So that one guy had to get rid of em. So he bought a bunch of pins and made lima bean pins. That's right, lima bean pins. And he sold 'em. And in Texas, who ever heard of lima bean pins? And in America, who ever heard of lima bean pins? And in the world, who ever heard of lima bean pins? So these people began to feel weird 'bout 'em. But they got interested 'bout em. So they bought 'em, these lima bean pins. And it was like, the whole world's fashion to be wearing 'em lima bean pins. But, ye know, 'em fashions never live so long. So people get tired of 'em lima bean pins. But ye see, 'em lima beans ain't quittin' to grow. Yep. They're a growing and growing, too much for him to eat again. So he wants to sell 'em lima beans, but no one like to buy boring lima beans. So, with all his richness, he bought a gum factory. Yep, that's right, a gum factory. And he made 'em gum to taste like lima beans by usin' 'em lima beans to mash 'em with those gum sticks. So he sold gum, that tasted like 'em lima beans. And ye know what? People bought 'em! Just like those original lima bean pins. People bought 'em. Because, what the heck! Who ever heard of gum that tasted like lima beans? And so, that's what happened. And that one guy lived forever in that hut and died in there with 'em lima beans. And he was so happy to know that he loved lima beans, and lima beans loved him. And so, that's the end of this one story that's in a story. And what does this have to do with this story? Everything. You'll see. Everything.
