Yoru, a demon assassin for hire, hates working for organizations. Probably because she hates following other people's orders. That is why she not only works alone but makes up her own rules. But, on a mission sent to her via text message from her more frequent employer, she runs into members of the organization called the True Cross Order. The accidental run in with those people turned her life a little bit upside down.

(please pardon the horrible summary)

Fighting and chasing. Those two things seem to be filling up my life right now. Not that I really care though, it comes with the job. Being a demon assassin involved lots of both, but there is a bit more chasing than fighting. Most of the demons I'm asked to kill are small fry and run away as soon as I begin my approach. Even the tougher ones that don't run away aren't that hard to kill. When I'm bored I often wonder if all demons are that pathetic or if I'm just that awesome. The former is more probable, since I am not awesome in the least.

Anyway, today is a mission day. A few hours ago I got a text message from a friend (who was my most frequent employer) that there was a demon hiding in plain sight in a corporation for no good reason. He offered the same deal as usual: $900 if I sneak in and kill the bastard unnoticed or $500 if I am. He also gave me the location, a picture of my target, and a horribly corny joke that I couldn't help but smile at.

Right now, however, I'm standing on the high-rise building next to the one my target is in and I have had him in my sight for quite some time. Simply waiting for the right moment to slip inside. And now was that time. I leaped across the gap between the two buildings and landed gracefully on the roof. From there I picked the roof door's lock and went directly to the floor where my target was with incredible easy. Then I found my target. He was in a walk way with cubicles on one side and windows on another, staring right at me. His eyes wide with shock.

"Who ar-" He began to shout before I covered his mouth, pinned him to the floor, and slit his throat. I sighed inwardly, that was way too easy and boring. I stood and turned on my heel to be greeted by a security camera.

I sighed out loud this time in annoyance. My employer may dock my pay because of the damn thing, but I guess it was my fault for being careless. I was thankful that I was always wearing my black ceramic mask on these missions, or else little mistakes like this would get me arrested.

As I mused I also began to turn back towards my victim and I gazed passed his corpse only to see the on thing I dreaded. Another person. A boy, more specifically. And he wasn't an innocent bystander, no this guy had a gun and a lot of bullets.

I studied him closely, sizing him up, calculating, deciding whether attacking or fleeing was the best option. From his appearance he had to be at least 14. He had short, black hair, and wore glasses. His build told me that he was more of a long distance fighter and would not do well in hand-to-hand combat. Then I let my eyes focus more on his clothing and thus my eyes fell upon a pin on his black jacket. It was slightly heart shaped with red and blue squares.

Just like the ones the exorcists wear. I thought with a grunt of irritation. I then let myself refocus on the whole of his body. It was apparent that he had raised the gun, aimed to kill.

"What are you doing here No-Face?" he asked in tone that said he was as irked as I was at this little run in.

I couldn't help but snicker. He actually called me No-Face. That name was coined by the police to name the nameless assassin that has yet to be caught. But my amicable demeanor didn't last long. For I heard hurried foot steps and voices coming from the far end on the room. The first of the bunch rounded the corner, saw me, the corpse, the dude with glasses, and shouted in a worried tone, "Yukio!"

This was all I needed to see to finally decide: flee, that was the best option, don't get the exorcists involved. So I ran at the window next to me, broke it, and sent myself on a trip down 35 stories to any normal person's doom. But I am no normal person, so I greatly enjoyed the fall. Then, 12 feet before I hit the concrete I spread my small, black wings.

I (probably) didn't do what you expected me to do, which is flap my wings. But that would be unnecessary, since just being out in the open allows me to levitate. So I slowed my fall and landed lightly on the side walk and I began my run away from the building, into the dark of the night.

As I ran, I could hear exorcist the interrupted my stare down with the exorcist with glasses call out the broken window, "The hell was that!"

Shock was visible in his voice, which was another thing that made me snicker. But I let the smirk on my face fall as my phone vibrated. It was my friend/employer, who I was actually quite mad at right now, so I didn't pick up. He was an exorcist himself, one quite high in ranking, so he should of known, no, he should have made the order for them to go there! So I made a mental note to visit him in his office when I get the chance to yell at him.