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Rated T for Mild Nudity, Strong Language and Implications of sex.


"Gotta get out...must leave...closing..." the voice murmured deep in her mind. Flashes of men dressed in white coming towards her grabbing her and dragging her, blood dripping down the hall, bloody footprints tracing a path that was traveled on so very often. Purple eyes were wide with fright, it was finally her fifteenth birthday and she had been assigned to this place, to guard.

She has been many places around Europe and most of the bases were open, Fong had arranged that for her long ago. Now she was in an underground base nothing but walls and barriers to block out the sunlight, memories of dread flooded through her, Erebus' white eyes, James sapphire blue looking soulless and lack luster; she had deserted both of those boys. They were older than her at the time but now...they were dead.

They had died when they were found attacking their saviors in their blind mindless fear. Risa was different; she was a very successful experiment, they would do anything to keep her here with whatever family she had been entrusted too before the experiments even started. Quick breaths, running, the loud echo of explosions ringing in her ears the cries and the screams. Blood, she could smell it in the air, she hadn't killed anybody she stopped herself from doing that before it was too late.

She could hear them now, chasing her footsteps, she rounded a corner quickly her gaze still wild and wet with the stinging tears that had escaped her earlier. The young girl didn't notice it herself but the was crying as she ran, fear was stuck on her face making her gaze wide eyed and shocked. Risa continued to run; she must have ran twenty miles by now through the never ending hallways. Her legs were starting to hurt, the burning ache had already ran up to her thighs and made her feel the worst pain imaginable at the current moment.

Finally light spread out at an entrance and she burst through landing in sand and mud, her dark ebony twin tails getting dirty and caked with grains of sand and grit. She stood up quickly ignoring her messy state and running off towards where she knew the piers would be at, the boats would be her salvation. She needed to leave, as well as go into hiding.

Finally her legs started to give out as she approached the large boating area, the sand turned into wood and she soon found herself running across the wooden boardwalk. Feet slipping out from under her, she flipped and rolled panting and fighting for what air her lungs were trying to squeeze in; she crawled on her stomach. Fingers digging into the soft bloated wood of the docks, constantly washed by the ocean and moistened, grip easily making her capable to move along on her stomach.

She dragged herself across the wood, the rough wood scraping against her bare legs; she stopped momentarily listening for footsteps. The sound of muttered curses under their breath, the growls of annoyance in Italian as she assumed they were dragging their bodies through the sands. Risa was a smaller female, her lean and fit body lighter than a feather to her was able to flit across the sands. Though the consequence seemed to be the current pain in her legs. Giving up stamina for speed was a fairly bad idea on her part.

She got up after a few moments her legs threatening to give out once again as the painful feeling of blood rushing through her legs pulled her into the reality of the current situation. Moving in a rushed hobble, keeping quiet as she went while somehow keeping her footsteps soundless and graceful. The tired girl stopped to lean against a large metal shipping box. The writing on the box drew her attention and she would glance up momentarily and she would read out that the box was merely storage, not going anywhere for awhile. That was perfect for a hiding place for now.

Slowly stepping in to the metal contraption, closing her eyes and pretending it was an open space, her senses opened up to the smells and sounds that she didn't want to be in the most. Tapping her foot lightly against the metal for an idea of how the box looked on the inside, a rush of burn went up her leg from the simple movement causing her to wince and stagger.

Attempting to ignore it to the best of her ability as she focused on the sound, getting a mental map as the different echos started to hit her ears at different times. She moved slowly, avoiding the obstacles in her way and barely missing the corner of a few large boxes. Hand touch the last large box at the end, she would finally settle in the back of the large metal storage crate and rested her back against the cool steel. The caressing of cold ripping away the red hot feeling under her skin, her shirt barely protecting her toned skin.

Her legs lay against the cold ground, her fingers travelling down the length of her leg, stopping at her ankle. The feeling of the cold skin under her fingers, the raised skin from being freeze burned with a brand mark laid there, always a few degrees cooler than the rest of her body. Mouth twitched down into a frown as the gently burn throbbed in her legs.

Leaning back once again and folding her hands across her stomach, she would listen to the outside world. Heavy footsteps running around on the food, taking away the loud harsh thumps and turning them into the softer footsteps. Masculine yells of "find her" echoed around her, but none of them were actually checking the storage containers, her's remained open to the night air leaving her hidden in perpetual darkness. She wasn't able to see anyways, her eyes needed to stay closed.

Without her notice she ended up passing out, her dark hair spilling over her shoulders, the anxiety and fear had drained her not to mention how much she ran. The emotional turmoil had made her exhausted to the point she had killed all of her lasting stamina, she didn't even feel the crate move, or even notice the crate close.

She woke up to a green and black gun barrel pointed to her forehead, "Ah..." she mumbled half asleep, "Stowing away?" a childish voice demanded, "Fong?" she wondered out loud blinking, her eyes hazy and blurred from the deep sleep she was in. She continued to open and close her eyes, bright light was shining into the large metal box now.

A silhouette stood against it staring, small in stature while still holding a gun to her forehead, she already had an idea of what it was. The person was definitely the size of a two year old, "Risa Lacole of the Giglio Nero, the sole survivor of the 'Divided Children Experiment'." the young voice muttered before she felt the barrel of the gun move away from her forehead. A shining light morphed into something she couldn't see, but she knew it wasn't the gun anymore.

Body protesting as she would slowly lean forward, the snap and pops of her spine echoing into the back of her mind. Eyes glancing around lazily as she absorbed her surroundings and started to regret it. Eyes snapping shut as she would feel fear lance through her, it would then disappear as she would banish the thought of where she was.

Turning her head towards the source of footsteps she would follow the little baby out, "Knowing about me...that means you have had contact with someone." she speculated as she would almost slip at exiting the crate. She was being a little too trusting of the child, but she knew if it was an Arcobaleno she might have to fight, she wouldn't have a chance.

Eyes opened as crisp sea air washed over her, the sound of waves and the feeling of rocking becoming recognizable. Her eyes opened slowly to view the deck of a nice cruise ship. Blinking a couple of times and looking around in confusion, the sea was calm and serene as it tended to be, the horizon showing beautiful shades of blue. Rubbing her eyes as she would feel the heat of the sun on her skin sapping away the cool feel her skin had gained by being locked up in a cold box for so long.

The baby had disappeared almost immediately, purple eyes spotted a tall male with white hair approaching her. Dressed in a smart suit and looking sharp he would easily escort her along the side of the ship and into a room. She eyed him wearily as her mind started to reel with questions. Teeth clenching as she became weary about being in the room with the man. He indicated some clothing and the bathroom and she would look at him with a weary gaze.

Leaving her be and heading out of the room she was left to, she would glance around, searching for anything suspicious. Nothing of the sort appeared. Closing her eyes and opening her senses up, she would listen, breath and just feel. The smell of sea salt was strong, the floral scents of shampoo and bath soaps stimulated her sense of smell and made her focus more on smells that didn't belong. Nothing mechanical popped out, the only sound of mechanics of any kind were far above her where the ship was being steered.

No cameras. No bugs, the sound of static was absent around the ship entirely, they weren't watching her; why? Risa was good at what she did, and escape or suicide would be something she was trained to do were she ever to be caught like now, but they let her be. That means either the Arcobaleno is a benefactor, much like her master, who only wants to help or someone who is seeking repayment for their kindness. Instinct told her the latter was more likely.

Eyes opening as she would search through the clothes, sniffing them for anything that might kill her if she didn't, you would be surprised what assassin's come up with when it comes to creative killing. Moving fluently towards where she had smelled the soaps from earlier she would make her way to the bathroom and breath in the scents of the things around. Taking her time to check for any odd smells from anything she might use, she would find everything to be safe.

Aching, she was aching the entire time, but she really didn't mind it, but now when she finally relaxed all the tension in her muscles, it felt like every fiber in her being was trying to kill her now rather than the third party she had imagined. Bending over the whole of the bath she would easily twist the knob to turn it on. Fingers tested the water for it's warmth and would soon find her body betraying her; the want for the warmth of the bath became a need.

Standing up to her full height of five foot four inches, her failure to grow into the tall woman she wanted to be was a side effect from the drugs, smaller compact body was apparently better than being tall. Long legs, thick with lean muscle, long and well shaped through altered growth due to the experiments performed to make her what she was today. Nimble fingers dragged thin cloth down her marred and muddied legs, the cloth easily dragging some of the dirt away and smearing the rest.

The soft rustle of cloth hitting the ground caused her to even look down, bright purple hues stared down at her small form. A montage of dark spots ran along her hip bones, stretched out to look similar to that of small stripes drawn out across her skin. Touching them gently and tracing along them she would sigh and slip off her panties, throwing them into the pile as well. Pulling her shirt over her head was painful to say the least, arms stretching as she bunched her shirt up and pulled it over her shoulders. Small sloping shoulders and neck becoming visible after she removed her large over sized sweater.

It dropped to the ground and left her with a tank top and the thin bandages wrapped around her breasts. Shrugging the tank top off and soon feeling her hair, fingers trailing through it as she dragged the knots out. Grimy and oily, it felt terrible, even she felt a bit disgusted by the state of her hair. Her skin was marred with dirt and grime she would finally notice, she was terribly dirty. Disgusted with her state of hygiene she would pull her hair out of the twin tails that trailed down her back, the shorter hair that turned into a bob cut when she tied the longer strands back blended in easily making it hard to tell that she even had shorter hair.

Locating the start of her bandages she would pry them off rather easily and feel the stinging sensation of moving too fast, but for once, she didn't care, she felt absolutely disgusting and the pain was worth it if she got to clean herself faster. Turning her attention to the bath she would ease herself into it and sit down. Water tumbled over her legs and she would take the available rag and wipe her legs down. Clear water ran dark with dirt and grime, she rinsed herself off fully as she would wash her face, each movement burning more and more as she would feel even worse. When the water ran clear and she wrung out the rag she would let the tub fill up around her neck.

Ducking down into the water she would start the first rinse of her hair and come back up, lathering it up only moments later with shampoo and then laying back against the tub. Body burning inside and out now, the tension ebbing away as she felt nothing but pleasure penetrating deep within the folds of her muscles. Leaning back as she would feel better after a few minutes of soaking, her mind would wander to the issue at hand. Why was she here?

Closing her eyes she would think for a long moment, she had been running from those people...the ones she was trying to kill, but she had freaked out at the last moment and ended up jeopardizing her own life and mission. Her employer would be out to kill her she was sure, so laying low would be the best option. Now she was in debt to the Arcobaleno, which one? She did not know.

Opening her eyes as she stared at the ceiling, she knew she was in a better situation now as compared to before, to be in debt to something that generally wouldn't need her wasn't all too bad. Looking down into the water as she eyed her wavering reflection, the next question that came to mind was how he even knew about her. Risa's origin was fairly confidential, being part of a large disgrace of a family and being the product wasn't known by anyone other then those involved.

Grunting in annoyance as she soon found herself agitated, she still didn't know who her "savior" was. Ducking underwater and rinsing her hair, she would start to drain the water and then rub conditioner in. Finding herself glaring at the bathtub after a few minutes she would realize she was being fairly flippant with her emotions. Grumbling in disgust at how childish she was being by getting upset, sad, tired, happy and then back to upset, "I'm eighteen...I'm too old for these childish reactions..." she reprimanded herself quietly as she would try to drag her tired mind under control.

Draining the bathtub after she rinsed her hair out, running her fingers through it as she stood dripping wet in the bathroom, her body clean and herself feeling refreshed. She wanted to sleep and yearned for it fairly desperately, but answers to her questions were more important than anything at this current moment. Toweling herself off and making sure she was dry and had her hair at least remotely dry.

She walked over to the bed pulling on the clothes provided for her fairly quickly and pulling her hair back into the two twin tails that made up her normal look. The white dress was a perfect fit, hugging her curves and pulling her chest back for a snug fit. The sound of knocking on the door caused her to turn and look to it, "I'm decent." she mumbled in fluent Italian, "Miss Lacole, Reborn is waiting for you on the deck. He requests you join him immediately." the raspy voice sounded through the door before the sound of footsteps echoed away from her.

Grimacing as she would look to the slippers provided for her, she would pull them on and smooth the flow of the dress over her legs, the dress cut off at her knees and hid most of her body, giving her an appropriate look. She looked fairly nice in the clothing, no one could say that it didn't suit her, whether she looked pretty in it or not was up to the one who looked at her.

Taking her time with moving as her relaxed form would wallow in the pleasure of not being in pain. Free flowing and feeling like she was on cloud nine, the softness of the dress becoming more noticeable after a moment, she was enjoying it a little too much. She paused when she breathed in, the smell of food was wafting all around her now, it smelled delicious. Licking her lips as the scent of shrimp dominated her nose, the sound of her stomach erupted loudly and instinctively forced her forward to where the scent was located.

A child sat at a table for two, a plate of shrimp pesto and pasta set in front of him as he looked up at her, eyes large and innocent like a child's would be, but even she knew that it was merely a facade of the intelligence hidden behind the dark hues. A smile was on his face as he gestured to the set plate opposite of him, she walked to the table slowly, breathing the scent of food in as she would focus solely on breaking down all the ingredients for anything poisonous. Nothing of the sort. Was he trying to put her into a false sense of security?

Taking a seat and staring at the plate waiting for something to happen, "Please, eat." he offered his consent for the food and she glared at him with suspicion. Looking down at the food she would slowly pick up her fork and she immediately moved her head to the right, a small needle jutted out the wall behind her. Reborn seemed pleased by such an action.

"What is your goal with doing that exactly? Luring me, or rather attempting to lure me into a false state of security?" she questioned her tone light as she lifted the fork fully and started to twist some of the pasta onto her utensil.

"Rumors tend to be hard to trust." he stated with ease as he would start to eat, "As for the question I'm sure you are wondering about, I know about you through Fong. He didn't tell me your title or anything, I found out everything else on my own." he gave a small innocent smile.

Looking unconvinced she would click her tongue, "Why save me? Are you expecting me to return the favor or something?" she questioned after finishing a mouthful of food. Her stomach welcomed the sustenance and greedily growled demanding more.

Reborn just smiled at her, she hated that but she managed to keep it from appearing on her face as she would spear a shrimp and eat it. The taste infatuated her as she would start to eat a little more vigorously. Though as Reborn watched her she got the feeling that he was going to say something she wasn't going to like, "Let me guess. You need me for something." she stated finally before she would eat another piece of shrimp.

"Yes." he nodded looking appreciative almost, "I want you to assist me in anyway possible. Before I give you details though I want your full commitment. No matter what you are asked to do, you will do it." he stated his baby face dropping to reveal his true age.

Risa didn't even glance up, "No. I refuse." she'd state simply.

"You realize you aren't in much of a situation to do that."

"I do, but I refuse to accept such terms without more knowledge. I am not ignorant Reborn." she'd call him what the butler had, deciding she could ask more questions at some other time. He was an Arcobaleno by the name of Reborn, and he needed her alive, that was all that mattered currently.

"It's simply assisting me in some tutoring. Nothing more. Though it may require you to do things you may not like." he informed her a little more though he looked like he wasn't going to go into any further detail.

"..." she was quiet as she would munch on her food a little more thinking it over. Risa did not want to be hunted, she could survive of course, but going into hiding would be a pain in the ass. Working for this Arcobaleno however could prove to be a pain in the ass as well seeing as she didn't know what she would be in for. Though he seemed to be confident in her skill with handling herself, otherwise he wouldn't have bothered with her correct?

Looking up at him she would stare, "You didn't find me on purpose...I feel as if you planned this." she'd state, "Whether you did or didn't however...it doesn't change the current situation. Either way I either do something that might kill me...or...do something that still might kill me." she'd speculate, "Regardless, both choice will lead to a possible death, maybe one more gruesome than the other, but both still leading to a conclusion I will not like." she'd conclude.

"Quite the insight and thought for someone so young." he'd praise her with a smile, "So what will it be?"

"..." her eyes would seem to harden, "Tutoring seems like a play on words or maybe misdirection...doesn't matter since both paths are unclear. Though since I'm here, and you could kill me now, or let me get killed later, well..." she tilted her head and closed her eyes, "I shall dedicate myself to helping you in anyway possible. No matter the order you task me with I will complete it to the best of my ability. Until you release me from my duty I shall be indebted to you." she'd state looking annoyed by what she said. Opening her eyes to glance at the baby she would wait.

"Very well done, I expect you to keep to your word young mafiosa." he'd say cheerily before he turned to look to the horizon, "You'll do well. I'm sure of it." he'd encourage her.

Risa returned to eating, settling with the choice she made and just enjoying the fact she had been allowed clean clothes, a bath and now food, might as well enjoy the luxury while she had it.


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