Disclaimer: I don't own Angelic Layer, now on with the story.

Misaki sat on top of the building she was ordered to fight from. She knew why she was sent to this particular building. It was because she was a girl. It was because so many soldiers in this war had been killed from this very roof.

In her minds eye, she watched as men who were killed in action were shot, not far from her hiding place from behind the wide chimney. (Where she would stay until it got dark and no one saw her black clothes.) And she saw them, falling off the roof, into the street, she jumped as she heard the thud of them hitting the ground.

The heat must be getting to me. She thought and wiped the back of her hand against her damp forehead. She watched as it got dark and prepared to fight. She closed her eyes and remembered the day this war started.

Flashback:

Misaki sang proudly and danced around the room with her friend Hikaru. The two of them had been best friends since Hikarus mom died and Misakis mom took her in. Since then, they had been best friends and sisters.

Hikaru giggled as she and Misaki spun around the room, bumping into things, but continuing to spin and get dizzy. They covered the rooms' floor in pillows and tried not to trip over them. "That's enough Misaki." Hikaru said taking a deep breath. "I'm tired. Hush now."

Misaki stopped and released her sisters hands, sending them both tumbling to the floor, giggling. "What's going on in here?" Shoko asked as she walked in the room, checking on the girls (A/N: No mistake. I know Shuko is Misakis mom, but Shoko is in this story)

"Nothing, mama." Misaki said and looked at her mother. At the moment, there were three mothers.

"Just a little dance lesson." Hikaru told her. "And a singing lesson mixed in." Misaki nodded and stood up. She was on her feet for a few seconds but tumbled back to the floor. Hikaru got up and helped Misaki off of the pillow she had landed on, but soon, they found out, they may as well have stayed on the ground.

A loud BOOM was heard outside, the small house shook. Shoko lunged and pinned her daughters to the floor, covering their heads to protect them from any falling objects.

The commotion was over, but Shoko still didn't move or let anyone move until she was completely sure.

"What in the world was that?" Hikaru asked, wiggling her head away from Shoko's protective grasp.

"It sounded like an explosion." Shoko said as she let Hikaru get up then helped Misaki up, dusting her clothes off.

"Yeah," Misaki said finger-combing her hair. "A big one too, I hope it wasn't too close to anyone we know."

Flashback ends:

That explosion that day was the start of all of this. After that explosion, all of Misakis friends moved away. After that explosion, it was no longer safe to go outside because of fights, bombs, and drunken, lusting soldiers. After that explosion, Hikaru left with her boyfriend, to fight along side him. After that explosion, Misaki left home too, to fight against her sister.

It got dark soon. Misaki grabbed her weapons and crawled down the slope of the roof and into another hiding place, but this place wasn't for waiting, it was for fighting. After Misaki joined the kingdoms army, she'd become one of their best snipers.

Her small size made it easier for her not to be seen, dodge bullets, and move quickly. She was also a fast healer. She had a few scars, but she was proud of them. They meant she had fought well, and survived, they meant that even when she failed, she was able to continue fighting.

As Misaki loaded her gun, a shot was fired and her dark hat, that she was using to cover her red brown hair, was shot clear off of her head and about two or three feet away from her. There was another sniper in the area and he had spotted her. "Damn!" Misaki cursed under her breath and ignored the blood running down her face. The bullet must have just missed her skull.

Misaki stayed still for a few moments and waited for another shot to be fired. Well, she thought. Whoever this son of a bitch is, he has good aim. She focused on where the shot came from and knew, no sniper would be dumb enough to stay in one spot, she aimed ant the opposite direction that the shot came from, but then she thought. The bastard is expecting me to shoot in a different spot. "Oldest trick in the book." She whispered and points in the direction the shot came from. Everything went still for a while. Had she won already? No! Another shot was fired, hitting her in the shoulder.

Misaki gripped her shoulder and felt the blood covering her hand. "Lucky Bastard." She whispered. She made her way back to her space behind the chimney and thought of a plan.

Misaki looked around the roof and spotted her hat, the item that got her spotted the first time. It was more dangerous that her noticeably bright hair.

Ignoring the pain in her bleeding shoulder, Misaki flattened her body against the roof and dragged herself to where her hat was laying. She picks up the offending item and made her way back to her hiding place without being seen.

Misaki picked up her shotgun and placed her hat on the end of it, she raised it so the hat was peeking over the edge of the chimney, just like she expected, shots were fired, and she closed her eyes, and listened closely, moving the hat around a few times to make it look like she was dodging bullets like a ghost, she let the hat get shot off the gun and crawled back to where she was fighting earlier.

She watched as the other sniper foolishly stood up to see if he could see her dead body. "Fool." She said holding up her pistol and aiming carefully. She pulled the trigger and hit her enemy square in chest. She watched the morbid scene play before her. The enemy sniper staggered, trying to stay on his rooftop.

As he got closer to the edge, Misaki notices something. That this was the smallest, most awkward shaped man she had ever seen, and he walked like a woman….wait….it was a woman! Misaki's eyes widened as the woman tumbled off the opposite rooftop and into the street with and ear splitting shriek. It wasn't the scream that had bothered Misaki. It was the fact that there was something familiar about that voice.

She looked around to make sure there were no signs of another sniper, still bleeding heavily, she climbed off the roof and landed besides the building. She knew this was a bad idea but she had to do this.

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Misaki made it to the street, ducking behind trashcans, and hiding in the shadows. It took longer than she thought, much longer.

She finally got across the street and near the woman she killed. She looked at her a few seconds and made sure she wasn't alive then moved closer. As she got ready to turn her over, she heard the sirens of a patrol car. She quickly lay down next to her kill, like another corpse in the street. She waited until the car was very far away and sat back up again.

She started to turn the heavy body over, white, hot, searing pain ripped through her shoulder, but she managed to turn the body over any ways. Her eyes widened as she looked into half lidded crimson eyes. Misaki shook violently and couldn't move. As she looked into the face of the woman she killed, Misaki realized she had killed her sister.

A/N: I got this idea from another story, but I don't remember what story it was. Anyways, I don't own that story either. R&R please.