Thank you all for being such nice people, again a big thank you to all of the readers. For those of you who asked why and how Shinichi ended up being the youngest ever assassin in the BO, I already planned how to write it already, if you really want to know, please keep commenting.
P.S. Chardonnay is the name of a type of white wine.
Chapter Two: The Best of The Best
"What is this I'm feeling, why do I keep having her face in my mind? Since when are woman more attractive than dead bodies. Focus, Chardonnay, you're getting ridiculous." The raven-haired assassin thought to himself as the
elevator took him to the executive floor of the headquarters. He heard a 'ding' sound and knew he arrived. He stepped out of the elevator and came face to face with a woman with hazel eyes and long dark brownish hair.
"Akemi…" he nodded. "Chardonnay, congrats on your mission today." Akemi responded. Aside from Vermouth, Akemi was the only person in the entire Black Organization that wasn't afraid of him. She had taught him to conceal
all his emotions and remain calm even under pressure. In a way, she was like a big sister to him and he would be forever grateful for her kindness. "I'll see you around then" Chardonnay replied with a nod and walked passed her.
He arrived at the end of the hall, two burly looking bodyguards stood at the entrance. Chardonnay walked right up to them and said coldly "Chardonnay, reporting", the two burly guards felt their spines going cold and they quickly
opened the door and bowed when he walked pass. They knew that one act of disrespect and it would be their last, as their predecessors have found out and paid dearly for it. Both guards had been there personally when
Chardonnay smashed Gin into a messy pulp with his bare knuckles and walked away as if nothing had ever happened. Saying Chardonnay was a monster would be an understatement. When the closed the door, the two guards
were relieved that they were still breathing.
"Ah, Chardonnay, my boy, how was your day off?" The boss asked in his usual silky, smooth voice behind the huge comfortable chair. "Quite relaxing, boss, although there are better ways to kill time than eating in a restaurant
where all the woman turn their heads to you." Chardonnay replied in a bored tone. "My, my…you have become a handsome young man, Chardonnay, what did you expect? Quite the chick magnet, you are." The boss teased.
"Sorry boss, but the only thing I love is seeing my targets dead." Chardonnay replied. "Ah, well you're in luck my boy. On my desk contains your next assignment, I'm afraid Vermouth won't be accompanying you on this one…but
I can assure you, the person who is replacing her is just as competent" The boss stated. The boss muttered, "You have exceeded all of my expectations, I have seen many gifted assassins, but you, you are a natural, the best of
the best.", Chardonnay was speechless but quickly recovered and bowed deeply, "All thanks to you…. father, I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you." Chardonnay said quietly. A soft laugh replied him, "Run along now son, you can
start the assignment whenever you want. Your partner will meet you tomorrow in the briefing room." Chardonnay bowed again and turned for the door and before he could place his hand on the knob of the door, he looked one
last time at the invisible figure behind the chair and left. The boss looked out to the sunset as a memory flashed into his mind.
Memory Flashback: 12 years ago
It was a rainy night; the boss watched the ice crystals hitting the windows from his study, with a glass of Chardonnay in his hands. The white wine was his favorite, not too strong but not too light, just perfect. It was the perfect
piece of art. But most importantly, it worked well with most cuisines, to his delight. But his eyes widened in shock when he saw a bruised, battered, and bloodied boy crawling into focus. For reasons unknown, he placed the glass
of Chardonnay down on his table and hurried down stairs and out the door, umbrella in hand. He opened the gate and ran to the boy's side, "My dear boy" he exclaimed, "This boy can't be older than five" he thought and was
surprised by the raven-haired child's electrifying blue eyes. That moment, the boss knew that the boy before him was 'special', like the wine Chardonnay. He didn't know why or how but he was sure that this boy was destined for
great things. The boss pulled the boy onto his back and walked slowly back to his house, feeling a sense of joy that was relatively new to him.
Another memory 10 years ago
"Fascinating…his growth is beyond comprehension, just yesterday, he defeated five black belt students four years older than him in the ring without sweating. He has earned a black belt in Kendo, Karate, Aikido and Judo. Simply
flawless, his movement is the best I have ever seen in my instructor career. I never thought that he would be that special one out of a ten million rare case." Wong, the karate instructor said with awe in his voice. "Even
Instructor Yermalov is praising him, and we both know that he has never praised anyone" The boss simply smiled.
Flashback ends
"You were and are always going to be special" The boss muttered and lost himself in reading papers and signing proposals.
Chardonnay was back in his own room in the headquarters, he was on the balcony, surveying the darkening skies with a nonchalant expression. Then he heard the doorbell ring and went to get it, he eyes widened in surprise as
he suddenly saw the strawberry blonde haired girl before him. "The boss gave me a call that I was going to be the one accompanying you on this assignment." She said in a monotonous tone, Chardonnay nodded and allowed her
to come into his room. Her strawberry flavored perfume flooded his nose once more, making his mind go crazy. "That feeling is back…. what is it? Why do I feel so uncomfortable all of a sudden?" and he took several deep breaths,
"Would you like something to drink?" Chardonnay asked with what seem to be politeness in his voice, Shiho Miyano or Sherry widened her eyes, she had prepared herself to expect a hostile reception from him and she watched
him tenderly pour two glasses of green tea into two mugs. He gave her one of the mugs and took a seat in an armchair. "Why do people say he's a cold, heartless monster?" Sherry thought to herself. "Okay so I understand that
our next target is a middle aged man whose going to be on a ferry ride this Friday evening, the boss wants him silenced." The assassin stated. "But there are several difficulties in this assignment, first of all, I won't be able to
bring my Rugger with me because everyone will be searched thoroughly with metal detectors and all that, second of all, the ferry is a bad place to use firearms since there will be a large amount of people on board, the chances of
witnesses appearing will be high. That's when your expertise comes in, I saw your file, very impressive, and your experiences with poisons will come in handy." He said with respect in his voice. Sherry was speechless, she never
thought in her wildest dreams that Chardonnay was having a normal conversation with her. He saw it and said gave her a small smile, "Being an assassin does not necessarily mean being a heartless monster. We just don't
reveal our true selves to everyone. Don't let the comments of others alter your perception." She found herself mesmerized by his cobalt blue eyes once again, they were warm and humane, just like the first time she laid her eyes
on them. Sherry felt her heartbeat go insane as she stared at his sincere face, "Ok, I'm going to get the poison ready for Friday, I'll see you…Chardonnay", "Good-bye...Sherry" Chardonnay replied with a genuine smile on his face
this time.
"What's happening to me, why do I always lose my sense of rationality and my calmness whenever I am around her…what is the meaning of this?" Chardonnay wondered as he stared blankly ahead.