Revised: 11/24/09

Yeah! So.... I have a beta now~! The lovely AllAvengedromance voulenteered! Give me your opinion, ne? ^^

I'll be posting the revised chapters as they come! xD

Well, this is my first ever fanfiction. I hope that you all will enjoy!

Disclaimer: Not mine! never has been, never will be... T-T

*Note: All of the characters are 13 instead of 10.

Prologue:

Natsume POV:

I was fighting non-stop. Burning one man to death in one moment, stabbing another in the next, ruthlessly and endlessly ending the lives of my enemies as I tried to escape the warehouse with the briefcase I had been ordered to retrieve from the AAO.

Just how many damn guards are there, anyway?! I thought, as I blasted yet another guard into a pyramid of barrels that instantly tumbled onto the ground in a cascading waterfall of cylinders.

Assuming I had finally killed them all, I backed up, exhausted, and sat on one of the bodies, still holding the case. 'Stupid monkeys, they didn't even bring-'

The soft click behind me was the only warning I received,

'-Crap'

Just before a loud bang followed by a series of gunfire intruded upon my siesta in the midst of the carnage. Dodging the first bullet using a burst of adrenaline, I turned, and tried to incinerate the new arrivals in vain just as I felt another bullet slam against my right shoulder, preceding the expected explosion of pain. I collapsed to the ground with a painful thud and watched helplessly as the case clattered to the floor and slid away from my viselike grasp. I heard multiple footsteps approaching me and glanced up through the haze of pain to see a man holding the smoking gun that he had just shot me with. He was dressed in a neat black suit and was contemptuously staring down at me with mock pity. Behind him were five other men all dressed the same as my assultant.

"Heh," he scoffed arrogantly, "Looks like this time you lose Kuro-Neko." He then broke into a crazed laugh, followed by the other five.

"Shut the hell up!" I grunted, glairing at each of the men.

They looked down at me with annoyance. The gun guy raised his gun to my head, smiling evilly, and began to pull the trigger when-

BAM!

The shooter was kicked into a nearby wall, so fast, and with such force, that the wall he had hit had huge cracks in it. The man groaned and folded his body around his stomach.

The five cronies of the man with the gun watched stupidly as we saw a masked figure clad in black, its motions both smooth and graceful, walk up to the downed man. The figure simply stared at the man for a moment before pulling out a dagger honed to a sharp point and finishing him.

The five guys, getting over their shock, managed to pull themselves together and began running toward the masked one, weapons held high.

My eyes widened further as I saw the masked person seemingly disappear in a blur and reappear mere inches away from where I was still sprawled on the ground. The five men were now dead on the floor, throats slit, and blood pooling around their bodies before getting the chance to fire a single bullet.

Unsure of whether or not this person was on my side, I used what little energy I had left to push myself off the ground, and into a fighting position so that I could attempt to defend myself. Suddenly my world began to twist and wobble, as I blacked out from blood loss. I once again felt myself falling to the floor, when suddenly the masked figure caught me and gently laid me on the ground. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a faint green light, and the excruciating pain in my right shoulder began to fade away to nothing.

It was as though she was… healing me.

With the pain now gone, I sat up and for the first time got a clear look at the person who saved me. I was expecting a guy, but my assumptions were wrong because the assassin was a girl.

She was already standing up again. She stood with perfect posture and emanated a powerful and deadly aura that far surpassed my own. Her black attire consisted of a long tank top and gloves, while her arms and wrists were covered by various Alice control devices. She had black leggings on and knee-high black boots. On her right leg, there was a knife and a gun strapped on, and on her back, a sheathed katana. She had long beautiful auburn hair tied back into a ponytail, and around her neck was another control device necklace. Her mask was a delicate looking creation. It was white and had sakura blossoms scattered all across the mask in various graceful arcs and swirls. The beauty would have been stunning if there was no blood splattered over the mask, giving it a hellish look, rather than angelic.

"Now that you're healed, you should get going." She said suddenly. Her voice was beautiful, but emotionless and cold. "You are very lucky Persona had me stop by here on the way back from my mission to check up on you. Otherwise you would be dead. Be more careful next time Kuro-Neko."

"Hn," was my only reply as I glared at her through my mask. I finally was able to stand up, and my triumph caused me to give her a scornful look.

"Tch. Brat." She muttered. That one pissed me off. I growled at her in response.

"Well, kitten," she began mockingly, "I am afraid that I must be going now. Get back to the Academy ASAP." And with that, she began walking away.

"Wait!" I called after her. She paused. "Who are you?" I asked, my voice a mixture of curiosity, anger, and annoyance.

She let out a light and musical chuckle and replied, "They call me Hell's Angel."

And with that, she disappeared into a swirl of sakura petals.

'Hell's Angel…' I thought slowly and smirked. 'Interesting… very interesting…'

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