Summary: She's a professional assassin, the finest assassin in the Agency. And her next target was Seigaku's tennis prodigy. He was standing right there. The plan for his execution was on schedule. She never hesitated when it came to her mission. But, why was she starting to hesitate now? And why does someone seem to know her so well if she's been in the Agency since she was six years old? (FujiOC)

Genre: Romance/Suspense/Angst

Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of its episodes that I reference into the story.

Claimer: Agent A.D.(the main OC), Mr. Slinger and the workers of the Agency. This assassination plot is my own idea along with the title.

Warning: Characters may be OOC, but I will try my best to make them stay in character.


An Innocent Face
Chapter One

Agent A.D.


"Don't aim for the vital areas, this is not a target practice."

The woman's voice echoed throughout the obstacle course and reached the girl's ears. The adolescent girl ran through each room, a gun in her hand as she aimed at each cardboard made to look like a human that would randomly pop out of nowhere.

She would hit them in the head, the arm, the leg, their stomach, wherever the gun was currently pointing at. She merely directed the gun at the next location, barely pinpointing her targets. She ran swiftly through each room, trying to exceed the expectations of the adults and make it before time started to run out on her.

"Aim for the general direction of the target."

She shot another cardboard human in the eye.

Another in the head.

Then on the arm.

Next in the leg.

A female this time with a knife.

A male with an axe.

She realized her next target was a mother with her child - she avoided them; they were not her target.

Up in the safety of the PA room, the head of the agency and a few other workers sat and watched one of their finest assassins in their whole facility train. The head had an eye on the girl assassin. He smirked victoriously as he saw her shoot another cardboard's head off.

She is one of the best in the facility.

No emotions.

Intelligent mind.

Physically strong.

Never hesitates.

She's young.

She's had eight years of experience.

She is the perfect assassin.

"Yuma," a man from the desk called out, "bring Agent A.D. up to my office; she has another mission."

The woman in front of the intercom pressed a button and spoke into the mic, "Agent A.D., your training has been terminated." The cardboard beings disappeared and the teenager in the obstacle coarse ceased her running and looked toward the window of the PA room. "Mr. Slinger has called for you."

The young girl nodded and headed for the wall in the room. The wall parted ways before she nearly collided into it and once she had entered, the wall returned to normal.


A strange colored cat placed its paws against the trunk of the tree, his claws out and attached to the bark and he started his way up the tree catching the eye of a certain blue-eyed tensai. Cerulean blue eyes watched in amusement as they watched the feline climb its way up the tree. The cat upon seeing someone watch him, started to cascade down.

Fuji Syusuke closed his eyes, letting his smile show his amusement of the distraction that the cat had given him. "Eiji."

His red-headed best friend, who was trying to pay attention to another classmate of theirs read aloud a passage in the text, lowly hummed out, "Hmm?"

Fuji laid his head on a propped up hand, "Have you ever seen a Himalayan spotted cat?"

"Himalayan spotted cat?" Eiji asked in bewilderment, turning his head to his friend sitting next to him, forgetting about the English lesson, "What's that?"

And before Fuji could respond, both boys heard the feminine voice of their teacher, "Next, Kikumaru-kun." The acrobatics player cringed at the sound of his name and slowly faced his teacher who was staring at him with a haughty look, "Please read."

Letting out a stressed sigh, he obeyed his teacher and stood up. He had no idea where he was supposed to read. Fuji, wanting to help out his troubled friend, discreetly whispered to him, "Page 87, from line 6."

"Thank you," Eiji replied in appreciation before reading the text.

Fuji smiled before turning his attention back to the window.


Silent footsteps walked down the tiled hallway.

She sauntered down the hall, passing by adults of opposite genders. A knife hidden away in the pocket of her pants, she ignored the men and women doing their jobs as they spoke on the phone or the ones carrying some sort of folder to another room. Over the past eight years, she never even bothered to learn any of the other employees' names unless they made the effort to speak with her, which was very rare when someone did. She didn't talk very much, and when she did, it was usually to address a mission; never about another assassin or worker in the agency.

She rounded a corner in the hallway and walked down another corridor. She finally stopped at the last door of the hall.

Knock-knock.

"Come in."

The doorknob turned and the young assassin stepped into the room, closing the door behind her and taking a seat in front of the head, the same emotionless expression resided upon her face.

"Agent A.D." Mr. Slinger, the head of the agency, acknowledged the innocent girl sitting across from him in his deep voice.

She made no movement to respond; she merely continued to stare at the man in front of her with open eyes and ears.

"Your mission is quite simple," he continued, forming a bridge with his hands in front of him. "This mission is labeled level D considering your target is of no importance to society, business and royal family wise."

He grabbed a remote that had been sitting upon his desk and faced the wall to his left. Aiming the electronic toward the ceiling, he pressed a button causing a large screen to slowly elevate down. The assassin turned her head and waited patiently, her hands folded across her lap and back straight, like she's been trained most of her life. The head pressed another button and the screen lit up, displaying a movie.

"This is your target," he stated as a junior high schooler was displayed; he currently had a racket in his hand indicating that he was playing tennis. To prove this point, a green ball was hurtling toward him. He pulled his racket back and returned the ball to the other side with ease.

"A junior high school student is my next target?" The girl asked with a small, but poised tone.

"Yes. This is Fuji Syusuke and for confidential reasons, our client has requested him executed by the end of two months."

The girl observed the boy as he hit another tennis ball. His hits were precise, clean, and most of all, graceful. It showed in his style that he was full of confidence and determination.

"He's fourteen and he's just a regular junior high student who is really good at tennis," her boss simplified her target's description; he was studying the boy's profile that he currently had in his hands.

"Are there certain details about the elimination or is that up to me?"

"Unfortunately for you, we have a plan already set up for you. Since this is a low-level mission, we decided to make this a kind of training experiment for you. We're going to see your progress and results during the mission and see if you are capable of doing these kinds of missions."

The raven-haired girl tore her gaze away from the tennis prodigy on the screen and faced her boss, no sign of any facial expression, "Understood."

The man stared at her for a long moment before leaning against the desk toward her, "You haven't killed any child for awhile now, have you?"

"I have not received any missions that have targeted a teenager or a child in the last year." She informed him, almost in a robotic tone.

"I see." Her boss took one long gaze at the young assassin before leaning back against his leather chair, "Well, Agent Angel of Death, I am counting on you. These are the details of your assassination," he explained, sliding the manila folder toward the girl who took it promptly, "Time limit is two months. Your mission will start in two days, we're going to start the preparations tomorrow. Don't let me down."

Opening the folder and skimming the documents, Agent A.D. closed the folder and held it against her body, staring at her boss square in the eye. "Understood."


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For everyone still waiting for my 'Tennis Rhythm' story, I am working on it; but no one has voted on my account page yet and I can't really post up the story unless I am certain of who my OC is going to fall for. I generally make romance stories so please vote. I beg of you:)