It was something so beautiful, and so fragile.

With crystals glittering off the silk material and hitting the sunlight at all the right angles, it was breathtaking. It was simply too beautiful for him to wear. The fabric glided on his skin like butter and slipped on smoother than milk.

Nagisa smiled a disarming laugh in the mirror, perfecting his more female side of allure.

The sweetheart neckline accentuated his collar bones and his feminine body type. He had no breasts for this dress, but his waist was incredibly thin and his limbs seemed to be thinly muscled. The dark blue dress brought the blue out of his eyes.

The blue haired man curled a lip upward in disgust and mimicked his mother, " You're so pretty, Nagisa-chan..."

With a neck breaking force and speed, he threw a knife towards the mirror, shattering it into a million pieces.

" Pretty my ass."

He combed the black temporary dye through his hair. Sighing, he applied even more oils in his hair to get it flow more naturally. Nagisa smiled charmingly as he combed his hair downwards.

Grabbing his Chanel Bag and hopping into a limo, he slipped a knife into his boxer briefs. Like the God of Death, he had a gun built into his fingers. Sure, it was itchy and annoying sometimes, but it had saved his ass from being whopped.

Speaking of which, he'd been doing too many squats lately to get his bum perfectly round and squeezable so he'd look more feminine. He sighed and laughed. The man driving the limo felt a chill down his back and almost screamed when something slithered around him like a snake.

But when he looked around, there was no snake. Instead, there was just a pretty lady sitting in the back seat, fluttering her eyelashes and smiling delicately. The driver gulped before stopping the limo.

" Miss... We're here." He quietly said.

" Thank you," Nagisa handed him three Benjamins, " Keep the change."

The driver smiled happily, it was twice the amount that this trip cost!

" Thank you, Miss...?" He asked for her name.

Nagisa panicked and forgot his alibi, and choked on his words, thinking of the first name he could remember, " Kaede."

" Have a nice day, Miss Kaede."

' Miss Kaede' walked out of the limo confidently, ignoring the lingering stares of passerbys and a wolf whistle from a drunken bunch. His heel clacked ominously as he entered the large building.

It was obvious- this wasn't going to be an easy mission.

Nagisa bit his lips and sighed, " Come at me, bro."

With a slight sway of his hips, 'she' flashed 'her' ID at the security, tapping her foot impatiently, waiting for them to give her the go-ahead. They nodded and she slipped the fake ID into her purse.

Inside, was a party so disgustingly luxurious and lavishing, Nagisa wanted to bare his teeth and scream. Everything he touched screamed 'expensive' and 'gold', he flinched like he was burned.

Sipping the red wine that someone served to him, he elegantly made it to the center of the room and looked for his target.

There!

A flash of crimson hair evaded his vision right when the music started playing. He almost gasped in delight.

Karma was making his way towards the black hair lady, taking note of how similar she looked like to his middle school best friend. He was suspicious, but put on a bright and charming grin.

" May I have this dance, m'lady."

Nagisa counted to three before saying, " You may."

With one hand stretched out and the other one placed on the woman's waist, they twirled and waltzed around the ballroom beautifully. People stopped to watch their interpret dance and noticed how these two seemed to be so close even though they had just met.

With a few more songs later, and a couple of carefully proportioned wine glasses that both had pretended to drink, they pretended to be intoxicated with each other. One with the intent to kill and the other dying of curiousity.

" Why don't we go somewhere more private, Karma-san?"

Nagisa controlled the shiver of disgust that ran down his back from saying his name. He wanted to rip him apart on the spot and let his beautiful crimson blood run for all its worth.

Pity that he couldn't.

" Of course."

Together, they headed into the back room where Nagisa was painfully aware of how quiet it had become. He let out a loose ring of laughter and threw the knife so fast with deadly accuracy that he was sure that Karma would die.

Except he hadn't, but a slow clapping resounded through the room.

Gakushuu smiled down at them with his malicious grin, his hands paused in mid clap.

" Pity that you haven't killed Karma-chan, Nagisa. I hired you to kill him, and look–you've failed your job! I guess I'll just have the Ministry arrest you for the attempted murder of the Head of Bureaucracy!"

He let out an ecstatic laugh while Karma and Nagisa's eyes twitched when the authorities arrived on the scene immediately after Gakushuu had said that. Nagisa growled and dropped his weapons, frowning.