Summary: He was an assassin who lost his parents when he was six. She was an ex-gang leader who was nearly killed by hers. When they meet sparks fly as they're partnered up for a mission that will change both their lives. SasuSaku

Chapter 2:The Gang Elite

Fifteen minutes later he was walking threw the last steel door security system of the headquarters and heading towards the second in command here who was coming his way. He was taller than him at a tall six foot four and had a pale lean body. He wore blacks pants with a black t-shirt, a mask that covered half his face and a headband that covered one of his eyes. He had silver colored hair but he was only around thirty years old.

"Sasuke, finally! The mission is urgent." The man told him as he walked over. He nodded and followed him as he started to walk again.

"Alright, there is a gang member who needs to be eliminated,"At his point he was shown a picture of the man, "He has information about a spy we have placed in the gang and plans to tell their leader today at approximately six a.m at Club Scythe. The...."

"Scythe? What is that? Some gothic club?" He asked in distaste as he heard the name.

"I'm not sure and to tell you the truth I don't care. All you need to do is go in and kill the stupid bastard. That's it but be careful, he's an Elite, one of the best." The silver haired man told him and he snorted.

Every time he had a mission he was told that and every time he would come back barely or not even scratched.

"Of course he is, Kakashi."

"Oh, yes, I forgot, I'm talking to Superman's incarnate, able to dodge a bullet faster than a speeding train." Kakashi said sarcastically and he shook his head, a smirk on his face.

"It's able to run faster than a speeding train."

"Oh....Well, that's not important! The mission is. You should get going."

"No partner?"

"Not this time."

"Thank god." He exasperated as he turned and started to walk away.

"Oh and Sasuke?"

"Yeah?" He said as he turned to face him.

"You would have no problem fitting in at the club. I mean, you do wear all black."

He flipped Kakashi, who was chuckling, off as he walked away. He returned to his car and started the engine before driving off. He glanced at the clock as he turned left out of the mansion. It was midnight right now so he had six hours to get to the club and complete the mission. However, from the info on his g.p.s., it would take an hour just to get there cause it was on the other side of town. However as soon as he reached the halfway point his phone rang.

Picking it up he saw it was Kakashi. He placed it on speaker as he drove.

"Yeah?"

"Sasuke! We have a problem."

"What kind of problem?"

"The man, he left!"

"Left? Left what?"

"He, well left."

"Left what?" Sasuke asked, dreading what he was about to be told because he knew it could be nothing good.

"The country."

A pause than, "WHAT?! What the hell do you mean he left the country?"

"Alright, well he didn't leave, but he's at the airport ready to board a plane to....the states."

"Are you kidding me?"

"No. Now go to this airport," He was sent the information on the computer in his car, "And go kill him. Preferably before he gets on the plane."

He sighed in annoyance, "Why'd he leave in the first place?"

"The gang lord went to the states. Something about combining gangs. I don't know. Just get going, alright?"

"Yeah, yeah. I'll call you when I'm finished."

"Alright, bye."

"Bye." He hung up and set his g.p.s. for the airport.

"Turn right, now." Was all he heard as he swerved his car into the lane to exit, barely missing the wall as he went.

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He sighed as he walked down the airplane's stairs towards the terminal. He had found the gang member but he had been too late to keep him from boarding the plane so he got himself a ticket and boarded the plane. Unfortunately he had to keep all his weapons in his car, just to get into the airport so he had nothing but his fists to defend himself. He thanked Kami, though, that the plane had to make a stop in Rome, else he would have been on his way to the states still. So here he was following the man he was suppose to kill. He watched and followed from afar, waiting for an opportunity, which he got as the man went into the men's bathroom.

He followed and walked in as the man went into a stall. He stayed, splashing some water over his face. Than as he heard shuffling in the stall, he went to the door and locked it, after, of course, making sure noone else was in the bathroom. As the man opened the door to the stall, he pretended to wash his hands, watching him out of the corner of his eye. The man, a five foot eight, middle weight man with brown hair narrowed his brown eyes as he watched him.

He inwardly scowled as he realized the man was suspicious of him. Taking his hands away from the sink he placed them under the drier. His own eyes narrowed as he saw, from the reflection on the silver metal of the drier, the man come behind him with a chain.

He immediately knew what he was going to do as he quickly put his two index fingers in front of his throat as the chain was thrown over his head and pulled from behind against his throat. His fingers, thank Kami, prevented the chain from hitting his esophagus, however the sides of his neck were not as lucky as he soon found out the chains were small blades in disguise. He winced as the sides of his neck were sliced open as well as his fingers. He was surprised they weren't sliced off at the forced and pressure of the small blades.

The man behind him pulled back more fiercely as he realized the chain did not hit his throat and he was pulled back a few feet. In return he pushed up the rest of his fingers and closed his hand around the chain, getting a better grip on it. The other man hit into his back as he pulled the chain forward, wincing once more as the sides of his neck were sliced. The man struggled as he tried to pull back but he was stronger due to his advantage in height and weight. He pulled harder on the chain, hissing as his palms were cut and bent over as he did.

The man pressed up against his back, half way leaning on it and with one strong tug, he managed to flip the man over his back and onto the floor. The elite, even in his daze, took this chance to grab his neck, digging his nails into the fresh wounds on the sides. He gritted his teeth in an attempt to ko keep from yelling and took bother his hands, clamping them around the elites trying to pry them off his neck. All he managed was to get deeper and longer wounds as the mans nails racked down his neck.

He growled in frustration as he took his foot and stomped on the man's face. The elite yelped in pain as he heard a sickening crack and immediately let goof his neck. However, he did bring his foot back and smash it into Sasuke's face in retaliation. He stumbled a few foot back. The hit was light enough to only stun him for a moment and not do any real damage. He was over it within five seconds and watched as the elite rolled over and stood, one hand holding his nose as the other held a five inch switchblade. He snorted at how desperate and pathetic the man must be to pull out a blade.

"You die now, Night, Uchiha." The elite snapped as he charged.

Sasuke furrowed his eyebrows as he heard the organizations name and than his own last name. How the hell did he know who he was? He dodged the blade and grasped the man's wrist, twisting it as he turned the man around. He held his arm behind his back while trying to get a hold of the other one which was elbowing him in the stomach.

He growled in triumph as he finally got a hold of his other arm and held it behind his back as well.

"Bad move." He heard the elite say before he bent over and pushed his arms up, flipping Sasuke over his back making him let go of his arms in the process.

Sasuke landed on his feet, his back towards the Elite who took this opportunity to stab him in the back, on his right shoulder. He swung around, ignoring the pain and smashed him in the face with his fist sending him flying to the side where he hit the wall from the force. His head hit the wall hard and he was sent into a daze as he slid down the wall holding it. Sasuke grasped the handle of the blade and bit his lip to keep from screaming as he pulled it out of his back.

He walked over to where the elite was and knelt down besides him.

"Bad move." He mimicked with a smirk as he slid the blade across the man's exposed neck.

Blood sprayed over his neck and shirt as he did it. Sighing he turned the man over and pulled out the wallet located in his back pants pocket. Inside was identification, a license, credit card and some money. There was also a silver metal coin, no bigger than a quarter in the wallet. A black S was engraved on it. He immediately knew what gang it was from. He placed the wallet back in the man's pocket after placing the coin in his own.

Now all he had to do was hide the body and do something about his bloody clothes. He grabbed the elite and dragged him to one of the stalls. He placed him on the toilet and cleaned him up, making sure the blood stopped. He locked the stall and crawled under to get out as he took off his leather jacket and placed it on a hook in one of the stalls. Pulling off his t-shirt, he wiped the blood off the wall and floor after ripping a piece of it off. He wrapped it around his shoulder diagonally to cover the wound after stripping off his tank top.

He ripped his tank top into a few pieces and wrapped his hands, neck and fingers to cover them. He than made his way over to the man's backpack and with difficulty, due to his wounds, opened it and shifted threw everything until he found what he was looking for. A white tank top and grey t-shirt. He placed them both on than covered them with his leather jacket, seeing as the dungarees were black and had no blood on them he left them on. He put everything back in the pack and zipped it shut with his two middle fingers, placing it on the hook in the stall with the man from the other side of the door.

The knife the man had he placed in the bottom of the garbage can. He made sure everything was cleaned and right to make sure noone got suspicious before he walked out of the bathroom. AS he walked out he saw a man in a black tuxedo wearing black sunglasses waiting outside the door. His lips were set in a scowl as he leaned in an annoyed manner against the wall opposite the bathroom door.

When Sasuke came out the man narrowed his eyes and said, "Finally," as he walked into the bathroom. Sasuke rolled his eyes as he walked away, pulling out his phone. He pressed two and put the phone to his ear.

"Sasuke. Good news, I hope."

He snorted as he answered, "I'm in Rome, about to board a plane back to Kohona. The job is done, though."

"Good. Have a nice trip back. Come back to HQ tomorrow for your pay and maybe another mission, alright?"

"Maybe?"Sasuke repeated.

"Yeah, it depends on something, but enough talk, talk to you tomorrow. Bye." And the phone went dead as Kakashi hung up on him. Sasuke furrowed his eyebrows before shrugging and walking to where his plane back to Kohona was.

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No more than an hour later he found himself on an airplane back to Kohona, his eyes narrowed and his hands tightly, though carefully, gripping the plastic of the arm rest as he tried to keep the last of his patience and self control in check. He was close, so close. He wanted nothing more than to just take out a damn gun and shoot them both but than he would most likely be arrested and thought a terrorist and that was some publicity he, as well as his organization, did not need.

Maybe he could do it when they landed; take them to a secluded area and shoot them...after he took out their damn non-stop moving tongues, of course. A smirk unconsciously made its way onto his face as he thought more of what he could do to them. He was jerked out of his thoughts as he felt a hand on his thigh, however. His eyes followed the arm attached to the hand to the young woman sitting on his right, who gave him, what would have been, a heart-stopping smile to any other man but to him it was an annoying, flirtatious smile, making him want to kill her even more.

"Want something?"He asked as politely as he could without showing his annoyance and anger.

He maybe a cold blooded killer but he was still raised right, especially coming from a rich, high class family. He knew how to treat a woman with respect even if they didn't do it to themselves. He knew that what he thought about doing to them were just that. Thoughts. Unless a woman came to him with a gun or a knife, ready to kill, he wouldn't fight back and even than he would hold back.

He didn't like hurting woman. Hell, he despised it and only under certain conditions would he even touch a woman, let alone fight them. He couldn't stand seeing woman get hurt; it infuriated him. He, especially, hated seeing a man hit a woman. He would, in an instant, be at the man, beating the shit out of him.

It had happened one night when he had been walking down a city street. He had saw a man backhand his girlfriend and something in him just snapped. The next thing he knew he was in hand cuffs on his way to jail for attempted murder. He had beaten the man to the state where he had a very concussion and he was practically unresponsive to anything.

Not to mention he had cracked open the man's skull, broke his nose, broke a few ribs, and pulled his hand, the one he had slapped his girlfriend with, to the point where the bone had ripped threw the skin. He had gotten away with it, of course, seeing who his Uncle was but he was almost expelled from school for it.

He didn't really understand why he flipped out when he saw that but he knew it had something to do with that night. Dull onyx eyes met his as a pale tear and blood stricken face flashed before him. He jumped up out of his seat in alarm and wildly looked around, scaring the two woman who sat besides him.

"Sir, are you alright?" A concerned flight attendant questioned and he looked around the first class section to see all eyes on him. He gave a stiff nod as he saw back down. He shook his knee uncontrollably, as soon as he leaned back in the seat, his arms on the arm rests.

"Are you sure your alright?" The other young woman, on his left asked.

This one was around five foot seven with long straight brown hair and dark chocolate brown eyes. She was lean and attractive looking like her friend, the one on his right. She was around five foot nine with long straight blonde hair and hazel colored eyes. They were both probably around twenty four to twenty five years old; six to seven years older than himself.

"I'm fine." He responded, his tone hard but with reassurance.

"We can make you feel better." The blonde said seductively as she once more placed her hand on his thigh. He inwardly groaned in annoyance at the blondes advances.

"I'm sure you could, however," he gently took her hand, placed a light kiss to the back of it before putting it on her own thigh and taking back his hand, "I'm fine as I am."

"Are you sure you don't want us to make you feel better?"The brunette asked with a wink and seductive smile.

"Quite sure." He said with a small smirk and nod.

"Positive?" The blonde asked, this time her hand returning to his thigh.

"I'm sure his answer will remain the same no matter how many times you ask him." A soft, fiery feminine voice said from behind them. The three turned around to look at the woman who spoke.

He had to say he had never seen a more beautiful girl in his life. She was around five foot seven; most likely the tallest she would get, with a not to pale nor tan complexion. She had radiant, flawless, perfect colored skin. Her face was oval, with an, dare he say, adorable looking nose, large circular emerald green eyes that showed everything she felt with ease, crescent shaped eyebrows, and a head full of straight, bright pink hair. It was unusual, no doubt, but it looked perfect on her. Her lips were covered in a shiny lip gloss, that made them even more tempting than they would have been if plain.

He could tell by the tight jeans and spaghetti strap shirt that her body was no less than perfect. Her arms were small but he could tell they held power, her hands were small, but he could tell they were smooth, even though she probably used them a lot. Her chest was large, at least a D, her stomach was flat and he could see the belly button ring behind the silky fabric of her shirt. Her legs were small but muscled; another perfect thing on her. There was no way she could be something less than a model, maybe even a goddess by the looks of it.

"And who asked you?" The blonde asked, her voice sounding like one of those snobby cheerleaders who went to his high school.

"Noone, just thought I'd give my opinion." She said with a shrug, not really caring.

"Well, we don't need it."The brunette told her with annoyance and she received a small suspicious smile in return. He gave a small smirk and light chuckle.

"What are you laughing at?" The blonde asked him, her flirtatious smile and tone returning.

He shook his head and looked right at the woman in the seat behind him, "Thank you."

Her emerald eyes met his onyx ones and suddenly he couldn't turn away. He was entranced and it seemed she was the same as she held the gaze. She unconsciously bit her lower lip and he inhaled sharply at the gesture.

He opened his mouth to say something, anything, not really caring what, when the captains voice flooded his hearing.

"Fasten your seat belts. We will be descending soon."

He tore his eyes away from her as he reluctantly settled back in his seat and buckled himself in. A while later the plane had landed and people were slowly making there way off.

As he stood, waiting til the plane was nearly empty to actually attempt to get out, he felt a hot breath on his ear as an angelic voice said, "Your welcome."

When he turned around, he only caught a glimpse of her pink hair as she exited the plane. He sighed, running his hand lightly threw his hair, careful of his wound as he sat back down in his chair. He knew than and there that if he didn't see that girl again, he would be missing out on something; something that would change his life forever.

(A/N: Hmm, I could only wonder who that woman could have been. Hah. Guess you'll find out next chapter. =P)