Disclaimer:

I do not own any of the canon elements from animes, or characters involved. They are belonged by their respective owners. Only a few things belong to me, so far just Haruko Asuka, while Zack/Daemon Crimm Rougier belongs to my friend Sams. All based off a rp with Sams; events and such are just told from Asuka's perspective.

Summary:

What happens when a high-ranking and lonely assassin, whom has little memory of herself, named Haruko Asuka-whom was never beaten-is finally beaten by her target, Daemon Crimm Rougier? And suddenly finds herself working for him; playing 'bodyguard' for him under a blood oath that can't be broken? Then finds her heart being stolen by the prince, and merely marks it off as unrequited love? Following, Haruko Asuka swears to herself she'd protect him no matter what... would she die for him? Find out by reading :3

Chapter 2: Asuka loses to Daemon

I hid myself quite well among the trees; they didn't even know I was there... Daemon, and some woman whom was dressing his wounds were just talking... and talking... I could barely make it out as I gave a very small yawn. I was semi-hoping the feline woman knew what she was doing when it came to bandaging wounds... I don't know why, but I did... guess I felt bad about him being ambushed... and now worse, over the fact that I had to end his life. Odd enough reason, my emotions were on the fritz. Very rare for them to come about when I was working. Oh well...

Shaking the thoughts completely out of my mind, I went into my 'killer mode' again, right before I pulled by rifle from my back. Loaded it once, and I was good to go; I took quick, but careful, and accurate aim. Well... at first, I thought it was accurate-I fired... and sadly to say, I missed. That stupid feline! UGH! I missed because of her boba-ass! I saw her ears twitch once, then bam! She grabbed and moved my target right before my bullet pierced the ground; where he once sat. Damn... that was a waste of a good bullet. He blinked, and stared at the bullet hole in the ground... probably either angry, or in disbelief... I sure as hell wasn't sure.

"How...what...?" I heard the words form from his mouth, and a hiss comming from the woman; a very cat sounding hiss... hey! Was shethat cat from before? I didn't have time to take aim, and fire again, for the feline-like woman was now heading towards me... hopefully she was still in the dark to wither I was around the tree of not. I strapped my gun to my back quickly and began to move to another tree. As she got to the tree, I continued moving myself... this time, ever so quietly, and gingerly making it behind Daemon. I drew my katana that I brought along. The cat woman didn't know I was there, and I was pretty sure he didn't know I was there either... I thought wrong; very wrong... he did, indeed, know I was there. Why was I so out of it? I never was like this... I just... couldn't understand, as to why me... Haruko Asuka from Cat's cradle, a top-assassin... was losing all of a sudden... I NEVER lost... and here I was, point blank losing at my own game.

It would be bloody, but I was going to decapitate him; take his head off in one foul strike... just one strike. Suddenly, before I could land my killing blow, Daemon moved! He stood and turned ever so swiftly, and he faced me, with that damn creepy-ass sword of his in hand. Just one glance at it sent a quick chill down my spine. I hated that sword... no matter how long I stayed around it... it creeped the hell out of me, and that's that; case closed; end of story.

He gave me a very cold look; staring back at me. I glanced up from his blade, to his face and into his eyes... he wasn't happy. Well... who would be after he or she got shot at?

"I assume you are the one who shot at me M'Lady?" He said, and the cat woman hissed at me. I took a quick look at her, then turned back towards Daemon. My face held an uncaring, almost emotionless look... I didn't answer him. Silence ensued. He didn't move, and neither did I; he was waiting for me to make the first move... I didn't want to. Just two statues, standing in the dark, staring at the other... could be used to describe us at the moment. I had to get this moving along some how; I wanted to go home. Suddenly, I moved... I aimed a quick vertical slash for his side. In result, he blocked easily by bringing up that creepy as hell blade horizontally.

The second our blades clashed, I brought my leg around to hit him in the head; hopefully for a knock out-that's how much force I put into it. To my surprise, on the other hand, he stopped my kick by catching my foot. Before I could act, he gave a push, putting force against my leg... it knocked me back. Next second, he thrusted that damn sword that I hate at my shoulder; the shoulder of the arm that was holding my blade. As I fell back, I drew my arm away, and caught myself by flipping back; kicking that cursed sword away with the heel of my favorite heeled boot. Following, I had to move again, for the feline-like-annoying-brat tried to swipe at me with her, rather large I might add, claws. In order to avoid that, I had to dive roll to the ride. Daemon wasn't going to give me time to recover and attack back at the moment... nope, nope. He brought his blood driven, creepy, yet mysterious blade to me again. His next three swipes sent very odd, purple colored energy blades my way. Now this wasn't fair... two-on-one! Ugh... the odds were slightly stacked against me when it came to Daemon having help, and I didn't.

This was just annoying... I was never really well with any type of sword anyway... I mean, I knew how to use them, but not so well. Let's just say, hand-to-hand combat was more of my thing. I held up the weapon to block the first one, and slid the blade quickly into its sheath. I was going to try this my way now: Koppo style. Flipping next, and sidestepping, I managed to evade the next two energy blades. Well... kind of. The third one lightly gave me a cut across my shoulder; leaving a slash in my top. I ignored it though, as I shifted into a deep stance, my Koppo stance. I watched Daemon closely, as he, as I seemed to guess, angled his feet-slightly together. I saw his beautiful colored eyes move from me, to the freaky cat woman, before coming back; full attention on me. He seemed to be in thought, and I didn't budge an inch. Even when the other female hissed at me. No movement once more; again, two, well now three, statues just standing there in the night breeze. The wind pushing against my back, so my dark colored hair flowed forwards. This... was nothing but a staring contest at the moment. He was just... staring... and I stared back... like I said: staring contest of sorts. How it turned into this was beyond me.

What Daemon did next, seemed a little too weird to me. He slid his blade gracefully over his hand, cutting it. I watched the crimson red substance, blood, drip for a moment. Emo attempt now? Well, I got news for you buddy, you were going about it all wrong! You cut your wrist,not the palm of your hand! I wanted to burst into laughter at my own trail of thoughts, but I managed not too... even though I wanted to so damn badly. Why did I find it funny? I don't know, don't ask. Suddenly, he slammed his palm into the ground in front of him. What the hell was he doing? He was creeping me out slightly now. Who cuts the palm of their hand, and then slams it into the ground? As I watched, a rune circle appeared at his feet. I narrowed my eyes ever so slightly. Really... what the hell was he doing?!

My question would be answered... when a strange, bird like creature began to emerge from the ground-great... just another damn problema! And now... I knew Daemon knew a few 'magic tricks'. It was an odd looking thing, I never seen anything like it. Large raven or phoenix design to it, along with two tails... and a nice touch? Well, that nice touch happened to be dragon-looking scales on its body. Oh yeah... it was beauty-not really... it scared me a little... just because I never seen the thing before. Its screech was ear-piercing.

I still didn't move... and the feline-lady meowed out of slight pain while holding her ears. The creature send a great, powerful gust of wind at me... sheesh... I think that bird could send a car or two rolling down the street if it wanted. I fell back, but managed to get to my feet again by flipping again; gaining my ground once more. The stupid bird wanted to play? UGH! Why me? It attacked me, with a claw aimed to go right through me. I had to act fast, and act fast I did. Instead of drawing one katana, I drew my second one too, and blocked(just barely). The sound of its claw clashing against my blades rung in my ears, and it tried using it's second clawed leg to try and break through. I just managed to keep the block up, and from the corner of my green eye, I could see my target tugging on the feline-like woman's arm... I guess so they could run. I saw his lips move, but I couldn't hear the words... the sound of the clashing till ring in my ears... like bells... no, worse.

I gave a low growl as I watched the try to run, and I was stuck; dealing with Big Bird. When I tried to pursue, the stupid thing cut me off, at each attempt. This was giving me a headache... the whole situation, as a matter of fact. Big bird had me at a stalemate when I attacked it; it countered with another gust of wind.

"Damn..." I muttered under my breathe as I had to pull back. This assignment was harder than I thought. Soon as I reached for my gun, the one with the exploding shells, it poofed in a purple smoke; disappearing like a children's magic trick. Damn... he was already gone... I sighed, and fell back on my butt with a groan. I had found him out of sheer luck, but now I'd actually have to tra-or did I? Their footprints were still fresh in the mud... and I doubt they'd clean up those markings; not enough time to. By the time I caught up and found the young prince, it was nightfall. He was asleep... his face relaxed and calm... those gentle facial featur-GAH!! Ugh... seriously... why me? Why did those thoughts have to plaque my mind now? Of all places! I banged my head against the tree I was hiding in a few times-ouch. I would've shot him, if it wasn't for the barrier he put up... now I had to wait. I tried shooting through... no luck. The bullet was gone as soon as it touched the shield. "Hm..."

I watched him, deep in thought... trying to recall memories, and trying to recall who I was... yet nothing... absolutely nothing came to mind... well, a name did. Jun. It made no sense... I know my name wasn't Jun... who was Jun? I must've fallen asleep sitting up, because next thing I knew, it was morning, and I heard I yawn. I lifted my head right up... did I sleep? Or stay up all night? I wasn't even sure anymore. Glancing down at my target, I could see he was up. Early bird maybe? I wasn't... I wanted to go back to sleep... but I couldn't; I had a job to do. As soon as I saw movement, and the barrier break, I aimed my rifle and fired.

I saw him wince, as it went through his shoulder... damn if he didn't move, it might've hit its mark. I merely aimed again, waiting...

"Come out coward and fight honorably!" Daemon yelled blindly at me... since he didn't know my location at that moment. I shot once more; more of a warning shot this time. I stepped out like he had asked... I don't know why, but I did. He glared at me. I felt bad now... for trying to take his life. Mainly because he was already wounded before I came along...

"I'm very sorry, Daemon, but..." I muttered to him, and taking another quick shot for him... why wasn't I aiming? Stupid mistake number one... or was I doing it on purpose? I saw Daemon fall back, and blood raced out of the new wound... I didn't move... he stopped moving... but I kept my rifle aimed. Was he actually dead? Did I really get him? A new rush of questions in my mind... then... without much warning, his body started turning into dust.

Huh? What the hell was going-oh shit! Then I realized: it was trap, or a trick. He was behind me, and probably rady to kill me! I realized... a little too late. I felt the hilt of his damn blood thirty sword his the back of my head... hard-ouch. I couldn't help but to drop my rifle and slump forwards and fall to the ground, as everything in my sights turned black, and the sounds of the morning birds were fading away... was I dead?

No... knocked out, and down for the count...