A/N: Thank you so much for all the kind reviews I got last chapter! I don't think I've ever gotten so many reviews on my first chapter when I first publish it. I was kind of nervous about this plot, I'm glad it went over so well.

The two things that the plot got compared to are things I've heard of, but never read/saw, so I guess in my own way it's original.

If you find a lot of really strange things about grammer in this chapter like you see something that says quot; Blame it on the system. It's being really strange and replacing some symbols with other things.I tried to weed them all out, but I can't be sure.

Well here's the next chapter, read, review, and enjoy.

Fye's fingers drummed along the steering wheel of his car as his bright blue eyes gazed out into the partial darkness. It was late at night and the only real reason you could see anything two feet in front of the car was because of the streetlamps that decorated the sides of the road. Fye sat in a dark blue Subaru model car that was quite out of place among the rusted old junk cars that littered this side of the city. This wasn't truly a problem, it wasn't like someone was going to call the police about a nice car being parked there as long as he kept putting change in the parking meter, and if someone tried to trash his car, well, it wouldn't be good for them.

Fye made a frustrated sound and banged the back of his head against his seat. He had been sitting in this car for almost seven hours. He was really starting to wish that assassins could charge overtime, but they couldn't. This F.A.I. that he was supposed to kill was supposed to come here every Saturday night at about eight o'clock and kill someone that was walking home. It was about three in the morning, no one was walking home, and the guy hadn't shown up yet.

"I swear I'm going to kill this guy if he doesn't show up soon." Fye's lips twitched into a smile as he realized his own joke. It didn't matter what time this guy showed up because Fye was going to kill him no matter what, so no matter how angry or happy Fye was with him, it didn't matter, he would die. The blond chuckled slightly and placed a hand over his eyes until it died away and the hand dropped again. Fye crossed his arms and looked out the window once more, the smile still on his face. His patience had been returned by that simple pun.

Fye's mind went onto its A.I. logical process thinking. It passed the time and it made sure that he wasn't flawed in the way that this would work. All F.A.I.'s had the same basic abilities. Internal and external telekinesis'. Those were basic. If the government had thought you to be special in some way, like they had for Fye, they taught you extra skills, like shields and mind swipe.

Fye had noticed that for some reason or another his powers were deteriorating. His external telekinesis was almost completely gone, it was so bad that he could hardly lift a pen with his mind anymore. His shields were also weaker, but not nearly as weak as the other. at least he could still use his shields effectively.

Fye was glad that it was these skills that diminished and not his others. Internal telekinesis was the vital weapon that any F.A.I. had. With internal telekinesis you could kill your adversary in seconds, provided you could get close enough to touch them for three seconds minimum. It worked through the nervous system killing you silently, painlessly, and quickly. This however was not all it could do. As well as kill it could heal and it could enhance. It could make you faster and stronger, or heal someone fatally wounded. However, F.A.I. weren't made for this and as such..they didn't heal or enhance very often. They only killed.

Internal telekinesis was why Fye had to be careful when on this type of job, he could kill with it, but he could also be killed by it. He had to touch, without being touched.

That was the hard part of this job.

Ten more minutes passed and Fye's smile slipped away. "What?" He breathed the word out as he saw someone walk down the sidewalk, but it wasn't his target, too big, or at least he was too tall. Fai squinted his eyes trying to get a better look at the man but darkness and distance prevented that. This was why he couldn't be a sniper, his eyes weren't sharp enough. However his eyes were sharp enough to see what happened next. The large figure suddenly disappeared into the shadows. The disappearance was too quick for it to be him turning to go inside. A smirk came to his lips. "There you are you little sneak."

Fye quickly got out of the car and ran to where he had seen the victim disappear. The victim was just an innocent person and thus he needed to be quick. "Systems activate." Fye's blue eyes turned golden as he turned a corner and a confidant look glazed over his features. In order to use his powers Fye had to activate the F.A.I. system within his body with a verbal command, this caused his eyes to change.

There they were. His target was strangling the victim, but the victim wasn't going out without a fight. Good. They were too busy to notice him.. Fye's golden eyes flashed as he came over and placed his hand on the F.A.I.'s head and gripped to his hair to try and prevent him from escaping. One second, two seconds...

Fye felt strands of hair pull out of the man's head as he pulled away. Gold eyes that were identical to his flashed in his eye sight. "I'm not that easy number 685."

Fye glanced down at the victim, it seemed that he had fallen unconscious..but it hadn't been enough to kill him. Good, Fye hoped that he could get this over with before he woke up, then he wouldn't have to use mind swipe. "I'm impressed, you know my number off the top of your head."

"Of course. Your face and number is infamous among us."

"Is it really?"

"Of course, why wouldn't we talk about the one A.I. that has a chance to live?"

Fye shrugged. "You tell me."

The F.A.I. shook his head. "Your head is highly wanted among us, I guess I'll be the one to bring it in." His target raised his hand and sparks of blue lightning were visibly coming off the fingertips.

Fye gritted his teeth and prepared himself. Similar sparks came off his own fingers as an invisible shield raised itself up just before gusts of wind as sharp as blades blew past him. For a moment the shields held strong before it cracked and a few blades got past and cut Fye's cheek and arms.

"Well that was weak. We're always talking about how strong you are, if this is all you've got then you're just a pipe dream made up by our masters. They were always telling us how you were superior, but I guess you're not." The target put his hands to his chest and sparks went into himself. Fye cursed to himself, the other F.A.I.'s had learned that enhancing themselves helped them. "In fact, I'd say you're pretty inferior to us."

Fye's eyes lost track of the man as he disappeared before him. He had an A.I.'s mind so he could predict the next movement that would be taken and in a desperate move swung his arm out behind him in hopes of grabbing at the man. He felt his fingers connect with something but it was quickly followed by a boot connecting with his side so strongly that he was thrown into the wall of the nearby building. He groaned and slid to the ground. A dull ache set into his head. That must've been what had hit the wall hardest.

"Oh yes, inferior." Fye heard a chuckle, "That's okay, your miserable life will come to an end quickly." Fye's eyes opened to see a blurry figure reach out and place his hand to his forehead. Fye closed his eyes, at least it would be painless...

There was a cracking noise and the touch left. "Don't touch him!" A voice yelled angrily. Fye opened his eyes again and saw a different, less blurry figure. It was the victim! A closer look and Fye saw that the victim had tanned skin, black hair, and red eyes. He was holding a broken suitcase. That must've been what had knocked the other F.A.I. away.

The man looked at him fiercely at first and then held out his hand. "Hurry, do what you have to before he can get up."

Fye quickly took the hand and pulled himself to his feet and shook his head in hopes to clear his vision. To his right his target stirred and the victim stomped his foot on his back to keep him down. "Hurry!"

Fye nodded placing his hand onto the F.A.I's head. The man beneath them struggled, but the victim's foot somehow managed to keep him down. One second, two seconds, three seconds. Fye kept his hand there for a moment more just to make sure he'd counted right and then pulled back. The victim didn't though, he kept his foot there until the target completely stopped moving, stopped breathing, and died.

Fye and the victim stared at the body for a moment before Fye spoke. "Thank you."

The red-eyed man looked at him now, "Yuui, where-" Fye cut the man off, not with words, but by pointing a pistol to his head.

Fye smiled softly. "Thank you. I'm sorry, but I have my orders. Do not run, or I will shoot, and I will not miss."

"What will you do if I don't run?"

"I suppose telling you won't hurt. I'm just going to erase your memories. I hoped you'd stay asleep so I wouldn't have to."

"I was never asleep, I was pretending." Fye frowned and the man put his hand to Fye's wrist holding it tightly as if to tell him to take it away. "I won't run."

"Okay. Good. I'm glad you understand." Fye yanked his wrist out of the man's grasp and put two fingers to the man's forehead. "This won't hurt." Fye closed his eyes to activate the power to take away the memories of the last few minutes from the victim but pain exploded in his head and his systems defaulted and failed, turning off. As his eyes opened widely the gold faded away into blue. The pistol dropped from his hand and he started to fall as he felt consciousness slip away from him. It all faded into nothingness.

Fye sat up. He almost hit his head against the roof of a car..his car. This was what first sunk in. The second thing that sunk in was that he was eye to eye with the victim. The third thing that sunk in was that the victim was sitting on his knees. "Agh!" Fye jerked back and did hit his head on the car door. "What are you?! Some kind of rapist?!"

"Do you not recognize me?"

"Why would I recognize you?" Fye frowned as he rubbed his head. "How did I get in my car?"

"Oh good, it was your car..I always pictured you as having a nice blue one when you got the money..where are your keys? I've searched your pockets, your jacket, and various places in here, but I can't find them."

"You are some kind of rapist! Or at least a pervert!"

"You really don't remember me Yuui?"

"Yuui? I'm Fye!"

The man's face faltered and the frown that had been there was replaced by a look of momentary sadness. "I see. I'm sorry, you two really do look exactly alike. How is he?"

"Who?"

"Yuui."

"I don't know a Yuui."

The man frowned. "But you were-"

Fye shook his head. "Look, I don't know you, I don't care. Get out of my car, I need to get home. Before the police get here..you should leave too. I just need to show them my license to avoid trouble, but I doubt you're an assassin."

"You're right, we should leave. However you hit your head really hard during that fight. That's why you passed out. You shouldn't be driving. So tell me, where are your keys?"

Fye glared at the man, this was becoming an nuisance, but they did need to get out of here and he had a hunch that the man wouldn't get off his knees until he told him. "In the glove box."

"Figures. The one place I didn't look is where they are." The man got out of the back seat of the car and into the front seat. He spoke as he rummaged through the glove box, pulling the keys out. "By the way, my name is Kurogane. I'd ask if Yuui ever mentioned me but since you claim to not know a Yuui."

"I don't know a Yuui. I only know myself and a few other select people that I don't like to name." Fye sat up straight in his seat and went to get out so he could get in the front seat and supervise what 'Kurogane' was doing in his car, but the moment he tried his head got very dizzy and he was forced back into the laying position he'd been in. "I don't suppose you know where I live, do you Kurogane?"

"Nope, don't care either. We're going to my house."

"Oh great, the pervert is taking it a step further."

"I'm not a pervert! I'm just trying to help you! It's what I do."

"Help poor defenseless blond assassins?"

"I'm a doctor. I just people in general."

Fye blinked and chuckled to himself as he tried to picture this man with a stethoscope and a sympathetic look on his face as he told someone what was wrong with them, it didn't work. "I see."

"Sleep. It's the best thing for your head. I promise you're clothes will still be intact when you wake up."

Fye chuckled more. "I'm sorry Kurogane, it's just the impression you left by the position you were in when I woke up just screams pervert to me."

"Just sleep Fye. We'll talk when you wake up."

"I do suppose you have a lot of questions, but I still have to erase your memory."

"Won't hurt to tell me first."

Fye closed his eyes and shrugged as he heard the engine start up into a dull purring noise. "I suppose not." Kurogane didn't speak again, which made sense since he wanted Fye to sleep again. Fye felt the car lurch forward and go down the street. It was comforting in it's own way. Fye wondered exactly what was comforting. Was it that he was really that tired? Was it the hum of the engine? Was it the gentle rocking of the car as it moved? Or was it that he wasn't alone like he always felt he was? He didn't know, but something about the situation was so calming and warm to him that he quickly fell into a deep sleep despite the small cramped space in the car.