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Author's Note: I noticed that it contains a lot of mistakes! Edit! Edit! Edit!

Warning:assassination, romance, murder, rivals, drama, dark, yaoi, AU, OOC

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King of Death

Summary

Ryoma's mother abandoned him at a young age, leaving him with a cruel abusive father. At the age of 9 his father attempts to kill him, but he ends up killing him. He is then later sent to a mental hospital and there he meets Tezuka, a mob boss and leader of the organization, Seiten. He free's him in order for him to work for him as an assassin. As his training progressed, he created an alter ego named Kira that takes over him when he is needed to kill.

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Chapter 2

Target confirmed, I thought as my gazed locked with Yuuta's. He was a high school dropout, age 16. I took off my mask and smiled at his terrified face. I pointed my gun at his forehead. Tears streamed down his face as I clicked off the safety

"Please...please don't kill me." He said shaking, I started laughing and he flinched.

"This is what you get for betraying Seiten." I said, getting ready to pull the trigger, but before I got the chance something slammed into my side, I stumbled and almost lost my balance. I turned and pointed my gun at the intruder, and of course it was Yuuta. He smiled and pointed his gun at me.

"Drop your weapon."

"Okay." I said grinning.

I set down the weapon, but grabbed a knife from my boot and threw it at his head. He barely dodged it, and before he knew it I already jumped on top on him, pinning him to the ground. I pressed my forearm against his throat, momentarily suffocating him. I grabbed the gun that Yuuta had earlier and shot Yuuta point blank in the forehead. I got up and smiled.

"I win."

"Pretty impressive," He said nodding, "You know I remember when you first came, and you were scared to even pick up a gun." I frowned slightly.

"I-I don't remember." I said glancing away.

"Well it doesn't matter anymore, you're strong now and that's all that matters."

"Yeah...I guess so."

I don't remember a lot about the life I had before I actually started working for Tezuka, but I guess it doesn't matter. But I have this nagging feeling like I'm forgetting something important...someone important. It's better this way...right? If I were unable to perform my duties as a worker for Seiten they would kill me.

But would that really be a bad thing? If they killed me they would just be erasing another monster in this world. Wouldn't that be a good thing? I mean what's so good about a person that lives for taking the lives of other people?

"Kira...hey were home." Yuuta said shaking my shoulders.

"Huh, oh yeah." I said snapping out of my thoughts.

What does it matter if I'm a monster or not, I just have to do what I have to survive. But why do I need to survive again?

"You looked deep in thought, were you think about how you were going to confess your love for me?" He said laughing.

How unusual, I didn't even realize that the car stopped in front of the house. I got out of the car quickly and started walking up the long drive way. Yuuta grabbed my hand and turned me so I was facing him.

"Is something wrong?" Yuuta asked leaning forward. His eyes were a beautiful light blue...almost like the color of clear sky. I couldn't stop staring at them, they were just so intoxicating.

"No, I'm fine," I said faking a smile, "Let's go on inside, okay?" He nodded and we walked into the house. We didn't talk after that and I just went into my room.

It's amazing how I easily I can fake a laugh and a smile now a days. I remember when I was younger I could never even tell the tiniest little white lie.

Where did that come from? I shook my head, trying to forget the past. Just forget about the past and look forward to the future. But what does the future hold? Me killing more and more people, staining my hands with crimson blood? I sighed and rolled over onto my back.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I guess I should stop thinking about that. But really, what else is there to think about? The past, the past in which I killed my father? My father...he tried to kill me. I still remember that look he had in his eyes...this sort of crazed desperate look in his brown eyes as he walked toward me with the kitchen knife in his hand. I clenched my fists as the memory came back to me.

"Dad, dad what are you doing." I asked, backing away as he came closer to me holding the knife in one hand and a bottle in the other. His dark brown eyes were wide open and he threw the bottle at my head, I ducked, but some of the shattered glass cut my face.

"Maybe, just maybe if I get rid of you she'll come back. I m-mean she has to right? You're the reason she left." He gripped the knife tighter and slowly walked towards me, he stumbled slightly but regained his balance and continued to pursue me.

"Syuusuke help me!" I shouted.

Mommy, I'm scared, what do I do? Syuusuke...help...you promised you would always protect me right, please save me...I don't want to die.

I cried softly and continue to back away from him. My back bumped the wall. I turned slightly and realized I trapped myself in a corner. He grinned and lifted up the knife, before I even knew what I was doing I ran up to him a pushed him. In the drunken state he was he lost his balance easily and fell backwards. He dropped the knife and I grabbed it.Just like you told me Syuusuke, we might get to become a family after all...just like you promised.

Before I realized it dad had already gotten up and grabbed my neck. He started choking me...slowly suffocating me to death. He forced me down onto my knees, I started seeing black dots...I was losing consciousness...but what do I do?

The knife...I still have the knife, I thought suddenly. I raised it slightly ready to stab him but I hesitated. Could I really stab him...he's my dad?

The black dots started getting bigger and bigger. I have to make a choice my life, or his.I chose mine. I stabbed him, and stabbed him. I didn't stop I couldn't stop. All I knew was that I had to survive.

When I finally realized he was dead his blood was everywhere. I was shaking and crying, that was the moment the police broke down my door and flooded into my living room. But I barely noticed, I couldn't stop staring at dad...he was...dead because of me...I killed him. I looked down at my hands...they were red...daddy's blood is on my hands. I started laughing. It's a dream right, daddy's still alive, right? Tears started pouring down my cheeks as I continued to laugh. It was a scary sound...

"What happened here, what's your name?" A police officer said shaking my shoulders.

They took me away after that, yeah that's right, then they sent me to a therapist...and that therapist sent me to the mental hospital. They kept me in isolation for six straight months. They drugged me up so much that I barely understood what was going on. I don't really remember much about my time there, all I remember is that I kept screaming for Syuusuke...but who's that? Didn't I also call out for him right before dad attacked me too?

Syuusuke...who are you? Why did I call out for you? You have to be someone important right? There must've been a reason I called out for you, do I love you, do you actually love me? I started laughing hysterically at the thought of someone loving me. Like anyone could love me, I'm a monster remember. Kill or be killed, rule number four.

I stood up and shook my head. I doesn't matter who Syuusuke is, he can't be that important if I can't even remember him. I walked over to the mirror and stared at my reflection. It's funny how looks are so deceiving. When you look at me all you see is a pretty boy with a innocent face. I had messed up green-black hair with longer front bangs. I was pale, with large cat-like golden eyes. I had long dark eye lashes, with a small nose and pink lips. I smiled into the mirror.

Who could of guess that behind the pretty features was a psychopath. I laughed harder. You know all killers are psychopaths, but not all psychopaths are killers. I guess I'm just special.

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That's it for chapter 3. Hope you'll like it.