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Bold indicate words spoken in English.

April 18th 2004

It was a day to be forever remembered! The first time that I have seen blood after my rebirth… The first time that I've seen corpse. It was the turning point of my life, and I knew it. The culprit was no original person. He was a pro… the member of the shadow that I knew was lurking around in Japan.

Hattori Akiya

It was raining. The sky was grey with thunder clouds and the cold breeze blow across the pedestrians' faces. All of them wanted to go home immediately. Our protagonist, Hattori Akiya included. Even though the raindrops were still small, but who knew when it would evolve into an incredible storm?

Akiya had a bad feeling. Even worse, his gut feeling was never wrong. Even though it was not scientifically confirmed, but the weather tends to foreshadowing something. Maybe… a storm was truly coming? After four years of peaceful life?

The expired assassin looked a bit taller than normal kids. Even though he was only four, his height and the maturity of his facial expression can easily make people mistaken him as a six-year-old, a rather extraordinary six-year-old.

FBI!? Akiya stared at a man who just passed him. There's no mistake! The smell! It had to be FBI!

One of the reasons that Akiya was rather famous among the assassination world is because he could identify people by their smell and sense whether a person was lying by listening to one's heart beat. According to his old boss, his ability was almost super-power like.

The FBI officer was an American man around the age of forty. His eyes scanned the surrounding as if looking for someone. It would look like a foreigner trying to find his way back to the hotel, but Akiya knew better. The element of alarm… caution… and the man's nimble posture indicate he was a FBI, a FBI on mission.

Why were they in Japan? Wasn't it a little bit out of their authoritative region?

Akiya looked back at the leaving figure through the corner of his eyes. Something in his pocket? That shape… the shape that Akiya knew too well of… was a gun.

The brown-haired boy took a deep breath and continued walking as if nothing happened. I am only a kid! A kid! I am not an assassin anymore! It doesn't matter what the FBI are doing here… It shouldn't be anything against the law anyways.

Another smell emerged from behind the scent of rain, so out of place among the freshness of the water. There it was, a smell that Akiya could never forget, the smell of blood, and, along with it, the smell of gun powder. Such a dangerous combination, he thought.

Another mental argument started. Should he go and check? But he was currently only a kid, a four year old kid who didn't even go to elementary school. What could he do even if he went there? Would the police even believe in him if he called? Someone stronger and more credible could take care of the matter. Akiya was sure that crime wouldn't be committed so concealed in the middle of city.

Akiya instantly laughed at the thought. Couldn't? Back when he was an assassin, he killed people in the middle of a crowd all the time. It seemed risky, but surprisingly safe. Since when did he start to forget something as simple as that?

Maybe he should go. Someone might be seriously hurt and he vowed to save as many people as he can the day he was born.

The foreigner emerged in Akiya's sight once again. One hand was holding an umbrella, another with a map. Was he walking back and forth on this street?

FBI… Blood… Gunshot… It might not be an ordinary case at all.

"Excuse me, sir." Akiya spoke in perfect English.

The FBI stopped in his track and bent down: "What's wrong."

Akiya paused. How was he supposed to explain this to him? A kid could smell blood that was from meters away? If he called the police without actually seeing the crime, even his father would not believe him. But it would be too dangerous if he go check on the situation by himself.

"Sir. Are you a bad guy?" Akiya asked.

"No. Why ask? Do I look like a bad guy?" The man said with a nervous smile.

"Not really…" Akiya replied, "It just that you are carrying a gun… and I have never seen you among the police. My dad is the chief of Osaka Police department, so I think I should ask."

The man opened his mouth but no sound came out. None of his training taught him what to do in this situation. Of course, nobody would expect such a young kid to be able to tell whether someone was carrying a gun just by a bulge in his pocket.

"Um…" The man tried again, "You must have mistaken something, I don't have a gun."

"Show me what's in your pocket then. Daddy said lying is not a good thing." Akiya said with the mist innocent face he could, "But I won't tell anyone if you come with me."

The man frowned and murmured something into his ear piece, asking for permission perhaps.

A few second later, he stood up and said: "Sure! But I am busy, so please make it quick."

"Defiantly!" Akiya smiled.

April 18th 2004

I took the FBI agent and followed the trail of blood. It was not that far, but I couldn't hear any heart beats. No… There was one, but it was slow and shallow. Not the kind that was dying, but the kind that was trying to hide his presence.

Hattori Akiya

"Where are you taking me?" After four minutes of walking, the FBI agent got suspicious.

"You will know when you are there." Akiya grinned.

Was it possible that some sort of criminal used how people usually let their guards down in front of children and was luring him into a trap? The man watched Akiya's face carefully. It was very natural, without any hints of nervousness. If the boy was ordered by someone, he should be a least a little bit afraid. The FBI agent smoothed his beating heart and continued to follow Akiya.

Akiya winced as the smell of blood got stronger. In front of him, there was a dark alley. The trees that were growing on the sides prevent light from penetrating through.

After all these years of living in Osaka, it was the first time that Akiya had ever seen such a place. He gasped a little and walked in.

"Are you sure…"

"Shhhh!" Akiya murmured, giving the FBI agent a warning look and pointed toward the depth of the alley.

The man frowned, but decided to listen. He tip toed through the long grass until two shadow came into his vision. His training and instincts told him to grab the little boy's shoulder and pulled him back. Throwing the umbrella and the map on the sidewalk, his hand reached for his gun.

"Wait a second." Akiya whispered, "Don't move."

The FBI Agent eyed the four-year-old and but stayed put.

Lurking in the shadow, a short muscular figure was kneeling beside a limped body. The man's eyes widened. Not because of the fact that a middle aged man was laying in a large pool of blood, but by the fact that the large man was someone he knew, from a picture in his mission booklet. Vodka!

Akiya glanced at the older man and smiled: Just as I thought. It was related FBI's mission.

Noticing the abnormal movement on the side, the short man stood up. His swirled around with suspicion.

The FBI agent jumped around the corner with his fast reflex, leaving Akiya, who was still deep in thoughts exposed to the spotlight. He realized his mistake instantly and attempted to reach for the younger boy, but Vodka was within one meter in distance. If he moved now, then, both he and Akiya would be discovered. However, if he didn't do anything, it would be the same as risking someone else's life to save his own.

If Vodka was the only one here, the matter would be simple. Nevertheless, according to FBI's information, wherever Vodka was, Gin must be near. The FBI agent had no confidence in winning Gin, especially since he was currently in the dark, possibly observing everything that was going on.

"Sector 345, point 45, in the alley on the right. I eyeballed Vodka. One injury, death on confirmed. Kid in danger. Help needed. Over!" He whispered into his communication device.

A calm voice sounded from his earpiece: "We will be there in around two minutes. Try to hold off Vodka until then. Protect the kid. We put a child's life in danger."

"Roger!"

"What are you doing here! Brat." Vodka seized Akiya's back collar and pulled his up so he was at eyelevel.

Akiya inhaled deeply and silently blamed how dull he had become over four years. "I… I am sorry. I thought I smelled something weird… so I came to take a look."

The FBI agent took out his gun, tensed his shoulder muscle and stabled his silencer. He aimed at Vodka's shoulder and pressed one finger on the trigger.

Vodka scanned the bloody body and threatened Akiya: "You saw that, right?"

Akiya had no choice but to nod. Nobody would believe him if he said 'no'. After all, the body was quite large in size.

Vodka's face darkened as he pulled out a gun. The cold metal felt especially sharp as it was pressed against Akiya's forehead.

If Akiya was a little bit taller, a little bit older, he might be able to escape the danger. However, with a four-year-old's body, it was unlikely that he could escape the large man's hands, especially with a gun so close to his head. Am I going to die already?

He couldn't blame the FBI agent. As a secretive worker, Akiya understand the man's worries. If he was in the same situation, he would have done the same thing, hide himseld and examine scenario until he had a plan to minimize the lost.

Akiya stared at Vodka. His eyes were bright and fearless. If he was going to die, he should pass on like a man.

Suddenly, a bullet flew past Akiya's right ear, straight into Vodka's left shoulder. Although, from where the FBI agent fired it, it was impossible to hit his bones (Since Akiya's head was in the way), the pain was enough for him to release Akiya.

With a bullet as the battle call, the narrow dark alley became a war ground between unseen forces. The moment that Akiya landed on his feet, another bullet hit the corner in which the first bullet came from. Then, another one striked the wall beside Akiya's right ear. The sound of metal hitting stone and semi explosion made him temperately deaf on one side.

"I have to take cover!"

The seemingly young boy covered his head with his hands and leaped toward a trash dump on the far right. It took a few steps, but the gun battle went on as if he wasn't there. For the criminals, the FBI was a much bigger threat. As long as they remembered Akiya's appearance, they could always eliminate him later.

Akiya crawled even deeper into the alley, wondering if he could get out with the help of boxes and trashes.

The shots slowed down. Almost all of them were from the FBI's hiding direction. The brown-haired child stopped what he was doing and listened. There were five heartbeats, and one of them was diminishing. He turned back and found Vodka gone; only leaving a flashing metal device, with a countdown of one minute.

The boy narrowed his eyes. Destroying all the evidence after crime… just like what had always been doing before his rebirth. Although he was never an expert at bombs, Akiya knew the basic, such as it was no longer safe to stay in the alley.

The moment he emerged from behind the trashes, a large hand picked him up. The four-year-old looked up and saw the face of the FBI whom he brought to the alley. The men's eyebrows were tightly locked together. He held the boy a little tighter and sprinted toward the exist.

With a large wave of warm air, Akiya felt himself being thrown upward before everything went black.