Innya held onto her brother carefully, gently playing with the locks of his long brown hair. Footsteps could be heard coming up from behind her, and Innya turned around sharply, holding her brother with one hand and pulling out her gun with the other. A soft gasp was heard, and Innya cocked the gun to shoot.

"Innya." Aysu said, an almost unnoticeable tone of worry in her voice, "Innya, put the gun down." Aysu still had the brunette as a hostage, holding him in front of her with the blade to his neck. Innya's eyes widened with anger and fear at the sight of the familiar brunette.

"Y-You killed my brother!" Innya growled. Her eyes shone over with anger and insanity, "you killed him!"

"No! We can explain-" Sakura objected.

"How about this. Me killing him now, and taking questions and excuses later." Innya glared, and a loud shot rang out, followed by a thump. Aysu slid back from the impact force of the bullet, blood running from her shoulder. Empty clicks were heard as Innya continued to pull the trigger to the empty gun. Innya slid to the ground slowly, tears beginning to trace her cheeks.

"Calm down." Aysu growled through clenched teeth, "You're worthless emotional. You can't even hit a simple target."

"Shut up! I'm not worthless!" Innya screamed, as she threw the gun at Aysu due to the lack of ammo. The gun hit the ground before it reached Aysu and slid to her feet.

"Poor thing." Sakura murmured.

"Shut-up! I AM NOT A POOR ANYTHING!" Innya yelled, standing up quickly while still holding the boy in her arms. Some of the boys hair, that was identical to Innya`s, but stuck together with blood, slid down over her arm.

"Innya, sit down. Calm down." Aysu tried.

"Make me!" Innya screamed, holding her brother tighter.

"Innya." Aysu said, more firmly, knowing how dangerous Innya was when she was in her right mind; but with Innya in this state it could be really dangerous to everybody, including Innya. Also, Innya used a variety of bullets, including poisoned and explosive. 'I need to get this thing out of my shoulder.' Aysu thought.

"Just go away!" Innya yelled.

"Innya," Aysu said carelessly, "Do whatever the hell you want to do; just take the bullet out of-" Aysu twitched slightly as she glared at the spot Innya had been moments ago. She turned her glare to the group, "Where?" is all she said. The tall blond pointed to the left with a smile. Aysu's eyebrow twitched slightly and she grabbed Sakura by the collar of her dress and dragged the surprised girl behind her as she ran past the group of men after her friend.

Innya sat down on a fallen tree and glared at the big wall that stood in front of her. Small smoky shafts could be seen over the top of the wall, but it was evident that there wasn't too much damage to the area inside the wall. Aysu ran up from the woods behind Innya panting slightly.

"Innya." Aysu growled annoyed.

"Desya shouldn't have died." Innya said, sounding like she wasn't there; instead, a far corner of her darkened mind. Aysu didn't say anything. "He was so nice, he never hurt a soul! He even defied society for me!" Innya played with her brother's hair as she thought back to her childhood.

(A cold snowy day; Innya and Desya are around seven)

"Innya! What happened to your hair?" Desya gasped as he stared at his sister's butchered haircut.

"You're my twin, so I want to look like you." Innya looked to the side, embarrassed, "But it's not proper for boys to have long hair so..."

"But girls shouldn't have short hair!" Desya laughed. Innya huffed; if she looked like a boy maybe her father wouldn't marry her off to some rich guy that's way too old for her. "Okay, how about this: We'll grow our hair to the lower back." Desya suggested as he looked for scissors to fix his sister's hair.

"But that's too long for a boy!" Innya objected.

"We've already swapped roles, I'd make a better house wi- husband. And you'd make a better assassin than me. Who cares about me when I won't be accepted anyways? Now sit down and let me fix that sad excuse for a haircut." Desya chuckled.

"Hey! I did that myself!" Innya whined.

"I can tell." Desya grinned.

"HEY!"

"Yea..." Aysu said. The large group ran up behind Aysu.

"Let Princess Sakura go!" The brunette boy yelled, panting slightly. Innya glared at him and pulled out her second gun; but the gun was removed from her hands in one swift, gentle movement by the tall blond man who stood behind her. He smiled down at her and she glared in return.

"I'm sorry about your brother, I truly am. But Syaoran didn't kill him!" Sakura cried out.

"It was him!" Innya yelled, tears returning to her eyes, "I saw it! I watched my brother get killed by him!"

"Impossible. I apologise, but I believe we were with your friend the entire time, were we not, Miss?" The tall blond said.

"They were, Innya, I don't know who killed Desya." Aysu frowned.

"That's... impossible. I saw it. It was him! It looked just like him!" Innya pointed a trembling finger towards Syaoran.

"No! Syaoran wouldn't hurt anyone!" Sakura objected.

"Innya, he was with me... I had Blackie's sword to his throat. It couldn't be him." Aysu said, with a frown.

"HEY! The name's Kurogane! Not 'Blackie'" the dark man yelled. "And we already told you who it was dammit!"

"Yes, because we all know how people have random copies of themselves running around terrorising innocent assassins." Aysu said sarcastically, "Honestly, do you take us for fools?"

"Aysu..." Innya murmured solemnly, "Step over here. I need to take that out within the next 40 seconds." Aysu wasted no time in getting over to her companion. Innya pulled out two long ominous looking acupuncture needles and Aysu sat in front of her friend, who was quick to remove the bullet from the wound. Not even a second later a high pitched 'squeal' came from the bullet that had been removed. Innya kicked Aysu away and closed her hands around the bullet tightly. A muffled 'Bang' was heard and Innya flinched. She opened her hands and several bullet fragments fell to the ground. Innya frowned at the shredded skin.

(In a small, dimly lit room an eleven year old Innya sits at a desk with various elements that sit in test tubes on the tray in front of her; also, vials of blood in a separate rack.)

Innya picked up one of the blood-filled vials gingerly. With her open hand she reached for a metallic, silvery element that had a putrid smell. She carefully tipped the sample of the metal into the vile of blood and the reaction was immediate. The vile heated up and exploded in her hands with a loud 'Bang'. Innya whimpered slightly from the pain.

"Innya!" Desya called from at the top of the stairs. Innya tried to hide her hands as she heard footsteps come towards her, "Innya! What did you do? Are you okay?" Desya gasped to his sister. He glimpsed at her hands and sighed. "Innya..."

"Brother! I found the right one!" Innya grinned, holding out her hands to her twin who grabbed some bandages from the shelf. He sighed and ran his hand through his shoulder-length brown hair.

"What am I going to do with you?" he grimaced as he began to pull the glass from his sister's hands carefully.

"That was just plain stupid." Aysu muttered.

"Hm?" Innya looked to Aysu, "Better my hands then your shoulder. I'll just bandage them up." Aysu smirked. Innya sadly smiled back. Aysu turned to face the tall wall, and frowned.

"Innya." Was all Aysu said.

"You noticed too." Innya's sad smile turned into a sadistic one. There was silence for a few seconds. "Only my cousin knew that Desya had my mother Heirloom, that feather."

"I'm not going in there. That's not anything more than suicide. Don't ever kill out of personal sentiment, there is no reward." Aysu stated dryly.

"But it'll be easy! All we have to do is-" Innya was cut off.

"No." Aysu said finality in her tone.

"Fine," Innya said with a cocky smirk. She stood up and looked Aysu in the eyes.

"You're going to be killed." Aysu bluntly stated.

"Will I?" Innya asked with a naive, but fake, smile.

"You're crazy." Aysu frowned.

"Am I?" Innya asked, as she closed her eyes to create a picture of innocent naivety, to cover up the sadistic insanity that was now her mind.

"Yes." Aysu muttered.

"I'm still going." Innya said, reaching down and picking up the corpse that she hadn't let out of her site.

"My point proven." Aysu sighed.

"My gun?" Aysu tossed it over to Innya, who easily caught it and put it away. She then turned towards the tall blond. She walked up to him, smiled, and took the gun back. "See ya!" Innya said with a wave over her shoulder, blood still dripping from her hands still, as she disappeared into the forest.