Hello readers! Fair heads up, this is probably the shortest chapter I'll ever write. I just wanted this chapter to be about one thing and about one character. Anyway, I'm sorry this chapter is long over due, but apparently I have been more busy than I anticipated. I barely got any computer time this past week, and when I sat down to write, I got kicked out of the computer -.-

Anyway, aside from that mini vent, I have some announcements to make. I was to point something out that I should've done a long time ago. As I said before, this story was based on another one by a writer named LeafxGreenx3. Her story is called "Of Bandits and Assassins" I tried my hardest to make them seem different, but I had some people tell me they're very alike. LeafxGreenx3 has been really nice to me, and I never told her thanks for allowing me to write a story similar to hers.

So, LeafxGreenx3, thanks. Thank you for allowing me to write this story and thanks for the inspiration. You deserve most of the credit for this story, and I'm sorry that I didn't give you the thanks earlier. I'm also sorry that your story and mine seem to be way to similar. You're a great writer. I'm also deeply sorry if I made you mad by anyway possible. Truly, I am.

Anyways, I hope you guys can forgive me for my tardiness and for making this story a little too similar towards LeafxGreenx3's. I'll be making sure this story will be different. Hope you enjoy this mini-chapter :)

Leaf's POV

'Stupid Jessie' –Stab- 'Stupid Mission' –Thrust- 'Stupid Drew!' –Slashes-

After Jessie royally kicked me out of the meeting, I didn't feeling like moping like a rag doll on a hot day. As soon as I closed the door behind me, I ran through the maze of black hallways and grey rooms until I finally made it to this stupid practice area. Surprisingly, taking off straw dummies' heads off with my Gunblade, Blazefire, is really relaxing. It helps me vent all the ruthless anger I usually don't have. There are only two people in the entire universe who know how to push the wrong buttons: Jessie and Drew.

Jessie is a mystery. Ever since I could remember, she hated me, which is safe to say she hated me ever since I was five when I started this Assassin job. Jessie always glared at me like I was devil's spawn and looked at Drew as if he was walking gold.

'Drew.' Ugh, why does he have to be so damn perfect? He has it all for an assassin: sharp tongue, clever brain, and he's easy on the eyes too. I'm not jealous of Grass Head, nor do I like him in anyway other than being his friend, but Drew just loves to point out how much people like him and how he has Jessie wrapped around his finger.

As I turned around to take out another dummy, I noticed I wasn't alone.

'Great,' I thought, 'another person who I hate as much as Jessie…'

At the doorway stood a girl who was a foot shorter than me, but makes up for it in her attitude problems. She has weird purple-ish hair that reaches a bit past her shoulders and dark blue eyes. She's wearing the same training outfit as every other Assassin, but her wristbands are yellow.

Her name is Erica, and if she wasn't one of Jessie's favorite Assassins and next in line to become a part of B-Squad, I would've killed her in a dark alley already.

Erica gave me one of her smirks and said, "Ah, look what we have here. Did little Leafy get kicked out of a meeting again?"

He laughed her high-pitched laugh, which caused my eardrums to almost explode. Annoying girl+ Super Powered Voice= Headache.

I rolled my eyes at the little wench, "What do you want. I'm in the middle of training."

"Well, sorry to interrupt, "Erica replied, "But I came here to tell anyone training to get out because the nominees for B-Squad are going to practice before their test tomorrow."

She laughed again, and it felt like my ears were bleeding by the time she stopped. I gave her my 50% glare and spat, "Okay whatever, but just because you're going to get promoted doesn't mean you're the best yet. You still have a long way to go."

I folded my Gunblade back to its gun form and placed it into its pack. As I walked by her, I purposefully bumped my shoulder into her. But instead of walking into the training area like she should've done, she walked up next to me.

I glared at her and she said, "Just face it. Your days as an élite member of the Assassins are numbered, and before you know it, I'll be taking your place."

She smiled evilly at me, but before I could get my weapon out, I stopped. I smiled sweetly at her as she stopped in front of me, giving me her deluxe death glare. "How's Joshua doing?"

Her eye narrowed as she breathed, "Don't. You. Dare."

I laughed my best mocking laugh, "Oh yeah, that's right! He doesn't even know about your pathetic existence."

I swear, if looks could kill. Erica's pathetic response was, "He will soon."

"Oh please, Joshua's not into the slutty type."

Looks like I hit a nerve. Her eyes narrowed so much that she had the look of a scared goat or an angered cat. As quick as lighting, she pulled out her daggers and tried to stab me through the throat. However, I was quicker. I pulled out Blazefire and parried her attack. I pushed her back and Blazefire grazed her arm, leaving her with a deep enough cut. As she tried to recover from that injury, I flipped Blazefire into its gun form and Erica stood still.

Her eyes still narrowed with hate as she said, "You'll pay for this. You'll pay for everything."

I kept Blazefire out and pointed at her as I walked past. I stopped a bit behind her and retorted, "Keep dreaming."

I put away Blazefire and walked down the corridor to the left and as I walked away, I allowed a smirk to rest upon my face.

Yeah, this chapter is way to short, but oh well. Some is better than none. Hopefully, I'll have the next chapter up in two week's time, or if I'm lucky enough, I'll have the next chapter up by the end of this week. Please review, they make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Hahaha, see you guys later.