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Last time

"I never met your mother," he whispered. Then his lips crashed onto hers.

The kiss was amazing, incredible. His lips were so soft and Tobi was gentle, as if he were afraid to indulge. It was nice to know I wasn't kissing my dad, too. I closed my eyes, applied a bit of pressure and, suddenly, he had me pushed back against the heart-shaped pillow. My arms acted of their own accord and looped themselves around his neck with my hands buried in his spiked hair. Little snowflakes floated above us, seeming to come from nowhere. I smiled into the kiss; this was even better than that make-out session I had with Jeremy Vane in middle school.

Then, all of a sudden, he pulled away. I heard him leave the bed, though how was a mystery; the sound was almost imperceptible.

I propped myself up on my elbows to look at him. He stood a few feet away, poofing weapons back into scrolls. I sighed, letting myself drop down again. It was nice while it lasted. The kiss was one of those mind-numbing kisses that they describe in books. I've realized how little detail those books actually had.

"We have to go," Tobi said shortly, glancing at my still figure. The air around me grew cold.

I sat up and scoffed. "So you kiss me and then leave me right in the middle of it. What next? You gonna pretend like it never happened?"

Tobi looked genuinely surprised. Then he chuckled and walked back towards me, laying a hand on my cheek and kissing me gently.

"I love that about you; that fiery attitude, of yours," he told me warmly, making me blush. Everyone back home hated my attitude. "Anyways, I just remembered we still have a mission."

I groaned as I fell back against the fluffy pillows. With the whole ordeal we had, I had completely forgotten about that I was a hitman for the time being.

"Can't you just do it?" I asked, sounding pitiful, "Where I come from, people don't just…"

I trailed off, knowing that people do murder jobs everyday; even for fun. Shivering a little, I curled up into a ball, ignoring the pain in my stomach.

Tobi laid a hand on my head. "Just don't think about it. The only thing you have to do is get the job done."

I nodded slightly, making some hair fall in my face. Before I had a chance to move it, Tobi swiped it away. My heart started to beat rapidly; that simple action felt so intimate. I felt my face heat up rapidly and heard Tobi chuckle.

"I went and got you some clothes while you were asleep," he told me, "They're in the bathroom. I suggest you get ready soon."

I was out of the bed in a flash and in the bathroom. The door slammed behind me and I leaned heavily against it. What was I going to do?

Tobi led me through the streets of the foreign town towards the grungier parts of town. I really didn't care, though. I was just relishing the feel of clean—clean teeth, clean hair, clean clothes….clean everything. I did hesitate a little though when he started down a beyond filthy alley that almost made me gag. It was worse than the alley that Akuma trapped me in.

I quickly jogged to Tobi's side when he showed no signs of waiting. Might've helped to have paid attention to where I was going, though. Tobi had stopped and, before I realized it (I was looking down at ground, okay?), I ran smack into his back. Let me tell you; it wasn't a soft impact.

"Oww," I groaned, rubbing my head and ass. I saw the masked man look down at me and I imagined he probably had a bemused expression on his face. I glared indignantly up at him. The whole effect of looking mean was shattered, though, when something wet seeped into the seat of my pants. I yelped, jumping up and brushing off whatever was there. Tobi was chuckling now (he does that a lot, doesn't he?). I glared again, hoping to get the 'if-looks-could-kill' effect.

"If you're done making faces," Tobi says calmly, "I'd like to proceed with the mission."

Grumbling, I felt a small raincloud form above my head and sprinkle rain on my head, effectively relaying my emotions. In truth, my feelings were a tad bit more complicated than just an emo cloud. Fear, anger, annoyance…Just to name a few.

I was not prepared for what happened next. There I was, sorting out my feelings, and then suddenly, I was whisked off the ground by our own masked wonder. I screamed at the top of my lungs, clutching his neck for dear life. And when Tobi touched down on the roof of the building adjacent to the alley, he didn't stop. He'd jump again and again on the roofs, each building getting higher. The whole ordeal couldn't have lasted more than a minute, but it felt like forever. And the outcome? A fear of heights.

We finally stopped on a medium-sized business office. The view wasn't as impressive as, say, the one on Sears Tower ought to be, but still pretty. My head started drifting up towards the sky, but Tobi prevented me from cloud watching. He laid a hand on my head and turned me around to face him. His mask was on the side of his head now, showing me his gorgeous face.

"Showtime, alright?" he said, keeping his hand on my head, "I can feel his chakra coming from the third floor. You're going to go through the door over there—" Tobi pointed to the fire escape thing (why were there fire escape on the roof?)—"And down. Strike down anyone who comes into your path. If you get hurt though, don't hesitate to scream. I'll be there in a heartbeat."

This would've seemed corny a week ago, but knowing what he's capable of (and probably others are, too), it just…I don't know. I liked the feeling it gave me when he said that. My eyebrows knitted together as I realized something.

"So you're not coming with me?" I asked. I felt a pang of pure terror before it subsided to just worry.

He sighed. "No. But I'll be here in case you need me."

That was to know; honestly. But I still didn't know if I'd be able to kill the guy and anyone who crossed me when I came to them. A piece of advice my mom had one given me floated into my mind.

"Picture them in their underwear."

Which I guess would mean, picture them in the most degrading way possible. Which still wouldn't get me anywhere.

"Imagine they're her," Tobi whispered and slipped a knife into my hand. I closed my eyes and thought of the demon. Hatred clouded my judgment.

I felt ready.

Urm, yeah. I just realized that in chapter…11, Akuma got her hand chopped off and Avery didn't. I have a good reason for that. Put in your review if you would like to know ^^ Still working out the kinks in my reason…Anyways, sorry for suckiness, extreme lateness, and other stuff ^^ Remember to review! Also, any idea's you want in the story must be told to me first x3 That is, if you have idea's…Unlike me….