As the stars shine through the night, Kari turned on her stereo. Letting the light, cool breeze pass into her apartment, Kari popped in her favorite Daft Punk CD called Discovery. By the time the CD got popped right in, her favorite song, "One More Time", began to play. The techno-disco song spread through her apartment through her enormous speakers, letting the music sink into her veins and animate her spirit.

"Man, I just can't get enough of Daft Punk! I wish T.K. was here rather than leave me alone in this apartment. That way, we'd be jammin' to these songs together! And maybe we can get to heat things up a bit..." Kari said to herself, blushing at the thought of having T.K. on top of her in bed and performing the Missionary.

"Hello, Kari...."

Kari heard the unknown, gentle voice in her apartment. Immediately, Kari ran for the dresser near the television. Kari opened the drawer and whipped out her 9mm handgun.

"AWRIGHT, YOU SONUVABITCH! COME OUT RIGHT NOW OR I'M GONNA FIND YOU AND POP ONE RIGHT THROUGH YOUR HEART!" Kari screamed, pointing her gun around wildly while seeking the intruder.

Out of the shadows, a slightly tall, black-haired man dressed in black appeared. Wearing his black sunglasses, the man walked to Kari with a face of coolness. Not knowing what the man wanted, Kari felt a pinch of fear and began to have a difficult time keeping her gun steady on her intruder.

"... You don't need that," the man said gently. When Kari looked down to her gun, she realized that the gun disappeared from her hands. Kari quickly set her eyes on the man again, finding her gun in his hands!

The man dropped the gun.

"Kari, your love needs you more than ever. He's been put into an extremely difficult situation that his older brother has thrown onto his shoulders. Kari Kamiya... T.K. is going to die," the man said. Kari lowered the volume for the stereo.

"... what are you talking about?" Kari asked.

The man stepped a few steps closer to Kari, towering over her.

"Kari, T.K. was assigned to assassinate you. But T.K. experienced something he has never felt before in all his life, and he owes all his thanks to you. Even though Matt Ishida gave him the order, he still won't take your life. Instead..."

He lowered his head, ashamed of what he'll say next.

"...he's going to take his own. Most of his life, T.K. has been hurting inside. More than half the kills he has performed were innocent people, their deaths taking a bite out of his very soul. He didn't realize until it was too late. He tried to repress those memories, but he can't do that anymore. Now he's hurting more than ever before. T.K. believes that the only way he can stop bringing the pain upon himself and those around him is by ending his own life. To him, all those he care about won't be in danger anymore when death comes for him."

Kari shook her head.

"You're lying. I know T.K. better than anybody!" Kari said.

"If you want to know the whole truth, Kari, take my hand. Then, and only then will you know everything," the man said, extending his hand to the lady. At first, Kari stood frozen and only stared at his hand he offered. But a feeling of trust somehow flowed into her mind. Slowly, Kari took his hand.

Kari shut her eyes and seemed to have winced in pain. Kari's hand holding his began to shake uncontrollably. Her breathing began to go out of rhythm.

"No.... that can't be true... T.K.... is the Angel of Death?" Kari asked herself. After a minute of holding his hand, Kari violently broke away from the man's touch. Shaking with great fear and letting out a scream, Kari collapsed onto her knees and turned her face away from the man in black. The man knelt down and tried to help her up.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Kari shouted, overwhelmed by the visions of T.K.'s past thrown right at her in one minute. The man in black helped himself up.

"So now you know the truth. Now you know why he needs your help," the man said. Kari turned her face to the man, feeling a tear forming in her eye as she had in her mind all the years T.K. has suffered through.

"He...he's in so much pain. What kind of a brother can force him to do this?" Kari asked.

"Kari... I did all I could to help him not fall any deeper into the darkness. But now here's the point where not even I can save him. Kari... only your touch can finally soften his heart. You will know when the time is right..."

Kari lowered her head, not realizing how much pain T.K. kept inside all those years.

"I must go now. You will know what to do," the man said.

"Mister, don't go! What must I-"

As she looked up, the man in black vanished.

"...do?" How the man vanished was of no concern to her. What she's concerned about now is how to help T.K. release all the inner demons he has stored inside. She could still remember all the targets he was forced to take down, half of them being innocent people. She could also remember the pain he went through after every assassination of an innocent one. Feeling her heart ache, Kari sat on her sofa and wiped the tears away as she listened to her Daft Punk CD.

"Oh, T.K.... why didn't you tell me? We could have talked about it, you know? I... I have to find him! I have to-"

The doorbell rang.

Kari's heart leapt the instant she heard the doorbell. Quickly, Kari got up and ran for the door. When she opened the door, Kari's eyes were set on a blonde man in black. Eyes hidden by shades, T.K. began to speak.

"Kari... can I come in?" T.K. asked.

"Yes, please," Kari said politely. As T.K. walked in, T.K. took off his trench coat and tried to find the coat hanger.

"Here. Let me hang it for you," Kari said. Kari took the trench coat and hung it for him. Kari turned her eyes on T.K., whose facial expression was that of pure sorrow. Seeing such an expression underneath those shades moved her heart.

"T.K.... is something the matter? Wanna talk about it?" Kari asked. The Daft Punk CD mysteriously changed to the next song called "Something About Us". Kari slowly walked to her beloved, seeing him standing still as a statue and hurting inside.

"Kari... I'm here to say goodbye. And I'm not ever going to see you again," T.K. said quietly.

"But why? We were so happy together, you and I. What is it that's eating you up inside?" Kari asked.

(Please, T.K. Just tell me. Don't keep it inside and let it fester in you. Tell me so you can feel better...)

"You... you just wouldn't understand," T.K. said with a shaky voice. As Kari was about to lay her hand on his shoulder, T.K. took a few steps away from her. T.K. was tired of getting everyone around him killed. Whether it was by his own hands or by the hands of others, innocent human beings, target or not, wounded up dead.

T.K. refused to let Kari be the next.

T.K. recognized the slow song by Daft Punk called "Something About Us." Knowing the lyrics, T.K. turned his back on Kari and decided to sing the lyrics that summarized what he wanted to say to her.

'It might not be the right time
I might not be the right one
But there's something about us I want to say
Cause there's something between us anyway'


Feeling T.K.'s pain through the song, a large tear streamed down her eye and she covered her mouth as her sorrow for T.K. began to grow.

'I might not be the right one
It might not be the right time
But there's something about us I've got to do
Some kind of secret I will share with you'

Singing those lyrics, T.K. slowly drew out the skull dagger and kept it hidden by Kari's eyes.

'I need you more than anything in my life
I want you more than anything in my life'

T.K. saw his reflection on the blade. Keeping the dagger out of Kari's sight, T.K.'s jaw trembled and his heart sank deep as he pictured himself with the dagger in his own heart rather than in Kari's... and feeling that Kari won't have to suffer the same fate as his other victims did.

'I'll miss you more than anyone in my life
I love you more than anyone in my life....'

Kari couldn't take it anymore. Kari slowly walked behind T.K. and let her arms slither around his body. T.K. felt the angel's touch and felt powerless to resist. Resting her head on his shoulder and letting her tears soak his shirt, her hand slowly slithered to T.K.'s hand holding the dagger.

"T.K.... I know everything about you. Don't leave me.... please..." Kari gently wrapped her hand on T.K.'s. Overwhelmed by the need to be with Kari, T.K. let the dagger slip out of his hand. The dagger made a clang as it hit the floor.

In a flash, T.K. let out all his sorrow and clung onto his angel. Feeling his strength leaving his legs, T.K. collapsed to his knees. Refusing to let go of T.K., the tearful Kari held onto her powerful dragon and fell to her knees as well. Not caring about how Kari found out about his profession, T.K. continued to sob as Kari tried to comfort him and let his head rest on her shoulder.

"I... I can't do it, Kari. I could never hurt you!" T.K. sobbed.

"I won't let you leave me... We're meant to be together... forever..." Kari whispered. Kari gently kissed T.K.'s neck. T.K.'s sobbing began to fade away as he felt Kari's lips brushing by his neck. T.K. closed his eyes and returned the favor by kissing Kari on the neck as well. Feeling her tears finally end, Kari let out a light moan as she felt his lips kissing her g-spot.

Slowly, the dragon and the angel looked into each other's eyes. Through their eyes, they both saw what they needed, what they craved. Neither of them could keep their yearning inside any longer. Gently, Kari removed T.K.'s sunglasses and let it drop to the floor.

They kissed. Their passions for one another surged through their bloodveins as their lips and bodies touched. Continuing to kiss, Kari ripped T.K.'s shirt open, having his buttons pop off. T.K. felt electricity rush through as he felt Kari's hands all over his bare chest and her lips kissing his. Wanting more from Kari, T.K. cupped one of Kari's breasts and had his other hand run all around her curvy ass.

Kari's lips broke away from T.K.'s. Kari set her eyes on her beautiful bedroom. Seductively, Kari set her eyes onto T.K.'s. T.K. blushed by what Kari wanted. As a crooked smile formed on his face, T.K. helped Kari up on her feet and quickly carried her into his arms. Not able to hide her blushed face, Kari wrapped her arms around T.K.'s neck as he carried her to her bedroom. Not bothering to close the door, T.K. and Kari were about to love one another in the ultimate way....


------The next morning------


Matt Ishida sat at his desk, staring coldly at the door in front of him. Never had he felt rage crash onto him like now. Waiting for his #1 guy, Matt let his fingers tap onto the desk.

"... How dare he disobey me, his elder brother...."

Joe Kido opened the door and walk right into his office. Joe slightly trembled at Matt's presence. Joe trembled even more as he pictured Matt taking a shotgun and blowing his head clean off just to make himself feel a little better.

"Is... is there anything you need, Mr. Ishida?" Joe asked shakily.

"... From this day forward, I have no brother! T.K. Takaishi knew what the consequences are. Thanks to the news you brought to me, T.K. has received an invitation to TOTAL CHAOS!

"Joe... I want you to contact for me... Ken Ichijouji...."

Joe's eyes widened by Matt's command.

"Ken Ichijouji.... The King of Blades?? Please reconsider, Mr. Ishida. He's a maniac- no, a monster! The last target he took out was skinned alive! After that, Ken ate his victim's-"

"I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT HIS RESUME! From what I know, Ken is the best, and not even the Angel of Death can stop him! I want T.K.'s head, and I want Ken to deliver it to me in a basket!!"

Matt revolved his chair and turned his back on Joe, letting him know that he needed his privacy. Joe understood and left his office immediately.

"Too bad, little brother. You've just signed your own death warrant..."


...to be continued.