AN: Hi again. Did you wonder who the person was in the fourth chapter that unknown was talking to? I figured you did. Stories like that drive me crazy, sometimes, but I still love them! Well, here's a little about that strange man known as Assassin. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Where are they?"

"Don't worry, I'm tailing them."

"You better be!"

"Don't worry"

*click*

"Unknown, they're not you're problem now, they're mine."

"Amara, do you think Fang's ok?"

"I swear if you don't shut up about Fang!"

"Mich, we're here to have a good time, and SN don't snap at her."

SN growled to herself.

"Oh good," he said, "My little friend is here also. Well, I'll kill three birds with one stone." He laughed at his own joke and continued watching us.

"Well excuse me for being a worried mother!"

"Mother!?!" shouted SN, "Since when are you a mother?"

"Mich, shut up, SN, it's a long story."

"I've got time." she plopped down in the grass and crossed her arms.

"All right," Amara sighed, sitting down next to her, "here's the story."

I daintily sat down, making sure that my legs were tightly tucked under me. I had on a dress, which had been a bad idea on my part, but I love dresses!

"SN, don't freak out, please, but Michele and I A-D-O-P-T-E-D Fang together," she annunciated each little part of 'adopted' but tried to muffle the word 'together'.

"What was that?"

"We adopted her together," she repeated, a little under her breath.

"Eww! But you said, Eww!!!!"

Amara sighed, "Listen SN! Just shut up ok?"

"I knew it, I knew I should've never come back here!"

"SN, wait!"

SN simply stomped off. I had decided that she was over opinioned and if I was spoken of then she hated life. At an early age, we had been competition, so we learned to dislike one another. But I wanted to make up for what had gone wrong earlier, I wanted to be nice now!

Amara chased after her, but she magically disappeared.

"Gosh, where'd she go?"

"I.I don't know."

She flipped around angrily, "Michele, if I were you, I'd shut up, right now!"

I nodded and bit my lip.

SN made a muffled scream that none of us heard.

"Hey precious, lone time no see."

"Assassin, let me go!"

"Not just yet. You have to do a job for me."

"I told you, I'm done with jobs!"

"Oh, well, that's too bad. I was really looking forward to having you pack with me." He blew in her ear.

"Stop it! I told you, let go of me!"

"Oh.well then, I wouldn't want you to hurt me with your little sailor powers, would I?"

"No, no you wouldn't!"

He took a syringe out of his pocked and stuck it into her arm. "Now, we won't have to worry about that will we?"

She fell limp in his arms. "Assassin, don't, please."

"Do my job, get the girls."

"What girls," she said weakly.

"Amara and Michele."

Her eyes grew wide, but then she smiled deviously. "What about just Michele? I can get her easily. Without Michele, Amara is no threat; actually, we could turn her to out side."

"Perfect idea, my sweet, I knew you'd change your mind."

Evil, hatred, and malice ran cold in her veins. "Kill Michele."

"Oh come on Amara, she can't be too far away!"

"Didn't I tell you to shut up, once, Michele?"

"Sorry, I just."

"You just what? Screwed up, again!" I hung my head, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Well, sorry's not gonna cut it this time. Look, you go look for her over there, and I'll keep looking here."

I walked toward a strange looking bush. It looked big enough for someone to hide in, and I knew she was hiding, so I looked. "SN.please, if you think Amara's your friend, and you know she is, please come out!"

I now had my back turned to the bush, bad idea. A hand came from within it, which held a syringe; I spun around just in time. It quickly withdrew back in and I saw nothing. I spread the leaves apart and peered inside, nothing. I could sense her! Surely she must be there!

"Sailor Nemesis," I called again, "please, please come out!"

I turned my back again, and she took a different approach. She stealthily climbed out of the bush and stood behind me. She held both a knife and a syringe between her fingers, behind her back.

With her free hand she tapped me on the back, "Michele"

I turned around quickly, "There you are! Where've you been?"

"Oh, sorry to run off like that, I had to get my composure back, but I'm fine now. Where's Amara?"

I thought it just like her to want to know where 'Amara' was, so I decided to set the record straight right here and now.

"Ok, SN, before we go back to Amara, let's get some things straight."

(AN: ok, when I use { } that's what they're thinking. OK? OK! )

"Sure," she said aloud, but secretly she was thinking, {"Great, you're falling right into my trap."}

"Ok, first off, Amara and I are sisters. We're members of the ROYAL family!"

{"I know that you nimrod"} She nodded.

"Second, I don't want us to be at war anymore. Let's be civil to one another, even if it is just for Amara. She's the common bond we have."

{"La, te, da, te, da, te, da, when do I get to kill you?"} "Uh hu"

"I just don't want us to be mad at one another, and who knows, maybe, someday, we can be friends."

{"Sorry, you're not gonna live long enough"} She moved her fingers slightly. Then, suddenly, she collapsed.

"Amara!" I screamed.

"What Michele?" She came over angrily, "Gosh, what did you do to her?"

"I didn't to anything, we were talking and she just fainted."

Amara rolled her on her side to see that a syringe, the one meant for me, had been plunged into her spinal cord. I never quite understood how it happened. Maybe, she just stuck it in herself accidentally, or maybe Assassin secretly planned things that way. Maybe he gave the syringe a micro chip so it would do that, or something, I'm not sure. I just know it happened.

Amara quickly took the thing out of her back and looked at the liquid inside. "Poison," she whispered.

I picked up my cell phone and dialed 911.

When the ambulance arrived, they wouldn't let us go with her, so we drove in the car. That was one of the quietest rides I have ever taken. The only sound was the wind rusting through my hair.

When we finally made it to the hospital, there was already someone in the waiting room. I sat down, politely, beside him.

"Hello," I said kindly.

"Hi," he returned.

"Is there someone here, in the emergency room, which you're waiting on?"

"Yes, her name is Sailor Nemesis, perhaps you've heard of her."

I was shocked. How was he in contact with SN? Surely, after all the time, I would've known this person. He looked old enough to be her father! But, he couldn't be.

"Yes, we have," I motioned Amara, who was standing by the snack machines to come over; "we were there when the accident happened."

"Goodness, well, I'm a dear friend of hers. I live just down the street from here and when someone called me and told me what happened, I rushed down."

Just then, Amara walked up, but I continued my conversation with him.

"Do you have any information on how it actually happened?"

"No, they just said that one minute she was standing there talking to a girl and the next, she was sprawled out on the grass with a needle in her back."

"Yeah, that's all we know too."

"Whoa, he knows SN too?"

"Yeah, he lives just down the street and is a friend of hers."

"Oh, well, we haven't introduced ourselves; I'm Amara, another friend of SN's."

"And I'm Michele"

"Yes, and I'm Assassin, very pleased to meet you. SN has talked of you two many, many times."

"She has?" I questioned, surprised she would mention my name.

"Well, more about Amara, but some about both of you."

I nodded.

After a while nurses came out and announced that she was stable weak, and that we may each go in, only for a few moments, and speak to her.

Assassin said that he would go last, and we could go on ahead of him.

Amara went first. I have no idea what she said, but she came out and told me not to go in for very long.

"Hi," I said, as I entered the room.

"Hey, sorry about earlier," she apologized. {I'm so stupid, how did I stick myself?}

"It's all right but are you?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine." {I'd be even finer if I had killed you instead of almost killing myself!}

"Well, I'm going to go and let you have your rest."

"All right"

"Oh, and I'll send Assassin in"

Her eyes grew wide. {What's he doing here?}

"Ok, well, bye"

Then, Assassin quietly went inside. "Fool," he said, not even looking at her.

"Well, I didn't mean to."

"Mistakes, mistakes, this is quiet a set back!"

"Oh well. Don't raise your voice, they'll get suspicious."

"Is the drug wearing off yet?"

"Yes, but I'd prefer to never be given it again."

"Cooperate and you'll never have to worry about it."

She sighed. "I need my rest."

"That's bull and you know it."

She yawned "Doesn't mean I'm not sleepy or that I haven't got the worst back ache in the world."

"I've got the best pain medication right here," he reached his hand into his pocket.

"Don't even try it" {I wish he'd stick his finger sometime with that thing}

"You best not even say such in your thoughts," he scolded.

"Well excuse me for having a dream."

Assassin laughed. "Well, now I have to go and make nice with the goody-two- shoes-twins."

SN got her turn to laugh, "Have fun!"

He went out and closed the door quietly behind him. He wasn't paying much attention, but when Amara pulled her knife on him he wasn't startled.

"What do you really have to do with SN?"

"I'm her buissness partner."

"Partner?"

"Well, boss, but I tend to think of all my employees on the same level as me."

She lowered the knife, but continued her fixed glare on him. "What do you do, then?"

"Special jobs, we're kind of like secret service agents."

"Secret Service? Yeah right!"

"It's true, we're like undercover agents."

"Ok, you just changed your job description, but that doesn't matter; and anyway, why would you be telling us, if you were supposed to be 'undercover'?"

"Simple, you're her friend, and obviously my friend too, you wanted to know."

"But it's not that simple. You don't just go around TELLING people that kind of thing."

"Not any people, but you people are special. Come with me, I'll show you my place of business."

{Mich, this is getting weirder and weirder, should we go?}

{Why not, what have we got to loose?}