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Silver Rose Assassinator

A blaze of steel blue sliced the air, making a faint whistling noise as it destroyed the imaginary foe. Sheathing the shimmering katana, the president of Makai Industries snatched up a towel and wiped his face clean of sweat. He wore no shirt, choosing to train in his favorite black pants with the red belt, his muscular body glistening with the perspiration, adding more sexual appeal to him. Though he was only five feet tall, his blue-black hair and fiery red eyes made every woman swoon with passion, making him the most eligible bachelor in the city. He pretended to take appeal to a woman, only to shun her later on, knowing that the wench was only after his wealth and his title.

Placing his katana back on its peg, the man flopped down onto his bed, closing his fiery orbs in exasperation. He did not want to go to the benefit ball tonight, knowing that, once he stepped into the room, a headache would begin at the back of his eyes, and people would talk to him of the latest gossip. He sighed in frustration, rolling off the bed and heading towards the shower. Turning the tap all the way on HOT, the president jumped in, leaning his head back as the water soaked his being. Steam soon fogged up the windows and mirrors, making it hard to see through the mist. He grunted slightly, turned off the water, and got out. He lived alone, with a few family servants, so he did not really care that he walked about in the nude. His muscular legs flexed and swelled as he moved about the room with dangerous, lethal motions.

Something in the bedroom caught his attention, and he cocked his head to the side, straining his senses to hear the noise. His skin prickled in anticipation; someone else was in the adjoining room, and searching through his things. His eyes narrowed to slits, fire blazing in the red orbs. Who dared to enter his pent house and look at his belongings? He silently made his way to the bathroom door, and peeked through the crack in the door. Someone stood at the black night stand next to his bed, his back turned towards the bathroom, gazing at something in his head.

A woman? He thought, No, not a woman. A man, but who is this man?

The president ran lightly at the man, grabbing his katana off its peg, and he slammed into the intruder, pinning him to the bed on his belly. The intruder let out a startled cry as he fell face first into the feathery mattress of his victim's bed, feeling a sword slide beneath his throat as a strong hand pulled his head back.

"Who are you?" demanded the president of Makai, "What business do you have here?" The president quickly cataloged to memory what the man was wearing. A black cloak with a silver rose on the back, with black clothes and black boots adorned the stranger's body. He could feel a mask, also black, slide around his fingers. Against his naked body, the president could tell the clothes that the man wore were pure, genuine silk.

Suuichi was infuriated with himself for allowing this to happen. He did not even hear the man run at him, managing to slip his katana from its sheath in the process. He was impressed with the man though, he was silent, like a black panther, and would easily make a brilliant assassinator. He could feel the man's strong legs about his waist, and he blushed slightly as he felt his nakedness through the silken cloth.

"You will never know my name, Hiei," Suuichi said, "But perhaps you will know it in death." Hiei blinked and Suuichi rolled over, knocking the president to the ground, pulling out his own favorite weapon, a whip, and he snapped it against the air. Hiei quickly stood up, and went into a fighter's stance. His knees bent, eyes narrowed, he held his katana in his hands, daring this interesting man to attack. He tried to get a glimpse of the killer's face, but all he could see were wisps of crimson hair and a bit of green fire where his eyes were. Hiei knew that he was destined to meet this man, but he would not die by his hands. He attacked him with a battle cry, aiming for the man's heart.

Suuichi was prepared for such an attack, and he easily flipped over the short president, laughing as he did so. His whip shot through the air, wrapping around Hiei's feet, knocking him to the ground. Suuichi twisted his wrist and Hiei lay on his back, surprise clearly upon his face. Suuichi jumped, straddled his hips and his long, cool fingers wrapped around Hiei's face, ready to snap his neck. He looked down into Hiei's eyes, and he stopped his movements, suddenly lost in the molten fire. The eyes glared defiantly up at him, the will and need to win this fight blazed passionately in those orbs, making Suuichi grow red in the face. His green orbs quickly scanned the pinned man's body; blue-black hair with a white star burst in the center, muscularly toned body, and red eyes. God those eyes.

Hiei saw the blush on the man's face, and suddenly felt himself get hard. This alluring man sat straddling his waist, his thighs clutched tightly around his body. Hiei could tell that this man was skilled, knew that his body must be wonderful to gaze at. He wanted to touch him, to know what he felt like, to see what he looked like. Hiei reached up and clutched at the smooth, black fabric, pulling the killer closer.

"Who are you, killer?" he asked huskily. Suuichi shuddered at his voice, and opened his mouth to speak when a knocking came from the bedroom door.

"Master Hiei? Are you alright?" came the voice of a butler. Suuichi rolled off Hiei, and stood before the open, glass doors.

"This is not over Hiei," Suuichi stated, "You will die by my hands." Suuichi jumped over the balcony, and Hiei ran after him and gazed over the railing. Only shadows met his eyes, and his servant barged in.

"Sir, are you well? We heard voices and were concerned for you!" his elderly butler said, "Come inside sir! You will catch cold, and you certainly cannot go to the ball in you birthday suite!"

"Yes, I understand," Hiei replied as his crimson eyes scorched the shadows, searching for the mysterious man who intruded into his life.

***

"Damn, damn, damn!" Suuichi cursed as he went from rooftop to rooftop, fuming that he had not completed his mission. If the guild ever found out about this…no. He shook his head to banish such disturbing thoughts. No one would find out about this failure. He landed on top of Tokyo tower and looked at the small piece of paper in his hand. A slow smile appeared on the assassinator's full lips as he read the invitation over.

"First," he muttered, "I will get close to you, and then I will kill you Hiei."