Rated R for: This story is rated for violence and blood. There are no lemons in this story and very little language…it's all the violence…so if you don't like it…leave…I won't mind.

In the beginning eleven chapters of this story won't be so intense -kind of dark though- and more on the funny sad line but as the story progresses things will began to get very dark, intense, and bloody. In the first chapters there is a lot of memories and explaining of the characters lives, since this is basically an AU and all. Beyblades don't exist but killing assassins, deception, and whole other world of horror does.

So I hope you enjoy.

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Prologue: Fallen Angels

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You never know what life is going to be like and you never know whose is next to fall and that's how things were. I couldn't prevent what happened, as I was the one who caused it. 'I Let the blood fly' they say but I didn't mean it to happen, I would have done anything to stop it. However, what they wanted from me is something I could never give. I don't speak much to people anymore and if they knew what I had that they wanted they would say ' Damn it just give it to them and stop the bloodshed.' I think those people are idiots as if I give it to them then everyone would suffer years to come.

Nevertheless, I wish it didn't happen...I wished his life didn't become this way...

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Kyoto, Japan, January 7, 2080 A.D.

Crouching low to the ground, I Kai skillfully crept my way along the edge of the building. I was sure to keep away from the light of the moon, and the light that spilled fourth from the window I slid beneath.

Today, someone will die.

Quickly.

Painlessly.

Therefore, she won't lose hers.

Ever since I could remember, or at least as far as I dared to remember, I was an assassin. Hired, not by choice, as I wasn't, given one, to kill every hit on the list. The death list names written in blood, over black paper. The innocents that threatened the organization, or at lest they claimed. I couldn't and still don't see what was so threatening about people who couldn't even defend their lives against my onslaught. I was, trained, yes, but I took life so easily. I did not need the skills I was, trained for, how could they threaten them. Was it some game for them? Write up a list, force me to kill, for what? So they could watch me lose my innocence, little by little, with each life I spilt over the floor. Watch me lose my sanity, my own self. I was, forced to let the blood flow from my victims to the floor, their life's essence. For what? I didn't know what this organization was; all I knew is that they held her. She is, kept prisoner, threatened with death, slowly and painfully, if I refused to do the death list.

I had to kill...

I had no choice...

I was, forced to lose my innocence, and grow up faster then normal. Standing to my full height at the left side of the window, my gaze flickered within its depths to find a young woman and her child playing happily. I regarded the scene with no more then passive expression, while my eyes flashed with many unnamable emotions, this woman, she remind me of her.

Today I would be, forced to end her life, taking the poor child's mother, and yet I felt nothing. No that was a lie, it tore me up inside, but I would tell myself that I felt nothing. I was an assassin, I was cold, and I held no heart even if I could feel it beating wildly within my chest. It didn't matter. I had to kill her, she was on the list, she meant nothing, and she was a threat. I had to make sure she did not lose her life, so this woman had to die.

That smile....

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I was only six here, I walked happily by my mother's side as she smiled down at me warmly. I had no cares in life, all I knew was that my mother would watch out for me, care for me, like she has done for my whole life. I knew I had a father, but I never saw him, my mother always claimed he lead another life that kept him from seeing us. It didn't bother me. I loved my mother. She was always there for me.

"Kai do you want to visit the park again, we could stop there before we head home?" She inquired lightly, my little hand griped with in her own. Her hands were, so big compared to my own, I wondered briefly if I would ever get bigger. It seemed to me, I would stay small forever.

I didn't dwell on it. "Yeah, yeah, let's go." I began to pull her into the direction as fast as I could, I could see the tops of the jungle gym above the fences and knew they were close. "Come on mama, hurry up." I pleaded as I tired to force her along. I wasn't getting anywhere. No matter how much I pulled, I would never be strong enough to make my mother travel at the pace I wished. If only I were, bigger, we would be there right now, swinging on the swings, going down the slides.

I stopped cold, frozen dead in my tracks as I look down the barrel of a gun.

I may have been small, but I wasn't naive. I knew what was, held in front of me, and knew this man was not playing around with a toy. The look in his eyes said he meant, business, and could careless if the boy in front of him was no more then the age of six. The look in his eyes told me that he held no qualms over killing a child. The man lifted his gaze from me to the shocked face of my mother. He grinned. "I have been scent here to collect you Mrs. Hiwatari." He spat out maliciously; the look in his dark depths told his victims of the tortures he was able to unleash if we did not cooperate. Neither she nor I were, about to do anything to anger the thick sweating pig before us. "It seems Mrs. Hiwatari that your husband has decided at the last moment to betray the cause and turn all noble like on us." He laughed. "So it seems you will have to come with use unless you want the kid to die painfully." My mother followed the man with out hesitation; she did not want me to be, harmed.

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I stared at the door. Since I was a child I was trained in the arts of Kendo and all types of Jitsu and Kata, not to mention I was able to use anything around me as a weapon as scary as that might sound. The lint within my belly button had its uses in the arts of death, but I won't go into the details right now. It was this hour, of this day, in this very room that I would find out what my training was for.

The door opened to emit a balding man in about his late forties, wearing a pint-striped suite. I eyed him carefully; the man held no deadly ease to him like myself. Sure the man could handle a gun. I could see that with the way his right hand itched the side, which hid the weapon within his coat. If this man wanted to conceal his weapon he should have done a better job of it, the only thing this man has proved so far is that I Kai could kill him without a second to pass. Finally he spoke.

"Here." He handed me a black envelope. I opened it and eyed the names written in blood over the black paper carefully, this was a list of death. I couldn't help the widening of my eyes as I read over the paper, taking in the names, times, and dates that they were suppose to die. The ones with two bloody splotches were the higher threats. "You are to kill ever name on that paper, they are threats to this organization and therefore need to die."

I folded the paper, placed it back within the envelope, and regarded the man before me evenly, no emotion played across my face. "And if I refuse..." I questioned slowly, watching for a reaction carefully, making sure to go unnoticed.

The man smiled suddenly, it held no warmth, just a sadistic glint. "Then I shall have to kill your mother, you do know that she is alive." He rose a brow at the clenching of my fist; I wasn't suppose to show that much emotion, perhaps I needed a bit more training. "I promise to set you free, and your mother, if you kill every threat on that list." He waited for waited answer.

I didn't want to kill, not for these corrupt creatures, but I had no choice. My mother cared for me when I was younger, now it was my turn to care for her. "Fine! But I kill no one else, you must promise me this first."

The man chuckled darkly. "I don't think you're in the position of making any demand with me, not with the position you are in." He said bemused with the request. "But yeah, whatever, all you have to kill are those on the list." The man turned to leave, but before he did, he left me with a few words. "Oh, and by the way, you will have a dear friend here to help you with your assignments. Trust me, you will love this surprise. If you fail, you must know that he dies along with your mother." With that, he was gone to leave me to my thoughts.

I didn't want to kill....

With this, I had only one thing filtering through my dark mind.

Forgive me mother, but I have no choice....

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I shook myself of my thoughts. Now was not the time to be distracted from my duties, not when I could be, caught. Carefully I pushed the window open, cursing the stupidity of people these days, but strangely glad I wasn't, forced to crack open for entrance. I climb in, like the shadow of death that I so represented for this resident, making not a sound.

They paid me no notice until I was standing right over them, their happy playing being, interrupted by my mere presence. The young woman frown at me, slight fear playing across her features while curiosity played in the child's face. I bent down to the young boy's level, ignoring the clench of my heart and the memories that rushed fourth. Oh how I wished I had asked Tala to take up this mission, yet I could never mean it. Tala had already lost enough of his innocence to these creatures; he didn't need to lose more. As for me... it was to late for me, I was already lost.

Just a tainted soul.

"I need to speak with your mother, go now and play hide 'n' seek. Don't come out until the men in blue uniforms come for you." The child nodded happily that the prospect of playing a game and ran for a place to hide for now. I watched him go, the placid look upon my face only wavering for an instant, before it was back again. I faced his next target. "I suggest you don't scream, he might hear you." I whispered painfully low. Drawing my sword, I decided to make it a quick and painless blow to the jugular. She would die instantly then, having no idea she was dead until her soul left her.

With a quick sweep of the blade, she was face down on the ground lying in a pool of her own crimson life. I stared at the form with lifeless eyes, before whispering to the soul that now departed. "I am sorry, you are innocent, now descent to heaven, your boy will be looked after, I will see to it." Quickly jumping for the window I drew my cell from with in the confines of my black leather trench coat, and brought the telephone to my ear after dialing in a number. "I would like to report a murder over at the Inishi residence on 67th street in main." I informed the operator. "There is a little boy there as well, see to it he is well looked after or my blade will claim your life." I threatened before hanging up the line.

I needn't worry about my telephone being, traced, back to me thanks to the organization, it was untraceable, and I had no intent to go through with my threat. I would kill no one who wasn't on my list of death. If she didn't see to his care then I would do it personally as Kai Hiwatari instead of one of my many assassin aliases. So slowly, like a shadow of hell, I crept through the night from rooftop to rooftop, before letting myself fall into the comfortable seat of my black motorcycle. I charged up the engine and headed at full speed back to headquarters. I needed rest after this kill, when I took lives from those who held one that depend on them I always needed sleep. Though before I could claim it, I needed a tranquilizer to knock myself out, if not, then my sleep would be, tormented by the nightmares of all the lives I have taken. Filled with lifeless eye's, and pools of blood and the cries of pain as I took life, and the accusations that haunted me.

Forever drifting among the red hell of death.

If I wanted to sleep, I have to claim it in the unnatural way; any other is like living in hell.

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Authors Note: I hope you like the prologue. Very short, I know but that's why it's called a prologue... The other chapters will be longer, I promise.

Anywise, I love identities, which is why I chose to make him an assassin because I can make him have a bunch of identities.