Author's Notes: Hi. I'm trying to update this as soon as I can. School is starting in three weeks, so I'm going to try to *atleast* update once a week or once a week and half. So, by the time, it's late-august three to four chapters should be up. Hopefully.  When reading this I want you, the readers, to keep several things in mind:

1. When a person doesn't remember who they are, they can easily be brainwashed. I'm not continuing to talk about this point, because then I might reveal some of the story.

2. When the last chapter comes to mind and the encounter between the main character and the Shinobi comes to mind, think of the words: Deceit, disguise and forgery. Those are clues to the mystery of what's happening. And that will help fight the confusion, you get after this chapter.

3. Also remember that Donovan and the Shinobi aren't friends. They are enemies. *But* they are working together on the deceitful plan, they are planning.

*Warning: Author will play with plot in this chapter and if you are not a fan of cliffhangers or mysteries…. DO NOT READ THIS!*

Anyway, onto the review responses:

The angel of mercy: Thanks again. I'm hoping to keep the story at the same rate of how good/bad it is.

Joey/Mai fan15: Thanks. I'm glad to know you like it, I had several plots in mind and didn't know which would be the best.

Wolf Runner: Thank you. I wanted to continue this and I tried to make my writing style better. A friend of mine, who's a fellow FanFiction writer, gave me advice.

TigerEyes2: Thanks for supporting this fanfic and it's prequel.

Did My Time

* Realize that I can never win, sometimes I feel like I have failed inside

Where do I begin?

My mind is laughing at me, tell me why am I to blame on me, both will be the same

That's why I will never change this thing that's burning in me

I am the one, who chose my path

I am the one, who couldn't last

I feel the life, pulled me free

I feel the hate, you change in me*

- Did My Time, Korn

The strong scent of rare Japanese herbs and other various culinary filled the room, just as the warm morning breeze blew in softly.

The man woke up, again and found himself in a different place. He scanned the place and sky blue walls and pearl white linoleum floor tiles, was what he first laid eyes on. A small wooden table, a delicate painting hung on the wall, a few decorative ornaments, and a medium sized bed, which he found himself lying in, filled out the picture.

Could it all just have been a dream, the man asked himself in his mind. He remember flashbacks of the earlier night and he was still confused, over what had happened and over where he was. The happenings of the night earlier must have helped the confusion rise.

His eyes rested on the painting. It was finely drawn and had great color themes. After that, he let his eyes lip to the bed and threw the covers over to the other side.

He slowly slipped out of bed and got up, trying to make out where he was or who he was. He still had no idea or even a subtle clue, of those two things. The location, of which he was in, could be found out at the next sight of civilization, but the mystery of who he was could remain unsolved. Forever.

He took a few steps, before feeling pain rising in his leg slowly. His senses were tested, as he looked up after hearing a high-pitched voice.

" Sit down!"

He saw a tall, rugged looking man with strawberry blonde hair, which mismatched his appearance as brown eyes with a tinge of green were added to sight. He wore a business suit, which was entirely of a dark lemon yellow color. He had a friendly look on his face, but who knew…

A woman, who looked to be around the same age as the man, entered quietly. She had dark brown hair and eyes, that matched her hair in color. The woman wore a blue dress with an apron over it.

The woman walked towards him and put a tray, that she was holding, down on the wooden table.

There was food on it.

" W-Where am I?" The young man began. He looked around, before continuing. " And what happened?"

The man and the woman looked at him, hesitantly before the man replied. " Last night, I got a phone call from one of the DOATEC guards. I was told that there was an unidentifiable man, who had been found inside the DOATEC Laboratory and that the man had been knocked out cold. So, I headed out to the laboratory and found you. The guard tried to indentify you and used blood samples taken from your wounds and advanced computers. A name had showed up on the screen. Haru Shoruki."

The young man was confused.

" The name is yours, and that means that you are the son of a business associate, I know. And since, your father went off to business earlier, I decided to take you in. My wife, here, has been generous enough to attend to your wounds." The man said, and gestured to the woman.

" My father?" The young man asked, hoping the other man would explain more about who his father was and maybe even about who he was… in detail.

" Yes, your father is a man, known only as the Shinobi. He wanted to meet you, but was wrapped up in business."

" Oh. Could you tell me something about myself?" The young man asked.

" Yes, Haru. You are eighteen years of age, took various martial arts classes and had been working as an assassin; you helped your father out with assassinating people, who threatened DOATEC, the business your father owns, too." The man said.

The woman looked at the younger man, who's name appeared to be Haru, after listening to what her husband had said and began to speak, gesturing towards the food on the wooden table. " Eat. You will feel better, after you do."

Haru did, as he was told. The woman was right.

" Thank you." Haru said, before the woman left the room.

" Your father had sent me, another mission for you to complete. It was sent to me, before you disappeared."

Haru wanted to ask about the disappearance, but didn't want more confusion to the situation, he already needed to adjust to the information he had learnt about himself, in the last couple of minutes.

" You see, there are two people, who have a grudge against your father. We assume that these people will go after your father and assassinate him." The older man began.

" Have they made a move yet?" Haru asked, interested in the mission.

" No, but they know too much about the mission. They are known as Hayate or should I say, Ein and Hitomi. They used to be projects for the experiments at DOATEC; they managed to escape and are currently seeking revenge."

The older man took out an envelope and found two pictures in them. One was of a young woman and the other of a man.

He looked at the pictures. The woman had shoulder-length sandy brown hair and clear blue eyes, she was wearing a denim jeans jacket with a dark green spaghetti strap top and a pair of jeans pants. The woman looked thoughtful.

Haru looked at the other picture, after putting the one of the woman into the envelope.

The man had auburn hair and dark brown eyes. He was muscular, too. He wore a black jacket over a fishnet shirt and wore black pants and matching boots to that. His disposition was a solemn one and was hard to make out, what it meant. They looked familiar.

" Continue." Haru said, letting the man continue to speak.

 " The mission is underway, and we have learnt that these two people are going to enter the upcoming Dead Or Alive tournament in order to do so, after winning…" The man paused. " Me and  your father have got too much to deal with and so, I thought you could do this mission. If you are willing to accept this mission, we have scheduled martial art classes for you to work on your fighting and have assigned a highly skilled tutor for you, we have signed an entry form to the Dead Or Alive tournament, which is in five months and have picked out various weaponry for you. If you are, entering the tournament do not talk to Hayate or Hitomi. There's also a girl, Yuki Hayabusa, who should be avoided. She knows a lot of things that can destroy DOATEC's reputation and cast shame over your father and his projects. Do you accept this mission, Haru Shoruki?"

Haru was interested in this mission and had decided to go through with it. He nodded in reply to the previous question. " Yes, sir."

The man scratched his head, realizing he had forgotten something. " Oh and I forgot to mention, your assistant will arrive in a few days."

With that, the man left the room, before the young assassin could complain. His retreating footsteps were heard, throughout the hall. Haru's head was filled with questions and he stood up, forgetting the pain in his leg.

He was feeling better, both mentally and physically. He decided to get up and explore the house.

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Several days had passed by, quickly and life as Haru knew it had changed. The couple, he was living with, were having strange fights and he heard his name mentioned in them many times.

As he sat in his room remembering their arguments, arguments he was not supposed to hear. Their word swayed back and forth in his mind.

" Donovan, dear, I think the boy should be told the truth," The woman would say. Her husband looked at her and replied.

" No. I can not risk that he knows anything and you know very well, what will happen to me if I let the truth slip. The plan will be ruined and you and I will be killed or have 'disappeared' traceless."

" I feel sorry for him, having to go through this. What if he goes through with the mission? What if the truth reveals?" The wife added, thoughtfully and frantically. " What… What if the Hayabusa-girl tells him anything?"

" Do not worry, dear, I'm a professional, nothing will slip. No mistakes will be made." The reply came

Haru thought about the words, they said. They had been nice enough to take him in, but were they really that generous?

The thought was interesting and raced around, playing in his mind.

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Author's Notes: Who do you think Haru's assistant is? It's will be a surprise to you all. I wanted to write more, but I am *unfortunately* sick with a cold. What are the odds of getting a cold on a summer day?