Kurmoi is under the curse. Watch the plot bunny… watch it… ooh, new bunny! –chases after it- Hope it's not anything like Ayane's bunny in Selfish Desires… -shudders- Anyway. Here is the result of my cute fluffy bunny. (It's the sugar, guys, the sugar) Introducing an(other) new story, with an all-new coupling! Yay!

I sound like some television commercial. That's bad. Ryu is good. Hope you like the story thus far!

Oh, warning... short chapters for this story. It is supposed to be a short story. But we'll see...

Even as she pulled up on the side of the road, she knew that this job was going to be harder then most. Why it was so important to Donovan, she didn't know, but didn't question it. He was her employer. She was supposed to set his plans in motion, not question his every motive. Even still, it did make her wonder. This job was unlike any other she had had.

She had received the briefing just a few days earlier in her hotel suite. The wonders of modern technology. So much for her time off. Now here she was, in suburban Japan, trying to locate a certain building without much success. Here she was, a notorious assassin… who couldn't find her target's house. She muttered a curse under her breath, glancing down at the piece of paper in her hand. It was supposed to be just around here…

Suddenly, she noticed a small apartment block, almost obscured by a large, somewhat unsightly hotel. She looked at the paper once more. This was it. About bloody time, too.

She took a deep breath. This job, as well as being unlike any other, was also much more difficult then her previous tasks. Entering the house of another assassin?

Shoving a hand in the pocket of her trenchcoat, she pulled out another piece of paper. The briefing. She scanned it quickly, double-checking. Those dreaded words were still there, in black and white. Seduce him.

Why the hell do I have to seduce him to kill him? She had asked Donovan not long after receiving the details. What's wrong with just shooting him dead?

Use your brain, he had retorted. He's an assassin, just as you are. If you do a surprise attack, there's a fifty-fifty chance. And we don't want to lose our best assassin. It's the only way that you'll be able to get close enough to kill him, low risk.

Even still, it didn't answer the question of why. Why was one man, not even related with DOATEC in any way, so important that Donovan wanted him dead? She shrugged. Not her place to ask. It never had been. All those people she had killed, it had always been for the company. And employees didn't need to know the reasons. They just did the job.

She checked her reflection in the window one last time. Hair, normally a platinum colour, dyed black to blend in. To the Japanese, she was just another dark-haired person. Yeah, right. Her hair was purposely longer then it had been the last time she had seen him, nearly touching her shoulders.

Her musings were interrupted as the door to the building she was watching opened and her target stepped out. She smiled icily, ducking behind a pole. Just as he stepped onto the footpath, she came out subtly, 'accidentally' running into him, dropping her folio. Papers spilled all over the pathway.

"I do apologise, miss," his soft voice caught her ear as he collected the papers into a neat pile and handed them back to her. "I wasn't watching where I was going…"

"Oh, that's no problem at all," she purred, voice a smooth contralto. She took the papers and tucked them back into her folder. "Thankyou for being such a gentleman,"

He nodded politely to her and was about to continue when she took hold of his arm, tight enough for her nails to dig into his flesh. "May I ask why you are in such a hurry, good sir? Actually, I was wondering…" she drifted off, voice a purposeful flirtatious tone.

He paused. She had to resist laughing out loud. What a fool. "You see, I just arrived here from Osaka, and I have no idea where anything is around here. You don't suppose you could show me to an eatery? Haven't eaten since the train ride,"

Silence for a moment, before he spoke, the constant movement of his fingers being the only thing to give away anything that he was feeling. "I suppose I could do that for you, considering I walked into you. What sort of eatery are you interested in?"

"…Western…?" she blurted out. She hadn't thought about that. He gave her a bemused look, before gesturing for her to follow him, which she did. Her eyes were on him as she followed behind him. An assassin, yet didn't know that the person he was assisting, and the person also standing behind him was as adept in the art of killing as he was. What a fool.