A/n: Hi everyone! This is my very first CCS fanfic. Please don't be so hard on me. Anyway, the whole plot is entirely mine and please don't get confused because this is not based from the manga and tv series itself. Forgive me, such crazy—or should I say 'weird' ideas just poof continuously in my head! Well, please enjoy reading!

And before I forget, if my story is somewhat similar to others', please don't get me wrong and I beg your pardon. I don't intend to do it on purpose. On with the fic!

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Prologue:

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Stupid. This whole thing is stupid.

I stood up and flicked my wrist trying to shove off some sticky red stuff covering my hand. I stared at the lying corpse in front of me and what can I say? I'm NOT amused.

It's definitely not what I was expecting. Reiji Tsukasa was not so much of an entertainment. It seems that I overestimated him. According to files, he is currently one of the leading international drug and weapon dealers and is one of the primary sources of big syndicates scattered all over Japan.

Dad—being as envious as he is, told me to be careful in eliminating him in his hideout. He ordered me to slain him as soon as possible for he sees Reiji Tsukasa as a threat to our reputations.

And believe me; it's not about eliminating evil with good.

My eyes went startled as my mobile phone's annoying noise brought me back to my senses. Wiping off my hand with a handkerchief, I answered my phone.

"What now?"

My eyes twitched as I heard my father's nasty laugh. "I assume you've eliminated the bug already, right Eriol?" went on his scratchy voice. "It's not like you've lost you're touch, neh?"

I drew a deep breath and stared coldly at my blood-covered dagger. "I don't need your sarcasm, father. I've killed the bug and he won't be smearing everyone's pug noses already. Happy now?"

But of course, being the animal I knew he was, he's the kind of man that has an unquenchable thirst for greed.

"Don't be silly, boy. You know I'm not. Now head back to your pad in Osaka. A new mission awaits for you there." With that, the line went cut.

I felt my grip on the phone tightened as my eyebrows knotted in anger. So, by now I suppose you already know what kind of person I am, huh?

I'm Hiirigizawa Eriol—son of the world's number one syndicate Yoshitomo Hiirigizawa, sole inheritor of Hiirigizawa legacy and currently known as the 'killing puppet' of our family.

I never wanted this life. I never wanted to be bossed around by my own father just to kill and finish off whoever gets in his way to total greed and other crime syndicates that he sees to rival his power and fame.

I just want to be a normal 19-year old kid, have a plain and simple family and to feel that I exist as a human.

And not as a puppet.

I never wanted to be raised as an assassin. I never wanted to kill or even hold this dagger filled with bloodlust. But I could do nothing. This is why I was made. Yes, I was not born. I was MADE—as what my father told me during my childhood years.

"Young master Eriol, we should depart now. Our contacts had said that police are already coming over." Alex—our family's caretaker informed.

With one final glare at Reiji Tsukasa, I placed the dagger inside its sheath and looked back at Alex. "Clean up the bug's mess for me. It would be highly appreciated, Alex."

"Yes, young master."

I smirked and adjusted the rim of my glasses practically making its lens illuminate through the dark. With all my remaining strength, I jumped off the window and clutched professionally on our family helicopter's emergency ladder. It's a good thing I was a rich kid that I have this escape vehicles in handy.

Mission accomplished.

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"That was wonderful, Daidouji-san! We couldn't ask for more!" Mizuki-sensei replied in delight followed by the audience's applause.

I bowed my head in gratitude and took a deep breath. "Arrigattou, minna-san..." I managed to say and went down the theater stage. There, my friends came running to me—each wearing big smiles on their faces as Sakura-chan greeted me a very tight hug.

"Your voice is so lovely, Tomoyo-chan! We would all be dying to hear you sing on a real-live concert!" Sakura-chan exclaimed as she tightened her embrace on me.

"S-Sakura-chaaaaa...:koff:..:koff:..." I coughed a little.

The others laughed. "It has been a long time since we've heard you sing, Tomoyo-chan..." Rika said with the ever-so present smile on her face.

"Yeah! And you know what? Chiharu is doing a very awful job in imitating you!" Yamazaki commented obviously trying to piss off his secretly admired person again.

"What did you just say?! I'm gonna get you for that!!!" Chiharu shouted and began to beat the hell out of Yamazaki.

I smiled in satisfaction. It's so nice to be back home here in Tomoeda. After a very hectic schedule the past years, finally! Finally I'm home again. Living my life as an international model and singer has not been so easy.

Studio recordings...

Rehearsals...

Workshops...

Tapings...

Occasional invitations...

I barely had time for myself and my friends that I had left here. Especially my dear best friend, Sakura-chan. So now, as a token of gratitude for their support and for their very heart-warming welcome party for me, I sang our theme song which was entitled 'Kohaku no Yorikago' by Amber Cradle.

"So, Daidouji-san, how long would you be staying here?" Mizuki-sensei asked.

"Actually, I was planning to stay here permanently." I answered simply.

"That's good to hear! At least our Tomoyo-chan would be hanging out more frequent with us than before, neh?" Naoko said excitedly followed by the others' agreement.

"But, Tomoyo-chan, what about your career? You've come a long way already!" Sakura-chan said worriedly.

"I think I would stop for a while and live my life the way it was before." I said and I can't help but feel nostalgic about it for some sort of reason.

"Then Tomoeda would be much honored to have you as our student again, Daidouji-san!" Mizuki sensei said and everyone's applause was then again heard.

I know it won't be easy to bring my life back to normal again. It would probably be as hard as I've undergone trying to struggle to be a t.v personality or maybe...

..It might be even harder.

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Taking off my leather trench coat and setting aside my newly-cleansed dagger, I reached for the long brown envelope lying on my bed and flopped down my body wearily.

Opening the envelope with my name written on it, several information sheets of my next target were inside it and I hesitantly took it out.

I stared at the picture for a moment. She really looks familiar to me—Bingo! My next target is a 'she'. I know I've seen her somewhere but... I just can't figure out where.

Long, cascading, silky black hair... Smooth yet pale face and complexion... I think I know her.

Revealing the next page, I finally knew who she is. So that's why I know her...

"Tomoyo Daidouji, eh? Dad wants me to finish her off?" I thought aloud and scanned through the other pages.

Just as everyone knows, Daidouji Tomoyo is an international singer, model and actress and had currently inherited the whole Daidouji Empire after her mother's death—Sonomi Daidouji, that is. According to featured articles, the sole heiress is Ms. Perfect herself and she had donated half of her wealth to different foundations such as schools, orphanages, charities and government projects in Japan as well as in other countries.

Such an angel, isn't she?

"But why would dad want me to kill her?" I can't help but ask.

The Daidouji's does not belong to the crime syndicates' world. They have a very clean name almost immaculately unstained. Surely, they cannot overpower dad and his so-called government manifestations.

And considering that she's only sixteen...

"Young master?" Alex said through the intercom.

Expecting his report, I stood up from my bed and answered back. "What is it Alex? If you want to report, do it here inside."

"I'm sorry, young master but Yoshitomo-sama had ordered me to tell you to contact him. He also said that it is urgent."

I quirked my eyebrow and asked in full arrogance, "And why the hell would it be urgent, Alex?"

"It's about your new mission, sir."

I let out a snort and said, "You can go now. Tell the others to send my Shadow here. I might need him." For everyone to know, Shadow is my trusted pet—a wolf, that is.

"Yes, sir. Farewell then, young master."

As Alex was gone, I dialed a few numbers letting me contact directly my bothersome father. A few rings on the other line and finally my dad answered his phone.

"Tell me about my mission." I said frankly and held once again my target's picture.

"Daidouji Tomoyo is hard to eliminate, Eriol with all the people's eyes watching over her. I don't want you to create such a very complicated and controversial scandal here, son..." Dad's mocking voice went on.

Scandal? Since when had he learned that word? Was killing other big time syndicates not scandalous enough?

"Go straight to the point." I demanded.

Again, his malevolent laugh vibrated through the phone and he said, "Be one of her bodyguards. Infiltrate their base and be as close as you can be with Daidouji Tomoyo. Once you get the chance and the right timing, kill her and the mission is completed."

"Wait a minute. What reasons do you have for such intentions?" I asked.

"My, my... since when did you learn to meddle with my affairs, Eriol? Just do your thing and NEVER interrogate me again, Understood?" his authoritative and demanding voice declared.

I suppressed out a sigh and managed to say, "Yes, father." Then the phone hung up.

Tomorrow would be a special dinner party for Daidouji's homecoming. A huge celebration would be held at their mansion and a lot of guests would be there. That is my chance. I'll go there, disguised as some sophisticated crap and do my thing—just as what I was told to do.

Then my phone rang again and as I answered it, dad said, "Before I forget, son. Just do your mission and kill her. Don't you even dare fall in-love with her and never let emotions get involved. For if you do..."

"I won't fall in-love. I don't feel anything." I just said cutting him off.

"Good. Just be sure you'll do as I say. If I know, you're staring at her picture right now." He finally said and hung up.

He's watching. Father is watching.

I won't fall in-love with her because I was raised to be emotionless. I don't feel those stuffs like love, happiness, excitement and thrill. Emotions are to show my weaknesses and what matters are power, strength and supremacy.

I'm just a toy for killing. Nothing more.

But how could they explain this thing that I'm feeling as I continue to stare at her angelic face?