Playing with Fire

Chapter 2: Forget-me-nots

The games we play, the games we don't, either way, everyone gets burned. There is no use in protecting yourself when the truth is so close, in the end, what really matter is that fate will go unchanged. Death is coming upon us.

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Thanks all reviewers. As always.

I'm back and ready for more action, though inspiration is limited, and I'm as tired as hell. The idea of building the plot for this fic seemed too appealing to ignore. So here I am one again putting down words…to a very dry and bland chapter. Reviews are needed and very much welcomed. Hell, you can even cuss me out, but maybe …

something will click…and I will be filled with inspiration once more.

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The figure stood at the edge of the shore, her feet soaked by the waves. Coming in, coming out. The sound of the ocean filled her ears as scenes of the pass were once again brought up in her mind. 'Please don't forget me'.

She stood alone in front of the house, taking one last whiff of her cigarette, before she dropped it to the ground and uses her heels to put it out.

She turned her attention back to the house, her eyes scanning for movements but there was none. The light champagne shades were silent, unmoving, as if the house was caught in time.

A shiver ran down her spine as she pulled her coat closer to her small frame and walked away.

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She couldn't be called beautiful, in fact, she was as plain as the day but somehow even when she seemed to move in the shadows, one could not help but stare at her. The way she carried herself, it tells a story. The way her head is held high even when her eyes seem full of mock confidence. It tells a story.

Her heels clicked lightly on the pavement as she made her way back home, a scowl appeared when she reached the shabby building. She wasted another day; she ran a hand through her hair in weariness as she let out a sigh.

CLICK. The door to her apartment opened, revealing a small figure standing in the shadows. The young woman's eyes widened in surprise…or was it fear? She didn't know except looking at those stone cold eyes, she couldn't help but shiver.

"Welcome back." The person said, smiling lightly.

"Thank you and I must say the same for you." Makikko replied.

Click. That sound, she knew what it was. A gun. She looked up at the younger girl and laughed aloud, it was almost as if she was crazy.

How ironic.

"I can't (laugh) believe it (laugh)-" Laughs then turned into coughs which got louder and louder by the moment and she hurriedly held her hand in front of her mouth. She could feel the wetness as the red liquid emerged from her throat and onto her hand.

But now, more than ever, she couldn't control the laughter that once again threatened to emerge out of her throat. She smiled and thought sarcastically, 'The same way the blood did'.

She heard soft footsteps as the young girl who had been standing in the shadows observing her walked towards her. She could almost see her smile as she kneeled down in front of her, bringing up a hand through put her hair behind her ear.

Moments later, a gun was held up to her forehead as her eyes filled with tears, she knew this day would come but she never would have thought that the cute little girl form back then would be the one holding a gun to her head 11 years later.

"I'm sorry." The young girl whispered before she pulled the trigger.

Makino Tsukushi stepped out of the building, her coat clinging on to her small frame as the wind blew her hair back. Her face returned to it usual cold mask as she crossed the street, somewhere in the background watched her as the person slowly backed away into the darkness of the shadows.

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A seven years old, Tsukushi stood on the railing of the 13th floor, feet held completely in place as she stared down at the people passing by. Her dark brown eyes still as she watched each one pass by. The wind blew her hair over her face as she felt someone grab her right leg.

She jumped but felt herself being pulled down and with that, she landed on the ground, eyes widened, heart beating loudly. She would have beaten up the person who did that but her anger melted when she saw who it was.

"Oh, poor baby, Kushi-wushi, did I scare you?" The older girl smiled as she pulled Tsukushi into a hug.

With her arms around Tsukushi, she smiled, saying, "I'm sorry I scared you, sweetie."

Tsukushi just kept quiet, as she listened, never making a move to hug the older girl back.

"You mean so much to me," she continued, still hugging the little girl, "I couldn't live without you."

"Promise me you'll never forget me; promise me we'll be together forever."

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Rrreeeng. Rrrreng. The sound of the doorbell woke her up from her dream; she stumbled on a few things as she made her way towards the door, only to be greeted by a delivery boy.

"Miss Makino?" He said in a monotone type voice. She nodded.

"Delivery for you, sign here." As he brought in the stuff, Tsukushi signed the pad and within a few seconds, he left.

She turned to the counter where he had put the package when she was signing the papers.

And there, on the marble counter laid a bouquet of forget-me-nots.

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New York, New York

"How did it go?" The cold, harsh voice rang through the air and the young man bowed and cleared his throat.

"Good. She finished it off." He said before bowing once again.

"Everything is clean? No evidence?"

"Yes, Madam."

"Great." She smiled, bringing her hands together in front of her face and resting her elbows on the table. With a simple gesture, she motioned for the young man to leave as she opened a few more files, signing and looking through them.

"Let me in." The young woman voiced out. An tone of confidence and power in her voice.

"Do you have a previous appointment, Miss?" The secretary asked, she was quite shaken by how the younger woman was looking at her right now but company rules apply.

"I don't need an appointment, in fact, I'll never need one." She said, looking straight through the secretary. Her eyes cold and penetrating. "There are some things you should learn. If I was a stranger, I would never be permitted up to this part of the building."

The secretary only nodded before she let the young woman through, letting out a relieved sigh that she still had her job. She then hesitantly buzzed the Madam telling her that she had

an "important" visitor.

The young woman opened the door of the massive office and walked in, only to be faced with the Queen looking out the window, as if she was enjoying the view. The younger woman just stood there.

That was the rules, no matter who you were, you don't speak until you are addressed. Well, maybe except for one. Though some might not see it, but there was a peculiar warmth in the witch's eyes every time she would talk to her. Makino Tsukushi was always an exception.

For some odd reason, she had an important part in Sakura Shinji's heart even if the woman claimed to not hold any strong ties to any of her "daughters". Well, that was what she called them; her private assassins were her daughters.

"You became even more beautiful." The Queen finally spoke up, not looking at the younger woman.

Indeed, she has. Her hair, which used to be short, was now to the middle of her back, its light brown color shined in the sun, as it would bounce slightly whenever she made a light movement.

Her oval face, large brown eyes, and cherry lips made her look like a walking, talking doll. Like a princess out of some fairy tale. She could have every man on the earth, but she only wanted one person. She only needed one person.

"It's nice to see you are well after all these years. Welcome back into the family, darling."

Though the sentence was loving, the voice in which it was spoken was cold and distant.

"I'm glad to be back, Mother." She said, with a bow.

"And I'm glad to have you back, my darling Shizuka." Sakura smiled, walking towards Shizuka and pushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear. "Now, lets get down to business shall we?"

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