I KNOW! I KNOW! YEARS AND YEARS OF NOT UPDATING! NO ONE WANTS TO EVER READ IT AGAIN! Well that is your fault then because I have come in to some rather wonderful ideas that I am vigorously writing down hoping that I can put them out. But my friend said that she would kill me if I put out another fic if I didn't finish my others yet. SOOOOOO!!!! here we go!

A SOLDIERS SOUL

CHAPTER 4: GET EVEN OR GO HOME

56 hours of no sleep, hardly any food or relaxation. Hiiro was becoming very agitated and getting a slight twitch in his trigger finger. Taking off his leather jacket, and draping it over his office chair. He sat down with a thud, as the chair fell completely apart and Hiiro landed on the cement tile floor. Groaning, he pulled himself up with several curses in between movements. Just as he stood up, his phone began to screech, rolling his eyes he picked it up. "Yue."

"Hiiro? Whats up? You sound tired? When was the last time you slept?" Hiiro placed the phone back on the receiver. He didn't have the sanity to deal with Duo today. Looking at his watch, he made a quick and swift decision. Go home. Grabbing his recently discarded jacket off of the ground, Hiiro headed towards the exit.

"HIIRO!!!" Pausing in mid-step due to the loud, shrill voice of the most annoying person in the world. "Why did you hang up on me? You know that all I wanted was to see if you were okay. You know the reason that I called? Une wants to see you. You better talk to her before you go home, o-" a gun in his face made Duo shut up pretty quickly. Turning around, Hiiro headed back the way he came and stopped at the closed door that had 'Lady Une' engraved in the mahogany stain. Knocking twice, he waited for her to respond.

"Enter." Grabbing the doorknob, Hiiro entered slowly. Using all of his strength to keep him awake. "Ah, Hiiro. So glad you could join us." Us? "I have been getting some complaints about you lately. So I have decided to get one of our top secret agents in to spend the month with you and make sure you are doing everything 'by the book'." Even though he was a walking zombie, Hiiro still caught every word. "I want you to meet, Makoto Kino. Your new supervisor." The side door of Une's office opened and there stood Makoto. Hirro's eyes widened in visible shock.

"Her?" Une tilted her head in amusement, maybe Duo was right…this just might be fun.

"Oh…have you two met?" Makoto entered the office with a large smile on her face.

"Hello Mr. Yue. You are a hell of a guy to track down, you know that right?"

His mind was reeling, how could they do this to him? They want me to be paired up with a woman. An annoying, cocky, lying, beautiful, annoying woman. Hiiro was fuming, how could Une do this? Supervision, I don't need supervision. At the moment everyone around me needs either a bullet proof vest or a body bag. Heading towards the parking garage, Hiiro seemed to have a huge black aura around him, which made every Preventor stay very far away from him. Once he saw his car, Hiiro sighed and picked up his pace. He was almost home. Sliding into his car, putting the key in the ignition, He waited a few minutes for it to warm up and then started to back out.

"You know you shouldn't drive if you are that tired!" Slamming his foot on the break, he quickly pulled his gun out, only to look down the barrel of another gun. "I got you and you know it. I am just as fast as you are, though at the moment I am even better."

"What are you doing in here?"

"Oh…weren't you in the office, Hii-chan?" Hiiro cocked an eye at that. "I am your supervisor, where ever you go, I go." A huge smile crossed over her face. "Come on Hii-chan, let me drive I know where you live." Growling at her, Hiiro put the gun away. He knew that he shouldn't drive home, but at the same time he didn't want to prove that she was right.

"I am fine, get out. Now"

"Nope" Hiiro was shocked, though he figured that he probably shouldn't be. This girl was different. It seemed like nothing scared her. Glaring at her, he sighed.

"Fine, stay in here, but I am driving." Her smile seemed to get bigger, jumping over the seat. Makoto sat down and buckled up.

"Hi!" stretching out her hand, she laughed at the expression on his face; taking his hand she began to shake it. "Call me Mako!"

"Hiiro. Call me Hiiro."

"Okay Hii-chan, drive on, I am hungry!"