Oh my goodness...I am SO VERY sorry AGAIN for taking so long to update! Honestly, I feel horrid! However, I really liked this chapter, although it wasn't at all the best written. I really like what happens. I hope you like it too. Sigh The only thing that could have been better would be if I had updated sooner. I am so sorry to always keep you waiting! Anyway, chapter five is here, so please do enjoy! I had a lot of fun writing this chapter (Although I do wish it was better written and longer!). Please enjoy! (By the way, do expect more updates. It allows me to take my mind off of Gackt...Sigh...Have you seen his hair these days? I think I may be the ONLY one who despises it!)

Chapter 5: Kill Those You Hate

Tidus exited the room, shutting the door behind him, and locking it. Or at least, it appeared as if he was locking it. In reality, it wasn't locked at all. Then, he made his way briskly down the hall.

He ran down the stairs, only to be stopped by some of Nooj's men.

"You're supposed to be watching the captured one," the first man said.

"Oh, yeah, I know," Tidus said, "I left her with Gip and Baralai. They're watching her."

"Why aren't you?"

"Because I remembered I had Blitz practice, as well as another date, know what I mean?"

"How long will it take?"

"A good two hours. I'll be back by then though, no worries."

"Alright, but make sure you're back in two hours."

"Will do!"

At that, Tidus literally sprinted out to his car, hopped in, and sped down the road as fast as he could. He had to get to Bevelle, and fast. Very fast.

The drive to Bevelle literally seemed to take forever, even though Tidus was speeding quite fast. A pistol was spread across his lap, ready to take down any Yevonite that tried to stop him. Right now, there were other lives to worry about than Yevonite lives.

Luckily, there was no need to use his pistol on his trip to Bevelle, and it wasn't long before Tidus made it into the city.

"Okay," he calculated as he drove down the endless deserted streets, "Braska was at the opera, and then went to the meeting hall in the southern part of the city. He should be arriving right about now...Damn, that gives me very little time. But if I can play things right..."

Tidus knew for a fact that Nooj had joined the assassins. There were about ten of them, all positioned around the building. Starting from the very right, they would fire at Braska, and if that one missed, onto the next, and so forth. Nooj would be the last to shoot, and would therefore most likely be the last one out.

Nooj had asked Tidus earlier if he'd like to join, but Tidus had turned him down. Now, Tidus knew which side he was finally choosing. Taking his pistol out, he stepped from the car, and slid on the black suit that matched the rest of the assassins.

The suit was as black as the very night, and covered his entire body in black. The depths of the top of the building would conceal him, and the rest, from being seen.

Slipping through the dark, Tidus went around the back of the building where he knew Nooj would be. Sure enough, the rest all stood there.

Sliding his hood down as to reveal his face, Tidus crept softly up to them.

"Hey," he said, causing all of the men but Nooj to jump, "I've come to join you."

"Hm?" Nooj said, eying him, "I thought you'd like to spend your last night with your girlfriend. You do realize we'll kill her for sure after the ransom comes in?"

"Of course," Tidus said with a shrug, "What really made you think I was that completely ga-ga for her?"

Nooj shook his head, and said, "You're about as confusing as one could be, do you realize that."

"Of course," Tidus said, "But my duty isn't with her. It's here. I want to be the first to fire."

"Do you realize you'd most likely be the one to get caught?" Nooj said, and the man who was supposed to fire first could be seen giving a sigh of relief.

"I do," Tidus said, "But the death of Braska will be reward enough. After this dirty deed, I want to die too."

"What if you make it out?" Nooj questioned.

"Then I make it. And..." Tidus swallowed, "I want to be the one to kill Yuna, too."

Nooj gave Tidus a slap on the back and said, "Are you going crazy?"

"Only about as much as you," Tidus said with a nervous laugh, "I'd rather it was I that did this, nobody else."

"Alright then," Nooj said, giving Tidus a suspicious look, "But if you mess up, you'll die for sure."

"Of course," Tidus said, nodding, "I'm prepared to die either way."

"Good," Nooj said, and started toward the inside of the building, "Because more than likely, you will die."

Tidus nodded, "I'm ready for it."

"Good, because it's time to go," Nooj then said, "Follow this man. He will lead you to your station. Have you a gun?"

"Right here."

"Good. Alright men, remember, for you honor, for your trust. Betray those you love, and kill those you hate. Yevon falls with Lord Braska!"

"Betray those you love, and kill those you hate..."

Tidus smiled, and said to himself, "I'm on it."

At that, he followed the man who Nooj had pointed to into the building.

As soon as the man and Tidus were alone, Tidus said, "You nervous?"

"I sure am!" the man said, and Tidus could tell he was indeed shaking. He looked to be about the age of thirty, although his face was very youthful, "You?"

"Not at all," Tidus said, "I won't miss."

"Once you hit him, I still have to fire, as do the next five, but you'd better head out. If you get caught, you'll be killed."

"I know," Tidus said with a shrug, "You heard what I said. I'm ready for it. But look, for the sake of yourself, don't fire."

"Don't?" the man said, looking confused.

"Don't."

"Why not? Nooj would kill me then."

"Believe me, he won't," Tidus said, "There's no way that if you don't fire, Nooj will kill you. He can't. It's...it's against Nooj's ways."

"What? Nooj kills people for the love of it! Of course he'd kill me for abandoning my post without shooting!"

"No he wouldn't," Tidus said, "Believe me. Here's what I would do, if I were you. Listen to me. I'm not going to miss. I swear it by my own honor. You get out of there, and spread the word on to everybody. Nobody will die then, other than the targets. I will get caught, and killed. But none of you will. Nooj will...not be unhappy. He won't even realize you didn't shoot. I-I'll shoot multiple times. All you have to do is promise me that nobody else will shoot."

"B-But..." the man started, only to have Tidus interrupt him.

"Listen to me," Tidus said again, and reached into his pocket, pulling out about a thousand gil, "Take this. Don't fire."

The man looked at the gil, and finally sighed.

"Why don't you want me to fire?"

"Because I don't want your life, nor anybody else's in danger. Let me handle killing Braska. My pistol has six shots. Each one will hit Braska. I've got perfect aim."

The man held out his hand to take the money, and said, "What shall I tell the rest?"

"Just get out of here, that's what you can tell them. Tell them Nooj cancelled. Tell them Braska won't even be here. Tell them they have about ten seconds to get out before they're caught. Got that?"

"Got it," the man said, and started off, but then stopped, "What do I tell Nooj?"

"Tell him nothing. Don't let him know, or he will kill you."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"Look, I...am kind of a personal friend of Braska's. I...I want to do this. You heard what I said to Nooj. I want to kill Braska. It has nothing to do with the taking down of Yevon, or any of that crap. It's my own private wanting. But Nooj has to see."

The man looked at Tidus as if he was going to say something, but then sighed and headed off, mumbling something to himself.

Sighing, Tidus took his position, and prayed to Yevon, although he didn't believe in it, that the man would do as told. Tidus wanted this over quick, with as little involvement as possible.

As soon as about an hour passed, Tidus looked all the way across the massive area to where Nooj was positioned. Apparently, Nooj looked quite frightened.

Using hand signals that Tidus had known all of his life, Tidus signaled to Nooj: "What's wrong?"

Nooj signaled back, "Where is everybody?"

"You just can't see them! You're in a bad spot for that!"

Nooj didn't signal for a while, but finally Tidus could see him sigh, and Nooj signaled, although it was meant for everybody, "Get ready!"

At that, Braska did indeed emerge from a closed door. Nooj held his hand up and then dropped it, signifying that it was time to shoot.

Suddenly beginning to shake, Tidus took aim, and, after about ten seconds of thought, pulled the trigger.

The sound of the gun rang through the air, and, unsure if he'd hit his target or not, Tidus shot again, and then again. Soon, his target fell over, and with one more shot to make sure, Tidus knew he was dead.

The floor below him was in panic. Everybody that had emerged from the closed door scattered about, trying to find where the gunshots were coming from. As for Tidus, he took a step back, and smiled. It seemed as if everything simply lifted off of his shoulders.

However, at that very moment, two huge men came and tackled Tidus from behind. The pistol fell from his hands and to the ground. Tidus could hear it faintly clamoring below as it landed. Tidus didn't even bother fighting the men. He just laid there, still smiling.

The men brought him to his feet, and started saying things to him very fast.

"Who were you aiming at?"

"Who are you with?"

"Are there more of you?"

"What was your intention?"

"How did you fire about five shots and not hit anybody?"

Tidus smiled.

"Oh, but I did hit somebody," he said.

The two large men exchanged worried glances.

"Who?" they both asked at the same time.

"Nooj, the leader of the Youth League," Tidus replied, his grin growing larger. The men said nothing in response. They just led him down the stairs.