A/N: Thank you all for your knid reviews! I nearly cried when I saw the three 'review alert' e-mails in my inbox. Anyway, I can't write too long chapters… So bear with me, ok?

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An Aquaintence

"Will you people kindly leave me alone?"

"After you have eaten some of my blade…"

Chuckles could be heard among the trio as they charged forward, their energy blades glowing an eerie green light.

With godly reflexes, the assassin dodged the first strike and kicked one of the men in his back, sending his sprawling on his front, moaning in pain.

"This is unreal…" the other men muttered among themselves as they turned around and ran off.

"That's it?" the assassin asked himself as he stepped on the dying man's neck and crushed it without hesitation. "Useless…"

He fished out a bag of zeny from the dead man's pocket and continued walking, until he reached another busy street. The first thing that greeted him was a man shouting, "Come to the Pronteran Bar! Good drinks at low prices!"

But upon seeing the assassin in his black clothing, he walked away, as though he had not seen anything.

Confused, the assassin walked towards a shop called the Geffenese Bar. Taking a seat near the counter in the crowded bar, he stretched his legs out to let them take a break.

A female in skimpy clothing walked up to him. "Well, well… What do we have here? A playboy playing assassin… What do you want, mister…"

"Mister Miller. Ryan Miller." The assassin was impresed at himself being able to think of a phony name in such a period of time. "Oh well… A name would help him in the future…" he thought.

"Hmm… Mister Ryan Miller… What a sexy name for a sexy guy… What do you want? Oh, and I'm on the menu too…"

"A coke will do fine…"

The bar girl, looking slightly dissapointed, took down his order and left. After a couple of minutes, his drink arrived at his table, and it was the same bar girl who served it to him.

She didn't bother 'advertising' herself while she was at it. That was quite a relief for him, for he couldn't stand her any longer.

Just as he was about to take a gulp from his drink, the door of the bar burst open, and two men holding shotguns entered.

"I've had it with you and your stupid bar! You Geffenese asses come to Prontera to steal my bar's customers! Before that, my business was great, now it sucks! Prepare to meet your doom!"

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A/N: Sorry about this chapter if it wasn't as good as the last one. I'm still a noob, so don't get too worked up, ok? About the bar girl, I was trying to make her sound like a part-time prostitute… Anyway, review please…