Chapter Un: Beginnings

His name is Azrael Vehuia, an Assassin Cross living in the mountainous region of Payon. At the young age of twenty-three, he's the youngest Assassin Cross in the face of Rune Midgard. He's got everything, the looks, the charm and wit. In fact, once he made an entire line of female assassins swoon after he graduated for just smiling at them. Azrael is a very secretive person.

After two years, his whereabouts were unknown, said the Assassin's Guild of Morroc. Up until now; rumors say he's got a child, but his wife was no where to be found.

"Daddy!" a childish voice cried out from the outside. The young Assassin Cross stepped outside to look, "What is it dear?" he replied, "I'm making lunch…"

Infront of Azrael was a child, about four years of age, wearing a pink kimono. It was his daughter, Jibrelle Vehuia.

"Daddy…" Jibrelle blurted out, "Popo-chan is speaking!" she said happily while pointing at the poporing beside her.

Popo-chan was a poporing that was a gift to Jibrelle by her father. She took good care of the blob, like it was her own child. Since, everyone treats her weirdly; Jibrelle's only friend was Popo-chan and her Oto-sama.

"Hey…" Popo-chan inquired, he sniffed the air. "Something's burning…" he exclaimed.

"Burning?" Azrael and Jibrelle said in a confused tone.

Then Azrael panicked. "AAH!" he yelped. "My donburi!" he sobbed, as he ran towards the kitchen.

"Uhh…" Popo-chan sweatdropped, "Is your father like that" he said while looking at his master.

Jibrelle giggled, "He's always silly…that's all…"

"Oh…"

Azrael stepped out of the house holding a smoking black pot. "What's that?" Jibrelle asked, while pointing at the black pot. "This?" Azrael sighed, "This was supposed to be our lunch." The child smiled again, "Daddy, you're silly…"

"Oh yeah" Azrael scoffed, as he picked up the girl from the ground, "Who's got her two front teeth gone?" he said he does a nuggie to his daughter.

He placed Jibrelle back to the ground, and exhaled, "Well, let's eat lunch some where…"

"Amatsu!" Jibrelle nagged, as she tugged her father's shirt. "I want sushi!"

The red-haired assassin cowered down, and brushed his daughter's silvery-blue hair, "Amatsu it is…"

Azrael, Jibrelle and Popo-chan went to Amatsu together, by Kafra corp. of course.

Amatsu

"So…" Azrael piped out, "Enjoying your meal, sweetie?"

Jibrelle nodded, " chomp ye gulp ah" she replied with her mouth full. Her father giggled, "Good…" he said, "but next time…swallow your food first before speaking, okies" he added while wiping a piece of rice from his daughter's rosy cheeks.

"Okay" the girl replied, as she took a sip from her apple juice. "Hey, I'm hungry too!" Popo-chan demanded. "Gomen nasai, Popochan" Jibrelle apologized, as she handed a green herb to the blob. Popo-chan greedily took the herb from the girl's palm and munched on it happily.

"Elle…" Azrael said, "What are you going to take after you graduated from your Novice-hood"

Jibrelle felt silent, "I don't know…maybe a thief! So I can be like you! Or an acolyte…" she thought, "What do you think, dad?"

"It's your destiny my dear…" he said wisely, "don't ask me…I'm with both…"

"Okay, teach me the ways of being…an assassin" she joked, "but I'm truly a priest…"

That's not a bad idea, she thought.

Her father just laughed. "Now who's sillier?"

After a few moments, they left the restaurant. They toured the city of Amatsu, and enjoying the scenery.

Now we find the trio underneath the shade of a Sakura tree. Jibrelle is now sleeping on her father's lap, while clutching the pinwheel that Azrael bought for her. "Jibby-chan" Azrael muttered his pen name for her, while carefully brushing her hair. Popo-chan also is also asleep beside Azrael.

The Assassin Cross looked over the horizon and said, "Look at your daughter, Marielle" he said his beloved's name, breaking his own taboo.

"Isn't she beautiful?" he said while staring at the girl beneath him.

The south-eastern wind blew, and the cherry-blossom petals began to fall