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Chapter 2: Lightning Warrior and Invisible Samurai

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Clearing the fence in one clear leap, Momoshiro was ready for the hunt.

Almost like a shadow, he flitted across the yard. Pressing his body close to the wall he closed his eyes.

Within his mind, the map that he had looked through while eating his burgers appeared like a blueprint.

Locking his view on the wine cellar, he navigated his way mentally through all the twists and turns. Once the path was secured, he straightened from the wall.

Moving at a slow jog, he looked almost too relaxed.

However when two guards came around the corner, the corridor was empty, with no sign of Momoshiro who was just walking down it a second ago.

With barely a sound, he dropped from the ceiling. Moving steadily behind the two unsuspecting guards, he pulled on his gloves.

Laying his hands almost gently on the guards' necks, he smiled at the shocked faces turned around to see who had put his hands on them.

Moments later, a faint charred smell perfumed the air and Momoshiro was off.

With his keen memories and ability to project images in his mind as clearly as seeing it, he was a priceless asset when securing valuables of the target's house.

His gloves when in contact with his skin would draw a maximum of twenty thousand mega voltages from the ground, which is sufficient to light up at least one building.

By clasping any of the opponent's body parts, he could transfer nineteen thousand mega voltages to his body. Usually human beings were not use to have high voltages going through their bodies to the ground, so death is the most reasonable ending.

However using this tactic it was like torture. It took him ten years of training to use it so nonchalantly.

It still hurt, but he could stand it now.

Striking his opponents down with his lightning-like shock, this Assassin was called the Lightning Warrior.

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Walking into the mansion from the back door, he looked every inch of his arrogant self.

Immediately, the guards swarmed up to him like bees to honey.

Seeing that it was a kid they didn't take him seriously. They strutted over to him, confident that they wouldn't lose to a small kid.

Tugging his cap even further down, he counted the number of guards coming at him from the shadows cast on the floor.

"Seven? Mada Mada Dane"

Reaching to his side, he made a move which seemed as if he was drawing out a sword.

The guards laughed when they saw him holding nothing.

Pushing off with his left foot, he went through the space between them and landed behind them.

Sheathing his "sword" back into its imaginary scabbard, he grinned as the bodies of the guards fell one by one, blood spurting from the wounds which nearly sliced them into halves.

Continuing in his walk, he left the back yard soaked in the split crimson lives of people protecting someone who didn't even care if they died.

Invisible Samurai, Ryoma Echizen the newest member of ShiniNingyoo, he was transferred immediately from the Training Academy to ShiniNingyoo after he almost killed the trainer during his entry match.

He was said to be one of the best assassins the world has ever seen. His potential was off the charts.

After his first success in his assignment, he was promoted from Assassin to Professional Assassin.

He was an all-rounder, much like their current leader. Thus it was rumored that he would be the heir to their group.

His skill was unpredictable, as he changed his tactic to suit his mission.

But his most common attack was using his gloves, which served as magnets, condensing the electrons flow in the air, creating an invisible sword or weapon.

By slicing his hands in the air at the speed of fifteen miles per minute, he sharpened the "sword" to the point that it would even cut metal.

His ability was to being able to dissect the opponent's tactic within three moves. And learning all of his moves by his fifth, he would use them against the opponent.

This was a brilliant ability as he could counter any of the attacks the opponent threw at him. And by doing so, the opponent's mental state would be challenged, as he would have the feeling of fighting against himself.

To be on par with Fuji Syuusuke, the Invisible Samurai was one of the best and he would continue improving to become the Legendary Assassin.

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Dressed smartly in a dark long coat and black clothes, he resembled a secret agent on a mission.

His stride confident and his face arranged in a beautiful smile. He walked through the front door.

He was certain that Oishi had done his job thoroughly.

Moving gracefully across the floor, he stepped up the stairs. His job was simple, watch the leader's back.

At the end of the stairs, he raised his gloved hand. Satisfied that this floor was clear as well, he moved in.

Mentally ticking off seconds, he waited for the signal.

Usually it would only take him only a minute or two to finish off the target. Now it was past three minutes, Fuji had no choice but to move in.

Praying hard that it was something that held him up and not what he suspected, he moved towards the target's room.

Pushing the door open, he was relieved to see his leader still standing.

The target was down.

Fuji's eyes widened as he saw someone else with his leader.

"Tezuka, who…"

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Tezuka Kunimitsu, the leader of ShiniNingyoo, stared almost helplessly at his best team mate and his lover.

He looked down when he felt a small hand tugged at his sleeve.

"Neh, onii-chan, who's that?" the soft voice asked timidly.

"He's my friend" Tezuka replied in his usual hard voice.

The little girl wasn't deterred by the coolness. She had witness this big brother killed her father, but she didn't care. Her father was always screaming at her mother and never spared a glance for her.

To a three year old, his death was insignificant.

"What's your name?" Fuji knelt down to the girl's level and asked kindly.

Seeing the almost beautiful man, the girl gurgled happily and tottered over to his side. Falling against Fuji, she stared in wonder at the soft hands going around her.

"Okasan…" she said happily.

Fuji smiled at the innocence of the little girl and looked pleadingly at Tezuka.

Giving a long-suffering sigh, he gave a little nod.

"Arigatoo Kuni-chan" at that the fierce and impartial leader of ShiniNingyoo blushed.

"Sneak her out, you know the rules."

"Hai, no survivor"

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"Nyah Oishi! I missed one! I didn't see him until ten seconds later…TEN SECONDS!" the loud whining boy clung to Ryoma while complaining to his best friend Oishi.

"Eiji, it's alright, you managed to finish him off, didn't you?" Oishi had returned from his assassin mode to his usual caring mothering mode.

"Eiji-senpai…" the young boy struggled to release himself from the death grip Eiji had on him.

For a moment, Eiji's hands tightened so much that it began choking the young boy. After minutes of tugging and fighting, he got himself free.

It was then he realized that no one was paying attention to him. They were looking behind him, towards the house they had just annihilated.

Turning to see what had captivated them, his mouth dropped open.

Their leader and Fuji-senpai were walking together, that's something they always see, but this time, there's a little girl in-between them, that you don't see everyday.

"Tezuka, who is that little girl?" Oishi was the first to recover from his shock and asked.

"To bring a survivor out, that girl must be…" Momoshiro paused for a dramatic while.

"Their newly adopted daughter!" came three replies.

For awhile, Fuji had been teasing their leader about adopting a daughter, so they thought that it was pretty convenient to just "inherit" one from their mission.

"Iie, gomen nasai, it is just that she was left behind and she was just too…" Fuji started apologetically.

"We are going to adopt her." Tezuka cut off Fuji, surprising all of them, except the little girl.

She was too busy being fascinated by the two big hands engulfing her smaller ones, to notice that her fate had been sealed without her consent.

Fuji stared at Tezuka in wonder.

Still holding onto the little girl's hand, Fuji threw himself against Tezuka. The members were used to this kind of scene so they discreetly looked away.

Every time they completed their mission, those two would be found in an embrace, as if to reassure themselves that the other was safe and they were still alive.

"Arigatoo, Tezuka!"

Tezuka's free hand came slowly around Fuji's waist. For awhile they stayed there, safe in one another's arms, forgetting, temporarily, about the kind of life they led and the dangers they faced.

Burying his face into the soft black wool of Tezuka's shirt, Fuji whispered softly.

"Aishiteru, Tezuka Kunimitsu"

Closing his eyes, Tezuka gathered the petite form of his lover closer. Thankful for his support and love, he forgot that he was still in front of his team mates.

It was until the little girl got bored of staring at their hands and decided that it was time to move on, tugged both their hands impatiently.

Staring down at the innocent face looking up at them expectedly, Fuji smiled widely, even Tezuka crack a small smile.

After such a bloody and cold mission, it was amazing that there were still laughter left in them.

But after so long in this trade, all of them learnt to forget the pain and death they had brought and tried to be grateful that it wasn't their blood which was spilled.

Life could be beautiful at times but ugly at most.

Either kill or be killed, a lesson they learnt since they first yearned the taste of revenge.

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Author's note: I tried to inject a little romance into this entry, but blood and love don't really go well together.

Hopefully next time I could bring in more romance!

Gomen gomen! My Japanese spelling is simply horrid! Please do forgive my silly mistakes! >.

Actually after I have recieved the review from bisadny, I was almost afraid to read the reviews, but thanks so much for giving me confidence to continue this ff! Arigatoo:D I will strive not to make any more spelling mistakes, but feel free to correct me if I do!

P.S. I do like vampire love, but I cannot imagine TezuFuji in a "bloody" love affair. Hmmm...maybe I would write one about vampire love, it would be TezuFuji again, but I SIMPLY ADORE THIS CUTE PAIR. There are alot of such ff in Sailor Moon's ff, and they were pretty interesting. Thanks for that Idea:p