Allie: Thanks for all the helpful reviews! They have been really sweet! This chapter is a bit confusing, and I didn't mention in the last chapter, the name of the group Seto (Drukui) is in is called The Shadows, and I think I mentioned this, but his code name is Drukui, which means dark Dragon. The Girl in this chapter is refered to as she, and Seto is he, because they do not know the other's name. Seto's name will be given, but I don't have a good name for the O.C. currently! Suggestions will be great! Thanks

The silence from Seto Kaiba's bedroom was a lie, for beyond the medal doors, a unusual conversation was taking place. The assassin was seen standing forward, with his ear once more to his black cell phone, a dark trenchcoat flowing softly behind him.

Two guns have been slipped underneath the coat, forming soft bulges from the interior. Unknown to many, eleven daggers have found their way through the many strips on the leather pants of the killer, along with five smoke bombs. Never, however, has Drukui touched these weapons, for in one large hand, a small handgun resided.

The same gun responsible for thousands of deaths all over Japan, the same weapon hundreds of targets stared into before their death. When a name found its way onto the weapon, they never were left out.

"Kill anyone in your way, and be sure you are not seen" the Shadow master spoke, never quite had he sounded so serious. Drukui nodded inward, "yes sir, … why are you so worked up about this, just like my other compatible tasks, get kill, get out, only this time I bring home a live package" he asked, briefly wondering if it was wise to question this thought. There was another soft chuckle, he seemed very amused, and Drukui couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in annoyance, 'he has been doing that quite a lot now a days' he briefly thought, before leaning closer to the phone to hear the reply. There was a soft sigh, the master seemed to be thinking things over before the words came, "never has any assignment been as important as this" and hung up… 'It must have been his friendly way of saying good luck' Drukui thought, smirking at the particular man he bowed too, then, he was no more.

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The girl squinted at the time, ten minuets to midnight. She briefly wondered why she was even trying, the note must have gotten here by mistake, or maybe she herself had written it and forgotten. It was easy to forget things in the pit… that would be the name of her home, the pit. The candles were dimming slightly, each having only an inch of wax left to burn; an inch of heaven… ten minuets of light. She had learned that herself, timed the burning of a whole wax candle.

There was not much to do in the pit, when she was lucky, she would receive some food from her captor, maybe even a bit of paper to draw on. She remembered little about her past happy life, the life where she was free to run into the night blissfully. However, she remembered that day, when they came. Everyone was killed, everyone but her.

As she tried to remember the beautiful memories of her family, a small sound caused her to stir, she turned, and sighed softly, it had only been the dying of a candle. It took only seconds before the other candles followed, eloping her in the calm darkness. She was use to the dark, for she has lived through it the past five years, however, something was telling her tonight was not quite right. Carefully, she stood up from her resting-place to stretch her arms, but as her hands traveled upwards, they seem to hit something.

She froze. What was that? Her hands traveled upward to identify the object, but were caught in place. Two Iron like objects grabbed both her wrists rather painfully. She gasped, fear was covering her like blankets on a winters night. It was her captor, she was sure of it. She had never been a brave person, so she did all she could, and shut her eyes.

It felt strange there, two hands encircling her own, one of her own hands in the captors silky hair, the other pressed tightly against her eyes, so she was not imaging the deep chuckle coming from her captors mouth. It the situation had not been so serious, she would have joined in laughing. A warmness fanned across her face, the familiar feel of fire softly near her skin. A candle! What was going to happen, was she to be burned for information?

Her body froze at the thought, but a voice seemed to pry into her mind. "Its alright, I'm not to hurt you" the voice belonged to a man, maybe around her age, but she was not sure. Just by the hardness of it, she could feel his emotions vibrating against her own. He was a killer, that was for sure, but he was not to kill her, and for some particular reason, she relaxed a bit.

She felt safer then she's ever felt in her whole lifetime. They stood like that for a while, but the man's patience was only for so long. "Open your eyes" he commanded, both ands releasing her from the grip, she complied, and opened them slowly. Indeed it had been a candle, how he managed to light it while grasping her she'd never imagine.

She studied his body for a moment, strong, firm and powerful. He was an assassin that one. Her eyes traveled upward, he sensing what she was to do, and stood still. The candle was only so powerful, for his face was in the shadows, but from what she could see, he was dashing, too bad she was still not twelve and naïve, she would've been blushing and blubbering like a complete fool by now. Feeling a bit braver, she spoke, "would you come into the light…please?" and quickly added, "I'd like to see your face" , she tried a bit of a nervous smile at the end, to mean she was all friendly, but he stood rock still in his position.

She groaned inward, feeling stupid, commanding him when he could take her out in three seconds. But what surprised her was he indeed complied, after a while anyway, and indeed he was handsome, gorgeous even. Despite everything, she couldn't help but think of all the girls that would be so incredibly jealous of her right now.

But what stunned her most about the mans face were his eyes. Each reminded her of the sky, the sky she hasn't seen in five years. The orbs were truly magnificent, different hues of azure blended to make the most splendid color, each however icy cold.

He let her study him for a moment, before forcedly grabbing a wrist, he noticed her grimace, and loosened up a bit, "we've got to go, now" he explained coolly to her confused expression. "Come" He ordered, dragging her a bit further. She wanted to growl, and manages to let a tiny one escape, but could hardly contain her happiness. She was leaving the pit!

A object was shoved into her hand, as two hot drops of wax hit her delicate skin, she manage to grab hold, use to the feeling of hot wax, for she use to mode it into little objects all the time with nothing else to do. She followed him, practically running, his legs were long, and his pace were quick and graceful. He stopped at the entrance out the pit.

From what she knew, it could only be opened from the outside, and only her captor has ever opened it. She watched transfix as he took out a simple pocket pin to pick the lock, in a matter of three seconds, the door snapped opened making her feel rather foolish. The outside of the door had been covered with paint, for it had been an unnoticed part of her basement, her family's basement. She studied the objects around her, everything seemed in place, pictures of her family, the television, and the radio…everything. Only it all seemed so foreign to her, but that could happen to one locked out of the world for the past five years. Sometimes she even questioned her own sanity. She shook her head gleefully, it was not the time to think depressing thoughts, she was leaving the pit, she really was!

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The walk out of her house was an awkward one, she spotted several dead guards on duty apparently for her, the smell of the salty blood made her slightly nauseous, but it made her feel slightly safer with the man in front of her. She was however amazed, each body showed no sign of struggle, making her wonder more about the man in front of her.

His pace seemed to quicken as she skipped quietly behind him, occasionally spotting some precious object of her family's and stopped to recall her times before. Her house was rather large, but it only took him a few seconds to reach the door, he turned back to recall the creature behind him, she seemed so … happy, for someone locked up for five years, 'was she even sane?' he questioned himself before handing her the door, she grasped it from him thankfully as she stared out into the open night. Her jaws dropped in awe.

The night had so many stars… stars! She could see all the different constellations, and the moon! The moon never looked so radiant before. He stopped and noticed the absence of the girl behind him, quickly turning around, he noticed she had stopped and was staring straight ahead into the night. He had to admit, tonight was lovely, he had never stopped to admire the night before.

Staring transfixed for awhile, he could've smacked himself right there and then, he was always in control, but he let himself, doze off, while on a mission! That was inexcusable, quickly shaking himself off, he stared back to the girl, who's head was still among the stars, "come" he ordered harshly "the car is right there" he added, the girl turned to him, a sense of happiness in her aura. "I never noticed the night sky was so beautiful, I use to never care for such things, but I guess when you are left with nothing, you only then learn of what you take for granted" she spoke, choosing her words carefully.

He shifted awkwardly, he was never one to talk to about subjects like this, he shrugged, and motioned with his hand for her to follow. She did, but peered at him curiously every once in a while.

He punched in the codes to his Jeep, sill rather annoyed with himself, but before she got in, she asked just one question, "what's your name?" he stared at her a bit, as if surprised with it, "Seto Kaiba" he answered, without a backwards glance.

Allie: Was it...o.k? o.o