A/N: Okay, it's short, but, hey, it's better than nothing... I guess... Again, I do not own any of those cute creatures, nor the handsome Yamato or the goofy Taichi.

Heart of an Assassin

Chapter 3 – So We Meet Again

Yamato put his motorcycle to a halt as he parked it between two vehicles outside the university. With one leg on the ground to stay it still, he took off his helmet, his spiky hair revealed; staring towards the buildings with a glare. His new home...

He grunted at the place. He will never call this a home. However, deep in that cold heart of him, a small spot ached for him to have one. He wished for a place where it could be filled with love and reassurance. He thought that being with Mimi his dreams will come true. Creating a family with her. He was wrong...

But like a shattering glass, the love and devotion was no longer there.

And so they detached...

Yamato shook his head in frustration. Why was he thinking of that right now? Was he really that desperate? Did he really need someone to soothe his feelings and to heal his loathing heart?

'No... I don't need some pathetic human caring for me!' Yamato's fist clenched. 'I can take care of my own, I don't need them.'

He was disgusted as he imagined himself asking help to some weakling. Yes, a weakling is what he likes to call them. No one was maybe as superior as him. Or so he thought. His boss was maybe more powerful than him right now.

'But it won't last forever...' his mind told him as a glint of red blazed in his blue orbs.

He sighed. This was not the time to think about that either. With a frustrated sigh, he glanced back at the building. It felt weird having another name than the other two he was fond of.

Yamato; cold man of twenty, sapphire orbs, filled with no compassion or love. Not concerned about life...

Yamura; shade of the moon, red eyes of all the blood he has shed to endure. Killing was his life. Death was his friend...

And his new one: Matt.

Somehow, it sounded okay to him. Though he'd never admit that to his boss...

With his foot, he kicked the support down and took the key out before stuffing it in his pockets. With a swift, he grabbed his backpack, his helmet under his left arm, and placed his sack behind his right shoulder, as he took the direction of the huge buildings behind the giant gate. He had to complete this mission as quickly as possible. He didn't want to stay any longer than he'd attend.

The golden letters of the Harvard's University has shown bright as the sun reflected it. Yamato entered without issue. As soon as he took his first step into the territory, he didn't mind the astounded gazes he received after that. He could feel their eyes smouldering deep in his back as they follow till the building where he disappeared inside.

This was it... His duty as an assassin is finally taking place...

A rush of whispers and murmurs began, everyone asking the same question...

Who is he?

Inside, Yamato didn't care about the fact they were watching him or even taking conclusions about having a weirdo in their school. He was used to it anyways. Making contact was something he wanted to provide, and yet this was what his boss required him for to carry out. He didn't believe in making friends. Not anymore that is. But making friends was the least of his nuisance. If they meet him as Yamura, they won't be able to catch another breath for they would be killed instantaneously with his god-like speed.

Yamato's fist clenched, knuckles white from frustration. 'Stupid bastard...I'll kill him if I could...' Mentioning his boss. He was sure he was laughing in his seat, making fun out of him. Oh, how he wished he could kill him...

Unfortunately it wasn't as easy as it was told. Sure, Yamato had the strength, skills and knowledge of each aspect his boss contained, but nonetheless, he couldn't start beating the crap out of him. His boss was a risky man and having relatives with dangerous criminals wasn't very smart to set off a battle. The best for him is to be patient and waiting for the right moment...

It was too soon...

Shrugging his thoughts away, he turned into a corridor, his bag bashing on his back, searching for the principal's office. He froze midway. There, a girl stepped down the stairs, her backpack hanging loosely in her hand.

'Mimi...'

Yamato was stunned, but left this unnoticed as he regained his frosty stare once again. It was like he remembered her to be. Her chestnut-brown hair still hangs in a high pony-tail like she always did when she was around him, and her eyes still wore the free spirit behind its brown depths. Her skin was light, but still a little tanned and her body was like he remembered before he last touched her. The sun shining behind her was creating an angelic sight. It soothed his nerves as he watched at her in awe. She was just breathtaking.

He snapped. 'What the...?'

What was he doing! He wasn't allowed to do it! His feelings for here were long gone. 'You asshole... She's just a bitch... Ignore her...'

And he did...

He lowered his head, golden bangs shielding his azure-blue orbs. With a cold posture, he walked up the stairs, ignoring the scent of her sweet perfume, and stalked off without taking another glance at her. When he was out of her sight, he snorted.

'What the Hell happened there!' his mind raced furiously.

Sure he had to meet her eventually. But he never expected to act so... so... stupid! This was only his first day and already his emotions started to drift back. He shook his head, hoping to get his morale back.

- - - - - -

Mimi sensed a deep connection as the person passed her a moment ago. Who was that? Her eyes trailed off where he had disappeared. She couldn't describe much of his features when he was already out of her eye-sight. Somehow, golden-blond hair was utterly familiar to her.

'It can't be him?... Yamato...? No...'

She shook her head out of confusion. Her mind was playing tricks on her. Yamato would never come back, let alone going to the same place where she was. She heaved a sigh. Her illusion maybe. She snorted. This wasn't the time to think back about her ex-boyfriend. She had lessons to concentrate on.

Tossing her backpack behind her shoulder, she left to find for her friends, waiting for her impatiently out of the front gate.

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"... Here's your schedule for now and on the next page you have the different festivals that we organise in the university." A woman, not older than thirty-one handed him papers, as Yamato acquired it without a word. His eyes were cold and face inexpressive.

"Now, here's also your key for your room. It'll be 202." A smile appeared on her face, her golden curves swaying behind her as she moved. "Just take another stair up from here and you'll find your room on the left side of the hall."

Just as the woman wanted to give him the key, the door busted open, a young man, spiky brown hair, entered the room with a beam. Yamato took a quick peek from the corner of his eye, and returned with his cold expression.

"Taichi," the woman began voice unconcerned. She forgot about Yamato for a minute and turned to the guy, scratching his hair uneasily. "I get the feeling that you like spending the time here..." her eyes narrowed.

"Ahh, Miss Delveaux..." Taichi said with a sigh, "There is no place I like to be in than here..." he grimaced.

Yamato rolled his eyes at his response.

Miss Delveaux leaned back in her chair and rubbed her temple. "What did you do this time?" she sighed, glancing at him.

"I swear, you madam, nothing... really." This time, his voice was not calm as before, however, he still stood there with a smirk.

"Mister Yagami, is there something you don't want to tell me?" the pupil of her blue eyes turned into dangerous slits. She was menacing him.

"Ahh, I – well, I uhh..."

"Let me guess, you were working your magical hand over the female bodies, weren't you?" she cocked her head.

"I guess I can't hide anything from you, madam." Taichi said with a smile. "How'd you found out?"

"Taichi, you're the only playboy around the school and seeing that marked hand on your left cheek is telling me everything." She pointed out.

"I see. Madam is so smart."

"Don't get too comfortable. You have detention after your classes are over."

Taichi nodded with a smile like he didn't care. "I can't wait."

Yamato shook his head in disbelief. That guy was actually happy to have detention? He turned around and watched the guy fully. He must be as old as him, he guessed. While he stood there with black jeans and a black jacket, the guy wore a cobalt training-outfit. And a blue bandana circled his head. Yamato looked back at the woman, wondering how long it'll take for him to have his key.

"Just promise me you won't do such things again?" Miss Delveaux pleaded.

"Unfortunately, I can't." Taichi responded truthfully. The woman narrowed her eyebrows, knowing the response. "It's actually a family heritage, you see... My grandfather and my father had the same problem too..."

Yamato rolled his eyes once again. Who would believe such nonsense? Glancing at the woman, Yamato saw by the look of her eyes, she didn't believe it either. But yet, she sighed. It was like a never-ending battle.

"Just restrain yourself, okay?" Miss Delveaux, told him. Taichi nodded, though she didn't believe him completely. "Now," her face was now turned to Yamato again as she handed him the key he waited for. "Don't forget. Room 202." She reminded him. Yamato nodded and was ready to leave the room when a voice halted his moves.

"Room 202? Hey, you're my new roommate!" Taichi cheered.

Yamato groaned under his breath. Great, not only did he have a room next to his ex-girlfriend, but surely enough, he was staying with a pervert in the same room! Was this some kind of joke? What was his boss even thinking!

With a frustrated sigh, his eyes stiff, he walked up to the door, closing it behind him. He needed some time alone. When he reached the stairs, Taichi ran up to him. He paid no heed to him and walked further ignoring his goofy smile as he walked next to him.

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"Oh, shit..." Mimi cured, opening her backpack.

"What's the matter?" Miyako asked her worriedly. "Did you lose something?" she alleged, cocking her head to watch her more closely.

"Yes..." Mimi shook her head in defeat, closing her backpack right away. "I forgot my Astronomy book. I'll be right back." She told her and left off before Miyako could say anything.

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"So you're Matt Ishida." Taichi said. "It's great to have a roommate." He commented.

Yamato ignored it and walked further into the corridor. In his mind, thousands of things were rushing back and forth, concerning that one girl. Questions were told.

How must he get close without getting attached to her?

What if Sora was right?

What if he falls for her again...?

Or rather, still is...?

"... And yeah, why don't you also join the soccer team! If you've come this far, you probably should be good at that too!"

Yamato rolled his eyes and pretend he didn't hear any of it. Great, even if you ignore him, he keeps rattling. Yamato wonders if he can't kill him right now to shut that big mouth of his...

"Ah yes, and there's also a basketball, baseball – oh, hi, Mimi!"

Yamato froze. And as he looked up, he saw her standing with a book in her right hand in front of him. A smile plastered on her face.

"Oh, hi, Taichi. What are you doing here?"

Taichi scratches his head uneasily and laughed. "Just showing my new roommate the way here." He told her as he pattered Yamato's back which irritated him. "Mimi, meet Matt Ishida!"

"Matt... Ishida?" Her soft voice whispered.

Yamato really didn't want to face her. His heart ached as he heard his voice again after so many years. It was just too much for him to bear this on one day. It was just too much... His orbs were shield behind the curtain of his hair and hoping that this was only a dream...

As for Mimi, the smile she held was no longer there...

Seeing the guy standing in front of her made her wonder. Her heart started pounding tremendously as she slowly shook her head in disbelief.

'Ishida...? It can't be him... No...'

Gradually, without being aware, her free hand reached the place of her heart and gulped at the same time. Her eyes were wide open, face shocked.

That's when she realised it...

"You're back... Yamato..."

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To Be Continued...

A/N: I know it was short, but I'll promise to make longer ones in the future. I know the most of you guys are waiting months and months for my fics to get it updated, but really, I'm too busy with a lot of things that I haven't got time for myself anymore! Still, I'm happy with all the reviews I got for the previous chapters! You guys are so cool!

For the ones who are impatiently waiting for the 5th chapter of Yamura, please wait a little while longer for I'm still working on it.

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