Looks can be deceiving
Etherealstar

Author's notes: Thank you to all the kind reviewers! Thank you everybody. I really appreciate it and I hope everybody likes this chapter. Sorry for the long wait. A lil itsy reminder, the fic is OOC. Sorry.
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Geisha: an entertainer (who sings, dances, plays instruments etc. They refine in the arts). Only.
--pronounced as gee-sha.


Chapter 2: The mission

"Do you understand how serious this is?"

"Hai (yes)."

"You will kill him and be done of it."

"As you request milord."

"Don't underestimate him. You remember what happened last time", "I can't have you blowing your mission yet a second time."

"You have nothing to fear, milord." A smirk comes to the face

"Jun," the deep voice warned, "I'm warning-"

"As I said, you have nothing to worry about. Don't you trust me?" Burgundy eyes flashed.

"This mission is one that requires every tread of wit. Believe me…"

She nodded.

"Good." He paused. "As you already know, he's in the castle's study. He's usually alone and has a thing for reading in dull light. Be careful, you know how shadows play against walls…if caught your secrecy may be revealed"

"Revealed?" eyes of burgundy averted, a smirk dancing on her features, "ha…no way. I'm as swift as the wind and as soft a shadow." She declared

"Jun" her name was pronounced deeply in a cold warning. "You're not dealing with an ordinary victim, this is Zuko we're talking about. This isn't some common victim that can die defenseless by the common strike of your blade. He's a fire-bender and I'm pretty sure, like hell, he knows when to fire on someone. Catch my drift?"

"If you say so…" cocky was her reply…

"Jun, goddamn it" he slammed his fists into the dark Mahogany table, "can't you behave your bloody self for once. For once this isn't a joke, this isn't a normal mission. This is the real test that determines everything. And trust me, if you fail…that's it, I don't want you to return…" the irate man hissed out.

A pause of dreaded silence swept over the both, "if that'd be all, may I start my mission?" the woman asked.

"Very well Jun. Go ahead." He spoke, leaning back into the chair.

She got up and began leaving. Opening the door, she stopped. Taking a deep breath she turned to look at the man, "if I should return…successfully, I would ask you to look at me better, perhaps once again as your lover. Sayonara (good bye) Haru-san"

"Sayonara Jun"

With the definite go, Jun exited the room to begin her imperative mission, one that was so dramatized by her former lover. Understanding that the mission required more than a pretty face, pretty dress and a slender blade, Jun in fact believed that the only way to win over, or to kill Prince Zuko, was to in fact come to him, the least expected way.

As a maid.

Grinning that the young prince would never suspect such a sneaky attack, she readied herself by preparing specific weapons for the kill and ensuring that, if for some reason she was to die…she'd leave a letter to Haru claiming her love.

'There will be time for moping later Jun. Right now I'm fighter. My blood is hot, my adrenalin is rushing and my spirit is unbreakable. I must locate Prince Zuko, and as Haru has emphasized, be done of him. And that's exactly what I'll do.'

Opening her door, she went straight to her cubby. Opening the cupboards, on a single rack was a katana (a blade). Taking the blade from the rack, she remembered the first time her father had given her the lethal weapon. Old memories flooded but she shook them out. Now was not the time to feel nostalgic…much less passionate. Now was the time to turn on all her inner power and achieve a status that Zuko, Prince of the Fire Nation would never suspect.

Unsheathing the case of the blade, she saw the katana (blade) in perfect shape. Its silvery edge was alluring, enticing, deadly and spotted with the name Zuko all of it. "Soon my prince, you will see that the true enemy there is in this world, is a not a man…but a woman."

Placing on a simple kimono (dress) she tucked the katana (blade) within her sash and left with nothing but a streak of confidence within her.

With a smirk of defiance on her face, Jun saw no possible way a young prince could defeat her. Besides, what were the odds, Zuko was even aware a woman would kill him?


To be continued…