Whee, I finally finished with this one. I have no beta for this, so I don't know what to do. So here it is! An unbetaed but finished piece

Chapter 2

The first thing the Organization had given me was an apartment for me to live in. It was next door to Cognac's so she would be able to reach me in a short time, and the fact that she was my 'guardian'.

Speaking of Cognac, if I had to say one thing about her in a matter of seconds, I would say that she was petty, as I was a fast learner. Each time I got something correct in a span of days, she would just make sure that the next thing she taught me was harder. It wasn't my fault that I first observe before performing whatever tricks she wanted me to do.

Even if she was sent out on missions, she would make the other agents train me. From normal school subject, to 101 assassination, 101 how to hide a body, hacking, and many more that would usually be found in movies and comic books.

I barely had time to me and myself. I had to interact with every other agent that were on the top as I was kept a secret in case there was a mole in the organization. After all, what use is a child agent when they couldn't be kept a secret? If the public gets a hold of this, they wouldn't hesitate to 'rescue' me. What a bother.

Cognac was in charge with my training. Guns and how to use them, 101 disguise technique, and the arts of acting. She was one of the honey-pots the organization has, and the only reason why she's my main tutor was because she did something to make the organization suspect her loyalty and decided to place her in charge of me so she'll be extra busy, not loiter anywhere else.

Too bad for her that she was stuck with me until I finish my training, or until one of us dies. Morbid but true.

The first time I did a mission was with Cognac who was forced to drag me along for experience. We were on a mission to assassinate someone who had been getting too laidback for someone who was supposed to have sold some information from the Organization.

Cognac led me to the top of a building a few blocks away from where the target was supposed to be.

"Set up your gun." She ordered me. I heeded her orders, taking out and arranging my sniper gun she gave me for being able to complete a task 2 months ago. I set the gun on top the the roof railing, lying down and looking at the scope to get a better view. Cognac laid beside me, instructing me each and every step. I fingered on the trigger, waiting for the sign to shoot.

Once he entered my mark, I shot him. The softened bang of the guns rang out heavily in my ears as I look at my target collapsing towards the ground.

"We've got to go!" She hissed in my ears. I nodded numbly and subconsciously packed my gun away as quick as possible.

We hurried down the building and away from it with the getaway car.

As she drove, she patted on my head in an effort to comfort me, because of how awkward she usually is with real affection.

"You did a great job kid. Now sleep." She said, I nodded and got comfortable in the car.

It was normal I tried to convince myself. It was normal to get reincarnated, to get adopted by an organization, to kill. It was everyday life….

If they're me I thought bitterly, looking at the ceiling of my assigned room. I was given 2 days rest for me to get over the death. I looked at the clock ticking on the wall and groaned. It had only been 2 hours since I've returned.

I looked back at the ceiling and groaned, getting up to take a shower. But, shower thoughts got to me. What if I never did get reincarnated? What did one have to do to get reincarnated? How did I ever get reincarnated in the first place? Why me?

I quickly snapped out of those thoughts, lest I get even deeper, and cleaned myself up. I wiped my hair gently and looked at the mirror in front of me. Even the me right now was different than the one I was used to looking at for a long time already. A lot longer than this life.

I changed into a comfortable pajamas and laid down on my bed, staring up at the empty ceiling. I stared at it before an epiphany hit me. I bounced out of the bed and got my wallet, a wallet full of money I received from the job, changed my clothes, and flounced out of my bedroom.

Cognac glared at me, with eyes twitching. I stood right in front of her apartment room door, waiting for her response.

"You want what from me?" She asked. I smiled at her and shrugged.

"Can you drive me to a shopping center and back? I want to buy a whole lot of things." I said. She sighed. "Just when I have a break from babysitting you." She groaned, slamming her head on the door frame before agreeing.

"Wait here." She said and slammed the door on me. I paused in my moments. Was that supposed to be a no and she wanted me to wait so that I know when to go, or…

Nevermind, I got my answer.

Cognac had a disguise on, a brown haired wig in contrast to her usual blonde hair and a different face. She was putting on a rather fancy dress and wallet. I sighed, no matter what, she would always refuse on putting an 'ugly' person's face. This woman was incredibly petty to the point of envy and jealousy.

"Address me as Kaa-san." She said before locking her door and out the way. I stood in place and ran after her when I realized, my backpack flopping on my bag each step I take.

She drove a rather...normal looking car. I was surprised to see that it was normal. I took the seat belt and fastened myself, placing my backpack on my lap.

We went for the main street, choosing to browse through shops. We would go in and out of different shops. 100 yen stores was the go-to store for me, but I had to force Cognac in as she refused to go in cheap stores. I didn't mind it as it was useful and if it broke in such a short time, I just have to buy another one cheaply. It barely made a dent on my wallet, but I felt sad to see so much money gone.

When I got to my apartment, I started giving it a makeover. I was usually too tired for me to decorate my room, but now that I have time, I gave it a huge change.

I painted the dreary gray walls, sea blue. I replaced the bedcovers from plain hospital white to just random stuff I was interested in. I personally liked the galaxy one rather the cartoon monkey with bananas.

I know that I wasn't meant change it, as I might have to change to a different apartment, but I was hoping that I could keep this for a long time.

News can be extremely interesting. I slouched on the couch, browsing through the television. It was currently a school day, so there was no interesting channel at all. It was all boring and even more boring shows that I don't know why adults can even watch these without sleeping. Even I couldn't stand those types of things during my previous life. I only watched the news so I know everything that needs to be known.

Murder, weather, Crime, another murder. I sighed. Browsing through these things could be a bit tedious. I turned the television off. Too bad that technology weren't as advanced as before as there wouldn't be any touch-screen phones until million years later. It was exaggeration, but it feels like it would be a million years.

Should I take up a new hobby that doesn't require much attention? I missed playing the flute, as well as gardening. But unfortunately, buying a flute was expensive, and gardening would take up some of my attention. As I grew, I knew that I would go on longer missions, so I couldn't water the plants. My plants would never be able to grow at this rate.

Everything that are hobbies needs money. Games, shopping, painting, drawing, reading, writing, board games, and several other things. I would have to buy them in order to do things with them. The only free hobby I have is sleep, but even then I wouldn't have much time doing my only hobby as this job requires a lot of attention.

I swung my legs, feet barely touching the floor. At this rate, the only hobby I have is killing, and that's only because I get money that way.

Not to worry. This was normal. This is normal.

END!

I wanted to go to Otakon, but it's in Washington D.C. or somewhere around America. -Sigh-.