Asami sighs as she leans against the door to Copenhagen, where she just had her sixth job interview. She closes her eyes and remembers the words the manager told her.

"God knows we need more hands around here," Neko says, holding a cigarette between her two fingers. "Ever since Emiya left four years ago, Copenhagen just hasn't been the same. Plus we're always short on employees. The last two teens were a joke and the one new guy we've had for a couple months and he's not bad. So yeah, we would be glad to have you work here. You start tomorrow. Six O'clock PM sharp."

"So you got your job," Assassin said, materializing next to her, leaning against the wall. Her arms were folded and her right foot pressed to the wall.

Asami grew uneasy, her eyes darting around. "Look, I thought we agreed you wouldn't show yourself when other people are around."

Assassin flicked back on of her hair tendrils. "I already checked. No one but us out here."

Asami looked up at the moon shining down on downtown Fuyuki. "I'm still not comfortable with this whole, arrangement."

Her servant sighed. "Look, you're taking this better than others would. It's only been a couple days and you already got the hang of everything. Plus you have old magic roots in you. Faint, yes, but enough to keep my mana levels up. I suspect that's what allowed you to summon me."

Asami looked at her left hand where the command seals had been branded. "But I don't even know how I summoned you."

Assassin waved her hand. "Don't worry about it too much. What's done is done."

She stepped closer and ran her hand through Asami's long brunette hair. "You know, you should let me style this for tomorrow. My maid's generally did my hair, but I know a thing or two."

Asami shook her off. "Nuh uh. I like my hair the way it is thank you."

Assassin pouted. "Oh fine then. But one of these days you'll beg me to do your hair."

"Doubtful," Asami said under her breath. "Now come on. We're going home."

Her servant nodded and dematerialized. "You should introduce me to your mom by the way. She's a nice lady. And her cooking is pretty good too. It rivals the food prepared so elegantly for me."

Asami sighed as she started walking home. She had no idea where to begin with telling who Assassin was to anyone, much less her mom.

As she walked along the road through the city, she passed by an alleyway that smelled strongly of chemicals. She stopped and peered into it, barely able to make out a man slumped against a dumpster. She was about to walk over to him before she was pulled back.

She looked over her shoulder to see Assassin. "What?"

She shook her head. "Don't go in there."

Asami looked back at the man, a thin coat draped over his shoulders. "But he looks like he needs help."

"Need I remind you the last time you entered an alley?" Assassin asked pointedly.

That stopped Asami for a second. "But-"

Assassin narrowed her eyes at the man. "Trust me, we should go. Something doesn't feel right about him."

She steered her Master away and down the road, leaving the man and alley behind.

...

The man woke with a huge headache and blurry vision. He fumbled around before picking up his glasses, one of the lenses slightly cracked.

"Damn," he said, standing on shaky legs. "I knew this was a bad idea."

"Hah," a voice inside his head said. "It was actually pretty insightful. We know where the girl hides now. If you hadn't stopped me-"

"We would've done something we, no, I would have regretted," the man responded back, feeling his ruffled blonde hair. "I only let you drive so we could actually be able to do recon more efficiently and you promised not to do anything rash."

"And I didn't," the voice said happily.

"Because I managed to retake control," the guy said, rubbing his temples. "Look, we need to get back to our Master. He might want to make a move tonight if you're lucky."

"Wonderful,"the voice said with a maniacal laugh.

...

Asami started to grow worried. She had seen briefly a girl with bright pink curly hair a couple times now, always a ways behind her, but gone once seen.

"I don't like this," she whispered.

"I know," she heard Assassin in her ear. "Something's off about her. She's definitely following you. I suggest an alternate route. Take a left."

Asami followed her instructions, trying hard to keep her legs from shaking. She walked onto a deserted road, the streetlamps lining the left side flickering.

Asami breathed heavily. Something was wrong, very wrong. The air didn't feel right, hard to breathe.

"Why hello miss."

Asami whirled around to see the girl with pink hair standing just feet away.

"How did she-!?" Asami thought and Assassin said, "I couldn't sense her. Asami, prepare to run."

The teen smiled big and wide. "You know, I can tell your not a prostitute, but that hardly matters anymore. I mean, everyone is to blame."

Asami had no idea what the girl was talking about, but she didn't like the sound of it. "What do you want."

The girl tilted her head slightly. "Oh, you're afraid of me. That hardly ever happens anymore. But it's not me you should be scared of. It's the one you and all the rest had forsaken."

Before Asami could do anything, she was pushed to the side and she heard the swish of a knife. She tumbled on the ground and when she looked up, she saw Assassin standing in front of her, in a battle stance facing the teen and a little girl. This new arrival wore black pants and a black tattered cloak over her body. Her white hair contradicted her childish looks and several scars decorated her face.

"Mommy," she said, twirling a knife in each hand. "You abandoned us. You forgot us. You killed us."

Asami scrambled backwards, trying to stand, but tripped over the curb and fell back on the ground. "Who are you!?"

Her servant held out her hand. "Stay quiet Master. This isn't a little girl. This is a servant."

She curled her right hand into a fist. "Am I to guess you're an Assassin servant as well then."

The little girl regarded her cautiously. "We are. Are you also mommy?"

"Yes," the teenager said behind her. "They are both mommy."

The new Assassin servant narrowed her grayish eyes. "Then you will die."

Quicker than Asami could see, the little girl darted around her servant towards her, but jumped back to avoid a kick from Assassin.

"Oh no you don't," Assassin said, putting herself between Asami and the girl. "You're fight is with me."

"Fine," the second Assassin said and lunged forwards, knives slashing through the air.

"RUN ASAMI!" Assassin yelled, grabbing the enemy servant by the arm and tossing her onto the road.

Asami scrambled to her feet and ran for it. She could hear running behind her, but she didn't dare look back.

"GOT YOU!"

A sharp pain erupted in her right leg and she fell to the ground, screaming in pain. She looked through teary eyes at the knife sticking out from below her right knee.

The teenager knelt next to her. "Does it hurt?"

She yanked the knife out and Asami yelled out in pain.

The girl laughed. "Oh this is too good. I do enjoy watching others suffer in the dirt."

She stood and raised the knife, the light from the street lamps reflecting on the cold, hard metal. "Say your prayers woman."

Asami closed her eyes, then she heard a swishing noise. She opened her eyes to see her servant throw the teen down the road.

Assassin glanced at Asami's wound. "Hang in there Master."

The other Assassin prowled around the pair while the pink-haired teen wiped blood from her mouth. "This should be fun."

Then a roar sounded from behind them and something darted past Asami towards the enemy servant. She jumped onto the side of a street lamp and bounced off, avoiding the new arrival.

He wore a Victorian suit and an over shirt was draped over his shoulders. His maniacal red eyes matched his messy blonde hair. Blood was splattered across his suit and a knife dripping the same substance was clutched in his right hand.

Asami's eyes widened. It was the same guy from the alleyway she tried to help earlier.

He grinned at the enemy Assassin. "Why hello there. I'm going to keep this short. I have a limited time before I must leave. Let's try to finish this before then."

He charged forwards, laughing like a lunatic. He swung his knife, but the little girl easily dodged his attack by jumping over his head. With a yell, he turned with surprising speed and agility and slashed her arm.

She stumbled backwards, clutching her left arm, dropping the knife in that hand. "You're not mommy. Die!"

She disappeared and reappeared behind him, stabbing and slashing at incredible speeds. The blonde dodged most of the attacks before grabbing the girl by the arm and slamming her into the side of a building. He raised his knife and plunged it downwards. The Assassin vanished in a cloud of smoke and the man coughed as he stumbled back. When the air cleared, the servant and her Master had disappeared.

The blonde man's hair fell flat and he fumbled in one of his pockets and pulled out a pair of cracked glasses. He grunted at the sight of them, but put them on anyway.

He blinked and looked at the Master and Servant, Assassin on the defensive. "What do you want?"

He shook his head, his eyes now blue. "I only came here to battle the other Assassin. Now my Master is ordering my return."

He looked at Asami's injured leg. "May I?"

He pulled a vial from a pocket and knelt next to her.

Assassin grabbed his arm that held the vial. "How do we know we can trust you?"

He shrugged. "You can't, but I'm not here to kill either of you. I only want to help."

After a moment's hesitation, she nodded and let him pour blue liquid onto Asami's wound. She screamed in pain as smoke curled from the injury. Within a few seconds, the pain subsided and the wound had closed.

Asami moved her leg experimentally and found she could move it with no problem. "Thank you."

He smiled kindly. "No problem."

Assassin stood. "Now get out of here."

He stood as well and nodded. He ran down the road and into an alleyway, disappearing into the darkness.

Assassin looked at her Master. "Just to be safe, I'm going to carry you back home."

"What!?" Asami's face went red. "No, I'm perfectly fine- AH!"

Her servant picked her up bridal style and ran. She jumped and they soared over rooftops. Asami closed her eyes, feeling the wind rush past her as Assassin took her home.

...

Kirei watched as the pair of Master and servant left.

"Interesting," he murmured. "Seems like another serial killer haunts this city."

His eyes flicked over to the alleyway. "And him. His knowledge of chemistry could be beneficial."

He sank back into the shadows, allowing himself a rare moment of peace as he embraced the darkness.

Okay, I think I'm done with this story for a bit. I need to get back to writing my Pokemon fanfic because it's so darn close to completion. Well, time for the servant guessing game. Remember, if you want pictures to help, go to my Wattpad account. Toodles