A/N: Thank you to my reviewers and I am thankful you all like my story. To the people think this couple is weird, well…I like them together and I like it. Also I made Christie 22 and Elliot 17. So the age difference wouldn't be TOO bad. Besides, SUE ME IF I LIKE SEEING THEM TOGETHER. Better than these ninja stories I am always reading. They get tired. Anyway, enjoy.

The sunlight shone through the sheer curtains and danced onto the woman's pale face as she began to flutter her eyes open. Having a hard time adjusting to the light, her eyes strained to focus as she slowly rose up from under her fortress of sheets and comforters. Looking over to her side, she read an alarm clock that said seven forty-five AM; and lightly cursed herself for waking up so early for she wasn't the one person you'd want to meet before eleven AM. Feeling sleep about to come over her once again, the platinum haired woman sank beneath her covers and snuggled next to a warn being. Feeling such warmth that she had no knowledge of creating, the woman snapped her eyes open once more only to see another pair of eyes glare down at her.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" she roared as she bolted up from her bed, "ELLIOT?"

"Hey..." he yawned and rolled over to face Christie, "Good morning."

"GOOD MORNING? GOOD MORNING? THAT'S THE BEST YOU CAN SAY?!"

"Ummmmm…" he sat up and rubbed his eyes, "You look cute with bed head."

"THAT'S IT?!"

"Oh yea, you hungry? I can make blueberry pancakes."

"You idiot!" Christie slapped the blonde upside his head, "WE SLEPT TOGETHER!"

"Really?, because I thought sex wasn't going to be apart of the scenario."

Christie glared down at the boy and got out of her bed, retiring to her bathroom.

"DON'T BE A SMART ASS!"

Elliot grinned and laid back down into the goose feather pillows. "Sorry can't help my GPA is a 4.2"

"JACK-ASS!"

"Apparently someone is a grouch in the morning."

Christie emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a plain white cotton towel over her body and a curling iron in her head and faced Elliot.

"I AM NOT A GROUCH!" she paused and calmed down, realizing the blondes point, "WE SLEPT TOGETHER!"

"Not like that." Elliot sighed and got out of the bed, "We just LITERALLY slept together. Nothing happened."

"I know you dumb fuck!" Christie scowled and returned back into the bathroom, "But what would people think if they found out?"

"We fell asleep in the same bed and kind of woke up to hot pancakes."

"Pancakes? PANCAKES!?"

"With bacon." Elliot smiled and walked up to fuming woman, "Calm down."

"Look Elliot, it's bad enough we are….in a position where we are more than friends, but us sleeping together?"

"Does that mean we are a couple in Christie language?"

Christie sneered and walked out of her bedroom, leaving Elliot standing in the middle of her rather large bathroom grinning.

"I'll take that as a yes."

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"ELLIOT, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU TWO DO?"

"SHHHH! Class is starting in a few."

"I don't give two flying fu….freaks! Your mom called me to ask me if you slept over my house last night because you never came home. Luckily I covered for your ass and lied."

"Thanks, I owe you."

"That's all I get?"

"Umm…..want some pancakes?"

"What?"

Elliot smiled and took out a Ziploc™ bag full of pancakes out from his brief case and set them on his friend's desk. "Made them fresh this morning."

"THAT'S WHAT I GET? PANCAKES FOR AN ANSWER!" Kokoro roared while giving Elliot her evil eye, "YOU IDIOT!"

The blonde boy sighed and shook his head. "Are all women grouchy in the morning?"

"Elliot..." Kokoro abruptly stopped and grabbed a pancake out the plastic bag, "You slept over the woman's house…in her bed…more than likely naked!"

Suddenly thinking such a thought about her best friend having sexual relations with Christie made her cringe in disgust and turn up her nose at the thought. Biting into the pancake, that was very delectable even though she wouldn't admit it to her friend at the moment, Kokoro couldn't help but regret leaving Elliot alone in the woman's house last night. He was like her little brother and it was her job to protect him when his stupid ass was to blind to see when things were not right for him. It's been like this since they were nine years old and in the fourth grade, the grade in which Kokoro first saved Elliot's butt from a brutal beating from the local bully all because the rich blonde wouldn't give up his animal crackers. Feeling like it was her fault that…THAT woman took advantage of her friend made her boil up in full rage and anger for the heartless and cold assassin.

"Kokoro, we didn't do anything."

"Yea right!" she snapped back and bit into the fluffy bread again, "You two screwed each other right?"

"OKAY…NO!!!!"

"Liar."

"It's true!" Elliot yelled trying to plead his case, "We didn't do anything. We just fell asleep after about an hour of making out."

"AN HOUR!?" Kokoro screamed, earning a few stares from her classmates.

"Lower your damn voice."

"Why should I? You lost your virginity to an assassin Elliot."

"For the last time, we didn't have sex!"

"Swear?"

"I swear!" Elliot sighed and shook his head, "Why don't you believe me?"

"Oh I don't know Elliot, maybe because you went over to the woman's house and made out with her and just so happened not to knock boots."

"I am appalled you put sex in such demeaning terms."

"Hey, it's true."

"So what do boots have to do with anything?" Elliot challenged as he folded his arms across his chest.

"Not the point!" Kokoro defended and bit into the last of the fluffy bread, finishing it, "The point is, you slept over her house and expect me to believe you all didn't fuck."

"That's exactly what I expect you to believe."

"Whatever Elliot."

"Kokoro, you're supposed to be my friend."

"I am. I am your friend who happens to think of you as my younger brother and as the little naïve boy who is so in "love" with an assassin."

"Her occupation has nothing to do with this Kokoro."

"Whatever Elliot." She paused as the bell rang and greeted the teacher as he came into the classroom, "Whatever."

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Aiming the rifle gun at her unexpecting target as she hid in the shadows on a nearby firescape, the platinum haired woman waited patently for her target to get into shooting distance; for she wanted to execute her victim and put him out of his misery as quickly as possible. Holding the gun with a firm yet tight grip, the woman kept her arm steady for an exact aim on her target as he walked closer and closer into range. Her target, an older man that got a loan from the wrong people for some illegal business and couldn't pay it back, was the easiest target yet; and if she wanted, she could easily take him out with her expertise martial arts skills without breaking a sweat.

As the man walked closer, unbeknownst of his soon to be death, towards to unseen assassin in the shadows, Christie couldn't help but rethink what she was about to carry out. Never giving second thought about killing her "missions" for her money before, she couldn't escape the sudden guilt trip that had taken over her. She knew what she was doing was wrong, low down, and dirty and killing this man, who more than likely had a family and a life, was the wrong thing to do. She was in no position to say who should live or die and sure as hell wasn't god, so didn't have the power to send people "home". It made her feel dizzy and weak all over and she knew why. It was all that boy's fault that she was suddenly this way for he had softened her heart to the point where she actually felt bad for her victims.

Never had she felt like this before and it actually scared her. She felt remorse, guilt, sadness, anger and a flood of other emotions that she couldn't identify. For the first time in her life, she actually had a conscience and it was telling her to rethink her actions and do what was right. Told her to put the gun down and run away as fast as her legs would take her, getting away from it all to get a fresh start at a new beginning. Looking once more back over at the man, Christie noticed he was in perfect range to be shot and killed. The perfect opportunity was right in front of her and she was having second thoughts and actually feeling…guilty

Returning her firm grasp on her rifle, the platinum haired woman aimed for her target and closed her eyes, pulling the trigger as the loud bang rang through her ears and echoed through the streets. Piercing screams soon followed suit as dozens of people below her scurried in a feeble attempt to save their own lives. She could hear them below her, feet knocking against the pavement as little children began to cy and scream while a few cries for help where made. Not even daring to open her eyes to witness the scene before her, Christie shut her eyes tighter to the point where it pained her to close them any tighter as hot tears began to run down her cheeks as the faint sound of an ambulance siren could be heard behind her.