(A/N) I am glad I got reviews (from the few of you who read) and I hope you leave more. I finally reached fifty thousand words on fanfiction and it totally excites me. Next I'll go forone hundred thousand but something tells me that'll take at least another twenty stories haha. Well, enjoy.
"Oh whoops, I'm sorry." Miaka apologizes after 'accidently' bumping into her newest victim, Tamahome Sukunami. She looked up at him. He was much taller in person, not to mention he was even more gorgeous.
"It's alright," he smiled "hey I'm Tamahome Sukunami, nice to meet you." he extended out his hand.
"Miaka Yuki." she said shaking his hand slowly. "So, what brings you here."
"Why I love these sophisticated, slow dancing, parties." he chuckled, giving Miaka a confused look on her face.
"Haha, no." he said reassuring her "actually my father brought me here. Insists I should meet the daughter of the man who owns this house. Upstanding people I guess, and father wants me to marry into some rich family, as do her parents."
"Oh." Miaka sounded disappointed.
"I met her..." Tamahome said slyly "but she's not my type, too caught up in herself."
Miaka smiled an innocent looking smile "Isn't it usually daughters that are married off to rich families... not the sons."
"Mmm generally I guess, but father knows I don't want to continue his business and thinks that I can't make it on my own. Even though I'll do anything for money."
"Maybe that's what he's worried about." Miaka giggled. "Anyways.. uh how old are you?"
"Just turned twenty five. Yes, I'm quite too old to be single." he said sarcastically.
"Why of course." she replied "As am I, the twenty two year old."
"Just out of college?" he questioned.
"No.." her eyes wandered for a bit, observing her surroundings. Several girls dressed in gowns to which her plain black one didn't even compare to. Sneaking into the party wasn't hard, it was just finding clothes for it that proved to be most difficult.
Suddenly she redirected her eyes back to Tamahome, wondering how long her thoughts had been drifting. "I didn't go to college."
It was true. She actually didn't even finish highschool. After all, she'd been an assassin since she was seventeen.
"Ah," he said reaching out to her hand "then we shall get along fine, I am a college drop out." he said proudly.
"Good job." she laughed and took his hand.
She followed him as he led her out onto a balcony and stood out by the rail. "So.." he said breaking the silence, "tell me about yourself."
Miaka smiled as she was about to answer, then realized that she had wanted to tell him about herself. She'd gone so long keeping secrets, being secluded, and alone. It seemed as though everything would just be let out, but she knew better.
She knew she had a mission. And it was to kill him.
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"Tamahome," Miaka could here a mans voice coming from some direction behind them "people started leaving hours ago, the party is over, it's time to leave."
"Alright dad, hang on." Tamahome called back. He looked up at the stars. His sudden movement jolted Miaka who had just now realized she was leaning her head against his shoulder resting.
'An assassination job shouldn't be about relaxing.' she told herself and lifted her head to look and see what Tamahome was looking at.
"See those stars out there?" he pointed "Those are the constellations of Suzaku. Pretty cool huh?"
Miaka felt a tear in her eye as he spoke the word Suzaku. The liquid rolled down her cheek as she thought of what she would soon have to do to the poor naive boy.
Suddenly he embraced her with a tightening grip. "I really like you Miaka, but we've been talking hours and I have to go now alright?"
It was the perfect time, she thought, quite convinient. She didn't even have to gain much of a relationship with him. He was so gullible right then and there.
She reached down and could feel the outline of a gun, strapped to her thigh, through the silk of her dress. She knew she should've grabbed it then, it was as if he was asking for it.
'Things would just get harder and harder the longer I wait' she thought. But instead, the only trigger she set off was her tears as she began to cry, she was so confused it'd overcome her.
When Tamahome had pulled away he wiped her eyes and said "Don't worry, we'll see eachother again."
"I know we will." she whispered. And he walked off. Miaka followed him with her eyes until he was out of sight, within a few more seconds she could see him in a limo riding off to who knows where.
She now faced a dilemna. To follow him, or try again later.
She swung her leg over the side of the balcony and slowly climbed down, fearful of going back into the house for she might be caught.
She ran to the back alley where her dirty, red convertable was sitting right where she'd left it.
She put the key in, started up the engine, and took off in persute of Tamahome. She needed to kill him now, before her emotions got the better of her.
(A/N) I know it's short but I decided to leave it off there anyways. Please review! Remember, the more reviews I get, the faster I update. So bring on the reviews!