A/N: Next chapter of this story. I'm weirded out. Last chapter I got ten reviews! (This is a good thing) That is the MOST reviews I have EVER gotten on a chapter. This story is going over really well...and it was just some random idea I had. Woah. I hope I keep living up to your expectations.

I have no idea how long this story will be, I know it's going to be longer than I planned for it though. I also know everything that's going to happen, I just don't know how long it's going to take me to get through it all.

Oh well, read, review, and hopefully, enjoy.

When Fye opened his eyes he saw nothing but black. Well, that made perfect sense since his face was buried in a pillow. He flexed his fingers and placed his palms on the soft mattress to push himself up. As he sat up the blankets slipped off his back. They were still tucked carefully about his legs. Whomever had put him in this bed had been so careful, so loving.

Fye's blue eyes looked away from the cream colored covers that lay on the mattress and stared at the room in front of him. It was huge. At the very least it was larger than any room in his apartment. The walls matched the color of the comforters, cream. The furniture included the bed, the dresser, an armoire, and a computer desk that did not have a computer on it.

The young man smiled, despite the fact that it was a large, spacey room, the color combined with the light that filtered in from the windows gave off a very calming feeling. It almost made him want to fall asleep. Which he really should do since he was normally nocternal, but couldn't since he was in someone else's home.

Fye looked around about three times before he struggled with the lovingly placed blankets and stood to his feet. His body protested this action, he was more sore than he could remember being in all the years he could remember. He figured he was really loosing his touch, perhaps soon he should give up this life of killing. He was an A.I. He could learn another trade.

The blond placed his hands on his back and stretched. Fye gasped and widened his eyes, that hurt much more than he had expected it to... He groaned and ran his long fingers through his yellow hair.

As he did this he noticed something laying on the computer desk. A manila folder with the name 'Fye' scrawled on it in neat, compact handwriting. Fye took the folder that seemed to share his name and opened it up. Inside was a single page of writing in the same neat handwriting. He began to read it.

'Good Afternoon Fye, (It will be afternoon when you read this.)

'I hope you slept well. You're in my guest room. Don't worry, as promised, your clothes are still intact.'

Out of good humor Fye checked himself over to make sure that the letter wasn't lying about his clothes. It wasn't. He chuckled and his eyes returned to reading.

'I know you'll be in pain when you wake up. Who wouldn't after hitting that wall like you did? Go across the hall into the bathroom. There you will find a bottle and a glass of water. Take two of the pills in the bottle.'

Fye obeyed. Unlike the bedroom, the bathroom was a deep forest green, but it still had that effect that made Fye want to crawl into the huge bathtub and just relax, sleep, rest. He once again ignored this urge and popped two pills into his mouth just as he'd been told to. He looked back to the letter.

'Although I do not have fresh clothes for you, you are free to shower or bathe if you wish.'

Although Fye did wish to do this, he decided against it. His reasoning being that if he got in, he'd never get back out.

'Go downstairs. Find the kitchen. Eat anything you like for breakfast. I was tempted to buy you a box of Cocoa Puffs, just for you, but I wasn't sure if you wanted to eat something so sweet in the afternoon.'

Fye reread this sentence at least three times before pulling back and wrinkling his nose in distaste. "Stalker! There is no way you could have known that's my favorite cereal!" Fye knew that this man wasn't really a stalker. He was an assassin, he was a stalker, and a stalker would know if they had a stalker. So then how did Kurogane know about his likes? The name Yuui drifted into his mind, but he shook it away, he was Fye. He had searched for two years to find that name, he wasn't going to give it up now!

He pushed it off as the man having a strange intuition for favorite cereals and kept reading. 'Now, like I said, you can eat whatever you please, but do not drink. I know your type, you don't get drunk very easily, but you sure do like to drink.'

"Oh, I get it now...you're a psychologist! That's how you're doing the mind reading thing." Fye waved his hand. "I didn't think you were that kind of doctor, you're not quiet enough. Fine, I won't drink." The blond sighed.

'If a woman named Tomoyo comes by, tell her I'm still at work. She'll take you to be a lover of mine and leave.'

Fye wrinkled his nose at the thought of being thought of as just some lover, "How wonderful."

'Now comes the part you're going to try to kill me for. As an assassin you know you really shouldn't just be waiting at home for me to get there, you should be hiding and plotting to attack me and 'erase' my memory. Too bad. You have to either wait for me to get home or come to where I work. Why is this? I have your car keys, your car, your wallet, and along with the wallet, your assassin's license.'The letter went on to give directions on how to get to the place he worked at and at the very bottom he gave his signiture.

Fye growled out loudly and closed the letter. He ran down the stairs, the medication hadn't kicked in yet, but he didn't care, he needed to get his things back. He went past the kitchen and out the door to find out where this guy worked.

"Sir, you can't be serious...perhaps you heard the name wrong. Perhaps you meant Dr. Kugani? Dr..."

"Ku-ro-ga-ne! I'm here to see Dr. Kurogane! Does he work here?"

The nurse nodded. "Yes, there is a Dr. Youou Kurogane here, but someone like you would never see him."

Fye growled, his blue eyes flashing as he tapped his foot and glared at the woman. He wasn't really pissed off at her, he was pissed off at Kurogane for stealing his stuff to make him stay. "Look Lady, I just walked for two hours to get here and see Kurogane. Please, enlighten me as to why I would never see him."

"You look very healthy."

"Yes, thank you. I don't remember being sick, this doesn't answer my question."

"Dr. Kurogane only deals with those who have no hope. Unless you're secretly chronically ill, he's not the doctor for you."

Fye sighed and placed a hand to his eyes. He laughed a soft, cold laugh. "Okay, here, let me clarify for you..." The chuckle became lighter as he smiled and leaned over the counter. "I'm here to see him, but I'm not here to see him. I'm just here to get my car keys and my assassin's license."

"Y-You're..."

"Fye. There are some things that you never say out loud and together. One of these things is you never say, 'my,' 'assassin,' and 'license' in the same sentence."

Fye turned and looked at the man who was standing directly behind him. He frowned again and hit the back of his hand off Kurogane's chest. "Sure, next time I'll just say 'that little card that lets me kill people.' Give me." The blue-eyed man held out his hand for his possessions.

Kurogane sighed and reached into his pocket pulling out Fye's wallet and keys. He seemed to be about to drop them into Fye's palm, but pulled them back at the last moment. "I said give me!"

"I will." Kurogane offered a small card to Fye. "Your address first."

"What use do you have for it?"

"So I can visit you?"

"Why would you visit me?"

"Because I like you. You've got spunk. I haven't come across spunk in a while. I want to know where it comes from." Fye glowered, but grabbed the card and grabbed a pen from the pocket of Kurogane's white coat. He quickly scrawled down the address of his apartment and handed it back. "Now, how can I be sure you didn't just write some lie?"

"I was programmed to not lie outside of my job and I'm not on my job right now. I had a problem with lying outside of work when I was twenty-two. I can with hold information, but I cannot outright lie to you until I erase your memory." Kurogane didn't seem to truly understand this, but shrugged and pocketed the card. He dropped the objects that Fye wanted into his hands.

"Your car is out back."

"Thank you." Fye's face calmed and he bowed his head in respect before he walked past his new friend and out of the hospital. He'd never been able to stand these places, for some reason they put a great weight on his chest.

"Three." The F.A.I. fell to the ground dead. This one had been so much easier than the first one. Fye's golden eyes flashed as they faded slowly back into a blue that was as bright as a jewel.

This one was so different than the first one. It had hardly spoken when Fye had come up. It had seemed to know why he was there and hardly put up a fight. Fye wondered if it was because this F.A.I. wasn't truly a killer, but a sucidial man who was too afraid to kill himself.

It was almost like the F.A.I. were developing personalities of their own.

When he'd been with them, they'd never had personalities. They did their work and then went to sleep. In the beginning Fye had been like that too, but he'd quickly outgrown it. He'd yearned for more in life than work and sleep. Slowly he'd started to defy the routine, he'd watched television while his teammates were asleep, but that was only the beginning. As he learned more and more he'd sneak out completely, he'd go and talk to people. People had found him strange because his name at the time had only been a number.

He now knew this was because he wasn't a true F.A.I. However, the others were true. They should all be exactly the same. They'd always been the same, but the instance from two nights ago and this night were completely different. If they were the same anymore, both missions would have been extremely hard, or extremely easy.

Why weren't they? Why were the A.I. different now?

"That man...that man is dead! You killed him!"

"Damn." Fye turned away from his car and walked over to where the woman stood. "Ma'am, come this way." He smiled kindly at her and led her a few feet off. She was trembling and shaking, obviously scared out of her mind that Fye was going to kill her too. "Systems activate." His eyes flashed back to gold. "Now Ma'am, don't worry. That man that I just killed would do more harm to you than I will." He placed a comforting hand at her back and tapped her forehead twice.

The woman blinked and looked around. "W-what happened? Last thing I knew I was..."

"You fell unconscious." Fye said with that very gentle smile that attracted people to him like flies to honey. "I was passing by and I saw you. I didn't want you to be hurt so I brought you over here, out of the way. It's very late Ma'am. You're very lucky that I was passing by. Go home quickly now. You must be very tired."

"Y-yes." The woman pulled back away from Fye and looked around frantically. "Thank you young man."

"No problem." Fye waved the woman off and grinned going over to his Subaru model car and climbing into it. He reached over to the passenger seat and checked another person off the list. Two down and about a million more to go.

Fye set the folder down again before he started up his car and quickly left the area, although he technically didn't have to, being discovered at the scene was a sign of a poor assassin.