You Really Suck

An Ib Fanfiction

A/N: Thank you for all the views and reviews! I'm so glad you all like it! I would have updated sooner, but school got in the way. Sorry!

Anyways, here you go. Enjoy!

Chapter 2- The Black Assassins

Me?

My name's Ib.

That's a really pretty rose by the way.

I love Azure!

Even though the colour's so solemn…

"Dad, what's the point of a bodyguard?"

"Son, this is a dangerous business I dwell in. And for that, many people will kidnap you, or worse, for money from me. I need to keep you safe."

"Yeah, I understand THAT. Why does it have to be a girl though?!"

Father sighed. "She's the best in the business flat out, with no competition."

I sighed. A girl protecting me? The thought was vile.

"Don't be so spoiled, Garry."

I rolled my eyes. He just never understands.

We reached the main building much faster than I would have liked. Father used his ID to get us in, and called for the bodyguard. My father owns a small, yet extremely beneficial and profitable company. It's the government's most elite force. Although they're commonly known as the Secret Police because of their concealed identities, their official name is The Black Assassins, abbreviated to the BA. If you at had at least met one, you would be immediately popular. They were that big of a deal. I've met a couple of the members; there are 11 in total, 10 guys and 1 girl. I've never met the girl. She'd only been a part of the group for about three years anyway, and was by far the youngest. About my age, I think. However, I heard from the people that had seen her in action and from some of the BA members themselves that she was amazing. Much more skilled than anyone else in the group. Of course, I didn't believe them. How can a 17 year old girl with barely any experience be better than adult men with years of experience? And I thought that even more so when she walked in, when I wasn't laughing of course. She walked in with one of Father's associates not soon after he called for her, and I burst out laughing at the sight. She looked like a 13 year old! She was short and flat, for one. Her hair was short, or I'm pretty sure it is, most of it is concealed. Only the fringe; choppy dark chocolate bangs with long sides covering her ears; were visible. She wore a sweatshirt with noticeably long sleeves. The sleeves went far past her hands. It was all black except for the tips of the sleeves, the collar, and a bit by the bottom by the pockets, which were NOT big enough for her sleeves. She wore a black skirt with black spandex and black laced combat boots. Her eyes were a deep, alluring, luxurious red. At my laughter she shot a glare. "Something funny? Or did you just see your reflection in the mirror?" With that, father and his associate started laughing, and I frowned. Well, this was going to be pleasant.

We were in the car for 20 minutes before I started conversation.

"You got a name?" I asked.

"Call me Ib, it's my alias," she replied, still gazing out the window.

"What, no full name?"

"No sir," she replied again. She didn't bother glancing toward me. Her enthralling red eyes just gazed into nothing. She seemed…sorrowful, almost.

"Have we met before?"

It just slid out of my mouth. I don't know why, but I think I know her. Her red eyes are so familiar. Just thinking about it made my head hurt.

"Not that I know of," she said rather fast. Her face was hidden under her bangs.

"Well then, Ib. My name's Garry."

I held out my hand for us to shake. She turned, and slowly brought her hand out as well. Her grip was rather light, and her hand was covered by the sleeve of her sweatshirt. Her bangs and hood covered her face, and she barely looked up. To be honest, it was rather irritating.

"I need some advice, Ib."

"What about, sir?"

"First off, call me Garry."

"Yessir. I-I mean, Garry." She blushed at her blunder. I smiled bigger, trying to make her less uncomfortable. A Lady's Man must keep his rep.

"Second, what's the best way to humiliate someone?"

There was confusion in her expression, but she didn't ask why. Maybe this wasn't my best choice. She seemed to think for a moment. She then turned and answered.

"I would go for their most vulnerable spot. However, I don't believe in unnecessary violence."

"This isn't violence."

"Like hell."

The fierce change in her tone was nerve-racking. She was obviously not pleased with my ignorance.

"…Thanks anyway though."

"Sure, no problem."

Then there was an awkward silence. It was broken by Ib, just asking a random question about education, probably to keep the conversation going. I told her that I went to a performing arts highschool, even though I had albums out. She seemed shocked at that part. Not up to date on music, I suppose? Anyway, she told me she goes to normal highschool, and from there we talked about normal things. Dare I say we were friends? I was still not pleased that she was my bodyguard, and the wretched feeling returned when we reached the party. She acted professional and stood up straight and reformed. I was the exact opposite. I had my hands in my coat pockets, even though I hated this coat compared to my favorite long, ripped, green coat. It was plain and black like my pants, and was short. I had plain black shoes as well, and a white dress shirt. I always found art exhibits dull anyways, and I preferred to stand in the back and drink. But Ib reminded me we were both underage. She seemed to enjoy the art, so we walked around and looked, for her. There was something about Ib that I liked. It wasn't as bad as I thought, but I still didn't like it. After we took a glance at all the art, we headed to the back and finally got our drinks. I got us champagne, and unlike me, Ib was very casual with it. She didn't seem to be that fond of drinking, however, but dealt with it for me. I appreciated that. But after I finished my first glass, (I needed to be wasted to enjoy that party) a mob boss decided it would be a dandy idea to hold everyone hostage for ransom. Of course, the innocent had to freak out and not handle the situation maturely, so shots were fired pretty early on. That's when we took action.

People were already bloody on the ground, which was a very big problem. Ib ordered me to deal with anyone still standing and able to get out, and to call an ambulance. She was to deal with the mafia alone. Even though there were over 100 full grown men. I frowned, but let her do her job. She first took a knife and threw it into the boss' back, and he fell to the ground spurting blood. Ib fired her gun next at anyone she could of the mafia, never missing their heads. Then it was their turn to fire back. She was able to avoid all the bullets fired at her, due to her acrobatic talent. Whenever she got close, she would bash their heads in. As gruesome as it was, it was incredible. This was the nature of a BA, a ruthless killer with no emotion. As she took on the 100 men without getting hurt in the least herself, I realized why she was the strongest of all. The strongest in the world. She was flexible, calmheaded, powerful, and strategic. I felt so safe knowing she was there. Once the police showed up, they took over and handled anyone still alive. Only a few innocents died, and many were injured. It was rather sad. I found out from the police that it was a giant mafia group that Ib singlehandedly took down. Speaking of Ib…

I found her looking at a broken piece of art. I walked up to her and we stood in silence for a while. She then broke the silence.

"It's a shame. I really liked this piece."

She turned to me and looked up. She flashed a bright, sweet smile. It looked really cute. I blushed at these foolish thoughts, then finally noticing the giant gash on her cheek. It seemed to be from a knife, and was very deep. I put my hand on her other cheek.

"You're hurt."

"Nothing new, so why does it manner?"

Ignoring her comment, I ripped off some of my shirt and took out my handkerchief. I got a water bottle from the policeman and poured the water on my handkerchief.

"It could get infected."

I used the handkerchief to clean the wound. I was going to wrap the cloth around her head to cover it, but before I did, I subconsciously leaned in and kissed it. I realized what I was doing too late, and we were both beet red. We spoke no more as I wrapped the cloth around her wound. She, still blushing, quietly thanked me. And with that, we were off to the car.

On the ride back we said nothing. We just sat there, staring at nothing. I don't know why I was so freaked out. I mean, I do the same thing to other girls all the time. But yet, I was beet red and choked up. Was it because she could tear me to bits? Maybe. But before I could establish anything, we were there. We both walked out and another car was waiting to take me home. Father than came to greet me.

"I had a feeling they'd show up tonight. Ruthless bastards. That's why I sent Ib with you. Since it went well, I've decided she will be your personal bodyguard!"

"WHAT?!"

We both screamed in unison; the first thing said in a long time. Our faces were beet red.

"Yeah, isn't it great?"

We both loosely agreed; we had jobs we wanted to keep. I turned to walk to the car, as she walked away with father. But then I remembered.

"Thanks for the advice, Ib!"

Ib turned to me, her expression as normal as I've seen all night. She smiled and nodded. "Anytime!" she said, and then we were off. I had something to plan for school tomorrow.

I put a baindaid on my gash after I did my morning routines. Garry should NOT have done that, which I blushed just thinking about it. I then let myself relax and focus on my day. No point in worrying about it now.

When I got to the Performing Arts school, Mary met up with me quickly. We talked on our way to lunch, until we noticed a crowd. Naturally, we went in to see what the crowd was laughing about, and they seemed to be laughing in my direction when they noticed me.

Oh no.

It was my face, on the picture of a baby. And under it said: Babies shouldn't be in school, so get out!

I wanted so badly to sigh and move on. It was really bad. But the laughter of everyone, just pointing at me and laughing, that stung. So I ran away. I didn't need to blow my cover by under or over reacting, so I pretended to cry and ran away. I had no clue where I was going, to be brutally frank with you. As I ran, Garry and his friends were walking past, giggling about Garry's neato trick. He laughed at me until he noticed the bandaid, and immediately stopped. "Isabella?" he said in confusion. I froze to look at him for a second, but then I ran faster past him, and cut to the staircase. "ISABELLA!" I heard him yell, although I ignored him. I hadn't noticed the girls following me as I ran up the stairs. I ran all the way up, until I hit the roof. Dead End. The girls were then right behind me. "Hey pipsqueak. What's uh- oh wait. You wouldn't know." And then they laughed as if they were the most clever girls in the world. I backed up. Oh, this was bad. They walked closer as I backed up. This repeated until I hit the edge. Oh, this was very bad. I glared at them, which was something they returned. They got as close as possible and smirked. "Why don't you just die already?" Garry came running up with the principal and a crowd of students, Mary and Kourin next to Garry. At that point it was too late; they pushed me off the edge. I could've fully escaped them. But I had a cover to keep. I didn't scream, because there was no point. If I screamed I couldn't concentrate. I then turned to face the ground, evaluated, and aimed for the trees. The first to branches I saw I grabbed on to, going into a flip and slowly lowering myself doing this over and over again. However, I still couldn't land safely, so I aimed myself for the pool. I dove in perfectly, but the water unstraightened my hair and made my eyes and gash burn like hell. I came up for air, and slowly swam to the edge. I then peeled off the baindaid of my gash and rested at the edge of the pool, trying to calm myself down. The adrenaline was too much. People came running as fast as possible to help me up, Kourin in the lead. Mary was at Garry's side. Kourin gave me his shoulder and helped me up, although I sat right back down again, with him kneeling next to me. Garry and Mary came up. "Isabella, I-"

"Garry, just SHUT UP!"

The three of us turned to face Kourin. "This is your fault anyway. If you hadn't posted that STUPID picture on the bulletin, nobody would have been encouraged to do this, none the less your friends!" At this point, everyone but the principal and the girls who had pushed me were listening in. Garry shut up, and still had a horror-struck look on his face, which he should have. Kourin was right. "Just because she's short, doesn't mean she's lesser than us!" Garry was still choked up. "Don't worry about him, Garry. You did nothing wrong. He's just being stupid." Now we turned to face Mary. No one seemed to be paying any attention to me, so I took out my contacts to help level the pain. Mary stood simply by Garry's side. "It was Angie's fault. She was the one who pushed Izzy in the first place." Sick of this conversation, I stood up and began to walk away. Unlike my usual strut, it was a normal walk. It was then that Kourin noticed my gash. "Belle, your face…!"

"Don't remind me."

I mentally slapped myself. Isabella was my alias, so she had a different face, voice, and personality than me, Ib. However, now I not only looked like Ib, but I used the Ib voice. I had every right to, I was pissed by the whole situation. Garry faintly noticed, but he left me alone, and I simply walked to the nurse.

Well, it was my fault anyways.

I was the one who gave him the advice.

A/N: ERMAGERD IT'S SO LONG *^* *dies*

Oh well, I hope you enjoyed!

I'll try and update again ASAP!~