Hey everyone! Back with my newest chapter of Rose Hunter! Just letting you know that this will not be a Yaoi story as I am bad at writing them and I promised a friend that this wouldn't become that kind of story. Anyway I hope you enjoy my latest installment!

Disclaimer: I do not own the band Versailles or any of its members!

Rose Hunter 6

Yuki couldn't remember the last time he had such challenging hunt. He couldn't deny that Kamijo, as arrogant as he was, had a high level of skill when it came to dealing with assassins. No matter how long Yuki watched and waited Kamijo never presented Yuki with the perfect chance to kill him. Always making sure to stay amongst large crowds or that some sort of object blocked his line of sight.

What impressed Yuki as well as slightly pissed him off was that even while doing that, Kamijo still found the opportunity to try and assassinate him! One evening Yuki had been trailing behind Kamijo, who was of course surrounded by a group of people, hoping that he might be able to get a chance to finally kill him. Suddenly Kamijo broke off from the group, quickly turning a corner and disappearing into an ally. Thinking he was trying to throw him off his trail Yuki quickly raced to the ally's entrance and had just barely started to enter when a knife whizzed by his face, it came so close to hitting him that there was a thin trail of blood flowing from a gash on his cheek.

After that Yuki was more cautious when following Kamijo; and after several more failed and over all dangerous attempts to kill the man close distance, Yuki decided that long distance would be better.

At least that was what Yuki had thought, now trapped and unable to move underneath a sharp metal net, he realized that it didn't matter how far he was from Kamijo, the man would find a way to fight back.

Yuki had been following Kamijo via rooftop as the man walked down the cobblestone streets of Paris. It should have been an easy task for Yuki to shoot the man, but every time he made to pull the trigger one of the two women Kamijo had hanging on his arms would get in his line of sight.

Yuki tched in frustration and very briefly debated shooting the girl along with Kamijo but that thought vanished in the same second it appeared. Yuki did not kill innocents, especially if those innocents were women.

As Kamijo slowly walked out of his range Yuki tucked his revolver back in this coast pocket and stood; backing up a few feet before running at a full out sprint, launching himself off the roof he had just been on to the next shingled one seven feet over; landing without making a sound, despite his thick boots.

Looking up to make sure he had not lost sight of Kamijo, he saw that the man was dropping the ladies off at the inn they were currently staying at. He watched as Kamijo gave them a graceful bow, and kissed them both on the hand. The girls were blushing and giggling like mad. Yuki rolled his eyes, if only they new Kamijo's true diabolical personality. Yuki doubted they would be so happy then.

As the girls entered the inn Yuki quickly pulled his revolver back out of his inner breast pocket. This was the moment he had been waiting for. The minute Kamijo would be without cover or protection. Creeping slowly and carefully, in attempt to escape the notice of his target, Yuki moved toward the end of the red shingled roof and took aim. He was so focused on the shot that he barely registered the loud crack that resounded beneath his feet before he was falling off the roof, landing painfully back first, on the cobblestone ground below.

Before he even had a chance to replace the air that had been forcefully pushed out of his lungs a net made of metal wire seemed to come out of thin air and cover him completely. As he gasped for breath he tried to move his body to get the net off him, only succeeding to cut himself slightly on the sharp wires as he realized the net was anchored into the ground by knives.

He focused on getting his breathing back to normal before turning his attention back to the net. He was 99% positive who was behind this; the other 1% being some family member of a target he had assassinated. Either way he did not want to appear like a weak, helpless wreck when whoever did this showed up.

Slowly he tried to move his head, which was facing the ally wall next to him, only to receive a cut to his cheek as punishment. Slowly and carefully he moved his hand toward his pants pocket and pulled out a knife he kept there. The sound of metal grinding metal told Yuki that something was being cut, but after using his hand to feel the edge of the blade he realized that it was his own knife that was being worn down!

What the hell is this thing made of, thought Yuki irritably. Without question he was stuck. That knife was the best weapon at his disposal at the moment and it had done jack-squat to get him out.

Yuki had no choice but the wait for his captor to come for him. In a way he was glad that he had been trapped in an ally. The slightest sounds echoed loudly so he would be instantly aware if anyone was coming, the bad thing was that the most dangerous people lurked in these dark spaces. Yuki was no exception, although with the situation he was in now it was easy for someone to think otherwise.

He didn't know how long he lay there, but it was long enough for the cold spring night to start to affect him. He shivered as a stream of cold air made its way through his clothing and seemed to latch onto his skin. Where was his bloody captor? Another cold gust of wind, this time laced with some white and wet. Snow. Why the hell is in snowing! It's supposed to be spring! The season of comfortably warm weather! First it was extremely hot and sunny a few days ago and now it's bloody snowing!

Yuki was so pissed off at the situation that he didn't here the sound of his captor's approach and to his own annoyance jumped a little at the sound of his voice.

"Well, well, well, look what I have caught in my net," came Kamijo's amused voice, "A trapped little assassin." Yuki tried to turn his head to get a better view of the man, forgetting about the net that ensnared him only for a second, before receiving yet another cut on his cheek.

"I take it you already know this, judging from the cuts on your body, but I wouldn't recommend moving. That net is a mixture of metal and diamond and it is quite sharp," said Kamijo.

"You must have a lot of money to spend if you're using it on this kind of stuff. How many of these have you bought now 10? 20?" scoffed Yuki thinking of all the "other assassins" that had tried to take out Kamijo in the past. If the number was as great as Kamijo suggested it was then he must have gone through quite a bit of net.

"Actually this would be the first one I have ever bought before," replied Kamijo. "None of the other assassins lasted long enough for me to actually have to resort to such measures. You'd be surprised how many of them died from that knife in the ally trick."

Yuki rolled his eyes, but other wise made no attempt to respond to the man's statement. Another gust of snow filled wind blew by and Yuki was unable to contain his shiver. The wind cut through his wet clothes as effectively as the wires holding him in place.

"I apologize for taking so long in getting here. I had a few prior engagements to go to before I could come take care of you," comment Kamijo offhandly, it almost seemed to Yuki like the man was trying to get him engaged in a conversation. Yuki wasn't going to fall for it.

"I have no interest in where you were or what you were doing. The fact remains that you have caught a person who is getting paid to kill you, and you have yet to finish the job," stated Yuki tonelessly.

If there was one thing Yuki was not it was a coward. He had accepted death could come for him at any time the moment he took on his occupation, and he hated it when people tried to prolong the inevitable just to watch their victims squirm. If that's what Kamijo was looking for he would get none of it from Yuki.

Yuki heard what he thought was a soft sigh from Kamijo before being greeted with the familiar sound of metal on metal. From how long the sound lasted Yuki could only assume it was a sword.

"Are you really so eager for death assassin?" asked Kamijo softly.

Yuki snorted before responding, "I accepted the fact that I was going to die the minute I accepted my occupation, and it holds no fear for me. It's also not like I have anyone waiting or worrying about me at home or anything like that. This world is dull and boring, black and white, and honestly it holds no interest for me what so ever, so stop you annoying delay – scare tactics because they will not work on me."

Suddenly the sound and feel of a sword being stabbed into the cobblestone reached Yuki's ears. The blade had missed the back of his head by mere centimeters if Yuki's judgment and the hair standing on the back of his neck was anything to go by.

"And what do you know of the world boy!" came Kamijo's now angered voice. "You who have been alive for barely 20 years, how could you possibly be bored with the world in so short a time! You haven't seen a tenth of what this planet has to offer yet you're ready to let your life end without even knowing what's out there or seeing true beauty?"

Yuki felt Kamijo's sword swiftly cut through the metal wires holding him down.

"Get out of my sight," stated Kamijo disgustedly "I have no interest in killing someone eager to die. If you want to die so badly go do it yourself."

"And what could a pampered little rich boy possibly know about my life!" shouted Yuki as the sounds of Kamijo's receding footsteps reached his ears. "About the hardships I faced growing up or the things I had to do just to keep myself alive for one more day! I'm sure you were raised to think everything is sunshine and roses, well let me tell you the world isn't like that and I have seen nothing to prove me otherwise!"

After his rant he listened briefly for any sounds that Kamijo was still there. He was greeted by nothing but silence. Yuki lay on the ground a few minutes trying to calm his breathing. Kamijo's words had opened a wound that was better off remaining closed.

Taking one last deep calming breath Yuki attempted to sit up, only to be stricken with mind blowing pain originating from his back, causing him to collapse back on the ground. This was not good. Now that he wasn't worked up anymore Yuki was incredibly aware of just how cold it had become. The light snow had stopped falling, but his clothes were entirely soaked through with cold water, which was made absolutely freezing by the strong cold wind constantly whooshing by him.

Now that there was no one to put on a show for, Yuki's body instantly began to shiver with strong intensity, desperate to warm itself. It didn't help very much and Yuki was unable to even curl himself into a ball due to the injury in his back.

After what seemed to be hours of endless cold and shivering Yuki felt himself slowly drifting off to sleep. His professional side knew this was a bad idea and that he should be trying to keep himself awake, but the other side of him just didn't care anymore. His body was getting so sore and so exhausted.

Yuki chuckled weakly to himself. Even though Kamijo had giving up the idea of ending his life, it turned out that the man was going to succeed in killing him after all thanks to that blasted trap of his.

All too soon Yuki's eye lids were too heavy to keep open, and the minute they closed Yuki's consciousness was swallowed by painless, empty, darkness.

Though Yuki wasn't quite certain or fluid enough to care he could have sworn he heard Kamijo's voice speaking to him through the black,

"Don't be so eager for death just yet, there is still so much more left for you to discover, my dear little assassin."