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Rose Hunter 7

Kamijo couldn't remember the last time he'd had so much fun. Ok well actually he could, but needless to say it had been quite a long time. If he had to find one word to describe Yuki, it would be persistent. The assassin was always following him, constantly watching for the opportune moment to strike. Kamijo had to constantly be on guard, making sure something blocked him from Yuki's line of sight, be it person, plant, or miscellaneous object. His assassin would even follow him during the day despite his obvious hate of sunlight. It had been a long time since he'd had such a good challenge.

To Yuki's credit, he found excellent places to hide, and still keep an eye on Kamijo. It would be impossible for any normal human to find, and keep track of him at all times, but he clearly had no experience when it came to hiding from vampires. Although Kamijo couldn't really hold that against him seeing as how he didn't even know they existed. Using his vampiric abilities, it was easy to locate the assassin no matter where he hid, and prevent him from getting a clear shot.

It didn't take long before Kamijo became bored of just avoiding the hunter, and decided to go on the offensive. One evening Kamijo was walking amongst a large crowd of people, trying to walk right in the center of all the chaos, to prevent the assassin following him to get a clear shot, when suddenly he got an idea; Time to see how skillful his assassin was when it came to being on the receiving end of attacks.

Quickly turning Kamijo darted into an ally the crowd of people walked by. Using his vampire speed he quickly raced down the ally setting up his trap as he did so. It was a pretty basic trap, but affective. Taking out a long stretchy rubber band like rope, he looped the ends around 2 metal hoops which we attached to two small throwing knives. Forcefully he threw the knives so they were embedded solidly in the alleyway's strong brick walls. Then, pulling out a slightly larger throwing knife, he rested the hilt in the very center of the rope, its tip pointed towards the mouth of the ally, and pulled the rope back until it seemed like it would snap.

The minute his assassin turned the corner Kamijo let go of the rope and watched the knife go flying. However, he purposely aimed the knife so that it missed its intended target by millimeters, slicing said targets cheek and leaving behind a thin trail of blood. Kamijo was having too much fun to kill off his assassin so quickly, and the look of shocked-surprise on Yuki's face was well worth the delay.

After that his assassin became more cautious when trying to follow him, and eventually, thanks to a few more well set traps by Kamijo, following him from as far away as possible. However that didn't stop Kamijo from continuing his attacks. After a few days of, what would appear to others as aimless walking down every possible street of the city, he caught on to Yuki's pattern, discretely watching where the man would follow him on the roof tops. For his latest trap, it was necessary for him to place a trigger some where Yuki would activate it himself.

While his assassin was persistent he was also human, and as such there were random times Kamijo would notice that he periodically disappeared; but never for long. However all it took was one of those brief disappearances to set his trap. The minute he noticed that Yuki had disappeared he made quick work of getting himself up onto one of the many roofs his assassin would watch him from. Glancing around he tried to figure out the best way to set up his trap, the thing that made this somewhat difficult was that this was not a trap set with the purpose of attack, but capture. Kamijo reached a hand into his long, black coat, and ran his fingers carefully along sharp metal wires. A net. However in order for this net to be able to keep it's pray from escaping they had to be lying down or flat against an object, preferably a floor or wall. Yuki however was always moving, Kamijo needed to find a way to make him immobile for a few seconds.

As Kamijo quickly tried to come up with a plan in his head he paced the roof, however as he walked to close to the roofs edge the boards cracked under his wait and the tiles of the roof became loose and slipped from their places, falling and shattering as soon as they hit the cobblestones below. Kamijo suddenly found himself falling with them however, as graceful as any cat, he flipped himself mid-air and landed elegantly on his feet. Before he could get angry at himself for even falling off the roof in the first place realization hit him and a mischievous grin appeared on his face. Perfect.

In order for his trap to work, Kamijo needed to get Yuki to stand near the edge of the roof. How he was going to get Yuki to do that he wasn't quite sure, but one way or another he would find a way for his assassin to do just that.

There was an inn not to far from where Kamijo had laid the trap for his assassin, and inside this inn Kamijo knew of two very beautiful women. There was nothing wrong with entertaining himself while trying to figure out a way to lure Yuki into his trap. Putting on his most devastatingly handsome and charming smile he walked in and asked to see Marie and Renee.

Not moments after the three of them had left the inn Kamijo had noticed that his assassin was once again following. Taking both of the girls arms in his own he elegantly walked them around the city, asking them how they were and what new and 'exciting' things were happening in their lives. Whenever he posed a question to the ladies however, he never actually heard the answer, just flashed his dazzling smile and nodded occasionally. What had his full attention was the black clad assassin following them, and trying to get a clear shot at him. The minute Kamijo thought his assassin was about to fire he spun the ladies on his arms around, using them as shields to block himself from view. Kamijo would never normally use women as shields and of course if Yuki actually did fire a bullet at them he would most definitely push them out of the way, however, judging from that fight he witnessed in the café Yuki was not one to harm women. The look of annoyance on his assassins face further confirmed his theory.

It wasn't much longer until the sun began to set and darkness consumed the land. Kamijo led the ladies back to their inn down streets warmly lit by lamps. Watching with anticipation as his assassin leapt from rooftop to rooftop, trying to keep him within range of his gun no doubt. When he got to the inn's doorstep he gave the ladies his most heart stopping smile and kissed them each on the hand, as though they were princesses. During each hand kiss he glanced at his assassin getting closer and closer to the edge of the roof where he had laid his trap. Just as the ladies had walked through the inn door Kamijo heard the crack of the roof, and the sound of something solid hitting the ground followed quickly by the sound of metal embedding itself deep within cobblestone.

Before Kamijo could turn and go see how well his trap had worked he was stopped by a hand on his arm and an invitation by the two ladies to come in and have a drink before he left. Unable to refuse a woman's request Kamijo reluctantly followed them into the inn. Alcohol didn't affect Kamijo but it quickly got to the women. After finishing his drink he kindly thanked the women and tried to make his leave, but was stopped by them telling him to stay and have another while they clang to him and giggled like mad. Finally after having three more glasses of wine the women had finally passed out. Kamijo carefully picked each girl up and carried her to her own bed. Looking at one of the clocks in the room he sighed, the girls had kept him occupied here for three hours. Stepping outside he headed for the alleyway were he knew his assassin would still be trapped. As he walked he noted the thin dusting of snow on the ground and the flakes still falling frowning slightly. Snow after such a beautiful spring day; it shouldn't even be possible.

He hadn't realized how cold it was until he had walked up on his assassin's trapped and slightly shivering form which quickly stopped as soon as he made his presence known.

"Well, well, well, what have I caught in my net; A trapped little assassin."

Kamijo watched as Yuki tried to move his head towards the sound of his voice to get a better look at him, but was stopped by a cut on the cheek thanks to the diamond-metal net keeping him firmly in place. The smell of blood in the air had Kamijo's fangs elongating, and had the assassin been facing him, would have learned just why Kamijo was so good at avoiding him. The last time Kamijo had fed was the day he had rescued Yuki from the men in the ally, but hadn't found the opportunity to do so since then, thanks to that same person who now lay trapped in his net. Calling on all his self control he retracted his fangs and forced himself to ignore the smell of Yuki's blood.

"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," stated Kamijo, hoping that Yuki wouldn't try to move and cut himself further.

"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?" he heard Yuki scoff. No doubt thinking about how many other assassins had fallen for the same thing.

"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."

His assassin didn't respond, but Kamijo noted, when a rather strong gust of wind blew by, Yuki's unrepressed shiver.

"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," said Kamijo trying to explain himself, though he wasn't quite sure why.

"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.

Kamijo sighed and pulled out his sword from its sheath.

"Are you really so eager for death assassin?" asked Kamijo softly. He never could understand why people were constantly asking for death when the world still had so much beauty and wonder to offer them.

He heard Yuki snort 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 your annoying scare tactics because they will not work on me."

Upon hearing his assassin's speech Kamijo stabbed his sword mere millimeters from the man's head in a fit of rage.

"And what do you know of the world boy!" Kamijo shouted angrily 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?"

Kamijo was so mad he couldn't even look at the man anymore. Even the idea of killing the man sickened him. There was no fun or challenge in killing a man eager to die, and the fact that he believed the world held nothing for him was even worse. Using his sword he swiftly cut through the net holding Yuki 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." With that Kamijo turned and headed for the ally's exit only to stop at the entrance after hearing his assassin's next rant.

"And what could a pampered little rich boy possibly know about my life!" shouted Yuki. "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!"

As Kamijo pondered his assassin's words, he watched as the man tried to raise himself off the ground, only to collapse back onto it moments later with a small cry of pain. He must have injured his back when he fell. He heard the man chuckle as he lay shivering harshly on the ground. What could he find so amusing about the fact that he's going to die? Kamijo was honestly curious about this man's past, after all not too many men his age were assassins, and even fewer with his personality. Eventually Kamijo's curiosity won out and he decided that he would keep his assassin alive a little bit longer, even if the man didn't want to be.

Walking back over he noticed that Yuki was unconscious and no longer even shaking. The man needed to be taken someplace warm immediately. Being mindful of Yuki's injured back Kamijo carefully picked him up and started carrying him quickly in the direction of his mansion.

I hope Jasmine's prepared for a visitor, Kamijo thought wryly to himself before looking down to glance at his unconscious travel partner; His mind once again replaying Yuki's rant.

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