Karma wasn't paying attention, his eyes focused on the view beyond the window instead of the young woman trying to make love to him. Her hands didn't ignite any sort of spark, her eyes were full of need it wasn't attractive in the slightest, not even the friction of their hips made him excited. His partner, a French girl with bright blonde hair, seemed a little annoyed, her efforts were being wasted. With a huff, she pushed him down against the silk sheets of his bed and finally his mercury eyes were focused on her.

"What's your problem?" She spoke, her voice just louder than a whisper, the light was dimming, and sunset sent orange and pink streaks of light into the sky, dying it delicate shades peach and magenta. The lavish room sat on the top floor of Karma home, overlooking the city from a hill.

Karma raised an eyebrow, disinterest present on his face, but he didn't say anything and his eye only closed, which merely vexed her more,

"Karma!" She ground out, the name being spat out like poison. He sat up quickly, surprising her, his hands gripped her waist and for a moment a flicker of hope appeared in her eyes, perhaps he was finally going to do something.

"Verna," He started, one hand moving to push his bangs back, his hair a little damp from a shower. "n'élèves pas ta voix face à moi." His tone was lethal, but his face remained as calm as before. The blonde swallowed, blinking a little.

"I-I'm sorry but I," Her Japanese was rather clear for someone with an accent thicker than blood. She yelped as he dumped her to the side, dropping her against the bed. He stood, pulling his boxers back on, he wasn't in the right mind-set for meaningless sex. He stood, staring out towards the city, after a moment he turned to her.

"Leave."

"W-Wait- Karma, I," She stammered, Verna pulled his sheets closer to hide her naked body.

"I'm not mad, I'm just not in the mood, go buy yourself a drink." He said, waving dismissively.

Her face bent in confusion, with another huff she rose, keeping the sheets firmly against her body. "Karma what's gotten into you? You've been so distracted lately, is it because of-"

"Don't." Karma simply shook his head, "you shouldn't act like a jealous girlfriend when we both know there isn't anything between us." His words were harsh, but he'd rather not get lectured by his partner.

"You know exactly why I'm acting this way." Verna pulled her dress over her head, the black material fitting her body delicately. She strolled towards him standing to his right, only now could the intricate tattoo on her back be seen. The detailing depicted several rare flowers and a dragon-like creature or demonic entity resting upon them with the presence of flames and something akin to a golden goblet. The brand of the Akabane Yakuza. "I get you want to keep a close eye on her, for whatever reason you have for wanting to protect the enemy, but a date? Really Karma? You expected your father not to get suspicious about you asking the Yamaguchi girl out?"

Karma turned sharply and she froze. His mercury eyes lit up and his lips pulled back into a short snarl. "My father was stupid thinking I wouldn't notice his lackeys hovering about, what is he trying to pull? She doesn't know obviously, about all this, about what her father does, I'd rather keep it that way."

"You're just raising the possibility of her getting caught in the crossfire-" Verna inched back, he had risen his hand as if to strike her but then stopped. Karma exhaled deeply and ran his hair back. "I'm sorry I-"

"Stop apologizing and just go, I need to talk to the old man anyway."

She sighed, but in a matter of minutes, she was gone.

Karma waited until the door clicked shut, then he took a seat in the spacious armchair to his left. He reached over to the small round table beside it and picked up his phone. His fingerprint unlocked it and a message from Megaru lit up the screen. Seeing her face made the tense male relax a little, but not enough to ease him back into a good mood. Not when the reality of her situation hovered over him. It was almost funny; she had no idea the kinds of money people would pay to have her head served to them on a silver platter.

He replied, then took a moment to breathe in and out, relaxing just enough to prepare himself for the mental exhaustion he'd feel after dealing with his father. Part of him preferred when the man was too busy with his criminal business to bother Karma during his childhood. His eyes fell back on the picture, they had taken that hours ago. She looked happy.

"I suppose if I want to keep that smile I'm going to have to do some extra work."

That was fine. He'd do what he needed to.

Megaru hadn't slept well that night. The burning sensation of being watched was choking the poor woman. She at first thought it was just nerves, cemeteries weren't usually the happiest of places and she was prone to nerves on dates. So it seemed just like she was in fact seeing things. It would've been nice if that was the case.

It was around two in the morning when she heard the first steps outside her door. Naturally she remained silent for a few seconds, letting the steps past and listening out for the creaks of the floorboards. She knows exactly which ones creaked.

"Find her and kill her if she resists."
Those words gave her courage to move, she threw her duvet off and crouched silently, feeling around under her bed for her baseball bat, a gift given to her by a friend at university. "You'll never know when it'll come in handy.", her words had been.

She whispered thanks. Rising to her feet Megaru watched her door, no movement. Was that a good thing? She didn't know. The brunette swallowed, calming herself down and stepping carefully until she reached the door. Her breathing halted, she hesitated to turn the handle, and that gap in time caused her to realize her mistake, the door flew open just as she hastily pressed herself against the wall. She readied the bat, the figure who stepped in looked male, she could just about make out blonde hair in the dimness of her room, his body was dressed in black and his breath was silent, much like hers.

The floorboard he stepped on creaked and she slammed the bat against the back of his head. She didn't waste anytime, she shut the door, wedging it with her mirror before she headed for her window.

As quietly as she could she slid it open and slipped through, thank god she was only on the second floor. Below her was a large dumpster, the hood was open and it was filled to the brim with trash bags. Holding her nose she leapt from her window ad the door was effortlessly kicked in. She barely missed the gun fire and went about bracing herself as she landed amongst the trash.

It stunk, and no doubt she now stank but she pushed herself up and vaulted over and out of the bin. As gentle as she was, Megaru was once a student of Class 3-E, she was once assigned to kill her teacher. And a long time ago her class succeeded. She wouldn't let herself be taken so easily.

She crept through the back alleys, climbing the gate that lead to the bins from the main road. She could just make out faint shouts of frustration, but she kept her head down and ignored all but those closest to her. The lights from the building's main halls revealed the number of armed men and women that would've been waiting for her if she had tried to exit through the front door.

Once out in the open Megaru didn't hesitate whenever she saw anything shady, the black van parked outside the building was one and she was quick to avoid being spotted. She ran along the street, wincing as stones impaled the frail skin on the bottom of her feet. Overhead street lamps lit her path and she moved as quick as she could, she wasn't sure where she should go. Her father's home was much to far to walk and she'd left her money back in her bedroom, which was no doubt being ransacked at this very moment. Megaru took a break once she could no longer see the van or here any shouting. She used this time to catch her breath and reevaluate her situation.

Two in the morning. An unknown number of intruders enter her room. She incapacitates one thanks to her skills from Junior High and her usually spot in reflexes. She escapes through the window before she is found and now she's left alone in the cold dark night in her pajamas with very little options on where to go.

Megaru ran a hand through her hair, she looked around, nobody seems to be out. Sluggishly she leans on the wall of someone's front garden, to her left is an alley and to her right is the street.

Her reflexes fail. She almost screamed as she was grabbed from behind, but a soft hand slammed against her mouth, negating the volume to a mere muffle.

She froze, instinctive ready to fight if she had to but then someone spoke.

"Shh, don't scream, don't move, I'm not gonna hurt you—"

Her eyes widen and she looks behind her.

Soft blue eyes meet hers and strands of shimmering cyan hair fill her with a sense of relief so strong she nearly breaks down. The person moves their hand away once she seems calm enough.

"Nagisa.. what the fuck is going on?"