Hi there! I finally updated. I got some great ideas, so please enjoy this chapter. It's a bit longer then some of my others, but I guess that's just an added bonus. Also, because of the type of scene, my writing's more action oriented rather than poetic. I still stick a few personifications and sprinkle a few metaphors in there so enjoy! I also officially changed the story to M for language, violent situations to come, and general theme. Sorry bout' that.

Chapter 4- The Science of Fear(song by The Temper Trap)

Disclaimer: I forgot to put this. I do not own this movie, nor characters except for my own OC.

Raizo slipped his finger off the trigger of the gun when he realized the waiter was just pulling out a pen to take their orders. He sighed deeply, letting his head fall. He had never gotten used to acting normal or being normal for that matter. The real world wasn't his place.

His hands were shaking, his veins popping out through his skin. It was nauseating for him to look at it. Tears of sweat drizzled down the back of his neck while his breaths were sucked in a little bit too quickly. He was scared. A foreign feeling to him. He'd never had butterflies run through his stomach in exasperated rhythms, or his knees almost buckle underneath him. No, Raizo had never been scared, until now.

He sat, propped on the roof of a building overlooking a small restaurant. A sniper was sitting in his hands while he looked through the scope.

Mika sat at a table with a man.

Raizo watched, knowing that this was the designated date and almost specified time for Mika to be killed. He wasn't accustomed to using guns; a bullet couldn't touch him. However, the clan he was dealing with was never above using firepower, so he consented to the use this one time. He knew he had to do everything in his power to keep Mika safe. He knew it wasn't healthy, following her around like this, but keeping her safe was his main priority, even if it wasn't welcomed.

He took to watching Mika again, releasing himself from the depths of his mind. Mika sat with her legs crossed, and her slender hands resting on her lap. Her hair was pulled back, with a few rebellious curls hanging down and touching her face shyly. She wore a dress that hugged her tight, tightening especially at her chest; her breasts threatening to spill over the lining. Raizo scoffed at the provocative way she handled herself in the dress. It was unlike her to be so. . . promiscuous. Mika would've looked heavenly to any hungry eyes, but Raizo could see the discomfort laced across her face. A fake smile was plastered on her lips, and her forehead creased whenever the man decided he needed a better view. Her fingers drummed uncomfortably on her lap while her legs fidgeted under the table, albeit only slightly. Even from his high view, Raizo could pick her apart piece by piece. She was out a place, completely out of place.

The man didn't seem to notice the subtle discomforts; he had his eyes roaming over her body possessively. Raizo cringed at the thought of another man or woman looking at her in such a way. Touching her. Tasting her skin. Or doing anything further. Raizo chose to ignore her obvious ventures with others because it killed him to know that he couldn't have her. That he couldn't hold her the way he wanted. That he couldn't whisper sweet words to her. Or wake up to her scent. It left him searching for a way to keep her out of his thoughts; although, she seemed to succeed to push through the barrier of his mind.

Raizo freed himself from his thoughts as he noticed a woman walk in and sit at a table at the far back of the restaurant. She had her back to Mika, but Raizo could barely make out a simple mirror sitting in her hands. Raizo suspected this was the woman sent to kill Mika; although, the way she handled herself and her lack of discreet mannerisms had Raizo thinking otherwise. The clan that ordered for Mika's expulsion was one of utter dominance; they would never carry out an assassination this messily.

It must be another, Raizo thought positioning himself on the ledge, so he could better see the woman. She had light skin and pink lips with slanted eyes and plucked eyebrows. She was pretty, no more no less. All around, she was normal- looking. To the naked eye, she looked of a hopeful student waiting for their first date. Raizo frowned at the thought; it was never something he'd had the chance to experience.

Another man sauntered in, dressed casually with his shirt untucked. He was immensely tall, but Raizo wasn't paying that any mind. He was staring suspiciously at the butt of his dagger hanging discreetly out of one side of his pants. Raizo knew the placement of the knife was extremely wrong, but it should never be showing. Although it was only a small part of the dagger, Raizo could still see the blatant mistake the man had made. He knew Mika would notice these falters; this would give her a motive to leave. Raizo couldn't piece things together; the setup of the operation was flawed. Completely flawed. How could a clan let this. . .

Raizo felt the familiar sting of blood being drawn from his body. He spun around quickly with the realization that somebody had struck him. He was met with an eerie silence and empty air. He took to his alter senses, but he couldn't hear anything. The atmosphere was completely silent except for his frantic breaths and quick heart beats.

Now, he was very frightened.

He felt out of his element; he couldn't sense anything, and his eyes couldn't find anything in the thick darkness. There was no sign of life other than his own.

Another sting sent shivers down his body.

Where was this coming from? Raizo dropped to his knees, his legs buckling underneath. He hadn't noticed how violently he'd been shaking until then. He was shaking for fear. Fear of what to come. He rested his eyes on the darkness before him, ready for the next hit, but it never came. After a few long moments, he considered himself safe. Why would my assailant strike twice, but no more. He or she could've killed me? Why not? Raizo thought to himself, forgetting where he was.

There was a scream below.

Then he remembered what he was here for. He quickly turned around, grabbing his sniper and looking through the scope. There was a deep fog of smoke enveloping the restaurant, making the area hard to observe. Raizo could hear startled screams and rapid footsteps, but none of them Mika's.

Two gunshots spirited through the sky.

Raizo plunged himself off the roof, down the stairs as quickly as he could go. He made it to the ground floor in mere seconds and rapidly ran into the street disregarding all traffic. He discarded his need for discreet movements and pushed what was left of the doors open to the restaurant. The glass panes had cracked, and almost completely fallen out of the frames. The moment Raizo stepped into the restaurant, he immediately fell to the floor when his air was completely overtaken by smoke. He stayed crawling on the floor, trying to use his alter senses to find Mika. He crawled past several bodies, although none of them were burnt. They looked more like they had been suffocated by the billows of smoke surrounding them.

Raizo moved on, hoping to catch sight of what caused the two gunshots. He crawled around for a few minutes, his eyes burning and his ears popping. He didn't notice the large size of the restaurant until then. He caught sight of the kitchen door and decided to go through, deciding his time in the main part of the restaurant too long. In the kitchen, he could breathe again, the smoke having not originated from the kitchen. How peculiar, Raizo though, standing up straight. Observing his surroundings, someone looked to have been struggling there. Several trays were thrown about, and pot and pans were strewn about the kitchen. Raizo wrote it off as panic, seeing as nobody was in the kitchen at that moment.

Raizo kept moving, keeping his eyes sharp and his ears even sharper. He could hear slight murmurs as he deepened his distance into the kitchen. It was a large kitchen with several different stations and sections for different types of cooking. He was currently walking through the section made for sauces and soups; he could smell the herbs and spices tingling at his nose. Multiple liquids of a variety of flavors and colors were splattered across the tiled floors, making it slippery as Raizo kept walking. As Raizo kept scooting along, the voices got louder and closer until he could hear what they were saying. They were speaking in a language he could not comprehend, in a low tone; although, their voices were shaking slightly.

He found the owners of the voices crouched in a corner, hand in hand, with pots and various foods around them. They were holding onto each, their nails digging into skin. The woman had tears in her eyes, and the man looked to be in shock. They were whispering words in another language in startled voices, but as soon as they caught sight of Raizo, they stopped speaking completely. Raizo was never good with people, especially people in shock. He kneeled down to their height and got as close as he dared. He looked the woman straight in the eye, ignoring the gentlemen who just stared off at the wall behind him.

"What have you seen?" Raizo asked in a hushed voice as not to alarm them.

The woman at first looked very confused, but answered after a few tense moments.

"Nous ne savons pas ce qui s'est passé!" the woman spoke in fast breaths, her words barely understandable. Raizo was just waiting for some sort of signal, or hand motion to guide him in the right direction.

"Mais il ya des corps…" she paused, her eyes filling with a new set of tears. "Deux corps" she whispered holding up two fingers.

She took her hand holding up her fingers and pointed that index finger to what looked like a cellar at the far right of that section of the kitchen. "…de cette façon." She whispered softly.

When Raizo turned to walk to the cellar, the woman began screaming and crying, her husband finally snapping out of his trance.

"Il criait!" she screamed, her voice bouncing off the walls. "Beaucoup de cris." She cried, her husband finally getting a hold on her.

Raizo whispered a small "thank you", words he knew they could not hear nor understand. He moved briskly toward the cellar, hoping he wouldn't find what he thought he would. He kicked the door open, ignoring his usual style of stealth.

Raizo held his breath.

He stepped into the room, and sighed angrily. Two bodies lay strewn across the icy floor; the man Mika sat with and the woman from the table in the back. Where was the man? Raizo instinctively crept his hand closer to his dagger, letting his eyes fall to the bodies. He knelt down, but only slightly because the amount of blood pooling around the bodies was enough evidence for Raizo to assume they were dead.

Raizo stood straight, creeping deeper into the cellar. He relied on his hearing, instead of his eyes; he wanted to make sure he did not get locked in. Raizo heard a shifting of what sounded like boxes further into the cellar, and stalked a little faster. He crept in the shadows, keeping himself unseen. He observed his surrounding, noting that several things in the cellar could be used as weapons—several metal bars, bottles of wine, and silverware packed into boxes. He caught sight of the shifting boxes and dove further into the shadows.

"The air always seems to change when you're around, Raizo." A familiar, feminine voice said. "I can feel it in my gut. True love, eh?" Raizo cursed to himself, stepping out of the shadows; his eyes met Mika's dark orbs. She was sitting on the cold floor, wielding a gun and looking a bit crazed. Her hair had successfully untied itself from her ponytail; it now sat upon her shoulders in crazy strands. Her clothes were covered in blood, and the rest of her was badly scathed. Raizo hated the sight, but continued to stare at her; he never got tired of looking into her eyes, seeing her soul.

"What happened, here?" Raizo whispered, shifting his eyes away from hers.

"I bet you can guess with all your spying, can't you?" Mika said, standing up.

Raizo remembered who he was talking too. "Only for you, Mika." He said, lacing her name with extra sarcastic innuendo. He couldn't help but enjoy her company while he had it. He smiled at her response, her body shivering. He guessed it was not from the low temperature of the cellar.

"We must leave." Raizo said blatantly, grabbing onto Mika's wrist. He'd spent a vast amount of the past year looking for and protecting Mika; he was not about to give up his chance to never let her go.

Mika followed behind, diligently muttering things to herself. Raizo guessed it must've been her first time killing someone, by the look of sheer madness in her eyes. Raizo remembered that look in his eyes, and he had reacted the same way; pure rage.

He led them out the cellar, looking for an alternate route other than the main part of the restaurant. He spotted a back door of the kitchen; although, he would've preferred to use the shadows but knew that Mika wasn't accustomed to such travel methods.

He kept both himself and her moving at a fast pace out of the restaurant and through several alleyways. He moved with vigor, dragging her along, not letting go. They finally reached their destination; they stood at the doorstep of a large apartment.

Mika finally stopped muttering to herself and observed her surroundings. "Where did you take me?" she asked, her eyes still crazed.

Raizo smirked, admiring her confusion. She almost looked like herself.

"Oh Mika, Mika." Raizo whispered, taking this chance to deftly pull Mika towards him and capture her lips with his. He wrapped a strong arm around her waist and hugged her to him, wanting her closer. He pressed his other hand into her hair, admiring the feel of it. He kept his eyes sitting open until Mika closed her eyes, melting into the kiss. He tilted his head then to deepen the kiss, and he was very satisfied when Mika wrapped her arms around him, digging her nails into his skin. Their lips melded together in perfection, while their tongues danced together playfully.

With great reluctance, Raizo pulled away, searching for her eyes. When he found them, they were warm and passionate, all madness taken away. Raizo smiled, a genuine smile that had become so very lost, straying away from his lips. Mika returned the gesture, and Raizo could see her soul pouring out of her. He embraced her, pulling her into a tight hug burying his face in her hair.

"Mika, there's a friend I'd like you to meet."

A/N: I hope you enjoyed. I'm not sure when my next update will be but hopefully sometime next week.

Until next time,

Ona