Wow. I've update already? That was faster than expected. ._.

DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING. MARK WALDEN OWNS ALL.

I'm sorry if the chapter's crap, I just felt like I wasn't paying enough attention to this story, so I really wanted to update ^^;

"You know your orders." The man hidden in the shadows said. "Find out their weak spots, and give them to me. We have to destroy them soon, or else he will have convinced the world leaders to sign the peace treaty."

The boy kneeling in front of him nodded, an oval shaped onyx mask hiding his face.

"Do not forget, make no connections with anyone else who is competing. Do not forget your code."

"Connections will break your chances of getting anywhere in life" The boy thought to himself, remembering one of the codes he lived by for the past twelve years he had been there.

"I expect much from you. You are my best agent after all." The man sighed. "Dismissed."

The young boy stood up, bowing as he left. Behind the mask, he sighed. He was getting tired.

He had been preparing for this mission for a very long time. In fact, he felt as if this was the only reason why he lived. His purpose, to serve his leader's every whim. In this case, his whim was to destroy that program.

Without his realization, his feet carried him to his room. It was comfortable, at least. It served simply as a room, with a bed, closet, study table and bathroom. Nothing more, nothing less.

The boy plopped down onto his mattress, taking off his onyx mask. He never showed his face to anyone in the organization. His face was slim, a little angular, but still looked very young. He had dull blue eyes, which were usually hidden under a black visor on his mask. The only thing that stood out was his hair. It was pure white, and people in the organization would sometimes joke about it. Sadly enough, the jokes never caught on, seeing as the jokers seemingly disappeared the day after the boy had heard them.

The boy got up from his bed and opened the drawer of his study table. Underneath an arranged pile of books and writing materials, was a small compartment he had built in himself. Unless anyone saw him, no one knew that the secret compartment he had built existed. It contained only one thing that reminded him of his existence before he was pulled into the organization. It was a small pendant, a half of a whole. It was the black half of the Yin and Yang sign. Where he got it, he had no idea whatsoever. All he knew was that the name engraved on the back was probably his own.

The name Otto Malpense was scratched on to the back roughly. Otto knew that he had no memories of his short life before the Organization. All he knew was that he was taken there after his parents died when he was five years old. He had his suspicions on why, but he could never confirm them.

Otto sighed openly. He gently placed the pendant back inside the drawer, closing it. Just a second afterwards, something buzzed on his belt.

"Number One wants says to fix your things. You'll be leaving soon." Said an anonymous voice. Otto nodded to no one in particular, taking out a stroller bag.

Otto sighed. His room had been cleared, or rather, rearranged. Nothing much had changed in the scenery, except for the fact that felt emptier that usual. He dragged his bag outside his room. He returned to the room, gave it one last sweeping look, his eyes landing on his dresser. Otto instinctively grabbed the pendant resting on his chest and sighed.

"Maybe I'll find out about myself this time…"

With his mask on, Otto headed towards the main room where Number One would be waiting. While walking, he recalled his promise to himself. "Find out about yourself. Who are you? What are you?"

"Get ready." Number One said. "You'll be leaving in and hour. You'll have to wear civilian clothes, so as not to attract suspicion." Number One frowned at the prospect of his agent wearing civilian clothes. Usually, agents who wore those without permission were singled out as juniors. He didn't think his agent was deserving of that.

"Yes sir." The young boy replied monotonously.

"Good. Bring only the essentials. Your special armaments will be sent to you afterwards."

"Yes sir."

"You will be under the codename Otto Malpense."

Otto's eyes widened behind his mask.

"Yes sir."

"Dismissed. Oh—" he said, before the agent had left.

"I hope you'll live."

".....I hope I do too, sir." Otto replied, and for the first time, smirking behind his mask.

Otto turned around, and touched the cheek of his mask. What was that?

Sooo, yeah. It must be crap ._.

R and R plz!