Authors Note- Okay I have been inspired to really write this story, but I don't think I can go further than 1k words. Sorry, long chapters is something I clearly suck at.

Usual disclaimers apply.

After eating some stir fry made by Len, he deposited Miku in his room and proceeded to wash the dishes in the kitchen. As he went inside he noticed that Meiko was still sitting on the dining table surrounded by the (now empty) cans of beer he had bought today. He sighed, knowing very well that he will be the one who will have to replenish the stock tomorrow. As he washed the dishes, his mind wandered to the girl in his room right now.

She was different, he could see that. She was silent and had a face almost always devoid of emotions. She was almost robotic, and apparently didn't mind awkward silences in the least. So they both had just sat in silence as he had brought the food to his room. Right now, she was going through his school books, wanting to know what she would have to face once she went to school. Suddenly there was a loud sound of the chair drawing back, and Len saw Meiko leave the room from the corner of his eye.

His mind wandered off to his favourite TV show, and before he knew it all the dishes were done. He thought of Miku again, and decided to get her some hot chocolate. Anyone who had faced such an ordeal deserved to relax and Len couldn't think of anything more calming than hot chocolate. Soon he had two mugs of hot chocolate and he proceeded to his room. Thinking Miku will still be pouring over the books, he opened the door and almost dropped the mugs at what he saw.

Miku was standing next to his bed in nothing but her underwear, examining the area bandaged on her abdomen with scrutiny. But as soon as he opened the door her head whipped around to him with a shocked expression. They stared at each other, completely frozen. Involuntarily his eyes wandered to her petite body. She had absolutely creamy skin, without a flaw save the wound of today. His face grew red as his gaze reached her chest.

"Pevert!" Miku screamed at him as her hand reached for her wrist and he quickly ran out of the room, fearing for his life. Shutting the door he stood there leaning on it, his heart pounding with an accelerated speed. He just saw Miku almost naked! Her image was stuck in his head, and at that moment he truly felt like a pervert. Banging his head against the wall he tried his level best to forget what he had just seen. Hr heard the door open and took it as a sign that she was decent now. His tread slow, like a man does when dealing with a snake, he went inside.

Miku was sitting on his bed with a blushing face. Her clothes were neatly folded and on his chair while she was wearing Meiko's old shirt and shorts. Carefully setting down the mugs on his table, he cleared his throat. "Look, I am sorry. Had I known that you were changing I wouldn't have entered the room." To his never ending surprise, Miku just turned her face away.

"I-it's okay, I should have closed the door." She stammered. Len wondered- was she embarrassed? Well since he wasn't dead, he just gave up the issue and offered her the hot chocolate. "What is this?" She inquired. "Hot chocolate." He replied. She looked at the mug skeptically but took it. Sniffing it once, she looked at him again. He gestured her to taste it. Had she never had hot chocolate before? Slowly she brought it to her lips and took a sip. After some time she nodded at Len, who took it as approval of the drink.

Soon the drinks were history and the awkward silence was once again in the air. Suddenly Miku got up and asked the directions to the bathroom and left the room. Len just stood there in his room, staring after the beauty he would be sharing a room with for some time now. His face grew red as he realised the fact that he would be living with a girl now. His thoughts were interrupted by Miku as she came back to sleep.

The lights were off and Miku was safely installed in Len's bed while he was on the floor on a mattress. He couldn't sleep. There was a girl sleeping in his bed! And she was a very pretty girl, one who was totally out of his league. Oh he could actually image Piko's expression when he would get to know of this! Then his mind sobered up a little. He couldn't tell Piko about Miku, at least not much. He very well couldn't tell him that this girl was named by one if the richest organisations as a shooter.

Suddenly the full impact of the situation hit him. He and his sister had let in their home an assassin. For why else would she be called a shooter? Hell, he was in the same room as a woman who made a living by killing people. He called her woman because even though she was a girl, calling her one made her sound innocent. Another part of him (the same part which was still pondering over the fact that she was just so pretty) argued back that even though she was called a shooter, that didn't mean she was a murderess. Feeling pleased by his counter to logic, he let his thoughts wander to the eventful evening he had.

He didn't notice that the breathing of the girl lying on his bed was too rhythmic for her to be actually asleep.

Once sure he was asleep, the girl opened her eyes and sat up on the bed. Making sure that the boy with her was really asleep, she removed her T-shirt and started examining her injury. Grimacing at it's state, she took off the bandage wrapped around her and exposed the tender skin and fresh stiches. She put her hands on the injury to cover it and took a deep breath. Her expression changed to that one of complete serenity. Her right iris started glowing blue in the dark and her hands pressed down on the cut. The redness of the skin started reducing and so did the swelling till they had completely gone. The cut closed up and new skin came over it.

Suddenly her whole body sagged and a shiver went down her. She removed her hands from the stitches and started bandaging herself again. Her breathing was ragged and short, as though she had just performed some heavy exercise. As soon as she had pulled the T-shirt back on herself she collapsed on the bed, completely exhausted. As she turned to her side with her back to the wall, her eyes swept around the room suspiciously once and landed on the blond on the floor. He was sleeping, that was evident. But he was muttering in his sleep. She raised her head to try and catch a few words of what he was saying.

"Miku..."

The girl's face became tomato red and she huffed to herself as she turned her face towards the wall. Soon the room was silent except the sound of their deep breathing.

Meiko was debating whether or not to message her.

Dr Cul was a good friend of hers and she had interned under her for over an year. It took her some time (and three beers) to remember where she had heard Miku's name. And suddenly she decided to message Dr Cul, because she was the only one who could confirm a suspicion which had been growing since she had heard the girl's story.
To- Dr Cul
Dr Cul, it is me Meiko. I was hoping maybe we could meet tomorrow? I wanted to ask you something, but I can't do that in the hospital.

From- Dr Cul
Sure Meiko. How's tomorrow noon at jCrypton Bar? And what is it about?

To- Dr Cul
It's about the case of the donations.

From- Dr Cul
I see what you mean, it wouldn't be wise to talk about this at the hospital. I'll try to bring the files, but don't get your hopes up. Meet you there.

So, tomorrow Meiko would know for sure.

I hope there are no mistakes….

Well I like writing this story. The Len-Miku scene was definitely fun to write! Poor Len XD. And a blushing Miku!

Hint- Read the prologue again to get why Miku was blushing (both the times)

I love unveiling Miku's powers one by one.

Oh and Meiko's discovery will be in the next chapter (hopefull :p).

Bye!