BP: Haven't touched this story for a while. I am getting writer's block, but I am not going to discontinue this because this was my very first story. Alright, then, I will do my best, and write whatever that comes up on my mind (as usual).

Ryoma's thoughts raced as he walked home with Tezuka after practice that day. The only thing that he could think about is that he was fated to do this. Sure, an assassin would always win his matches. He'd been training for this so the odds are more in his favor then the people he had been assigned to kill so far….but, the last person he was supposed to kill is both and assassin as well as his brother…he don't know whether he can even kill someone from his own family. Anyway, there are two of them with the older one having a higher odd to win... and only one can win this battle. It had to be him. He can't afford to lose.

What if he dies here? Or worse, what if Kunimitsu dies because of his mission? He had lost his family. He had lost Shizuka. He couldn't afford to lose Kunimitsu as well. Ryoma's hand wandered to the pistol in his pocket. It was the pearl-handled pistol Shizuka had given to him for his 10th birthday. It's small, but powerful. He'll be using this gun to kill his brother, that's for sure. This gun was pretty expensive and rare, and many people would sell their lives just to own this gun.

Meanwhile, an assassin from up the tree spied Ryoma and Tezuka walking towards the tree he was at. He saw the glint of the pearl-handled pistol in Ryoma's pocket. His greedy eyes lit up at the sight of it. He took out his knife and started sawing through the branch where the beehive was at. He'll take the gun when Ryoma goes unconscious from the stings.

Meanwhile, Ryoma was still dwelling on the possibilities on what would happen when that day when he has to kill his brother comes. What if… buzz… Wait….what was that? Buzz…Ryoma sharply looked around, hand tightened around his gun. "What's wrong, Ryoma?" said Tezuka, concern laced in his voice. The sound seemed to have come from above. Ryoma looked up, and saw someone sawing through a branch as they passed underneath the tree the person was at. That person looked very shady.

Wait…what was that sound again? Buzz, buzz….It sounded like…Oh no. It's a beehive!

Ryoma immediately took action. He did something only an assassin would think to do. He shot the person on the chest, and the person fell to the ground, dead. "RUN!" Ryoma cried, grabbing Tezuka's wrist and started to run, dragging him along. Just in time too as the nest collided with the ground. Some targeted the now-dead corpse on the ground, while others went after Ryoma and Tezuka. They didn't dare look back as they ran as if their life depended on it. Although bee stings don't kill you, Ryoma was sure he wouldn't recover fully in time for the death match, and he would like to be in tip-top condition when that day comes, which he thinks wouldn't be long from now. The first place they thought of was the lake. After all, they can't go after you if you're underwater. All they needed to do was get to the lake for safety. It's a long way through and it feels even longer when they're being pursued. Ryoma knows this especially well, as he was being chased many times during his missions.

Finally, they made it to the lake and dived in, and stayed underwater for a while. Ryoma opened his eyes underwater and looked up. The bees were gone. He swam back up, dragging Tezuka with him, catching his breath as his hair clung to the bottom of his neck. Luckily, his gun was still in his free hand, as he shook the water out of his hair.

"You alright, Ryoma?" said Tezuka.

"Yeah," said Ryoma. "I bet that person was working for my brother. Funny, how short he can recruit more allies after the mission that killed Shizuka."

"Your brother sounds like one dangerous assassin, Ryoma." Tezuka commented, taking a towel from his bag and wiping his face and glasses.

"Yeah, it's all his fault, you know." Ryoma hissed before holding up the gun. "I bet the people working for him are all after this but they're not going to get it. Not if I have anything to say about it."

"What's so precious about this gun, anyway? Why would many people want it?" said Tezuka, examining the gun that Ryoma handed him. "Although I admit it's quite nice-looking."

"It's not only that, Mitsu. It's very expensive and the handle is actually made of real pearl. This gun is also very powerful, It can actually blast someone backwards when they get hit, giving them double damage. Shizuka gave this to me on my 10th birthday." he said a little proudly. He took back the gun. "I think the time for me to kill my brother is soon. I am sure the purpose of those bees was not to kill me, but to make sure I won't be in tip-top condition to fight my brother so that he can easily kill me. Perhaps they could take the gun on the way when my condition has deteriorated slightly."

"That's low of your brother, Ryoma." said Tezuka.

Ryoma smiled a little. "You have seen him before, Mitsu. Remember the time where we were invited to the ship, and you were asked to lose every match purposely or else we won't be able to return?" Tezuka nodded.

"Actually, Shizuka was there too. Both of us were assigned to kill Sakurafubuki and that fake cook. I thought I give her a signal when I hit that guy with a tennis ball. That was when he was shot, but he didn't notice. The poison slowly got to him, and when he was arrested, he suddenly dropped dead, because the poison had taken over his whole body." He smiled. "I missed those times."

Just then, Ryoma's phone rang. Ryoma immediately knew who it was. It was Nanako, as she was the only living person left on his contact list.

"Hello, Nanako?" said Ryoma, as he picked up the phone.

"Hi, Ryoma-san. I am running out of ingredients for tonight's dinner, and since you are out, can you help me pick them up?"

"Sure, what do you need?" said Ryoma, taking out a pencil and piece of paper to write down the ingredients. Tezuka watched as Ryoma scribbled down the ingredients Nanako mentioned. When he was done, he closed the phone. "Sorry, Mitsu, I've got to go pick up some groceries for Nanako-nee-san. I can't walk home with you today."

"Why don't I come with you?" Tezuka offered.

Ryoma smiled. "That would be great, thanks." Together, they headed towards the nearest grocery store (Macy's Grocery). Macy's Grocery had everything. It's shelves, counters and floor space boasted items from ladies' ribbons to bags of flours; from baby bottles to brand-new pot-bellied stoves. Ryoma led Tezuka to the dairy section, and they picked out the things they needed, and putting them in the basket. Ryoma frowned down at the list. "Argh, the oil is at the other side of the grocery store, and I still have to find 5 cartons of good eggs!"

"Why don't I get it for you? You need olive oil, right?"

Ryoma nodded. "Yeah, thanks, Kunimitsu." Tezuka nodded, and went to the oil section, which is in a secluded corner of the room. The oil section is very empty and quiet. Tezuka had an ominous feeling that something is going to happen. Sure enough, when he picked out the olive oil and was about to return to Ryoma's side, three people surrounded him. Tezuka frowned. When did they appear behind him?

Keeping his voice even, he said, "What do you want?"

One of the boys replied, "Oh, we just need your services for a bit, Tezuka Kunimitsu."

"By hook or by crook." Another supplied. "Our leader needs you."

Tezuka sighed. "Sorry, but I am rather in a hurry now." He dropped the olive oil, and as soon as the olive oil bottle hit the ground, the three attacked simultaneously. Tezuka dodged one punch, blocked another, and kicked the third in the stomach. He threw one over his shoulder, and that person slammed into one of his comrades, and they hit the wall, sliding down. He ducked an oncoming kick, grabbed the leg of the person, and pushed him to the ground. Tezuka got up, and picked up the olive oil and was about to return to Ryoma, when a needle hit his neck. He took out the needle instinctively, but he felt his vision blurring.

It's a trap! His mind was screaming, but he had collapsed to the ground. The last thing he heard was, "Nice job, boys, for distracting him." before all went black.

Meanwhile, Ryoma wondered what took Kunimitsu so long to get one olive oil. He decided to check. However, the oil section was empty, and it looked like there was a struggle at the oils section. The oil bottle on the ground was olive oil. "Kunimitsu" Ryoma mouthed. He saw a piece of paper next to the olive oil. There was something next to the paper and the olive oil bottle.

It was Tezuka's glasses.

BP; Sort of anyhow write, but really, I was watching Beelzebub and having writer's block, but please review though, I hope to receive more reviews this time!