[REVISED]

Chapter 2: Meet Natsume

I Just Didn't Know

Somewhere in the streets of Tokyo, two men were running and hiding as if their lives depended on it—which was real. They couldn't comprehend how the young man has managed to chase them quite some time—he was professional. They haven't encountered something like this before.

9:08pm

"Is he there?" The man asked, panting madly as he tried to catch up with his normal breathing pace. He leaned his back against the sturdy tree, a bag full of cash in his grasp.

"I don't know. I can't see." His partner replied, squinting his eyes at the fog that engulfed them. The fog was thick as a wall, nobody can see right through it, making it hard to move especially if someone was pursuing you.

Their enemy wasn't a regular one—their opponent sent a skilled one this time unlike the other previous ones. The target must had been the bag of cash they were carrying right now, not just a million yen was in it, but a trillion!

"I'm here." A young man called, making both of the men turn to the area where they heard the voice. Little by little the fog started to fade, revealing a figure of a boy wearing a cat mask. They gasped at the sight of him, terror seized them. Now, they thought, they're not going to survive this.

"You!" The man who was carrying the bag, cried. He glared at the boy in front of him, from his physical structure he still hasn't reached twenties yet.

"Yes, me." The boy said as he walked towards them.

"Black Cat." The other man mumbled through his breath as the moon shone down brightly at the boy in front of them. He was considered as a legend in the underground, at a young age he showed his skills to the higher-ups, making him advance to higher level of missions. Nobody knew if he did exist since nobody would dare speak of his name and no one would even live to tell the tale.

The Black Cat smirked under his mask.

As he took one step towards them, the two took a step back. They felt the difference in power as he stood in front of them—sure, from his height he looked like a high school student but the different thing is that: he had a malicious aura coming out of him.

"What do you want from us?" The other man barked. "Is it the money? If you want it, take it! Just spare our lives." He threw the bag of cash at his feet. The boy simply kicked the money out of his sight, this time he looked pissed off.

"I don't need your money," He said as he grabbed the man's collar, lifting him up. Nobody would have expected that from his small height, he had immense strength hiding inside of him. "The only thing I need is your foolish partner's life." He punched the man's face to a pulp.

The guy collapsed and fell with a loud thud on the rocky ground. With that, the Black Cat glanced at his next victim, who was trembling madly from fright. The man knelt down on the ground and pleaded for his life, "Please don't kill m-me!"

The boy looked at him, unmoved by the sight in front of him. He kicked the man's face, causing him to turn backwards. The raven-haired boy snapped his fingers and suddenly the man was on fire. After a few seconds or so, the entire body of the man was burnt to a crisp. Nobody could even identify his face anymore.

He glanced back to the other partner who stayed unconscious on the ground. He dug a hole under the tree and threw the body inside—he buried him alive.

"Finished." The young boy mumbled as he wiped his sweat pouring down on his forehead. He faded along with the fog and didn't leave a trace.

At a building in the busy streets of Tokyo, a comfortable room was prepared for the Agency's workers who take the name of Assassins. From the window, the Black Cat entered and made a silent entrance, not until his co-worker had noticed him.

"That took long." The pale-looking man commented. In contrast to his weak-looking body, his voice sounded strong and dominating. He was sitting on the edge of the bed until the young boy entered the domain.

"Shut up, Persona." The Black Cat hissed as he removed his mask and took a seat on the couch. He rotated his arms, making some of his bones crack in comfort.

"You're arrogant as ever, Natsume." The man said as he stood from his spot. Now that he was standing, you could see the height gap between them. He went toward the boy and cupped his chin, checking if he got any scars at all.

Natsume slapped Persona's hand and glared at him. He didn't like being touch by other men especially by this git's hand. Persona didn't do anything but chuckled lightly at the boy's reaction.

"Naughty, naughty." He said as he eyed the boy. His dark black eyes met the boy's ruby ones. Natsume didn't enjoy being stared at by the man in front of him so he rose from his spot and turned the doorknob.

"Where are you going?" Asked Persona.

"Home." Natsume replied and then he left Persona all alone.

There was a soft creak at the door, Natsume decided to enter quietly, trying his best to wake the people in the house which only composed of his beloved sister.

From the shadows, a voice asked, "Where have you been?"

Natsume sighed and clicked the light switch, revealing a girl in front of him. She scowled at soon as she saw him taking his shoes off. "I was so worried about you!" She cried as she tugged her brother's sleeve much to Natsume's annoyance.

The girl's name was Aoi Hyuuga, she had the same physical features like her older brother—red eyes, plain black hair, slightly tanned skin—making her the perfect imitation of her brother. Natsume simply jerked her hands away, making her sister crossed her arms in frustration. She noticed that her brother had been coming home late but he never told her the reason why.

"Even though I'm younger than you," Aoi chided, making Natsume rolled his eyes in irritation. "I still have the right to scold you as a family member.

"Shut up! You're not mom." The older brother barked to his younger sibling.

Ooops! It slipped out.

Aoi began to cry as she heard the word, mom. It had been a total of three years since their mother, Kaoru Hyuuga, passed away from a car accident. She died while trying to save Natsume and Aoi from death. Natsume felt a tinge of pain in his chest as he saw his little sister crying, he decided to give in for now and apologize to his sister.

"Sorry." He said while patting his sister's back, hoping that'll comfort her from her misery.

Many of their relatives blamed them for Kaoru's untimely death, their father—a workaholic—stayed in London for the mean time to negotiate with other companies.

The very next day, Natsume was late because his alarm clock didn't wake him up—literally. He wore his school uniform and went down to check his sister's condition. He didn't bother taking a piece of sandwich from the table for he wasn't hungry enough to eat breakfast. He glanced at the refrigerator's door and saw a letter from Aoi, clipped on a magnet: I already left, it says.

He crumpled the paper and put it in his pocket.

He gave out a yawn and rubbed his eyes. He wasn't widely awake enough yet, he didn't feel like going to school today but since he's a late transferee, he didn't have any choice. While walking, he collided with someone. He turned to her and saw that she was wearing the same uniform as his.

Schoolmate, he thought.

"Watch where you're going." Natsume warned in a good way, but misunderstanding never ceased to approach him in an unexpected manner.

The brunette gaped at him and eyed him, this action made Natsume annoyed. So rude, he told himself at the back of his mind. He took another quick look at her and noticed something different from her. Even though she looked like a complete nerd, she gave off a different impression. There's something unusual on this girl, he said to himself, continuing eyeing her.

"Who... Who are you?" She spoke.

Natsume stared at her once more from the corner of his eye and asked, "Who are you?"

The girl in front of him gritted her teeth and replied, "Mikan Sakura."

On that time on, Natsume felt that this girl would be amusing for him.

To Be Continued