Yay! This story isn't dead! I have finally got round to reviving it! Okay, this is a new arc, (I suppose) to my story. I hope it's okay... I'm still working it out as I go along... I can't plan stuff out. It just doesn't work... And yay! I'm changing the whole format of chapter names. No more 'the Schoolgirl' this, 'the Schoolgirl' that. Please tell me if I'm being inconsistent with my details though! (if not, Len might suddenly turn out to be a dog-lover)

Updates will be awfully slow, sorry guys.

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(There's a tiny bit of swearing in this chapter)

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Lying

I'm sick of lying.

The boy's finger trembled on the trigger. Len sat back for a brief moment and breathed out a shaky sigh. He closed his blue eyes, hoping to get a little bit of rest. His legs ached and longed to move. He fingered his short blond ponytail, getting awfully restless. How long had he been here? Hours? It felt like a lifetime.

Suddenly, the cold click of a locking door caught his attention. Immediately, he lay back down on his stomach. He could see everything from up here, on the roof of some old building. Peering through the scope of his rifle and spied his target.

The night sky was dotted with stars and the moon shone, eerie and unforgiving. Grey wisps of cloud passed over that silver circle every so often, accompanied with a frosty breeze.

Below his vantage point, was the Dark Alley. It was called this because of what went on in it. Actually, nobody actually knew exactly what went on in the Dark Alley, but that was why it was dubbed Dark. There was an open door in a derelict flat, but the Organisation had been informed that it was more than what meets the eye. By the open door, there stood a bald man. He wore a navy blue, chequered shirt and coarse grey trousers… just like Master Shion said he would.

Len took a deep breath. He cleared his mind completely and focussed on the task at hand. It was a simple task: shoot and leave. The bullets he used were supplied by the Organisation and were completely untraceable by any means. Usually, Len would only have to take one bullet for such a simple task, but today…

Something had been on his mind lately. He could never get out of his head the image of his warmly smiling sister when he'd promised not to kill anyone any more and decline all missions allocated to him that required him to do such a thing. And yet… he couldn't. He knew he couldn't. So he lied and he continued to lie to her. But now he was sick of lying. He didn't want to lie to Rin any more. He didn't want to lie to someone who meant the world to him. But there was no other choice…

With a violent shake of his head, Len got rid of those distracting thoughts. It was absolutely critical that he concentrated, or else he'd miss. He had two bullets with him today, though he hoped that he wouldn't have to use the second. To be honest, he'd hoped that he wouldn't have to use any at all.

Now, his target was about to turn around. Len shifted ever so slightly. His finger tensed again on the trigger. At least he wasn't trembling this time. Determined, the blond boy in black waited for exactly the right moment…

He shot.

It was silent, like the flight of a soundless owl hunting its prey. Silent. Deadly.

Len was about to pack up and leave when he realised a dreadful thing. All of a sudden, there was shouting and pointing. His eyes widened in horror and he mentally kicked himself.

Shit.

He'd missed. The thing he dreaded most had finally come true. This was a nightmare, but certainly not a dream. Hastily, he lay back down and shot before anything else happened. This time he hit his target. His prey died instantly.

Len stayed down for a moment, making sure that nothing else would happen. He was scared and cursed himself for being so careless. He was lucky he wasn't the one who was lying down in a pool of blood.

Grey clouds blocked out the moon, casting an awful icy spell. A bitter wind picked up. Then, the first few drops of rain fell, slowly but steadily. As the rain began to get heavier, Len finally packed up, making sure he didn't leave any traces at all behind. He couldn't afford to mess up even more.

The rain was falling relentlessly as he made his way home, silent as a shadow. It drenched him and chilled him to the bone. His blond hair dripped with the rainwater and his black clothes clung unpleasantly to his clammy skin. He was exhausted, both mentally and physically.

Eventually, he arrived back home. Len lifted his head and gazed at the endless night sky, so black and foreboding. It was as if it was telling him that something would go wrong. Something would get worse. Rain fell on his face and formed rivers down his pale cheeks, mingling with salty tears of regret.

In his heart, he was arguing with himself. Should he finally confess to Rin that it had all been a lie? Sure, she would be angry at him, but he could cope with that, and even her anger couldn't last forever. After all, if he left it any longer to tell her, the consequences would be worse, right? Len tried to convince himself; he tried to make up his mind. If he didn't tell her, it would always be on his mind and he risked being distracted again. He couldn't afford to screw up his missions all the time.

Running a hand through his drenched hair, Len hoisted the black bag containing the rifle over his shoulder. He gritted his teeth, full of resolve. He'll tell her. Today. Now.

Quietly, he opened the front door to his house. In a flash of blonde and blue, he was tackled by Rin in a flying hug. She tightened her embrace as she sobbed into the front of his jacket. Her eyes were red from crying all evening and her cheeks were flushed. It was midnight, and she was still awake, probably waiting for her dear twin brother's return.

"Wh-where have you been?" she demanded in a wavering voice. She looked up at him with watery blue eyes. Len's heart warmed up and he smiled half-heartedly.

"You're soaking wet! I'll get… I'll get you a towel…"

Rin was about to leave when Len grabbed her hand.

"Look, Rin," he began. He glanced away. Rin noticed the seriousness in his eyes.

"What is it?" she whispered.

There was a long pause as Len tried to pluck up the courage to say what he had to. In the end, he shook his head. "I'll tell you tomorrow. It's not… that important anyway."

Rin gazed at him and said softly, "You… you didn't kill anyone did you?"

There was another pause, but shorter this time, before Len replied with a grin, "Of course not! I promised you I wouldn't, right? Why would I lie to you?"

Bursting into a smile, Rin laughed. And she left to fetch her brother a towel.

That left Len all alone again. His grin faded away as he bit the inside of his lip.

Why am I such a coward?