A/N: Hey! Sorry this update is so late in the daaaay, I feel so guilty. I had to go to the dentist after school and I got home two hours later than usual. Anyway, here's the chapter as promised. Sorry for OOCness, typos, errors, etc. If any of the story doesn't make sense, I'm sorry. My cat's been acting weird lately and she's old, so I'm keeping an eye on her as I write. I also have two math tests, two science tests and a history test this week, wish me luck. My stupid excuses don't matter though, so I'll be back next week with another chapter. Enjoy this one, sorry if it's bad :D

The entirety of Tamakoma was sprinting for the source of the terrified scream in seconds. Everyone crowded into the kitchen, scanning the area with confusion. Chika was staring ahead with her mouth open, silenced by fear. Around her was a sea of broken glass, her plate broken to tiny pieces along with her glass, which had thankfully been empty.

"Chika! What-!" Osamu began, wanting to know what was wrong. However, he cut of when he spotted an odd purple flame in the corner. His eyes locked on the figure inside the flames, fear turning his blood to ice. One by one, all the others noticed the being, their eyes widening, even if only a fraction. They all watched the hovering person- was it even a person? Yuma, who stood behind everyone, unable to see, finally moved somewhere that the had a clear view. The sight caused his hand to twitch as the sense of fear and impending doom filled him. He didn't let it show though. He couldn't be scared again.

"What...is that?" Konami said slowly, as if the words refused to come out. No one answered. Now one knew. Not one but Yuma. He couldn't tell them though, it was too dangerous. Even so, they could all be in danger, especially if showed up right in the middle of Tamakoma. Speaking off, Yuma began wondering how it had got in without setting off any alarms.

The figure in the flames didn't make a sound, it didn't even move. Even though no one could see its face, Yuma could feel eyes burning into his own. There was no doubt about it now. He wasn't hallucinating or imagining. His mind hadn't seen something that looked like assassin and turned him into a paranoid freak. The assassin was there, watching, waiting, planning, observing. Yuma almost wished it would just hurry and make its move already, but at the same time everyone else was there. They would probably get hurt. Osamu would probably die.

Then, without any movement or anything, the assassin disappeared. One second it was there, the next it was gone. Though despite the fact that there was no longer anything in the kitchen, no one moved. Everyone was still trying to process exactly what they'd seen.

Jin came back to his senses first.

"That looked like an assassin of some sort. With that ability to sneak in without tripping our alarm, then just disappearing... Definitely a Black Trigger assassin," he said, eyes half closed in a calm expression.

Reiji recovered next.

"You're probably right," he said.

"I'll contact Kido, he needs go know about this. Damn... I'm glad Yotaro was with Yosuke for today," Rindo said, taking a deep breath to calm himself..The others followed quickly, which made sense since they were seasoned Border agents. However, Chika and Osamu were much slower. Osamu was staring dumbly at the spot where the assassin had been, and Chika was shaking. Not only had she just seen something terrifying, she was also surrounded by shards of glass while wearing only socks. She had taken her shoes off earlier since they were dirty and she didn't want to make a mess in the base.

"Four-Eyes come on, back up before you step on glass and track it around," Jin said, walking up behind his kouhai. He put a hand on Osamu's shoulder, pulling the teen back gently. Osamu stumbled a little, then blinked out of his trace.

"What was that?" he asked, his eyes still wide. He hadn't heard Jin's words from before.

"We think it's a Black Trigger assassin," Jin repeated. Osamu looked at his senpai in disbelief, then his eyes widened impossibly more as a memory came to him. He looked over at Yuma, his face clearly displaying his question. Yuma shook his head, slowly and after slight delay to avoid suspicion. Osamu nodded, his eyes turning to the ground as his brain began to process everything.

Yuma felt a little bad at that point. He had just lied to Osamu like it was nothing, even though Osamu trusted him. The Japanese boy had made the connection between the Black Trigger assassin and Yuma's death. He'd figured it out. Yuma couldn't let them know though, not yet. He needed as much time as he could get to resolve the situation. Though if he didn't do it soon, everyone would eventually figure it out. Yotaro, Jin and Osamu scared him the most. They were all very intelligent and very likely to realize what was going on. Worse yet, none of them would hesitate to bring it to light once they knew it was true.

That's why he had to lie, to buy time. Yuma shook his head so Osamu would think that the thing that had just been in the kitchen wasn't after him. If he did, he'd get everyone involved, and Osamu himself would try to solve the problem. He was smart but weak and unskilled, as well as a sucker for those in need. He would die in less than a day.

Still surrounded by glass, Chika, who was confused and terrified out of her mind, didn't register Reiji's arm around her waist as he grabbed the counter to keep himself upright before leaning over the sea of glass to get her. His height was a good advantage, and since Chika was light, he was able to pick her up with one arm and lift her over the glass, setting her down where it was safe. Next to him, Shiori proceeded to sweep up the mess.

"Y-yuma-kun, have you ever seen that before?" Chika asked, looking at her friend. Yuma felt another pang of guilt. If he said he'd seen it, Chika may calm down. Though if she knew it was the thing that nearly killed him, she would just be worse off.

"No. I've never seen anything like it," he lied, putting a little confusion in his voice to sound more convincing. He pretended not to notice Jin's eyes on him.

"Hey, Chika-chan, Four-Eyes, let me walk you home tonight. Nothing will come after you if they see you with a talented Elite like me. Yuma, do you think you could help Rindo at all to put together a file for that thing?" Jin asked. Yuma nodded.

"I can try," he said. Jin nodded in response, then put a hand on Chika and Osamu's shoulders before walking his kouhai to the door. Yuma watched them go, and decided it was likely Jin knew what was going on. If he didn't think Yuma and the assassin were connected, he would've let the Neighbor walk Osamu and Chika home. However, if he thought they were connected, he'd think it was too dangerous. If the assassin targeted Yuma while he was walking with Osamu and Chika, all three of them could end up dead. Besides, Jin heard Yuma say he didn't know anything about the assassin, so if he wasn't suspicious, he wouldn't have asked Yuma to help Rindo put a file together.

"Keep them safe, Jin-san," Yuma muttered quietly so no one else could hear. He then headed into his boss' office to put together a file. More lies to end the day.