10 o'clock.
Ring-Ring.
Ring-Ring.
Ring-Ring.
"Hello! You've reached Saeki's number. I am currently unable to call you, but please stay on the line to leave a voicemail with your name and reason for calling. Thank you! BEEEEP!"
"Good. Now... that's one less thing to do."
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"You... what?" I widened my eyes.
"I'm going to murder you. Publically." He repeated monotonously.
"Murder me..."
The thought of my death...
No, I... am going to live.
I am. I will stay alive. And I will live.
"I will stay alive," I hissed.
"I'd like to see you try," he smirked as his amber eyes were dim and dull, staring into my soul.
He will always be an enemy of mine. Always.
"Yet," he laughed in a mysterious tone. "You can meet your Mother again in heaven."
I look at him curiously.
"What?"
"You heard me. Or perhaps... you'll meet her in hell."
"Excuse me!?"
"I said what I said."
"You piss me off, asshole."
He slowly looked at me and sneered.
"Do you think I care?"
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I do care, though.
He does care for Saeki, the sweet, young, and innocent teenage girl who had told him, "I'm fine," when during that time, he could see her trembling slightly.
Saeki, with her long and luscious hair tied into a bun.
Her hazel eyes, staring into his dull amber eyes.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
What was she apologizing for?
And here's another thing: how did she know his name?
He had only told the Master his name, and one other person.
Mika.
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Digging through the files in the library, he finally found a folder of Mika Emi. And on the folder, in large, red-printed words, it said:
DECEASED.
He frowned, looking into the file.
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NOTES:
Name: Mika Emi
Age: 17
DECEASED
- Moved at the age of 6
- Changed first name and surname, unknown
- Deceased on August 12, 20XX, 8 years old
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What?
She died... on his birthday?
No -- but her name...
Frustrated, he threw the file and papers down onto the carpeted ground, only to notice a folded letter --
YOU ARE READING
How to Train an Assassin
Romance"Do you know why you exist, sweetheart?" I flinched at the sound of his voice. "You know, I've always thought I could trust you. But it seems that I am wrong..." I trailed off. "But... if you want me to trust you, then train me. Train me to become a...
