Prologue

An assassin by birth, a prodigy from the start, a weapon to be wielded by everyone and no one; she was called Nekoi, the Maiden of the Red Mist. Blood red, the color of her hair; pitch black, the color of her heart. Rumors say that her hair was stained with the blood of her victims. Her eyes were a pinkish-crimson, the type that allured more then one man to their death.

If you've ever seen her pale lips curve into a coy smile and her deadly sword out of her sheath, you've met death. Nekoi was born without remorse, her only reason for life was her duty, and if she should fail, she would kill herself. However, she does feel enjoyment...in killing

There's nothing in this world without a balance: with yin, there's yang; with the light, there's the dark; with every smile, there are tears; with faith, there's disbelief; with life, there's death.

"Taka", as the others called him, chose who should die and who should not. He was the Grim Reaper, watching where death swung her sword; and guarded her form the angels of God. He wasn't a demon in any essence, nor was he an angel. Taka was merely human, doing his duty which the gods appointed; watching the demon child, or "Oniko" as others called her, was his only purpose.

"There is no meaning for an assassin except to kill. All an assassin is only good for is doing their duty. Devoid of emotions, once they learn to feel, they must die. The most skilled assassins are underground; the prodigies go to AFB high...the Assassin's Furtive Base."

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Author's Note: As sudden inspiration hits, the pen writes ^^

Gomen for the late upload, things have been kinda downhill lately...

Leave a review, tell me what you think (I wrote this when my class got detention [we had to stay in for recess because a few of us were a bit crazy and all of us had to stay in]. Needless to say, we were still crazy, so the flow might be a bit strange.)

~Sumi-chan