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Summary: A girl named Mikomi wants to be the Top-Killer, but can she be the top assassin when there’s 10 people ahead of her? Simple. Kill. Them. All.
Song used - Miss Murder - AFI.
Miss Murder
Chapter One
Silently, she walked down a dark alleyway. Her short chestnut-brown hair swaying behind her as she walks, fanning out swaying side to side with every step she took. She stopped as she saw a few men in black, she crouched low, prepared to attack…The men unknowingly ventured forward enough for her to quickly un-sheathe her sword and charge at them without any big effort of her part.
Hey, Miss Murder can I?
May beauty stay if I…
She brought down the blade, slicing her opponent’s chest area. Blood spurted out in all directions, making it rain dark-crimson tears.
Take my life?
Whoa-oh-ohh
Electricity came into her sword. As she opponents came near her, she slashed her sword across at them. Their heads fell off and rolled a few feet where the bodies fell, blood came squirting from the neck, splattered on the floor, and coated her clothing, hair,
and sword. However, she did not care…
With just a simple look they shook
And heavens bowed before him.
She charged at them again, the next four men came at her with axes of tempered steel and loaded guns. As she was charging at them, she felt a white-hot searing pain shoot and are through her abdomen and stomach area. She winced as the pain felt to her as it was ripping a hole in her stomach. ’I’ll take out the one with the gun first.’ She smirked as she thought over she strategy, her eyes gleaming. With excitement and adrenaline under her dark-tinted shades.
Simply a look can break your heart
The stars that pierce the sky
He left them all behind
She continued to slice at the men until they lay in half, in a dark crimson pool of their own blood. An electric current rushed through the steel of her sword. Three men remained. She turned to them at an unbearably slow pace, and sliced at them. The two men who were in front…Their heads rolled off and blood rained down upon their teammate…but that was short-lived, for his head rolled off when she pulled her blade to the left.
We’re left to wonder why
He left us all behind
“We found her!” A man in black shouted to his comrades, while pointing at her. She gave them a sidelong glance before looking down at her sword, noticing it was getting a bit low. She pressed a small button under the finger-guard and then shook the sword up and down a bit to get a static charge, the power mete rose back up to full-strength, she once again averted her eyes off her sword and back to the men. Weighing the risks and benefits of attacking these men.
Hey, Miss Murder can I?
She pulled out the bullet, since it didn’t go in too deep. She gathered electricity into the blade of the sword. The mod of eight men were about 2 feet in front of her, she pulled down her blade that she had lifted over her left shoulder. She put ALL of her strength into that swing and shouted “DIE!” as her blade sliced through their throats and chest areas, blood squirting and pouring out of the fatal wounds, the men made a gurgling sound as they quickly bled to death and fell into a large pool of each others’ blood.
Hey, Miss Murder can I?
May beauty stay if I
Take my life?
Whoa-oh-ohh
(ohh)
She stood there, looking down at the corpses of the fallen men. “Pathetic.” She muttered under her breath and spat on one corpses’ opened eye, hitting it precisely. She pulled off her dark-tinted shades and wiped the blood off them on her sleeve as so not to leave marks on the lenses, and put them back on the bridge of her nose. She walked out, only leaving blood footprints as proof that someone had been there at all.
Dreams of his crash won’t pass
Or how they all adored him.
Beauty will last when spiraled down.
“Next time when they pose a challenge for me, don’t send the weaklings after me!” She said over her CB radio connection headset. Her soft, yet sharp bell-like voice rang out over the encrypted station frequency, she hopped onto her waiting motorcycle, still where she had parked it earlier that night, she started the engine and headed home to take a shower, the blood all over her made her feel dirty and gross, with that last thought in mind, she turned off the service road and went onto the freeway.
The stars will mystify
He left them all behind.
And now his children cry
He left us all behind.
When she arrived at her apartment, she never locks the door so she can always kick it open when she arrives. She just did that, and closed it with the heel of her boot when she was all the way in. She entered the kitchen, sat her sword down on the table, and headed down the hallway to the bathroom for that much-needed shower and medical treatment for the wound on her abdomen.
Hey, Miss Murder can I?
Hey, Miss Murder can I?
May beauty stay if I,
Take my life?
Whoa-oh-ohh
The warm shower water felt good and soothing to her stressed and tensed muscles, but it did sting the wound a bit, but the hot water was a good disinfectant before bandaging and first aid. She pulled out a bottle of good smelling body wash, squeezed a liberal amount onto a scrub-brush, and scrubbed the blood off her skin, tinting the shower-floor a light crimson color as it went down the drain.
She took her shampoo and lathered her bloody hair with it, blood was going down her bloody body and into the drain. After she was done with that, she took her conditioner and lathered it in her hair. Once she was done she got out of the shower and closed
The shower door behind her and wrapped a towel around her curvy, tall body. She dried her hair, walked down the hallway, and opened the door to her room.
What’s the rift that twists
Within this furthest mystery?
I would gladly put my life upon it
At the cost of love your ray of light
Will fizzle out without hope
After she was done with her shower, she put on a pair of shorts and a tank top on. She climbed into bed and slowly fell into a deep sleep.
When the empty sand just flowing through our empty skin,
And we’re searching for what we promised.
Reaching the cold and rain we never let go.
They won’t ever let us blow our filthy hands apart.
Mikomi was walking home from a friend’s house, a huge smile adorned her beautiful face. She ran along the sidewalk, bumping into a few people on the way. When she reached her house, she ran up the drive way and to the front door.
She expected her parents to come out the front door and give her a welcome back hug, and her little sister Tomomi to squeeze her to death. Something was wrong….
Mikomi backed up and kicked the door open with her foot. Mikomi gasped at what she saw.
She looked down at the floor; there was her father. He was lying motionless on the living room floor, facedown in a deep-crimson puddle of his own blood. There were obvious signs that a struggle happened in the room.
Tears came into her chocolate brown eyes, and she fell to her knees. She grabbed onto her father’s shirt, turned him over and shook him, begging him not to leave her. “Dad?” She shook him harder, “Wake up! DON’T DIE ON ME!” Tears where streaming from her eyes down her cheeks in tiny rivers, they accumulated on her chin and some dripped to the floor, while the others fell onto her Fathers’ immobile face. “No..”
(Hey Miss Murder can I?
Hey Miss Murder can I?
May beauty stay if I,
Take my life?
Whoa-oh-ohh)
A loud scream could be heard echoing throughout the hallways of the house. Mikomi automatically recognized that scream as that of her younger sister. “Tomomi!” She shouted in fear of her younger sister being hurt by the intruder. She sprinted up the stairs and into the room where the scream was heard. “Iie! Tomomi, RUN!!” Her mother’s voice could be heard. A loud ‘BANG’ could be heard as her mother screamed.
“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!” Both of Tomomi’s scream and her mothers could be heard echoing through the halls and rooms one last time.
Hey, Miss Murder can I?
Hey, Miss Murder can I?
May beauty stay if I,
Take my life?
Whoa-oh-ohh
Mikomi flew up from her bed, sweat going down her face, and tears. She looked toward the clock. ‘2:30 a.m.’ She sighed. She lay back down, and tried to get some sleep. However, whenever she closed her eyes, she saw the face of her little sister. ‘Damn-it.’ Mikomi got out of bed and decided to go out somewhere, anywhere away from here.
.Mikomi changed into mid-thigh shorts, a shortened Boots that ended below her knees, and black leather gloves. On the way out, she grabbed her sword and strapped it to her hip. She placed her dark-tinted shades over her eyes. She walked out of her apartment, not bothering to lock the door behind her. She climbed on the seat of her motorcycle and pressed on the gas pedal with her foot.
Mikomi decided to go the Assassin Agency. ‘I need information more information on number 10.’ Mikomi thought. When she saw the building, she parked her motorcycle in the parking lot and turned it off. Mikomi walked into the building and kicked the door open with her foot. A woman with blonde hair looked at her. “Ah, Mikomi, it’s nice to see you again!” The blonde-haired woman greeted her with a smile on her face.
Mikomi nodded at her. “Did you complete the mission?” The woman asked, curiosity evident in her voice. “Yes, it was TOO easy.” Mikomi replied, emphasizing the ‘Too’. The blonde-haired woman smiled and pulled something out from behind her chair. “This is for you.” The woman handed a suitcase with over thirty thousand dollars over to her. Mikomi smirked and took the money. “Thank you.” She placed a small amount of the money in her wallet. “Where is Yamato?” Mikomi asked the woman.
“He’s on the top floor; I’d advise taking the elevator...it’s a long way up.” She said pointing to the stainless steel double-doors. Mikomi nodded and walked towards it. She walked into the elevator and pressed the button that leads to the top-floor. When she arrived at the top floor, the doors opened and she walked out of the elevator and walked towards a door at the end of the hallway. She opened it and peered inside, making sure it is safe, before fully walking into the room.
A man with a black suit and dark-brown hair was sitting lazily in a computer chair. “What brings you here, Mikomi?” Yamato asked her, eyeing Mikomi up and down, probably undressing her with his dark-brown eyes.
“I want to know more information about number 10.” Yamato smirked and walked up to her, his eyes never left her. “Why would you want to know?” He said, there was barely any distance between him and the beautiful Assassin. “I’m going to kill number 10.” She said, her eyes were looking right at him. Yamato’s placed his hand on the outside of her leg, slowly his hand was feeling around, running up Mikomi’s thigh. She growled and smacked his hand away.
“Don’t touch me.” Her cold voice said. Yamato just smirked and returned to his seat. “His name is Takashi, he was last spotted near the subway.” Yamato said, now leaning back in his black-leather chair. “Why do you want to kill him?” He asked her.
“So I can become the Best.” She replied. Yamato stood up from his chair and walked slowly walked towards her, again. “I’ll tell you what…I’ll make you a deal.” He said, his voice was husky, “That’s depends if you’re willing to accept my offer.” Yamato pushed Mikomi against the closest wall. She groaned slightly at the impact. Yamato put his face in her neck, inhaling the scent that was Mikomi. “You WILL have to pay me back for it.” He whispered. Mikomi eyes widened with anger, she kicked him in the stomach, pushing him away from her. “I have no interest in Anything Sexual; I just want to kill him.”
Blood came up from Yamato’s’ mouth, Mikomi had split his lip. He wiped it away with the back of his hand. “Very well then.” He said, sitting back down in his chair. “But I’ll have to keep an eye on you.” He glared at her. Mikomi smirked. “Then do your best.” In addition, with that she walked out. Leaving behind a very pissed off Yamato.
She walked over to the bar, and sits next to a man that she knew was wanted as a rapist in 15 different states. She smiled a seductively sweet smile. “Hiya, any chance you could buy this girl a drink?” She battered her long eyelashes. The man looked at her, with lust hidden deep in his eyes. “Of course.” He said. “Can I get vodka and a coke please?” He asked the barkeep, who put vodka in a glass and pulled a can of Coke out of the cooler and handed it to the man.
She smirked slightly. “Thanks, you’re a real gentleman.” She coyly smiles ‘Maybe I should take this advantage.’ The man thought. He smirked at the young woman sitting next to him. Then his cell phone began to ring. He looked at the caller ID. “Excuse me, ma’am. I have to take this call.” He said with a smirk. She nodded. He got up and walked away.
While he was away. ’Perfect.’ She smirked. She took his vodka drink, and poured a powerful, yet quickly dissolvable and had NO taste type of drug in it.((Yuuki thinks its Arsenic--remove this message--)) She mixed it quickly and sat it back down where it was. After a few minutes later, he returned. “So, where were we?” He asked while taking a seat next to her.
“Tell me a bit about yourself.” Her sweet seductive voice said. The man smirked and pulled his drink up to his lips, and took a long drink. “Well, my name is Ichigo.” He said. She giggled and her eyes shinning with murderous intent lurked behind her beautiful glassy eyes. “The name suits you.” She smiles. “What’s your name?” Ichigo asked, looking at her.
She grinned, and leaned closer to him. Her mouth touching his ear along with her warm breath. Ichigo shivered. “My name is Midori Takashi.” She whispered. Ichigo smirked and pulled her onto his lap, “Midori’s” hands were touching his ‘manly’ chest. She inwardly giggled. ‘He has man boobs!’ She thought, disgusted and suppressed a shudder of pure revulsion.
She smirked, but was inwardly shuddering at what she was about to say. “I like a man with a little more baggage.” Ichigo smirked, “Want to come and have some ‘fun’?” He asked, smiling smugly, as if he had won the Million-Dollar lottery.
“Midori” smiled coyly, once again. Keeping up the flirty façade. “Yeah, I’d LOVE that.” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pushing her large breasts against his chest. Ichigo practically beamed with pride. He lifted the undercover assassin, carrying her bridal style.
Ichigo carried ‘Midori’ up the stairs, but because of the poison Midori put in his drink, his strength was greatly affected by it, making him trip over his own feet and fall flat on his face. ‘Midori’ rolled away from him, before he could squash her, and helped him up. “Are you alright?” She asked innocently. Ichigo stood up, and grabbed her by the arm, glaring at her violently. “Yeah, I’m fine.” With that, he pulled her up the stairs, kicked the door of his room open and threw her onto the floor. He locked the door and turned his gaze onto the seemingly defenseless woman.
He grabbed her, and pinned her against the wall, their lower bodies pressed together. ‘Ewwewwewwewweww.’ ‘Midori’ thought, when Ichigo’s lips met the soft skin of her neck. In a quick movement, ‘Midori’ removed one of the senbon needle from her hair. Her dark brown hair tresses cascaded down her shoulders. She quickly stabbed Ichigo in the neck. He didn’t even have the chance to scream. His body fell to the ground in a lifeless heap.
‘Midori’ placed the needle back into her hair and placed the second one that fell out back into her hair with its twin. ‘Midori’ glared down at the dead man. “No more raping for you. People like you make me sick!” She hissed and dissolved into the shadows just a few minutes before the door was kicked down, and Ichigo’s corpse was found.
“Tomomi, did you kill him?” A man asked, his voice sounded demanding. Tomomi giggled and answered. “Yes, I did. He was too easy.” She said. “Good, report back immediately.” He said, abruptly hanging up. Tomomi sighed and put her cell phone back into her pouch on her belt. She walked to the edge of the building and moved her hands in certain directions.
She then climbed out of the shadows, and was now on the ground. She has unique ability. She is able to dissolve into the shadows, and manipulate others. When she was six, some people put special cells in her body And it had great affect on her strength and her eyes.
Tomomi stretched her arms up, an invisible-black arm got a-hold of another building, and it brought her up to the air. She stretched her other arm out and it grabbed another building, it kept swinging her from building to building. It continued to do this until she arrived at a huge building. It was called “Midori Kurosaki’s Assassin House” She jumped down and walked through the door. She kicked the door open with her foot and walked inside. She walked past a receptionist. “YOU CAN’T GO THROUGH NOW!” She yelled, quite rude. Tomomi shot her a death glare, which shut the receptionist up right away, and continued to walk.
She walked through Midori’s office, kicked the door open, and walked inside. She sat down on a chair and putted her curvy legs on the desk. “Who’s this number 10 person?” She asked, her voice demanding. “Why do you want to know?” Midori asked, turning around in her chair, facing her. “I’m going to kill him.” Tomomi replied. Midori nodded, “His name is Takashi, He was last seen near the sub way.” Midori said. Tomomi nodded and got up from her chair. “Be careful when you face him though, he’s tougher than he looks.” Midori said. Tomomi smirked, and walked out.