Betrayal "Could you ever fall in love with anyone else?" She asked, her brown hair wrapped around his fingers. Her hands were resting on his bare chest. She felt his every breath, so close to her. "No… It was only ever you. I love you." He smirked. "Well, that’s new." She smiled into his neck. "What’s new?" He asked, his smile fading. "That you’ve said it. Because, if I’m honest, I love you too." She whispered. -- Kira snapped out of her daydream. A sword was swung at her head, she parried and ducked out of the way. She grinned and sliced at the stomach of her attacker. Kira’s swing connected with a huff of breath. Her sword made a beautiful connection, causing blood to fall to the ground and her attacker to stumble. -- "Why do you like me?" She asked, still curious about his feelings for her. "Love. You mean why do I love you." He corrected her, leaning forwards and brushing her hair out of her face. "Yeah, that." She said, ducking away from his battle scarred hands. "Because you’ve always been there for me." He said simply, his voice hoarse with emotion. -- Kira stepped back and plunged her sword into the back of her attacker. He was only one man, destined to die today like anyone else that attacked her. She’d been taught by the best, she was almost the best herself. Only one man could ever have beaten her; her mentor. Her mentor… -- "Ami." She asked, her voice quiet and reserved. "Yeah?" He asked, looking up from polishing a dagger. "I want to learn how to fight." She said, she smiled slightly. "Why?" He asked, his brows knitting. "So I can join you in your missions." She grinned, her brown hair bounced as she rocked on the balls of her feet. "Oh… I guess I could teach you a little. You know about plants and poisons already." He smiled, his eyes lighting up. He pulled her into a tight hug, breathing in her scent. "I could teach you some stuff you'll never forget." -- Kira smiled slightly as yet another attacker charged forwards. She threw her short blade up, it spun in the air perfectly. She leapt over the body of the dead man and caught the handle of her silver sword. She grinned as she slashed at the charging man’s legs. He fell the floor, he landed with a bone jarring thud. She flicked her wrist and the man’s throat was torn open, blood flooded out of the gash. -- "Goodbye." "What?" "Goodbye." He said again, his back to her. He stood with one hand gripping the door frame, his knuckles white. "I heard that… but what do you mean?" She asked, her voice broke in the middle of her sentence. "I have to go on another mission." He said, his eyes clenched shut. In one hand he gripped a scabbard, the other was still gripping the door. "Alone." "What? No… I - I always come with you." She whispered. "In case anything happens." "Not this time." He bowed his head and walked out the door. "I'm sorry." -- Kira looked at her blade, carved with intricate detailing on the handle and a simple Celtic knot pattern on the blade. No one else approached her, they seemed to be fearful. Rightly so. How many people had she killed with this sword? How many people had died by her hand? How many since Itami? -- "Itami." "Kira… Why are you here?" He asked, already knowing the answer. "You’re to be terminated." She said coldly, this man was still her world… But he'd broken her. She looked at him; his slim, athletic frame didn't look dangerous but he was a lethal weapon. "Oh." He said with a smirk. "Oh dear." "I thought that’d be your reply. Anyway, I'm here to terminate you." "I'm sorry, but I can’t let you." He said, his stance shifted slightly. "You don’t have to let me, I will kill you. It’s an order." She said coldly, pulling the twin blades from the scabbards at her hips. -- What was everyone waiting for? She wanted to fight, to rip and tear at the flesh of these weak men. Kira scanned the battlefield, pain and destruction lay scattered around her like the broken bodies of the dead men her task force had killed. Fresh blood permeated the soil, leaving a thick mud underfoot. She shifted on the spot, her skin tight leather armour was lightweight and not the least bit restrictive, but she knew when we was wearing it. "Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?" She looked up. That silhouette, that voice, she already knew it. She’d lived with that man, fought with him, trained with him, ate and slept with him. He was her #life… And then she killed him. "Itami?"