I rubbed my forehead with my fingers and heaved a heavy sigh. I tried again.

"My name is Natsume Hyuuga." I said flatly. "Thank you for granting me the opportunity to assist Ms. Sakura as of today."

"No!!! Start over... that is too formal and you don't seem trustworthy!!!" She walked towards me and pulled tightly on the tie around my neck. I coughed out and rubbed my innocent neck.

"Shut up Luna." I growled under my breath, she smiled with that wicked smiled of hers. If looks could kill...

After I left to pack my things and leave with the cab, they sent me to the store to get a 'makeover'. Well the 'makeover' meant getting new clothes, haircut, and even the way I spoke had to be different. I mean come on... was the girl I was gonna assassinate some Queen of England? No... so why did I have to go through these stupid things such as a 'makeover' session?! Oh and worst of all... my partner Luna Koizumi had to do all of the stuff for me. Not to be rude or anything but what would a girl know about how a guy should dress?

"I'm just saying that formalities make you seem like the real deal and it just makes me barf! Cuz in reality you are quite the opposite!" She chuckled and her crooked teeth made me look away, I mean I had to look away or else I was gonna make fun of her and I'm not suppose to do that. She's engaged to the Principle and I don't want to get on her bad side...

"So what? That... girl doesn't know the real me so it will be convincing to her at least. Plus I bet she's as dumb as she looks..."

"Oh really... Did you know that the Principle fell in love with her once?! Not anymore but... he's really picky when it comes to looks. It's a good thing that I don't really care, as longs as he loves me then its alright." She looked annoyed about talking about her but I had to say it, I was amused.

"Huh...? So... she's really that pretty?!" I teased and smirked, looking away from her noticing. Like the Principle she tends to slap the people who make faces at her. In this situation it's more like the Husband like Wife theory, I guess...

She didn't notice and it irritated me the way she looked. She wasn't mad at all, but she instead smiled kindly and looked at the pretty Sakura trees outside the dressing shop.

"Yeah... if you saw her with her hair down... I guarantee you that you'll instantly fall in love with her. She's that pretty... if you ask me." She paused and twisted her lips, her face looked sour after a moment, "Just like her mother." She hissed. I looked at her, and she noticed me. Her head faced the other way and just as fast, she changed her look. It was like she was never full of hatred. I think she was a descendant of Medusa, if you ask me. Medusa is able to change her personality that fast as well.

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(Time skip)

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CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! The sound of the computer being typed is so loud that I can hear it a couple inches away from the entrance.

I stretched my arms out on my sides and continuously tapped them against my thighs. In a way, the movement seemed to calm me down and keep me busy. I was going to enter a hospital and begin a mission which was going to determine my sisters life. Yep... I have a reason to worry.

I cannot fail this mission.

I cannot fail at all costs.

I will kill that girl and save my sisters life.

OKAY! I think I'm set for life. I lift my head from the pavement and keep it up straight with good posture and my shoulders relaxed and even out. My feet are together and are ready to walk with flawless steps. I take a dip for it and my leg stretches out before me. I walk only a few steps until I feel the earth beneath me.

"Ouch!" I rub my shoulder and squint above me. I manage to focus on a girl with short twin braids hanging perfectly by her side, hugging her head gracefully. Big black thick glasses sit on the bridge of her nose and her big hazel eye's glimmer behind them. It's funny because her skin is so clean and healthy that you can't help but stare...

"Ah! I-I'm so s-sorry!!" She's absolutely cute when she stutters. It makes me want to tease her a bit but I had just remembered what I was here for. For my mission. "H-Here! I'll help you up!" Oh... it's also cute when she panics like that! I extend my palm and hand it to her. Her soft, comfortable hands tug at my one hand. It seems to fit in with hers, that it feels lonely when we let go. I dust off my pants and fix my bow as well as my shirt. She holds the end of her dress anxiously.

"Thanks." I mumble and turn away from the brunette and come face to face with the lady behind the desk at the center of the room. "I am here to assist a patient."

Click. Click. Click.

"Okay... What is the name of that patient?" Her tight blond bun flops back behind her tiny head. Her blue eye's hide behind a brown pair of lens. I can guess that she's around thirty or forty years old.

"Her name is Sakura Mikan." I answer with confidence. I don't even notice the tap that comes from behind. The lady motions me to look behind me and I do. I look back to see the brunette that I crashed into earlier. I raise my brows at her. "Yeah? What do you want woman?"

I sigh in a slumped position. What can I say? She's made me tired all ready and it's probably the only time that I'll get to break my posture before I get to the official mission. It's fine if its this country girl. How can it hurt?

"Um... You said that you were looking for Sakura Mikan?" She looked down shyly, looking at the tiled floor and waited. I widened my eye's a bit and crossed my arms curiously.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"...and you said that the reason you're here is to assist her?" She mumbled but I heard her clearly. I nodded and face away from her.

"Yes! Are we done here now? I have to go-" I started to argue but then she stopped me with a nerve popping out of her head. "What?!" I snapped. I just about had it with this girl!

"I'M SAKURA MIKAN... STUPID!!!!!"