Tattoo on her Face

It's three o'clock in the afternoon, and the twins, Isla and Luzy, are playing at the park with their 12-year-old friend Win-Win. People rarely visit this area because it is located in a secluded place in the city and has been worn down by the seasons. The reason why this location had been neglected.

They chose to play in this area because, aside from the fact that it is rarely visited by people. They are also concerned about Luzy's health. She had a skin disease and asthma, so she always wore a surgical mask. They also wanted to keep Luzy away from prying eyes due to her unusual skin color.

The trio were so engrossed in their house game that they didn't notice the stranger who approached them. The man in his mid thirties was dressed in a black leather jacket and denim pants and had a tribal tattoo on his left cheek.

"What are you doing here, children? Shouldn't you be playing at the other park with other kids your age? " The stranger said as he knelt down to them. To be fair, the man could have been attractive; he's tall, with a cream-colored complexion, a fine nose, and pinkish lips; and the tattoo on his face added some spice to his appearance. The only thing that detracts from his beauty is the unmistakable huge scary scar that runs across his forehead.

"We didn't like it there. They're bullying and keep picking on Luzy." Win-win answered the stranger.

"Win-win! Don't talk to him! He's a stranger and don't you remember what my mommy said? Don't talk to strangers?! Look at him! He look so scary!" Isla peevishly scolded Win-win while holding the hem of his shirt.

Someone from afar is watching them intently, unnoticed. Waiting for the right moment to take the children.

"Look at what we've got here. How fortunate to see you here, Dragon." says a beefy man with an eye patch to his right that appeared out of nowhere. He is armed with high-caliber guns.

"Henna." Said the man called as Dragon.

"Your name is Dragon?" It was Luzy who spoke up this time. Her tiny voice was tinged with fear. Isla and Win-Win were becoming concerned with presence of the new comer who's armed with gun.

Dragon stands up and looks Henna in the eyes, emotionless. Over fifty armed men dressed in black suits came out from hiding. Surrounding them.

Win-win as the oldest, hug the twin who starts to tremble in fear.

"What do you want? I've already left the mafia and everything behind. You have nothing to gain from me." Dragon speaks to them in a cold, icy tone.

Henny burst out laughing as he spoke, "You think we want you? Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." Dragon's brow furrows, not understanding what Henna is up to.

"What do you mean? "

Henna smirked and moved closer to Dragon, whispering in his ear.

"We're taking these kids you're with."

Chapter 1:

~Raynel

"Xephtys!"

"Xephtys!"

"Xephtys!"

"Xephtys!"

"Xephtys!"

The roaring cries of the crowd echoed throughout the Battle Arena.

Cheering.

We are here in the Underground City, a hidden location where gangsters, assassins, mafia princes and princesses, reapers, and other people with dirty jobs take shelter or permanently live.

The majority of illegal work comes from here, and it is protected by the government because they can profit a large sum of money from here during election season. You know, all the nefarious tactics they'll do in order to obtain their desired position. The authorities as well had never raided this area. You know, money can make anything work.

Not everyone is welcome here though. People can't enter if here if they don't have a UC card, but it can be obtained, they need to be in an assassin guild, gangsters, mafia, or other organization that fits in the criteria. Also, in the black web, you need to fill in a registration form and pay dollars to sign in. Once confirmed, then you can enter but that doesn't end right there.

That's where the Ranks come in. UC cards have 5 category, aluminum card for the members or only for access pass for those people who doesn't have ranks. The bronze card for the lowest ranks. Copper card for the middle ranks. Silver card for between rank fourth, third and second. Lastly, a golden card for the top rank, only few people hold a golden card.

We're one of them.

Finally, my favorite part of this place, the Battle Arena, where all of the pit fights take place. Rank is extremely important in this game, and you must fight tooth and nail to claim the throne. They will fear and respect you based on your position in the ranking. There is only one rule in this game, and that rule is to win. If you die in a fight, you will die in vain and rot in hell. This place has no concept of justice or mercy, and it is certainly not suitable for the faint-hearted.

"Xephtys!"

"Xephtys!"

Did you hear the raucous applause? Yes, those are our fans. That's right, it's OUR fans! They're clapping and cheering for us. Do you want to know who we are?

Well, let me introduce you to the Xephtys Assassins. I don't mean to brag, but we rule this place. We are the strongest of them all, not only in the Philippines, but also elsewhere. Some say we're the best group in Asia and one of the strongest in the world, but I disagree. We may be number one in the United States and Asia, but what about the rest of the world? Nah, I'll believe it if we beat their asses to a pulp. That was just a theory that has yet to be proven.

"Orcus, get down!" I turned to Styx in an instant as he called out my name, but I didn't see the kick coming my way until it was too late. It lands squarely on my handsome face.

Fuck! I didn't see that coming! Tsk! I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I forgot I was still in the middle of a fight. I clearly overlooked my opponents. When did my mind start talking so much?

As I lost my footing, the audience gasped in surprise. I let out a groan as my back slammed into the hard ground.

"Orcus, my love, stand up!" One of my chicka babes reacted. Tsk! One way to attract girls! I thought grimly. My poor face. Now I have a bruise face to deal with after this shit.

"Shit! I didn't see that coming!" I curse as I prop myself up and get back on my feet. I shake my head to clear my fogged vision.

"It looks like you're daydreaming again, Orcus. Girls, you say?" Styx smirks as he mocks me. In response, I snarl at him. I stretch my arms and whip my neck from side to side. I also wipe the blood from my chin. Tsk! I had to admit that his kick was a little too strong for my liking.

"Tsk. That was just one lucky hit." I rolled my eyes at him and turned to face the lucky bastard who kicked me. Let's see if his luck lasts. This monkey had more guts than I had anticipated. Tsk! My poor handsome face. This filthy piece of shit needs to pay for it with his fucking life.

The fucker smirked at his insignificant victory. Yeah, smile all you want until I beat your ass. Tsk! He has no idea what awaits him. I give him a icy stare and spit blood in front of his feet. I felt sick when I saw his hideous face!

He launch forward and throw a solid punch, it aims for my face again.

Fuck! I said not the face!

I growled and caught his fist before it hit me. His eyes widen and it's my time to smirk. Let me teach this fucker a very important lesson.

Not to hit Orcus' handsome face!

"Seems like you're getting rusty, Orcus... you know you can-" He hadn't even finished his rant when I knee him in the gut, then I stepped backward with my right foot, drawing out my momentum and delivering a perfect full round kick.

I heard his jaw cracks as it collided with my heel. Blood sprayed from his mouth as I send him flying in to the other corner. Yes I sent him flying. That's how strong my kick is. He didn't have much time to react because he was too busy chit-chatting.

"Who's getting rusty now? FUCKING IDIOT?!" I spit again to his motionless body.

I'm getting bored.

My mood turned sour. Tsk! This fight unnerves me! I can't believe such an ogre could hit my perfect face. I knelt down next to where he landed and grab his collar forcibly. I lean down, leveling my stare to his squinting eyes.

"You dare scratch my lovely fa-WHAT THE FUCK!" Fuck! I jumped in surprise when a bloodied head rolled down to my side.

My gaze quickly followed the trail of blood to see where it led.

Tsk!

My expression quickly changed from surprise to meh, when I saw who was behind it.

Sitan stood in front of a decapitated body.

Not again! I groaned internally at the sight.

That man really had no ides of the word "enjoy." Didn't he notice that I was still in the middle of my sentiments? Couldn't he sympathize with me? This mother fucker hit me in the face. And yet. He fucking threw a bloody head on me!

Me? This handsome man! Me!

What kind of friend is he? How in the world had he done that? I noticed a small dagger in his left hand, which was still dripping with blood. Seriously? How did he rip that jerk's head off with a single dagger?

Oh, men, he's a monster, wait no, monster can't describe himself, he's a demon, an evil incarnate dude. His name suits him perfectly.

It's not the first time I've seen him like this; in fact, I'm used to it. It's just that he always takes me by surprise. I'm guessing he's in a foul mood again, aye no, scratch that. He's always in a foul mood. Tsk! Unlike him, mine was just sour, not foul. He's a beast!

I get to my feet and snap the ogre's neck before dropping him in a hissy fit. I kick the head out of the way like a foot ball and move closer to Styx.

He lit a cigarette next to a mangled body at his feet. He held it to his mouth, and take a long sip on it. He consumes nearly half of it in one go. I frown at the sight. I feel pity for his lungs.

"How's your oh-so-beautiful face?" He smirked and teased.

"FUCK YOU!" I chide, raising my middle finger.

"You should be grateful because I called your name while you were in your fantasy world. Your welcome by the way." I huffed and glared at him. Tsk! Blah, blah, blah, whatever.

My attention shifts to Sitan.

"Is there something wrong with that monster? He threw me a bloody damn head, dude!" I quickly changed the subject because I knew he'd tease me even more if I hadn't.

This fucker just smirked and tilted his head in the direction to Sitan, who is now by the way talking to someone over the phone.

"What do you expect from the Underground City's king? Someone called him earlier while we were fighting, and I'm not sure what they were talking about, but his aura changed and he had a fit." He said this while finishing his cigarette and toss it's butt somewhere outside the battle ground, before lighting another one. Tsk. What a chain smoker.

Yeah, you heard it correctly. Sitan is the Asian King of Underground city, and the gang we fought earlier was from the United States. They claimed to be the best in America. Those jerks were also vying for Sitan's throne.

Unfortunately for them, it seems that they underestimated us, and Sitan just happens to have a demon race in his blood, so he chopped off their leader's head. And of course, we're strong and only the best, so we're No. 1 in UC, right?

When it comes to Sitan, it's no surprise that he's the King here at UC, and based on what Styx said earlier, he was talking on the phone while fighting, not a scratch on him and didn't even break a sweat. Unlike me. Tsk.

"That was a brutal fight. Literally a bloodbath. STILL THE UNDEFEATED IN THE UNDERGROUND CITY... THE XEPTHYS!" Yells the announcer from the cylindrical stage on the battleground's fringes.

"Whoooooh! Xephtys!"

"Xephtys!"

"Xephtys!"

"Xephtys!"

"Xephtys!"

Everyone in the audience immediately shouted after they announced the winner. And as the so-called deadly humble prince, I smiled and waved to all my chicka babes as the two of them walked suavely out of the arena, tsk. Those two never really gave a shit. I was kinda hoping on throwing a victory party tonight at the UC bar, but unfortunately it rather feel useless without those two jerks.

Did I forget to mention that we're not gangsters? We're assassins, obviously. Not only we're an assassin, but also a ninja, ninja assassin to be precise.

I followed the two, oblivious to the cheering shouts of the spectators. Tsk! I want to stay but Sitan's foul mood says he's going to castrate me if I did. Which not a very good idea. It might ruin my handsome image and reputation to all my chicka babes and to the future of my very finesse race.

"We're going to the university. We have a class from nine to eleven." Sitan said poker face after we left the Battle Arena. We each drive quickly back to Hill University. It looks fine with me, since our fight began at 7:00 a.m. and it is still 8:30 in the morning, seems like our fight ended earlier than we anticipated.

That is insanely cool!

~Tricia

New school, new beginning, new friends, and new complications. Well, what's NEW? I sigh as I recall the fiasco that has been my life. Why do I even look this way?

For the love of moon. This is my second school transfer, I was constantly bullied because of my appearance.

Oh! Before I forget, my name is Patricia Luzineth Kagomoto Willsmith, and I am the 20-years-old adopted daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Cloudio Harry Willsmith. They have no children, well mom had one but it was a still birth, so when they saw me walking down the dark side of a beat down road, they helped me, and when they realized I had nowhere to stay, they decided to adopt me. They treated me as if I were their own flesh and blood. That is why I found myself so blessed to be with them.

If you're going to ask me what I'm doing on that dark road? So, let me tell you a short story. I was kidnapped with my twin sister together with a friend when I was ten years old, and I was the only one who luckily escaped.

"Miss Willsmith, Miss Willsmith." I returned to my senses when the school registrar called my name.

"Yes, indeed! Oh, right. I'm sorry ma'am, what were you saying a moment ago?" She simply sighed and handed me a piece of paper.

"Your mind seems wandering, Miss." She chastised but then smile, or should I say more likely a grimace.

"Well, anyway, here is your schedule, and thank you for studying at Hill University." I simply nodded and accepted the schedule. Plastic! That's all I can tell her; it's completely obvious from her eyes that she dislikes me.

Who doesn't? They always cringe when they see me.

I look down at my clothes. I'm wearing a jacket and hello, I'm in the Philippines and it's so damn hot in here, not to mention that I'm wearing a surgical mask, knee-length skirt, knee socks, and big glasses, though I left my curly long and beautiful hair hung loose to my waist. Even though I'm not a nerd, I look like one. It's just that I need to wear these things to cover my skin for some reason.

I'm in my third year of college, pursuing a Bachelor of Elementary Education degree. I chose this course because I want to be a teacher, and I also enjoy teaching children. My parents suggested that I take the Business Management courses, but I insisted on taking education. I explained why, and they allowed me to do what I want. Given the fact that even I took a teaching course, I will be trained to manage the business that they will soon leave to me.

And since it's only eight in the morning and my first class will start at eleven thirty. I decided to go around here in university first. At least I get to familiarize the place.

As I wandered around, I came across this spot at the back of the university. It turns out that there's a dense forest behind this school, and even though it was still early morning, it was a little dark inside and foggy as well.

There was a small path that led into the woods. Curiosity arose within me, and I followed the path without hesitation. The first thing I notice is the low temperature, I hugged myself as the cold air clung to me. I'm glad that I wear jacket or otherwise I'd be shivering by now.

This place appeared to be abandoned and very creepy, quite similar to the ones I've always seen in a vampire and werewolf movies, where someone will suddenly jump from above and strike you. The undisturbed grass and bushes gives me an idea that the students here doesn't go near this place. I happen to be the only one.

I hadn't realized I'd gotten quite far away from the forest's entrance. The hair on my neck stood up, as if something was approaching to my direction and is moving too fast. Without a second thought I bent down and pretended to adjust the laces of my pump shoes as, then I heard something sink into the tree in front of me.

When I lifted my head, I noticed a star shape metal with a sharpened edges buried deep within the tree trunk. Damn! If I hadn't move quickly, that thing would have found my head. I quickly pull it out when I heard footsteps nearby. My eyes scanned the area, looking for the source it. It comes from behind me, I turn around and see three shadows approaching from a distance.

Three good looking guys with matching fierce looks piled up in front of me. The other two on the side are clad in black leather jackets, while the one in the middle is dressed in a sleeveless leather blazer with matching driver's gloves. Exposing his firm biceps.

The middle guy caught my attention. He has a fine pointy nose, a strong and symmetrical jaw line, thin pinkish heart shaped lips, tanned skin, and stands around 6'2 in height. Has almond shaped-eyes, and I'm sure he has tone muscles beneath his clothes. Obviously just by judging his body's built. The only difference between him and these two men on his side is that the guy on the right has a round, cute, and handsome face with a bruise. I'm curious where he got that from. He's also quite paler than the rest.

The man on the left is clearly of Korean descent because of his chinky rounded eyes. They are all tall and attractive and I feel sorry for my five-two footed frame. Although my height is average for a person in the Philippines. I'm still insecure, especially when I'm surrounded with tall people.

"What are you doing here?" The middle guy rudely ask in a cold tone. His deep voice suits his over all physique. But, that changes the fact that he's rude. Can't he think that I might be lost or something?

I keep myself from rolling my eyes on him. I guess I'm wrong about earlier about the students not coming here or as I assume that they are studying here since this path leads to the university grounds.

"I was just wandering around the university when I discovered there was a forest here in the back. I-I was just curious, which is why I followed the trail and ended up here." I quickly stated even though I was stammering a little. If looks could kill, I'd be good as dead by now.

Their presence causing goosebumps on my skin but I brush off that feeling.

When he walked towards me, I taught he was going to hit me, but instead he only look down to my hand and took the star shaped knife, careful not to cut my hand with the sharp edges.

He put it on his pocket. He steeled his attention on me, and he stares intently straight to my eyes, his confuse gaze burned on my face. I had this feeling that he's the one who thrown that thing to me. Lucky him, I sensed it first before it hit me or else he would be in jail right now.

"Don't you know that too much curiosity can be deadly? You're lucky you avoided my shuriken; otherwise, you'd be dead and alone in this dark forest by now." He blankly stated then passes through me.

I'm right he really did it. I huff furiously and gaped at his back.

How dare he? He almost got me killed and he had the audacity to said that me? Not even an apology? A sorry will do.

"You dumb, arrogant piece of shit! You could've killed me!" I shouted to his fading image, my voice echoed through the woods but he paid no attention to it.

I quickly turn when I felt someone put an arm around my shoulders.

"If I were you, I would leave right away. Who knows, maybe it's not just a shuriken will pierce you. It might be a long hard angry sword that in need of a sheath." It was the guy with a bruised face who said it with a wink. Was it me or he just said it with double sided meaning?

He tap my shoulder twice then walked right past me. The Korean guy silently followed.

I was left there astounded, watching their figures slowly fade away through the distance.

"What in the world was that?"

I glanced at my wristwatch, remembering that I still had a class to attend. My eyes widened when I noticed it was already eleven twenty five and I only had 5 minutes until my first class began.

"Oh my gosh! I'm going to be late!"

~Tricia

Shit! Shit! Shit! I keep on cursing as I ran fast. My vision started to blacken as I tried to catch my breath and it's freaking damn hard to breathe with a mask on.

It's eleven forty five already and I'm fifteen minutes late. I ran from the so-called "dark forest" up to here, and hello, my class is still on the 5th floor, so I ran a terrifying marathon just to get here hopefully in time but still didn't make it.

When I got to the door, I knocked; a few moments later, it opened. A woman in her mid-40s holds the door wide open, she may be my professor in this subject.

"You must be the transferee, right? Come on in." She stated this while staring at me from head to toe. Pfft! I can tell because I'm dripping sweat and look very haggard.

My body is so wrapped up and so who doesn't sweat?

"Yes, ma'am, that's me. And I apologize for being late; I got lost." I said while still catching my breath, I bowed in respect and entered the room.

They all quieted down when they saw me and receive a frightening head-to-foot stares from my soon-to-be classmates.

"Introduce yourself, and then you may take your seat." My professor said as she sat at the table in front of me. I inhale deeply and spoke.

"Oh, well. Hello, my name is Patricia Luzineth Kagomoto Willsmith, but you can call me Tricia, and I'm 20 years old. It's a pleasure to meet you all." I smiled at them, despite the fact that my mask concealed half of my face and they could only see me from the eyes up to my forehead.

"It's not so nice to meet you, yuck, you look disgusting." Said the girl in the front row quietly, staring at me in disgust. Some days, I really wish I could beat someone up and throw them in a trash can. Instead, I smiled while raising my head and squinting my eyes.

"Why are you wearing a mask?" Inquired by a cute girl with a big pair of eyeglasses and pigtailed hair. Third year in college and she's still wearing pigtails? Though she's cute with it.

"I have severe asthma and am extremely sensitive to dust." I explained politely.

"And what's up with the hideous outfit? You appear to be an incomprehensible living mummy." A handsome man next to Ms. cute with pigtails followed up. Based on the way his brows move, and his pinky tipped upwards, I'd say he's gay. I looked down at my clothes. Pfft! My clothes really draw some attention. I didn't take it as an insult though, I'm used of being called by many names.

"Oh, I have a skin disease as well, but don't worry, it's not contagious. I'm safe to be around with." I replied. It's a shame that this handsome man is gay.

I was about to take the empty seat by the window next to Ms. Cute with pigtails when someone raised their hand as if to respond to an oral recitation.

Whoopee! When will this question-and-answer portion come to an end? My knees began to shake as a result of the marathon I did earlier, as well as the soles of my feet starts to sore from standing for too long. I'm dying to sit down.

"Didn't you say you're a Willsmith?" Questioned from a lovely young lady in the middle. Except for me and for the bitchy ones, most of my new classmates are actually kind of attractive.

"Yes, why?" I ask in return. Please do, hurry, I really want to sit down. I chimed internally.

"Willsmith is a wealthy family, right? Why didn't you treat your illness, and as far as I've heard about you, you are the heiress of the Willsmith Empire, along with the Kagomoto Group Of Companies." What exactly am I, a celebrity? And why am I in the hot seat with these ridiculous questions? Somebody really did a quick background check on me.

"Ah, my inborn skin disease, which I inherited from my great grandmother, is incurable, as is my asthma. I've had it since I was a little, but it's not that serious as long as I take my medicine regularly." Could I please take a seat now?

"All right, Ms. Willsmith, you may now take your seat." Ma'am, you are my lifesaver. I rushed to the side where I would take my lovely seat.

"Thank you."

I was siting next to Ms. Cute, and next to her was the handsome gay.

"Hello, my name is Miette Stewart, and the gay next to me is Jafrod Wally, but he prefers to be called Jaffy." So Ms. Nice's name is Miette. How adorable.

"Yah, I'm the most beautiful creature on the planet, you know Jaffy, present here." Jafrod chirped and extended his hands to me, which I gladly accepted.

I'm not that rude to refuse his hand. They were also the first to people approach me without disgust on their faces.

"Yow, bitch! Why do you have such a soft hand? What's the secret, so I can try?" Jaffy inquired politely, despite the fact that he referred to me as a bitch.

"Shhhh, Jaffy, keep quiet we'll continue this conversation later. We might get scolded. Would you like to join us for this lunch break, Tricia?" Miette shifted her gaze to me after he told Jaffy to be quiet.

"Of course." Using my eyes, I smiled at her. If you want to know how. I just simply squint my eyes. Then it'll appear I'm smiling.

~Seth

I'm still wondering how she avoided the shuriken I threw earlier, she look weak.

What is she doing in that place? All the students are afraid to pass or go there because of its appearance.

I admit, I didn't expected her to be a feisty one based on her appearance. No dared shout at me that live to tell the tale, well aside from my mom, she's the first person who did that.

A little part my self was quite glad that I miss the hit.

Earlier:

"Where are we going now, dude?" Raynel inquired. Our class had ended earlier than usual, so I decided to return to UC.

"Let's get back to UC."

The scumbag grinned from ear to ear and pumped his fist. His bruises had already darkened. I can't believe he let those dickheads kick him in the face. Narcissistic jerk. He had been obsessed with his face since like forever.

"Yes! My victory party with the chicka babes will continue!" he exclaimed happily and jump idiotically, but I have something more important for him to do than play with his toys.

"No." I told him sternly.

"What?! But-" He tried to protest, but I cut him off.

"You need to find information about a girl with a face tattoo."

"Girl with a what? Where did you hear that?" I heard Axhton groaned, staring at his phone as Raynel whined.

"From the Rose Gang."

"Is that why you ripped their leader's head off?" Raynel inquired drastically changed from being a jerk to a serious face. It feels like he's a complete different person. But it will only be for a moment before he reverts back to his old playboy self.

"Sort of."

"What exactly do you mean, sort of? " It was Axthon who inquired.

"My father called."

"And?" Raynel inquisitively parroted. I'd love to smack him in the face. He's back to his annoying self now.

"Is he setting you up with another dinner date with his business partner's daughter?"

I only sigh as an answer to Axthon's question. That old man is always up to no good and it's really getting on my nerves.

"And what are you going to do with the woman with the face tattoo?" Raynel asks.

"All you have to do is find her and that's it."

"But-"

He complained again, but I just stared at him. I swear I'll cut his balls if he keeps sleeping with his girls and gets aids.

"Do it or no girls, plus you're not allowed to fight for more than a year."

"Of course, your most magnificent highness, I will do it." He said this while making an exaggerated bow. I'm aware it's against his will. But he doesn't have a choice. He has to do it or I will take away his happiness.

Raynel is more knowledgeable about finding information about someone than we are. He can even uncover the most hidden information in a short period of time.

I don't honestly know why I asked about her information, but I think it'll be useful in the long run.

The three of us were walking towards the exit of the dark forest because it was the only short cut to where our cars were parked on the outskirts of the woods.

I don't want to cause a commotion in there, because the girls will swarm at us every time we arrive at university. It will only cause problems, particularly for the guards and faculties.

I abruptly came to a halt causing Raynel and Axhton to do as well.

"Is there something wrong, dude?" Raynel inquired as he placed his hand on my shoulder. Tsk! This touchy pervert bastard. His hands were disgusting, just to think of how many sluts he touches with it. He quickly removed it when I glared at him.

"There's someone else here in the Dark forest." I said as I fished something from my pocket.

"How do you know?"

I remained silent, not answering to Axthon's question and set my focused ahead of us. Someone else had entered here, I know it because the air smelled different than what I was used to. A hint of perfume lingered on the air. A perfume I'm not familiar with. If not for my keen sense of smell, it would have gone unnoticed.

Without a hesitation, I throw the shuriken in the direction I was staring. It made no sound as it glide in the air.

I was known as the Night Owl in Japan due to my ability to attack or move without making a sound, similar to how owls fly.

After I threw the shuriken, I continued walking as if nothing had happened. Raynel and Axhton exchanged glances and shrugged as they followed.

Someone stood ahead of us. Weird. Nobody dared come deep on this lush woods.

I stopped when I notice that it was a woman with her back on us. Looking at the shuriken buried in the tree. She took it and turned around to look for the owner. I was confused and questions started to form inside my head as to how she avoided my shuriken.

No one. I mean none that I know of had managed to avoid my aim, even from a distance. It is impossible for her to avoid it, if she's this weird and frail looking woman.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in an icy tone to the woman wearing a surgical mask with large eye glasses, a skirt above the knee, a knee sock, pump shoes, a jacket, and her height barely reach my shoulders. Only her eyes and forehead are visible.

Present:

We are now back in our UC mansion, which we won from a battle and also the largest mansion in here.

"Dude, I found some information about the girl with the tattoo on her face, it's just a bit of information but it might help a little, I admit I had a hard time getting it." Raynel said, holding out a black folder. I took it and read through it.

Name: Unkown

Age: 20 (estimated age)

Code Name: Violet

Gender: Female

Identification: She has a tattoo on the left side of her face. A tribal tattoo. (Obviously)

More Information:

Notorious assassin, ninja, and the founder of Azoukawa Credo in Japan.

No photos of her.

"Is this all you get? Looks like you're really getting rusty, huh? What happen to the Orcus I know?" I sigh looking at the piece of paper. He didn't say anything.

"It does, as you say, help a little." I consoled.

"Now I'd like you to look into the girl we saw in the dark forest. I hope you get enough information this time." I said closing folder and placed it on the coffee table next to the single couch I was sitting on. I turned to face Raynel, who was sitting across from me. He appears to be disappointed. And pouting! Tsk! This childish prick. I wonder how we became friends.

"Can I return to my chicka babes after I find out everything with that mummy girl?" My eyebrows quirk. Mummy? Ah, well. Mummy girl? Raynel might have called her that because her strange taste in fashion. It suits her. But that isn't the point here. I look at him dead in the eyes. Chicka babes his ass.

"Let me tell you something: if you get aids from your pigs, I'm going to kill you immediately before you can infect us." I warned him, but all he did was pout again. I maintain a neutral expression on my face. What is he, a third-grader?

"Quit pouting. You're not cute, you look like a dog." I stated unequivocally.

"I'm not cute because I'm handsome." He responded by puffing up his chest.

"No, you're disgusting." Axhton groaned as he hurled a can of beer at us.

"What are you, Axhton? A mushroom? Why do you always have to sneak up on us?" This time, I agree with Raynel. This guy has a habit of sneaking up on us.

"Tss .. Seth about the girl I already knew her." Axthon caught my attention.

"Dude, that's my job." Raynel muttered, I only ignore him.

"Slow poke." Axthon make fun of him. They were about to fight, but I intervened and stopped them.

"If you don't give me the information and you're fighting with that dog, I'll let you sleep on the street."

"Tsk! Yeah, yeah. Take this. Whatever." He threw his cellphone at me while rolling his eyes.

I catch it effortlessly and scroll through the article.

Name: Patricia Luzineth Kagomoto Willsmith

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Nationality: Filipino/ Japanese / American / Brazilian

Went to Velox Academy then transferred to in Hill University (HU).

Heiress of Willsmith Empire and Kagomoto Group of companies. Only daughter of Mr. & Mrs. Cloudio Willsmith. Taking up Bachelor in Elementary Education. She have a severe asthma and genetic skin disease inherited from her bloodline.

Her photos were displayed next. There's nothing special about her other than the fact that she is the heiress to two of the world's largest corporations in this generation. It is also stated that she is ill.

Is that why she wear surgical mask? Also there's no picture of her whole face. How can she be the heiress to both companies if she is pursuing an education? I thought Mr. and Mrs. Willsmith never had another child after their first died?

Why didn't they take care of her illness? To think that because of their wealth, it will only take a snap of their finger. And what is she doing at Hill University if she can attend a better one? As far as I recall, they also owned a prestigious academy outside of the country? What's up with her outfit? Raynel was right when she referred to her as a mummy. How did she manage to avoid the shuriken I threw when she appeared to be so sickly?

There are many unanswered questions about this girl, but that isn't important right now. Although there's a part of me that thinks the information I've read about her is insufficient. It was quite intriguing, why did she transfer?

Is it just a coincidence that she manage to avoid my hit? Or does my aim failed? That's impossible. Well, it's not that I want to kill her on purpose but I did that in case it was one of our enemies trying to plot an ambush. I wasn't expecting a student to wander deep in that area.

My brow furrowed even more at the thought, and then an idea popped right in my head. I returned Axhton's phone and picked up mine, texting these two crazy men in front of me.

Their phones chimes in unison.

"Hey, maybe this is from my chicka babes!" Raynel jumps up in excitement and grab his phone quickly.

"This old man. I already told him I don't want anything from the mafia." Axhton grimly said, as he took his cellphone from me.

"What the hell Seth?!" they both exclaimed as soon as they realized that I am the one who text them.

"Whether you like it or ... yes that's what we're going to do for tomorrow."

"HELL NO!" Axhton and Raynel cried in unison.

"Hell yes."