Innocent Little Killer (Spy AU)

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A/N: Wanted to spoil you guys... enjoy extra chapter! RICEFORETERNITY, FUCKS SAKE POST!!!

"So... about what happened back there. That was quite a scene I walked into. Do you have a relationship with the client back there?" The hum of the car could easily lull anyone to sleep, but with the screams of sirens of firetrucks and police cars, no sleep would be able to creep in.

After jumping out of the building, you and Scaramouche had managed to land on a building top and escape through there. Beside almost getting caught by the police, the mission could be considered perfect. After being found by the driver, you and your co-worker had managed a slim escape.

"Heh... A relationship? Hardly. He's my family murder." you scoffed, leaning back into your seat, relishing in the soft material of the seat.

"Oh?" Scara cocked his head. "Do tell."

You sighed. "Hey you. In the front. Park away from the scene, and step out." The driver did as he was told, and stepped out.

"Why'd you tell him to get out? They're sworn to secrecy for a reason."

You shrugged. "I'm not stupid. I know that every now and then they'll end up getting drunk and a bunch of things that they aren't supposed to say end up getting out there."

Scaramouche chuckled. "So I guess what I'm about to be told no one knows? Wow~ I'm the first person that the Innocent Little Killer of the agency will be telling her secret~."

You burst out laughing. "It's hardly a secret. Yes, there are certain parts that are considered classified, but beside that, it's just my past." You sighed. "How do I start..." you took a deep breath, starting.

"I was just 7 at the time. My parents owed that guy a huge sum of money, even after selling the bookstore. Lawrence ended up coming to my parents house the day I turned 8. He told my parents to pay or die."

"Lawrence came personally? That's a surprise."

You nodded. "They ended up killing everyone, and me and my brother were the sole survivor of the incident. We lived on what remained of our house, but Lawrence ended up finding out that me and my brother were still alive. My brother shut me in the refrigerator. One stab in the stomach, and they left. Just before he died, he let me out, and told me to run away. Stay away from the house. No matter what happened, never return to the house. I dragged his house into what was left of the yard, and buried him there. That was the same day Manager Morax had found me."

"Morax found you? That's right, the large fire and killings. Morax was sent to investigate that. So he lied about there being no survivors?"

"He had to. The organization would have brought me in for questioning and kept me there as the organization pet. I would have no education, no childhood. Morax understood that. Although, I had kicked him for a good bit, but then I realized he was only trying to help. He took care of me from there. I never found out he was part of the agency until he came back from one of his missions really injured. I had begged him to let me into the organization, and once I finished high school, he allowed my entrance, on the memo that no one could know that I was his adoptive kid. I had found out that the mission to kill Lawerence was still out there, and I begged that once the time had come, I would be sent on the mission. Morax said that only if I could become a Rank 5, he would consider it. I worked hard for the year that I came in. That's how I'm sitting in the same car as you now."

Scaramouche whistled. "Impressive. I hear that you had ended up heavily injuring your instructor once?"

You sweatdropped. "T-that was an accident."

He laughed. "That must have been stupid. Best part is, you managed to harm an instructor that's on par with some of the best official members." he opened the window, and waved the driver back inside. The slim man slid back into the car, and began driving back to base once more.

"I expect what was said here doesn't leave?" you said, questioning him.

He scoffed. "Morax usually has a cool head, but when he doesn't, he is quite scary. Unless I'm looking to have a meteor implanted in my face, what's been said here won't be leaving this car."

You smiled. "Thank you." you said, sighing, and removing your mask.

You noticed the young man look away from you, his ears slightly red in the dark. You smirk, stifling a laugh. "I can see how red your ears are, ya' know?"

At your statement, his face that refused to look at you reddened by tenfold. "S-shut up! I don't know what the fuck your talking about!"

This time, you couldn't help but burst out laughing, your laugh echoing around the back of the car. "Yeah, right." You inputted between laughs.

Once you had quieted once more and Scaramouche had faced forward once more, and hesitated before asking. "So... about the official rank..."

He scoffed. "With how rude you acted to me? No."

You mock-gasped, knowing that he was just messing around with you. "What! But I did the mission so well... can't you reconsider...?" You asked, giving him a pout.

After catching a glimpse of your face, his face became red again, and he turned away from you. "Whatever."

You grinned. "Thank you~!"

"Ugh. Just put your mask back on, god damn it."

"Okay~!"

A/N: Hey ho~! How was that guys! I know it's short, but hopefully you had as much fun reading that as I had writing that! Enjoy the chapter guys~!

RICE FOR ONE GOD DAMN TIME, STOP TRYING TO EMBARRASS ME INFRONT OF MY ENGLISH TEACHER!!! I KNOW THERE ARE A BUNCH OF GRAMMAR MISTAKES! NO NEED TO REMIND ME!