The Werewolf Assassin's Daughter

Chapter 1

A/N: Like my other story, "What Lies Within Our Past," this story has several Japanese words in it.  Translations are in parentheses next to the words.  Anyway... I don't have much to say since this is the first chapter, so... Read, Comment, and Vote =)

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I walked down the stairs slowly and cautiously with several knives hidden underneath the waistband of my shorts.  No, I am not mentally insane… ok; I might have a few bolts and screws loose in my head, but I still had some sanity left.  So, I know you’re wondering, if this person is sane, then what the hell is this eighteen year old girl doing with knives on her waistband?

Well, complicated questions have complicated answers.  On the outside, I looked like an average teenager with long black hair and sapphire blue eyes.  But I was nowhere near ordinary.  My father was a Japanese assassin, and a very good one.  He was ruthless, stopping at nothing to do his job right, earning himself the nickname ‘Akuma,’ which was a Japanese word that means ‘devil.’  How had he ever had a child like me?  Yet another complicated question.

‘Akuma’– I was never told my father’s real name– met my mother just years after he started his new ‘profession.’  Her name was supposedly Mai, which means coyote.  Not like I would know if that was actually her real name– she left my father just a year after she gave birth to me.  My father never told me why she left; whenever I asked him about it, he said that he didn’t know.

In any case, being an assassin’s daughter I was often considered a target by my father’s enemies.  They thought that killing me would ‘break’ my father.  None of them realized two things: a) my father did not have a so-called ‘breaking point,’ and b) I was just the same as my father.

Okay, I need to clarify.  No, I don’t kill people– well; I don’t kill because someone gives me a name and says “Kill this man.”  I only kill when people threaten my life, and seeing the fact that an assassin (my father) trained me, no one could kill me easily.  So… back to my current situation.  I was located in one of Akuma’s safe houses that absolutely no one knew about.  With this fact in mind, I believe that I had a good reason to go into defensive ‘kill-mode’ when someone knocked on the front door loudly.

Who the hell could it be?  I knew that my father was on a very long ‘vacation’ (a.k.a. he had to get a low profile and maintain it for several weeks before he killed his next hit.)  If the person knocking knew who I was, then they had no common sense– if they knew who I was, that usually meant that they wanted to kill me.  But if they wanted me dead, why would they be knocking on the front door?  And whoever this idiot was, he was standing nonchalantly outside the door– I could tell because he had not even bothered to deactivate the cameras surrounding the house.

I leaned against the wall on the side of the door opposite from the door handle.  Silently, I grabbed one of the knives from my waistband.  Then I cautiously called out to the stranger, “Who are you, and what do you want?”

It was risky to do that, especially if he wanted me dead, but it was much better than waiting for him to barge in.

“I don’t want to harm you,” the man called back softly.

“You did not answer the first one,” I growled.

I watched him grin on the screen of one of the cameras.

“If I told you, I’d have to kill you,” he chuckled, and then looked me dead in the eye through the camera.

I shifted under his gaze, and he grinned again as if he saw me squirm. “Not if I killed you first,” I muttered.