Dun dun dun...! This is a fic I've been working on for a while but I was always hesitant on publishing it... But here I am getting over it and publishing it! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did when writing it-Enishi is one of my faves... Another ones are Saitoh and Aoshi... Hehe... Anyway! Please review! The first chapter is kind of angst but I think later it gets over it...

Oh, the OC is short, mid-length chesnut hair and eyes. The rest find out yourselves ;)

‘You killed my parents; you killed my brother and left me for dead… I won’t make that mistake; I’m gonna make sure you go straight to hell. So die to fulfill my revenge!’ she said, standing with a kodachi over a man, sitting on a western like chair; she approached him from behind and slit his throat.

‘Guh-*pant pant*-…’

‘Clinging on to life won’t help you; no one is gonna save you now. But by all means, hope; hope you’ll live so the despair hits you even crueler in the end.’

He struggled a bit to try and catch his breath but to no avail; the moment she slashed him he had no chance of survival whatsoever. He eventually caved.

She watched him quiver and shiver till his last breath ran out, but quite to her surprise the more she watched, the less she enjoyed it -even though she did see him agonize, fighting a losing battle for his life- and it didn’t bring her any satisfaction or justification as she thought it would; it just made her feel sicker to her stomach adding to the idea of her family’s tragedy the killing of another man with her own hands. To her horror, this plan of perfect revenge and all this time devising and preparing for it, in the end it only brought her the overwhelming feeling of guilt, disgust and pain.

She knew her family wouldn’t come back to life if she killed him, but at least she thought their hearts would be able to rest in peace; but the sole thing she accomplished was that little peace of mind she had acquired when thinking about them, being gone with his last breath.

She trembled and let the kodachi fall from her hands; looking at them now, they were bloodstained, reminding her of those men who had killed her precious ones two years ago-she was nothing but a killer!

To the mere thought of that, she closed her eyes and shook her head violently trying to block out every memory and emotion running down her spine. No, she hadn’t become a murderer, she couldn’t have! She was just delivering justice, “jinchuu” as the Japanese called it, she was merely making amends! He ordered those men to kill her family; he killed her family, she was not the murderer!

“Then why is the blood on your hands so red? If it was just his fault, if he was the only sinner then it would be dirty! But this is too red, too warm and too incriminating! You’re a murderer, driven for your own purposes!” a little voice inside her head snapped back at her; she thought it might have been her fleeting reason.

‘Shut up!’

“You initially maybe wanted to just avenge, but then you got addicted to the idea of killing didn’t you? You just wanted to kill…”

‘No! You know that that’s not true!’

“You’re right; the fact you wanted to kill him alone proves your guilt: you knew it wouldn’t bring anyone back, but yet you desired to kill him; to feel his blood in your hands; to witness his final moments with pleasure. So? Has the fun kicked in yet? How satisfied do you feel?”

‘Stop; I’m not! I’m not satisfied!’

“Are you happy?”

‘I’m not happy!’

“Why not; a killer should always be happy when their victim is dead; when the objective is complete.”

‘I’m not a killer!’

“Oh yes? Then what about him lying-”

‘I’m not a killer!’

“Then why-”

‘I’m not a killer!!!’

“Then prove it: if you’re not, then his death must be shocking to you; now you’ve dirtied your hands with his blood what are you gonna do? Repent for your sin; kill yourself.”

‘Kill… myself?’

She turned to the kodachi on the floor as if she had just found a new god; she took it in her hands. After all, nothing was worth it. This death didn’t have the wanted result; she would really be just another murderer unless she repented by taking her own life, too. Yes, now it was all clear to her: if she wanted herself to differ from those scumbags who killed her family (and many other people too, she was sure of it) then that would be their only difference; her guilt.

Clinging on to that thought, she took a deep breath; in the end, this man managed to take away her life, too. And with that bitter parting thought she-… but no! Something was going on in the other room, where his flunkies always gathered.

She was sure she had bypassed them without making her presence noticed, so this must have been caused by someone else. Intrigued, she slowly opened the door and looked out; but the sight was far more horrible than she could ever imagine.

About thirty well-trained man had “cornered” a guy in the middle and they all attacked to him at different times; some of the men were already dead-having fatal wounds on their torsos and throats and the floors and the walls were sprayed with blood. The man in the middle of their “circle” stood his ground firmly, more like cornering them instead.

Now more carcasses seemed to add to the number of his victims, as he killed some more with a single move, blood straining him and everything around him; he was wearing glasses so she couldn’t see the color of his eyes, but she was sure of one thing: they did give out a hell of a glow and his silver hair –not matching to his youthful body and what she made out of his face- where reflecting the moonlight; he looked either like an angel from heaven or hell. Well, maybe in her case, hopefully he’d be a shinigami, too.

When all men were dead he stopped, put away his rather long sword and pushed up his glasses; he gave a look around satisfied and smirked. After quickly whipping the blood from his blade, he made his way towards her direction.

‘Huh?’ he did only just noticing her when he came too close; she was cringing behind the door, looking either shocked or awestruck (he couldn’t quite understand).

When he came too close, not ducking though, she realized he was not older than her-well, maybe half a year. But why was he smirking? He killed all those people, why was he proud?

‘You saw all of that?’ he asked, slouchily reaching for his sword; she then realized that this man would kill her. And that truly was a blessing!

‘Yes.’ she said calmly.

‘He! You could’ve just said no and I wouldn’t kill you.’

‘I know; that’s why I didn’t.’ she continued even calmer than before.

‘You really wanna die? What for?’

‘Do you really wanna know?’

‘Hum! I guess not. So rest in pea-… is that blood on your hands?’

‘Yes; what of it?’

‘Why is there blood on your hands…?’

But there was no need for her to answer; a look behind her and he saw the dead man lying on the floor, with a small pool of blood embracing him.

‘Oh, there goes my prey! Tch! Too much for all my effort; he was already dead… did you kill him girl?’

‘Yes.’

‘Why?’

‘I wanted revenge.’ she said and even though she didn’t mean to, some hatred escaped her lips along with that sentence.

At that particular moment, something seemed to resonate with –what was left of- his heart and he pushed back his glasses once again, putting the sword away.

‘Go on.’ he said interested; she made a last attempt to breathe deeply and this once she kept her feelings for herself.

‘He killed all those who were dear to me and left me for dead; I swore on my family’s grave I’d revenge for them. As ironic as it was, none ever got to see my face so I kept doing what I was best at: studied. I studied until I was knowledgeable enough to be an invaluable partner and infiltrated his organization. That way, I got to be around him long enough to know his exact everyday routine; after that it was easy. I showed fake but utmost loyalty so I got to be too close to him-close enough to kill him. Of course I made sure no one knew my identity by asking my dear friend, the ambassador’s daughter, give me a false identity and back-story.’

‘And you killed him now, ha?’

‘Yes.’

He smirked.

‘What is your name?’ he asked amused.

‘Elena Adams; I’m British.’

‘I’m Yukishiro Enishi; I’m Japanese. Are you interested in hearing my story, too?’ *they met in china that’s why the distinction in origins*

‘Eh? You will not kill me?’ she asked looking puzzled; that was the strangest way to ask that question, Enishi mused.

‘No… I have a better use for you.’

‘Use…?’

‘You killed this man, correct?’

‘Yes, but I’m no good; I had to drug him to knock him out and not to be noticed or else-’

‘I don’t want you to come with me so you can kill someone, relax. I want you to listen to my story; you and I are gonna walk out of here a whole lot richer and a whole lot more respected. You will then come with me.’

‘Where?’

‘Well… the ultimate revenge of course.’

‘What?’

‘You can’t understand yet; you have to listen to the story first. But you must promise you will never share it with anyone else.’

‘… Alright.’

‘Good…’

And then –after they had left the house and given word out to every mafia guy in the area-, he proceeded to tell her everything about who he was, why he was the man he was and his reason for wanting revenge. She listened to him carefully, realizing she was dealing with a rather unfortunate yet obsessive and dangerous 18-year-old. Still, she didn’t fear him or hate him even though she heard such terrible things; she felt like she understood and shared his pain. But wouldn’t that mean he’d feel so bad if his plan for perfect revenge was achieved? If that was the case, she had to warn him.

‘Do you know why I wanted you to kill me?’

‘No.’

‘Because after everything was over, after I had killed him and delivered my justice… I felt empty inside. My sense was gone and I couldn’t help but think I had stooped to his level and was no better than him; will you be able to handle that?’

‘Naïve little girl… I know that already, but I’m willing to do whatever it takes if that can bring justice upon that man who stole away my sister’s happiness and life so lightheartedly. I will make him pay… no matter what.’

She looked at him, wanting to say something, but she stopped. She knew he’d either regret it or eventually lose sight of himself after doing it but he seemed determined and driven. She could relate to that so she respected his wishes and kept her mouth shut. Besides, she couldn’t know for sure; all she knew for sure was that there was no turning back from this. This man would seal her destiny, as she would seal his.

Part one... end! I think I'll post the second one almost immediately... Hum, yeah, I will... So tell me your opinions, in case you stumble across this and take the time to read it!