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Enjoy chapter 9…?

As requested by the most wonderful Cendrillo, here is one for Yumiko! As usual, enjoy and if you wish, don't forget to review.

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"Yumiko Takagi…she has within her mind another personality named Yumie."

It was a moonless night…the kind of night that made the other inside of her stir; wanting to hunt down pagans for blood. She shifted slightly on the cool bench, brushing her outfit off.

During the times she's Yumiko, she's so gentle she wouldn't even harm an insect. But when she's Yumie, she possesses a power which more than compensates for problems."

She sighed softly, retracing the day's events. Bowing her head, she felt her glasses slip. Pushing them up, she looked into the star-filled sky, a look a confused worry on her face. It was a rather uneventful day, really. The same thing…wake up the Other, fight, feel her go to sleep and look at the damage she had done…

That she hadn't done…

"She's a Berserker…"

She sighed softly once more, fingers lightly tracing the wrapped sword that was lying innocently by her. She didn't really remember what happened, but she did remember what happened before.

It was the usual. Maxwell called, complained about the last mission, gave them their orders, yelled at them some more, wished them luck, and then hung up.

"Come on Yumiko. Ve have a job to do…"

They always have a job to do. Not that the Other minded. As long as she could kill something, what did it matter to her? Standing, she stretched, fingers wrapping around the sword. Picking it up, she walked back into the building where they were staying.

"Ve have to go, Yumiko..."

"What? But we just got here…"

"Orders from the Chief. Vake up Yumie."

Sighing softly, she bowed her head, eyes closed. The familiar rage flooded her senses. She slowly sank into the darkness, feeling herself getting lost. Ah well, it was good to relax…

She opened her eyes, glasses clasped tightly in her hands. It was about time! Grinning around, she grabbed her katana.

"Ve haf a job in Dublin."

"Alright. Let's go then!"

They set off together. Finally! More heathens to kill; their pagan blood to spill. It was a wonderful feeling, cleaning up after trash. Her fingers lightly played with the cloth that was wrapped around her katana, itching to unsheathe it.

But she would have to wait.

Though not for long.

The same thing always happened. They would show up, get called Assassins, kill whatever heretic group was threatening the Vatican, clean the blood from their clothes, go home (sometimes) then get a new mission.

Sometimes they would beg for their life, sometimes they would fight back. She always liked it when they fought. It made it so much more fun.

But just like castles of sand or mud, they too fell. Only the Vatican remained.

And only the Vatican will forever remain…

And true to their nature, the heathens fell. And it was over. Turning, they were about to leave when they heard shuffling behind them.

Heh, they were like cockroaches anyway. So what could you expect?

Though she had to give him credit, at least he wasn't running…

Unsheathing the sword once more, she smirked walking up to him.

"YOU BITCH! You will die! Hell is awaiting you with open arms!"

The already bloodstained blade swept down in an arc, silencing him forever. She licked the tip of the katana, smirking.

"It doesn't matter what you say to us…

After all, we're fanatics just like you."

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How was that? Good, bad, just okay? Tell me your thoughts! Well, hope you enjoyed this chapter. :hands cookies to readers and reviewers: Taking requests for characters again!

Sorry for the shortness of the chapter… :dies: Well, since school has started, I won't be able to write as much as I like so it will take me a bit longer to update than usual. Sorry! Stupid school…mutter, mutter…heh. Ja ne!

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