This is the first chapter of what will be a long-ish fic. Keep in mind that this is just my second FoR fic ever and my first time writing Joker. I hope it isn't TOO bad.
Joker sat comfortably in the leather seat in front of Kurei's desk. His feet were propped up, his dirty sneakers only inches from Kurei's face. But Kurei had no intention of asking him to remove them, even though Joker would if asked. He instead folded his arms across his chest and looked at his assassin with a slight smile. "So, I can trust you to handle this?"
"Of course. Just tell me what I need to know." Joker replied casually.
"First of all, I didn't initially choose you to exterminate this target. My first choice was Neon, but she had ... other plans. Raiha is also busy. I know you don't favor young female targets."
Joker cocked and eyebrow. "She isn't cute, is she?" he asked with a groan.
"See for yourself." Kurei answered, handing him a folder. Joker opened it up and pulled out a photograph. His eyes widened and he looked back and forth between the photo and Kurei many times in disbelief.
"You want me to kill her?!" he asked. Kurei nodded. "But why? She doesn't have any dealings with the company or you."
"True, but she does know things about us, about the elemental weapons in general, that she just shouldn't know. Of course, her father will have to be eleminated as well. They both know too much and could be dangerous to our privacy."
Joker leaned back in the chair and studied the picture. "If I didn't know any better, I'd swear you did this on purpose."
"Why would I do that?" Kurei asked.
"To test me. To see how loyal I am. But I thought we'd already gone down that road long ago."
"Joker, I explained my reasons. Her address is in the folder. Just complete the assignment and everything will be fine." Kurei said sternly, standing up and walking out of the office.
Joker mumbled something inaudible and continued to stare at the photo. This would probably be his hardest target. She was relatively weak, she wouldn't put up any sort of defense. She wasn't that rich or intelligent. Physically, there would be no problem at all. But the emotional aspect of it all was a completely different story.
It wasn't that rare that Joker would be assigned to kill a cute young girl who was somehow involved with Kurei's group. He didn't like those jobs, but he did them anyway. After all, he didn't know the girls. They were just like lambs in the field, and he was the wolf. He would always move quickly with them, try to cause as little pain as possible unless Kurei had other specific instructions. Occasionally, he would be required to make a mess of them, and leave them to be found by their treacherous fathers or brothers. Those were particularly his least favorite assignments. But he could handle them. He could burry his conscience and move on. He could forget their screams, their faces.
But now the face staring back at him was not just another girl, just another lamb. It was someone he knew, someone he had talked to, someone who had even shown him great kindness. How could he look at that face and destroy it? How could he kill someone that knew him?
He read the instructions in the file and felt a small bit of relief. It could be quick and easy. No specific instructions said otherwise. At least he wouldn't have to hurt her very badly. He closed the folder and stood up, putting it under his arm and jamming his hands into his pockets. He sighed as he walked out of the room, carrying the folder with a name written clearly on the edge: "Sakura Menou".