A sigh echoed through the night, Kraz walked down the empty street. He was already done with his work for today, and now he had enough time for himself. Just what should he do with it? Maybe he should just go back to his house and - ? A woman with long hair stood there, alone. He stopped for a moment, but then he decided just to leave her alone. It wasn't his business after all. The assassin turned around and walked away.
"Excuse me, mister…" A voice, womanly yet with a trace of masculinity, spoke… assumedly the person there.  Kraz ignored it.
"Hey, mister!" Some anger could be heard in the voice. He still didn't care.
"I said: HEY MISTER!" Something grabbed Kraz' shoulder and turned him around; the assassin was only an inch away from that woman's face. Did she jump on him?!
"Gotcha  ~!" She giggled, blinked and touched his face – the next moment she was flying through the air. Chuckling she landed on her feet and looked at the panting Kraz.
"My, my… You sure are something." She walked towards the assassin.  "Until today nobody could resist my sexy attack." She giggled again.
"Now would you please - ?"
Kraz wasn't there anymore.


The assassin sat on the roof of a building, looking at the city beneath him.
"Grabbing a stranger like that…" He shook his head.  "Really, this was – "
"There you are!" That woman jumped at him from behind.  Kraz shrieked and flung her away.
"Ouch! Why are you so rude to a woman?"
"I could ask you why YOU are jumping on me!" He was panting due to the unpleasant surprise.
"There's no law prohibiting this."
"That's called common sense!"
"Well, whatever." She chuckled.
"The name's Zethraes Lafin. And yours is?"
"Doesn't matter."
"My, what a stubborn - ! What the hell are you doing?!" The assassin jumped down the roof and landed at a lower one.
"Leave me alone."
"No! I don't want to!" Zethraes jumped after him and followed Kraz.
"Listen, you're such a gorgeous and handsome guy, I just HAVE to - !" A pistol pointed right into her face.
"If you don't want to die, shut the hell up and go." Kraz' eyes were cold as ice, he meant it. However, the following reaction surprised him.
"Oh my…" Zethraes giggled and touched his arm gently.
"You know… I l-l-l-l-l-LOVE men with a gun." She looked at him alluringly.
"Rrrarrr. You're just my type." A shot sailed pass her face.
"Whoa, that was a close one!" Zethraes batted her eyelashes.
"You sure you don't want to play with me?" Kraz flung her away.  
"NO!"  
"Not so shy! Come here ~!" She winked with her pointer finger, giggling.
"Get away from me!"  
"Why should I? You're so nice… H-h-hey! Wait!"

How many hours had he been running around? He didn't know. The moon was already vanishing behind the walls of the city; it had to be very late. However, he couldn't stop. Not until that insolent woman would stop hunting him!
"Why don't you even want to consider playing with me for a little while?"
"Why don't YOU even consider that I am NOT interested?!" Kraz yelled and turned into a back alley.
"Because I KNOW that you want it!" Zethraes followed him, but she stopped when she felt something crawling up her legs.
"What… What is this?"
"Darkness." Kraz sighed. "I didn't want to use – "
"It can move!"
"… Yes. Well, I'm sorry to say that, but you just annoyed me far too much. Fare – "
"Is it edible?"
This statement destroyed his concentration in its entirety, Kraz was dumbfounded.
"W… What?"
"Is it edible?" Since Kraz didn't answer, Zethraes shrug her shoulders.
"Well then. I'll just try it!"
"No! It's not – "
Too late. Zethraes bit into one of the chains.


"… I just can't believe it." The assassin was sitting in the city's public park on a park bench, Zethraes beside him.
"You really swallowed the darkness! What the hell did you think?" He drank a bit of the flower tea he bought in a convenience store and gave his company a bottle of juice.
"Everything that moves and comes near my mouth must be tried. Besides, it smelled just delicious!" The woman swallowed some peach juice. Kraz shook his head.
"You are really strange, Zethraes." Sighing he rubbed his temple.
"And you, sir, still didn't tell me your name!"
"…"
"Aw, come on!" She grabbed him and stared at him, Kraz pushed her away.
"Fine.  Just don't touch me!" He sighed.  "It's Kraz. Kraz Noirame."
"What a nice name."
"Thank you."
"…"
"…"
"How about becoming friends?"
"I don't have any. I don't need any."
"Oh, please! Just me!"
"… Fine."
"Wonderful!"
"…"
"…"
"So…" Zethraes looked up to the black sky.
"Why didn't you finish me off? As an assassin, you could have done it easily – not to mention your powers."  
"How do you…?"
"I guessed. Seems like I'm right with your profession? Nice. Now tell me why."
"… Three reasons.  Firstly: I don't kill without thinking. My second reason is that it has been years if not as long as I can remember since I met someone who made me slip my concentration."
"And number three?"
"Killing a woman without a reason is against my principles." He looked at Zethraes who was chuckling.
"What?"
"My turn to tell you something. Two things…"
"What is it?" The assassin had a bad feeling about this. A really bad feeling.
"First: I'm a guy."
"WHAT?!"
"My, is it so surprising?"
"Yes, of course! I-I-I-I mean, you've got long hair and – “
"So?" Zethraes drank his juice as if nothing happened. Kraz was somewhat relieved. Good, he was sure that this guy had been joking every time when he had said something weird. Which meant Kraz didn't have to fear any –
"Oh and the second thing is…"
"Yes?" The assassin turned his head, Zethraes giggled amused.
"I like men."
Absolute silence.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!"