I got this idea from fabulous flute sista here. So, this is a little story where badasses meet more badasses. Ooh, exciting stuff. This one will have a whole lot of characters, including weabindaattic101's French-Indian fam, Yao, Emmylou (my OC), and Sakura (my version of the character). Also, Emmylou's split-dye hair changed color and is now turquoise and purple :3

This thing took way too long ;-; sorry.

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"Miss." A vague voice calls from a table in the small café. The walls are colored a warm beige and the place, lit by swinging lamps over each table, is overflowing with laughter and small talk. From the outside, the place doesn't seem like much, just a small area where people come together to chat about the meaningless events that happen throughout their day. It's also the perfect place to converse about, well, assassination.

A head turns at the sound of the voice, which already has disappeared into the loud chatter. But she knows exactly who the voice belongs to. As she scans the crowd for the familiar face, her eyes land on a specific person. She promptly walks over to that person, who is inconspicuously reading a newspaper.

"What is it now?" she asks, sitting down on the seat across him. The lady ties up her teal and dark purple dyed hair into a messy bun, crossing her legs and arms when she finishes fussing with it.

"What is it always?" The man, in his mid thirties, slides a small portfolio across the table, which she picks up and inspects for a few moments. She slides it into her custom-tailored handbag, which holds daily necessities, such as a phone and a stick of lipstick. Of course, there's a pistol and a few throwing knives hidden under all of that. But everyone knows not to mess with a young woman's bag unless you want to end up with a black eye and a few broken bones.

"Two coffees?" a waitress asks, her hair in a ponytail swishing behind her. Carrying a notepad, she holds a black pen in her left hand, awaiting an answer.

"Yes, that'd be very much appreciated." The young lady feigns a smile as the waitress nods and swiftly walks away. The smile disappeared as quickly as it appeared, replaced with a small frown.

"Miss Emmylou, if you're not going to accept this mission, tell me now and don't waste my time."

"Of course I'll accept, but can you at least let me have my morning cup of coffee first?" The lady, Emmylou, rolls her eyes. "I just have to assassinate the most famous piano player in the world at a crowded concert. Easy."

"Ugh, you sure are annoying." The man gives her a backstage pass.

"My real name is still on this." Emmylou leans back and continues staring at the piece of paper.

"Giving you a fake identity would be a waste of time. Besides, I'm sure the target would recognize an old friend immediately." He smirks, leaning back against the black leather on the seats.

She goes rigid for a split second, regaining her composure almost instantly. "How did you know about that?"

"Oh please, I'm a high-ranked officer in a secret agency that specializes in murder. Information is not that hard to get."

"Meh, I thought it'd be harder, since you can barely win a fight anymore." Emmylou smirks, raising an eyebrow.

"You definitely are annoying."

"Thank you! That means a lot to me, you know?" She fakes a smile and flutters her eyelashes a few times for dramatic effect before picking up her bag and getting up from her seat. "Oh, miss, may I have the coffee to go?" Emmylou asks the waitress on her way out and takes the steaming cup with a curt 'thank you.'

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Oh, the large crowds at concerts. So many potential witnesses! But Emmylou didn't care about them. This mission was going to be quick, clean, and easy, just like all of the other ones.

"Didn't expect to see you here." A Chinese man in his late twenties wearing a scowl on his face, suddenly appears next to her.

"Oh hello there, old man!"

"Don't call me that. I'm only ten years older than you."

"I'm sorry for being 18 and charismatic!" Emmylou says in a sarcastic tone, giving a faux sugarcoated smile.

"You kill for a living. But then again, so do I."

"Yao, just because I'm a skilled assassin doesn't mean that I can't have a wonderful personality, or at least fake one." She crosses her arms and scans the venue.

Yao looks like he is about to protest, but closes his mouth, knowing that arguing with a hyper-energetic young adult is futile, let alone argue with Emmylou Jones. "Well, I hope I don't see you around." he grumbles, turning and walking away.

Emmylou smirks, heading to the backstage area of the setting. Immediately, she's confronted by two guards who stop her.

"Who are you?" the larger of the guards asks, crossing his arms. He looks at her suspiciously, taking note of her appearance and her handbag.

"Emmylou Jones. I have a backstage pass for the concert tonight. One of the performers is a close friend of mine." She smiles, pulling a slip of paper from her bag.

"Oh really? We didn't see an "Emmylou Jones" on the checklist." The female security guard responds.

"Hm? Oh, can you check again? I'm sure that my name should be on there." Emmylou raises two brows in false concern.

"Let's see, your name is still not on-, wait, it is on here. So sorry for that inconvenience. You may come in." The female guard apologizes, holding a clipboard.

"Oh yes, the spy did wonderfully! I knew I could trust her with this." She smirks as she walks backstage. Maneuvering between people who are running around in a hurry to get everything prepared in time, she searches for her target, the one she is assigned to assassinate.

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"Miss Sakura Honda, you have a fan visiting you. Apparently her name is Emmylou Jones. Would you like me to let her in or refuse?" A woman with a uniform asks, slightly opening the door to the star's room.

"Hm? Emmylou? Sure, let her in." Sakura responds, fixing the minute details of her hair and costume.

The woman nods before closing the door. Emmylou steps in the room smiling while saying a quick thanks to the woman.

"Why, it's so nice to see an old friend!" Her words are hidden under multiple layers of sarcasm.

"Don't flatter me. I'm not your "friend," you murderer." Sakura turns to face the young lady and braces herself, expecting a quick attack.

"Technically, I'm an assassin. And why so serious? It's been five years since we've last seen year other." Emmylou pouts dramatically, her actions so obviously faked.

"Five years well spent without you. I'm guessing that heinous 'agency' of yours sent you to eliminate me."

"Ding, ding, ding! Correct! Now, should I make your death quick or slow? After all, I invited you to join me and you didn't. What a shame." Emmylou pulls out a handgun from the inside of her bag, fully loaded.

"I would never kill somebody for money, unlike you." Sakura retorts, scowling at the person standing before her.

Emmylou holds the gun pointed at Sakura's heart, checking her nails at the same time. "That's it, I've decided to make your death quick and easy. You should thank me, after all. I gave you at least some mercy." Just as she's about to pull the trigger, Sakura kicks the fun out of Emmylou's hand and grabs it, pointing it to Emmylou's forehead.

"Checkmate." She says bluntly, her eyes now filled with an angry malice.

"Ooh, if we're playing chess, then you should know," Emmylou kicks Sakura hard in the stomach and wrenches the gun from her hand. "The tables can turn at any moment. Checkmate."

Sakura groans in frustration, clutching her abdominal region. She quickly recovers from the blow and gets up, giving a sweeping kick to knock Emmylou off her feet.

Emmylou jumps in time, giving a slightly annoyed look. "You know, your death would include a lot less suffering if you stopped moving so much." She slips the gun into a pouch attached to her belt.

"That was pretty slow for you. Maybe you'll actually lose this round?" Sakura smirks, bracing herself for another attack.

But another one didn't come. Instead, Sakura looks up to find Emmylou handing her the gun.

"You win." She looks down almost in defeat. "Go ahead, shoot me. I'm just an outcast anyways. Society will never accept me and will continue to reject me. I don't think it'll mind one life gone."

Sakura takes the gun with surprise and points it at Emmylou's head. She lowers it after a few moments. "I-I can't."

"I knew you couldn't do it." Emmylou smiles, but there was something so malevolent and terrifying hidden behind the smile. Sakura stared at her in fear for a few seconds before returning to her normal pokerface.

Sakura jumps in surprise as she is knocked down to the floor, the gun now in the hands of her old friend. "The one I once trusted the most is now the one to kill me."

"Oopsie, time's up! Sorry, I have to go. If it makes you feel better, you lasted longer than most people. Toodles!" With that, Emmylou runs out of the room.

Just as she disappeared, two slightly younger females, apparently siblings, burst into the room to find their close friend dazed on the floor, slightly wounded. "Sakura! Ugh, why would they plan two assassinations in one day?" Ambre complains, rubbing the back of her head.

"I'm not as skilled at fighting as you are. I got Emmylou..." Sakura mutters, getting up to her feet.

"Emmylou? She's pretty high up in the skill level. Yao was annoying, once again." Ranju sighs, crossing her arms. "Come on, show's about to start soon. You have to get yourself composed before then."

"Ranju, stop with the puns." The French-Indian dancer looks at her sister with an unimpressed expression on her face.

Sakura chuckles, brushing off some dirt on her skirt. "Your dance lessons actually paid off, Ambre!"

"Don't look at me like they were torture."

"They basically were."

"Ahh, let's go already!" The three girls walks out of the room, shouldering off the assassination attempts like they were nothing.

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AGH, this was rushed quite a bit and I just couldn't seem to get on with the story, so sorry for the weird ending and the bad writing, okay bye!

                   ~MysticalButterflies