Mistletoe is the Solution

 

            Notes:

*Depending on what you all think of this story, I might finish and might not. You let me know. Once again, Moon/HY pairing.

*I DO NOT BELIEVE IN DISCLAIMERS

 

Chapter One: The Dilemma

 

            *“You need to infiltrate and hack the computers. Nothing major, all the same as usual. After your done, blow the base and get out. Mission accepted or declined?” The old, white-haired man spoke over the vid-phone.

            “Mission accepted.” Answered the old man’s contact.

            “Oh, one more thing. I have a friend coming into the states over the Christmas holiday and he needs a place to stay.” The old man threw out at the other man over the static of the connection.

            “Objective?” Came the bitter probe.

            “As I said, he needs a place to stay. Mission accepted or declined?” The old man answered mysteriously.

            “Mission denied.”

            “Mission accepted or denied?” The old man tried again.

            “Mission denied.”

            “Mission accepted or declined?” One last desperate plea- though it came out more as a threat or order than a request this time around.

            “ Mission accepted.” The old man smiled in relief at the infamous ‘mission accepted’ phrase that his student seemed so fond of using.

            “Good. When you return tonight I will have sent you the details within an email. Delete them once read.”

            “Understood.” With the last harsh words, the connection was terminated and the old man smiled a devious smile. His student had no idea what he was in for this Christmas.

            The old man’s counterpart cut the connection without a second thought. Once again, all he was shrouded in was the blackness of his small, dark and lonely apartment. Standing, he collected from his closet his most prized possessions: four guns, two knives, and a small collection of other assorted weaponry.

            He stood in the center of the black room. Over his dirty green tank top went his shoulder gun holsters. Following them he added over his faded, dirty, and ripped blue jeans his thigh gun holsters and remembering his last infiltration mission, he threw on his old black leather jacket. Packing his only other possession in the room, he placed his lap top in a carrying case and slipped out the door if the small motel room and onto his motorcycle. Revving the engine, he quickly exited the parking lot and cut lose on the open and empty road.

            Pulling off the paved street, he hid his cycle and began the short trek through the empty and eerie woods. The large dark trees were giant opponents in their own right, and his had to make his way trough thick, untouched underbrush. Soon reaching his destination, he hopped a fence. Twenty minutes later he hopped the very same fence once again. As his feet landed soundlessly on the hard packed dirt ground, a very large noise drowned out any noise he may have made. A bright flash of red, orange and yellow lit the trees and suddenly the air was filled with billows of black smoke. The young man simply turned. Looking back at his work, he gave a slight nod and smirk. His work complete, he turned and jogged back out, straight the way he had come in.

            It was dawn. He had ridden all night as far as he possibly could. Where was he? In the middle of nowhere. He needed a phone to transmit the information to his trainer. Finally spotting an old gas station, he pulled over.

            “Son, can I help you?” An older, very heavy man asked, blowing cigarette smoke into the youth’s eyes. The youth looked up. Very quickly, he whisked the cigarette away from the man and had stepped on it to put it out.

            “I need a phone line.”

            “Now son, I can’t just…” The gas station attendant felt the cool metal pause against his stomach and decided against telling the strange boy no.

            “The phone’s right over there.” The fat man told the youth. The gun was put back in its holster and the youth quickly connected his computer. While downloading the information he had stolen, the young man checked his email.

            “ You are to proceed to L.A. within the next two days to pick up your guest. The guest whom will be staying with you is a friend and ally by the name of Taliesin. Treat his with great respect. And, a slight warning: he will not trust you unless you have a family. Do not ask why, that is none of your concern. For now, make him comfortable at all costs. Including a family. I have taken the liberty of arranging a few suitable ‘families’ for you to interview. Delete this when finished reading.” The young man’s expression had not changed since he had finished with the base. However, inside he was most displeased. A family? He, Hiiro Yui, the most deadly assassin ever trained and released into the world needed a family.

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            “Yes, huh. Yes, I understand. I understand perfectly.” The young woman nodded.

            “Great. Be there at…” One of the three men next to her continued.

            “I said I understood. I never said I would. Find someone else.” The woman smirked and turned on her heels.

            “There is no one else. The others all cancelled. We need this! You need this! Please?” One of the men called after her.

            “No.” She told them once again.

            “Listen. You don’t do this, and I’ll have the courts take your daughter away.” The last man threatened. The woman turned again. Sighing and lowering her head, she nodded.

            “Very well then. I’ll do it. I’ll be his ‘wife’ for the week. But that is it, one week.”

            “You won’t regret this Ms. Tsukino, I assure you, you won’t regret this.” Serena Tsukino shook her head. She was already sure she would.*