A/N: Welcome, to B.H.B.B, Manga S.'s 5th story as of yet…. For those of you who have read my previous stories, the schedule will continue as usual, and postings will be on Saturdays and Wednesdays IF and ONLY IF my teachers decide that they don't want to maim or kill us by crushing us under piles of home work. Thanks so much for reading!

-Manga S.

Two men stood in the shadow of a red brick building, somewhere around nine o'clock at night. One of the men stood leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette, looking unconcerned as he breathed out the tobacco smoke. The other man was dressed in all black, a sliver mask covering his face, silver hair flowing almost to his waist. He was pressed, back against the wall, in the darkest shade he could find.

The mask was a classic samurai model, one with curved fangs and slits for eyes. The tight black turtleneck covered every inch of skin, hands covered in gloves. One of his gloved hands twitched over the hilt of a long wicked looking dagger. He shifted slightly, causing the slightest of sounds.

The first person turned to investigate, but was unable to do so as a black hand flashed out of the darkness and wound around his neck. He tried to cry out but a second gloved hand covered his mouth. The cigarette was flicked to the ground in a shower of orange sparks and was quickly ground out by a booted foot as the two people grappled together for an instant.

There was a sickening crunch as the masked man brought a knee up sharply in to his opponents back, breaking the spine. A sharp twist of the head shattered the neck, killing the man instantly. He slumped to the ground, and was kicked over by the man in black.

A cry was heard by the tall killer, and he turned his face to the new comer, a young man, perhaps in late high school. He froze as the masked murderer took slow, almost bored steps toward him with the lithe grace of a born hunter. One of the black gloves was tugged off, one finger at a time as the distance between the pair closed. The glove slithered off to reveal long, dagger like claws and pale skin.

A sharp rending sound split the night as the claws tore through the chest of the young man, spraying blood high into the air, causing it to drip down the bricks and form black pools at the feet of the attacker. The dying person gave a pitiful cry before shuddering out his last breath. The masked man gave a grunt of annoyance as he wiped a spot of blood off the silver disguise with his bare hand.

The pounding of many feet approached and the assassin slid back into the gloom. There was no reason to kill any more tonight.

Emotionless gold eyes watched through the slits in the silver mask as a woman screamed over the corpses; as more people arrived and panicked as well; as the police were called and hysterical people herded away.

As the police cars began to pull up the unseen executioner leaped backward into the sky, vanishing into the night. His mission had been successful.