"Can't this wait? Why the fuck does this always happen? Way to ruin the moment." Isuke pouted and crossed her arms in obvious displeasure. The redhead was already up and getting into her usual attire for the assignment, a simple black hoodie and navy blue jeggings, leaving Isuke still stark naked under the sheets in the king-sized bed that was way too big for one person.

"I'll just be out for a little while. We'll continue when I come back." Haruki couldn't help but smile as she did a quick test on the integrity of her trusty garrote, for Isuke wasn't one to 'miss' somebody and to receive even the slightest hint that her presence was appreciated drove Haruki beyond ecstasy.

"That's what you always say, you idiot, and you've never kept your wor-" Isuke didn't even get the chance to finish her sentence before soft, warm lips pressed onto hers. Isuke ran her fingers through tangled red hair as if it was an autonomic response and indulged in the kiss that she assumed was going to brief. She was going to get the most out of it; after all, in their line of work, every kiss may be the last. When Haruki pulled away, the pink haired girl pouted yet again, like a dejected child and turned her back towards the redhead.

"Someone's got to put food on the table. My family needs it." Whispered Haruki, who stood by the bed. She waited for a reply but gave up after a while. A sigh escaped Haruki's lips as she walked towards the door of the master bedroom. Her hand was already on the doorknob when she barely heard the pastel haired girl spoke.

"Don't die. Or I'll never, ever forgive you, you moron." These words may have sounded insanely harsh to others, but Haruki knew that it was how her girlfriend showed affection, and she had grown to accept it.

"It's a promise. Bye Isuke-sama." Haruki turned to face Isuke and flashed her signature grin before leaving the room. Isuke heard dreadful slam of the front door and sighed.

"It isn't 'Bye, Isuke-sama', it's 'See you later, Isuke-sama.' What an idiot." Murmured Isuke, eyes fixed on the area where Haruki stood mere minutes ago. She had always hated goodbyes. Goodbyes meant never seeing them again.

Fuck her and her responsibilities. Thought Isuke angrily. She hated how she was and will always be second to Haruki's family in the redhead's heart. She would've killed all of them, but the only thing that prevented her from doing so was her overflowing love for that particular redhead. She had offered to share Haruki's burden, but that idea was promptly shot down. Haruki was too selfless. So damn selfless that it drove Isuke up the wall. She knew how much Haruki detested being an assassin, and she knew how the guilt was the source of Haruki's numerous nightmares, but still, she was more than willing to go against the moral compass that she lived by just for her family. The pink haired girl sighed for the umpteenth time that day for she knew that she wasn't going to get any sleep until she sees Haruki returning in one piece, though she would rather die than admit that to anyone. She herself couldn't believe that she was actually losing sleep because of someone else, much less for a poor pocky-loving idiot. Isuke got tired of staring at the mahogany door and reached for the tv remote. It wasn't that she was keen on watching any television programme at such a godforsaken hour, but the deafening silence was getting to her. She rested her head on a cream coloured pillow and stared blankly at the ceiling of a similar hue.

Be alright, you idiot. Keep your promises for once.

I should really be working on the korrasami fic, but this damn writer's block is in the way. So I've decided to do a little something for the AnR fandom instead of just waiting around for inspiration. Sorry if it's too short, and please do pardon me for all those grammatical errors. I trust you guys to tell me if it sucked alright? I may or may not include other assassins in this fic, you decide! Take some time to leave a review! I guess that's it for now, sleep deprived me is in need of some sleep ASAP. Until next time! Cheerio~