Sora ducked his head sheepishly as Jamaki yelled at him, foreign insults zipping past his ears. “Sorry, sorry. Things just didn’t happen the way I planned it.” He gestured towards Lyka. “Exhibit A.”

“No! I am not gay.” He retorted at Lyka’s snarky comment.

He then attempted to peel Tae Hyun off his midriff but the persistent Korean male stuck onto him like an octopus. “Sora-hyung~! Is this your girlfriend?” The curious Tae veered his head around while peering at Lyka with inquiring cerulean eyes; a smirk snaked its way halfway up a cheek.

Sora just let out a groan. “Why do you think every single girl I actually interact with is my girlfriend?! We are not going through this again, Tae. Or else I’m going to flush all of your apple tarts down the toilet.”

Tae pouted, his cheeks beginning to swell like a squirrel would. “Sora-hyung~! I was just wondering because you never go out on dates or pick up anyone when we go out clubbing and don’t you dare flush my sweets down a toilet!”

Sora just shook his head finally ridding himself of the clingy and now sulking executioner. Jamaki expertly maneuvered the helicopter where she gunned down the remainder of the thugs who happen to stupidly follow their comrades to death. The helicopter swung around heading towards the center of NYC, where then the team of killers would board a private jet then go off to Switzerland where there current head quarters were located. The helicopter hovered above the skyscrapers where the sleet continued to bounce off its metallic sides. Sora then looked over the people in the airliner then let out an extended sigh. “Well, Jamaki and Tae this girl is going to complicate our explanations to the head. But she has to come with me because I messed up big time. I allowed her to be entangled with our affairs. I suppose I should have killed her but I feel guilty enough already. Anyway, this is Lyka treat her well.”

Tae Hyun let a cheeky grin spread across his face then bounced over to the girl where he offered an open palm. “Annyeong, my name is Tae Hyun! I like French pastries, cute girls, and high end fashion. My weapons consist of scissors and high carbon knives but I can kill you with lollipop sticks too!” His bright eyes swung over to the plastic bag containing the sugar candies.

The redhead pulled her legs to her chest after strapping herself into the helicopter. She didn't want any accidents happening to her right as she was rescued. She raised an eyebrow as Sora pointed to her, not exactly following the conversation.

"Yeah, nice to meet cha both. I'm Lyka, I do karate, just got my black belt. I like video games, sour foods, and woodworking."

She took Tae's hand with a smile and shook it,"Well, according to Sora, I'm stuck with you guys, though you are nice people. Just gonna miss my brother back there..."*

She used a free hand to wipe the tears from her eyes. She had to remain strong, for her brother. She could imagine the older man laughing and ridiculing her right at this moment. She twitched at irritation, she could almost hear him. Taking away her hand from the orange man's, she looked at Jamaki, seemingly having no problem in using a large machine gun to shoot people down. She looked at her with admiration she was going to model herself after her strong persona. Yeah, that's what she was going to do from here on out.

Tae Hyun listened to her talk, his beaming expression morphing into one that fit of a kicked puppy. Then her tears became the final blow where he sunk to his knees grabbing both her hands and began to bawl openly in earnest. “Whaa~! I-I’m so s-sorry!” He wailed. “I’m so sorry a-about your brother…its o-our fault he’s gone now! But d-don’t worry I’ll be an a-awesome oppa and take care of y-you the best that I can!” He sniffed lifting his lime green sleeves to rub against his blue eyes.

“Stop sniveling you big baby!” Sora muttered. “You’re making it worse.”

Tae Hyun ignored him and continued his howls of grief and guilt for a couple of minutes. When he had finally spent himself thoroughly in tears, he became soaked in sunshine again. He bounced up and down on his heels aimlessly wandering in his thoughts. Then a sudden stroke of brilliance arched through his brain. “Lyka said that she did karate right?”

Sora raised an eyebrow. “Yes, in a matter of fact she did.”

“Well, since the boss isn’t going to be so happy about this and might end up killing us all……how ‘bout we offer to train Lyka to join our super awesome team of ass kickers?”

Lyka looked at the man oddly, first he was happy go lucky, now he's crying on the floor like a 5 year old. It was a bit creepy to say the least. She looked at the man with kind eyes and laughed a bit at his expression,"Aha, thanks, means a lot to me." She wasn't entirely sure what Oppa meant, but considering what she had just*said minutes ago, she had an idea that it meant,"older brother." It would be nice to have another older male figure to lead the way.

She turned to Sora in mock horror,"Sora! How cold, I see why Tae Hyun here gets more women. *You're a pervert, and an asshole!" She stuck her tongue out childishly to the man. She wasn't really fond of him, considering the situation he got her into, but hey, they were nice company.*

She was surprised as his expression change from sadness to happiness in just a few minutes. It amazed her. Someone so depressed getting happy after just having a breakdown? They deserve some applause, it's not everyday someone comes along like that, happy-go-lucky and an assassin.

Lyka looked at the orange haired man skeptically,"Me? An assassin? I can try, doubt that Sora is actually going to get me anywhere...." She shot a mocking glare at the man, before continuing,"You guys keep talking about this 'boss' man, who is he exactly?" She raised an eyebrow, the man must be really powerful then, to have people like these working for them.

Sora just rolled his eyes, use to such treatment. It didn’t really matter to him. The judgment of his apparently lacking personality in the eyes of a young girl, who seemed to be absolutely childish in every way so far. But hey! Let us totally ignore the fact that she was surrounded by a team of professional unfeeling slaughterers that he was in charge of. Damn his softening heart.

Tae Hyun smiled at her comment. “Awww…don’t say that. Sora-hyung isn’t really an asshole; he just has a stick up his butt. He doesn’t know how to have fun.”

The male in question scoffed. “That’s not true! At least I’m not a bad drunk. Unlike a certain someone.”

The Korean flushed a bright red. “Ehh…saranghae, Hyung~! Don’t-say-anything-about-that!!” He said in one breath.

Tae Hyun nodded enthusiastically at Lyka’s skeptics. “Uhuh! That way we won’t get in trouble by the big man!” Sora pointedly shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea Tae.” The Japanese hitman and Korean knives specialist inwardly winced at her flippant tone regarding the “boss”.

“He’s not “this boss” he’s THE Boss. I’m pretty sure you’ve heard of the absolutely infamous organization Cosa Nostra.” Sora began to explain.

“Also known as the Sicilian Mafia.” Tae Hyun helpfully interjected.

“Rumor has it the boss crawled his way up to the top of the social ladder in the mafia through a series of ruthless crimes and assassinations of people who stood in his way. Like any other human being, just being the head wasn’t enough he wanted entire nations to come begging at his feet for mercy. And so, that’s exactly what he did, he bribed corrupted officials, had massive organizations of lower crime, was the drug lord over several regions, and controlled human trafficking over most of Asia.” Sora nodded.

“Then suddenly, he had a change of heart when he had every material desire fulfilled it was all torn away from him by one of his most trusted friends. He realized that something he could never own was the faith that people put in each other. To be as loyal as a dog.” Tae Hyun continued.

“And so from the bottom of the ladder he broke away, believing that he could create an organization that he could completely trust. It was his experiment and he recruited people whose innocence was torn away by the track of their own lives. People who would owe their entire existence in the world to him.”

“We don’t know what he looks like. He always wears a mask. We don’t know his name. We simply refer to him as The Boss or Re Lupo. We don’t even know if the back story we just told you is true. And yet it doesn’t matter because he made our lives.” Sora sighed.

“We don’t know if he’ll say yes to this. He might even kill you on the spot.” Tae Hyun admitted.

Lyka huffed,"Well you did look up my skirt, something like that shouldn't pass by unseen." She raked her fingers through her wind-raped hair, trying to ease some of the tangles it had. The red head looked at Tae approvingly, giving him a thumbs up,"I approve you of being my new big brother now." She thought for a minute, speaking of older brothers, she wondered if hers was found, maybe given a proper burial. It made her sad that she won't see his funeral, but whatever make Sora take her with him had to be related to him somehow.*

"Hey Sora, why did you decide to take me with you when I was with my dead brother? Why so soft then?" She gave him a suspicious look, before listening quietly about the "boss." She thought over their description of him, despite his morals, he was a hardworking man, he just didn't seem to be around the right people, so it drove him to work this way.

"Ehh, this Boss of yours sounds amazing, I doubt his morals were in the correct place, but his mindset on hard work and loyal servants seems pretty impressive."

Come to think of it, I knew a girl who was like that, she seemed to transfer out of my school after two years due to financial issues, I wonder if someone like her is involved in this? Lyka went through her pockets and pulled out her cellphone, luckily she had a signal now. Scrolling through her messages, she realized she had gotten 5 voice mails from her brother, god knows if she ever wanted to listen to them. It made her eyes brim over with tears at the thought of hearing his last few moments.*

Checking her email, she realized she had gotten a message from her friend that had transferred out.

She read it to herself quickly and quietly.

"Hey hey Lyka!~ Been a while since I last replied! Sorry, this job has been really hectic, and I still have Filipino Martial Arts classes to go to. CONGRATZ on your black belt, teach me some day ne?*

Oh and I met this really cute guy at my job, his name his William, and his little brother, Peter, is the sweetest little thing! x3*

Well, I gotta go, the job isn't going to do itself you know! *

-Chiki"

Lyka laughed, before she turned to Tae again,"Well, either way, it's a lose lose situation, but if I get killed, I get my big bro back. If not, I got my new big bro right here!"

“That was by accident. I was concerned about your wellbeing. It would not have been very attractive to watch you fall to your death. And how could I be a pervert? I am not into little girls.” Sora airily replied. Tae beamed and wrapped his arms around her in a joyful hug. “YAY! I always wanted another cute maknae~! Now we can go shopping and eat sweets and play video games and cheat when Sora is gambling and and….lots of other things!”

Sora inwardly flinched at her inquiry then shrugged. “It seemed like the right thing to do.”

“He is AMAZING!” Tae excitedly waved his hands. “He can do these really cool things. The brain team told me about it, like he can shoot laser beams from his eyes, and read your mind!!” Sora shook his head. “Tae you do know that they’re lying to you. You’re too gullible.”

Tae began to wilt after her pessimistic but realistic comment. “Awww….let’s just hope you can impress him. You have to do the rookie program along with the other recruits then put a performance in front of him. You’ll probably be paired with a locater who’ll guide you through the process until the entrance exam then it’s ok! Or joining the gods and devils.”

The helicopter had finally landed with a screeching halt on a landing platform. The group then left the helicopter and ran towards a private jet that was awaiting them on the runway.

“Ní hǎo, péngyǒu!” A rather cheerful looking girl waved from the foot of the stairs leading into the jet. She wore a modern dark blue qipao with a built in corset and high collar. “Qīng, how was your misson?”

Sora bowed politely. “It went well Xun-san, with added complications.”