Heero watched as another man walked out of the kiri kiri Restaurant shop. He read over the descriptions of a bandit that had been robbing the shop over and over. Heero scratched his head. He was still in his hiding place at a restaurant across the way and he was pretending to be one of the costumers, er well ok he had a plate of food earlier while he waited. He sipped his drink as he observed person after person leave the kiri kiri Restaurant and so far none matched the description. Heero let out a sigh as he continued to watch for another two hours and to tell the truth he was bored out of his mind. He went over the mission details yet again in his head and for some reason had a sinking feeling about what lay ahead. He checked the clock on the wall it was almost midnight and he could tell the owners where closing up shop, yet still, nothing was happening and he wondered if anything was going to happen at all. It was about ten after midnight and Heero was about to call it in for the night when he watched a tall man in all black running with a small sack under his arms. Heero got up and ran after him. After what seemed like forever the man finally ran into a old abandoned house near the edge of town. Heero's lungs where on fire as it had been quite the run for him. "damn that guy can run." He thought as he approached where the guy had went in. After he caught his breath he sneaked around and peaked in the window. What he seen sitting there counting his money was non other then the murderer of his family. "Imposable! I watched him die!" Heero remembered in shock that he managed to survive. His heart beat so loud he could hear it up in his ears.

For a good fifteen minutes Heero debated just leaving and saying that he lost im. Back in forth his mind went trying to decide what to do. He took a deep breath and gathered his courage. "Well at least I can get my revenge now!" He gulped to himself as he approached the door. He kicked the door in and with a start the man that had been sitting down flung his kunai at Heero's face grazing him on the left cheek. "Yami no Katana: Yasei Surasshu!" He yelled. The blade blazed to life in his hands as he charged the bandit, However the bandit had a surprise of his own as Heero was just about to strike him with his sword the bandit dropped what looked to Heero like Exploding Pouches! Heero jumped back but, was caught in the small explosions. He rolled to the left as the same kunai came at him once again, This time though he heard the man laughing. "Well well well gaki! look what he have here, you came back to serve me eh?" Fear built up in Heero and all he wanted to do now was leave, but if he did he would not be able to face his parents or anyone else for that mater. He remembered his new friend Misoka and the others that he had met, If he failed now there was no way they would accept that! He pushed the fear back down and charged again but this time he went as fast as he could. The two where deadlocked in a fight that nether could back down from. Heero remembered his blood and in that instant used one of his family's jutsu :Yami no Katana: Brute Force! The blow that was dealt was accompanied by a sickening crunch as the bandits chest was cut into from the collar bone. Blood squirted everywhere and his bones shattered. He feel over and his death rattles could be heard. After what seemed like eternity the light in his eyes left and he died.

Heero was shaking from his ordeal, it was the first time he had taken another humans life and he was sure it was not going to be the last. He collapsed in a chair and looked at the dead guy on the ground, the guy who had made his life a living hell and stole his chance at a normal childhood lay dead at his feet. It was a strange feeling, that the man who was once a notorious bandit with a huge gang was reduced to shoplifting. Heero calmed down and for some reason felt as though the chains that held him so weak and timid where falling away. He felt like he was a new person and that he finally could move forward. Heero picked up the many bags of money the former bandit had taken and returned all of it to the restaurant. He then went to the mission office and filed his report and turned it in. The other Shinobi stared at him wondering if he was ok. He had now had a scar across his left cheek and it was still bleeding somewhat. He had a few small burns on his arms as well but for the most part it was minor. "Hey kid you alright?" On of the nin asked. Heero smiled and tilted his head somewhat. "I'm better then I have been in a long time." He replied. Heero took smiled again and walked out. In total it had been about four hours to complete the mission. To him it was like being born again knowing that he had finished the one who had slit his own fathers throat and the one who gave him the scar on his arm and now his face. The one on his arm he for a while felt it was shame that he bore it, but now he took a new outlook on it. The scares of his past he would wear with pride and never more would he be pushed around, never more would he fall into the bonds of slavery, he would die on his feet rather then live on his knees.

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