He only had ten seconds before they would catch him...

Tristan ran faster,,his heart pounding as he ran past corridors,hallways and kids.

9 seconds left...

Dammit.Why did they have to look for him at a primary school?

8 seconds...

So many teachers outside.If they saw him...he'd have to kill them...

6 seconds...

Tristan bit his tongue and ran the hell faster.

4 seconds...

Tristan stabbed a girl in his way and continued.

3 seconds...

Finally, he saw the chopper. Hopping in,he wiped the girl's blood off his hands onto his pants. He stared out at the school, a peculiar girl staring back at him.

2 seconds...

1 second.

Half the school blew up before his eyes and Tristan smiled.

Tristan Zhao Cheng was back in business.

And this business was a crime.

The girl's blood lingered on his clothes as the chopper flew past the school.

Tristan sighed. Such a shame that the best mafia gang leader's son still had to go to school. He ignored the girls that flocked towards him as he made his way to his class. He stopped. There, standing in the doorway of his class, was the girl that was staring at him in the chopper the other day. "Tristan Zhao Cheng!" she said loud enough for  the entire nation to hear. "You owe me an apology and a thank-you." she said. Tristan sniggered. "For what, girlie?" he said. She smirked at him. "Wouldn't you like to know." she said taunting him. "Oi! How dare you speak to Mr. Cheng like that!" someone yelled from the fan-girl crowd behind Tristan. Tristan and the girl ignored whoever it was. "By the way, you now owe me two apologies for calling me girlie." the girl said. Tristan just laughed, and he shoved the girl out of the way. He was walking to his desk when the girl said "Technically you owe me two thank you's too. So you owe me two apologies and two thank you's." Tristan sat in his desk. "I don't owe you anything, girlie." he said calmly. The girl placed her hands on his desk, making him look at her. "Actually, you owe me more than you can afford." she said. "I don't think you know how much I afford, girlie." Tristan said lowering his voice. The girl laughed. "Of course I do. You're the soon-to-be greatest mafia gang leader." she said. Tristan looked at her seriously then.  Nobody at school knew his identity. Sure, he was popular, but that was because he was rich. They never actually knew why he was rich. "You killed my friend, Zhao Cheng." the girl said lowering her voice so that only he could hear her. "You and I both know you owe me more than just thank-you's and apologies" Zhao looked at her, completely startled. That girl he killed that day...was her friend? She must have seen him stab her..."You owe me, Zhao." She said.

"You owe me alot."

Where was she?! He was waiting for her in the cafeteria for 20 minutes! And the heir of the mafia gang hated waiting. Which was probably why she was making him wait. "Hey Trissy!" She yelled coming out of nowhere. "Please don't call me that. Trissy is a girl's name and my aunt calls me that." He said as his cheeks reddened. "The mafia leader's son has an aunt?!" The girl mock-gasped. "Just don't call me it." Tristan groaned. "OK,Tris." The girl laughed. Tristan closed his eyes and sighed. "Look,girlie..." He started."Yuna."she said. "Call me Yuna."

"OK fine then-Yuna, I don't see how I owe you anything. Nobody will believe a word you say and you have no proof." Tristan smirked at his genius-ness. Yuna gave him a creepy smile. She whipped out her phone and said "so you want proof eh?" "Y-yeah." Tristan stuttered freaking out. She showed him her phone screen with a smirk. There, as her wallpaper, was a picture of him stabbing her friend. "That enough proof Tris?" She said sweetly. Tris ground his teeth together."Yes Yuna."he hissed. "Feel free to call me master Yuna." Yuna taunted him. "What do you want Yuna?! Do you want money?! How does 5 million sound?40?!" Tristan snapped. Yuna chuckled at him. "I don't want your money,Tris.I'm already as rich as can be. You may have not recognized me yet, but I'm Yuna Shiroi. The principal's daughter. And you know Prince Karniki Shiroi don't you? The one that decided to own a few schools for high schoolers?" Yuna said in a voice as sweet as honey. Tristan ground his teeth together again. "Fine then what do you want?!" He asked her. She put a finger to her chin,pretending to think. "How cool would it be to have the greatest mafia gang leader's son as your servant?" She said innocently.

Tristan whooped. Never had he been so happy to go home. Yuna had made his day hell,ordering him to carry her books around and copy down notes for her. It was embarrassing and his fans kept on gaping at them. Yuna just ignored them like they were ants.

And now... He was able to go home! Yippee! His phone buzzed. A text. From his driver Rem.

Sorry master the car broke down at the main rd.

Yr father said you should walk home instd.

Sorry

Tristan sighed.But even walking could not down his spirits. Atleast soon he would be far away from school and Yuna and in his nice , luxurious mansion. A limo pulled up next to Tristan as he started walking home. One of the tinted-black window rolled down and Yuna's annoying face popped out. "What happened to your ride Tris?" She asked him curiously. "Eh...it broke down." Tristan said reluctantly. He begged her with his eyes not to say anything else but she ignored him. "Get in the car. I'll drive you home." She said. "No really,it's fine. I'd prefer to walk.Its not that far away anyway." Tristan said quickly. "Oh I almost forgot..." Yuna said casually. "I have a photo of you-"

"-Never mind, you can drive me home!" Tristan said quickly and Yuna smiled. "You're a funny guy, Zhao Cheng." Yuna said. "I wish I could say the same." Tristan muttered under his breath as he climbed into the car.

He owned a sleek Italian mansion three streets away from the school. It was designed to be approached in an automobile up a long and elegant driveway. The front of the house has a grand,Italianate style, impressive to visitors. But when the driver continues along the driveway, he comes to a more intricate entrance in the Palladian style, drawn from the architecture of ancient Greece or Rome. The upstairs of the house has only four bedrooms. The downstairs of the house,however is a series of grand rooms designed for entertaining on a lavish and generous scale. The Swan House has a thirty three acres of land which encompasses gardens, terraced lawns,boxwood trees,and cascading fountains. Tristan had to smirk when the girl gasped at its splendour. Even she,the Prince's daughter, had never lived, even dreamed,of living in such a luxurious house. When the car pulled to a stop Tristan hopped out of there like his butt was on fire. He couldn't wait to get away from her. "Tris." Her voice stopped him in his tracks. "What?" He said as evenly as he could. "You will come to her funeral right?" She asked him. He looked at her. "You mean they didn't have it yet?" He asked her. She shook her head slowly. "After you.....murdered her the police wanted to do an investigation first. So her funeral will only be tomorrow. Tristan looked at his shoes. " I don't...usually... visit the people I murdered. " he managed to say. She stared at her feet. "Oh."

"But since she's special I'll go." Tristan smiled. She looked at him. "She's special?"

He smiled. "She's your friend of course she is."

She stared at her feet. " yeah." She smiled. She looked up at him."I guess she is."

"BUT DON'T THINK THIS MEANS I'M LETTING YOU OFF EASY." She added.

Tristan laughed. "I wouldn't dare, princess."

She blushed. "I'm no princess." But he pretended not to hear her and he walked away grinning like the goof he was.

"Zhao."

"ZHAO!"

Zhao jolted out of his daydream and faced his father. "Geez. If you continue like that I doubt you'll ever become leader." His father grouched. "Sorry Otosan." Tristan said respectfully. His father rolled his eyes. "Damn do you have to make me sound so old Tristan. From now on, never call me father again. Besides. Your mother always preferred Chinese to Japanese. Just call me Ba."

Tristan scrunched his nose. "Ba? That makes you sound old." His father laughed. "You see? From now on Tristan, I think you can call me leader." Tristan grinned. "OK leader."

His father nodded. And then got real close to Tristan. "So is there a girl?" He asked his son. Tristan jerked back. "Dad!" His father giggled like a lunatic. "So is there?" He asked in between laughs. "NO!" Tristan yelled. "Are you sure?" His father squinted at him. "YES!" Tristan said shoving his father away. They collapsed in a heap,laughing. His father tousled Tristan's hair lovingly. "One day, my boy." He said. Tristan shook his head. "I don't think so, Oto. I don't see the point in girls."

His father continued stroking his hair. "There is a point. For example,if it weren't for your mother you wouldn't have been born." Tristan gagged. "Ew." His father grinned. "You'll understand one day. I'm just terrible at explaining things." Tristan sacked his father playfully. "Don't say that. You're really good at explaining stuff. I'm just too dumb to understand." His father put Tristan's head on his chest and said quietly "You aren't dumb. You could never be dumb and even if you were dumb I would still treat you as if you werent ."

Tristan looked at his father. And the emotionless assassin let a single tear fall down his face.