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This is a story I am writing. Of course, stopped it at the good part. MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I'm good at that. lol. please comment.

Government Job

Sirizara stepped out of the house and looked around. He was fourteen and he was the top of the dojo down the street. He loved fighting. Loved it.
He wore orange D.J. headphones on his head behind his ears and a small necklace with small claws on the ends. Short black hair stuck from behind his headphones and strands hung in front of his face. He had a black zip up vest like shirt on with orange tips that matched the headphones. Baggy black pants hung from his hips and went to the ground with small black shoes that stood out from under the pants.
He walked toward the big field in front of his house and stood in the knee length untamed grass. He closed his eyes and smiled.
He stood there a moment and then threw open his eyes and started doing kicks and punches at the air as if he was surrounded by thugs.
Finally, he wore himself out and stood in the middle of the grass, panting. He saw a girl walk toward him and straightened up.
"Hey Sirizara." She greeted him as she stood in front of him. He nodded his greeting and wiped sweat from his forehead with that back of his hand. "Still practising?" She asked. He nodded again and fixed his headphones. "Why do you have those on your head?" He thought a moment and then shrugged.
"No clue. Just do." He answered, smiling. She laughed and reached up to take them off. She slipped them off and then frowned. She examined him without them and then put them back on.
"Look better with them." She said. He laughed and then slowly took off the wrappings around his wrists and hands.
"So how are you doin'?" He asked. She shrugged.
"All right."
Vanessa was Sirizara's friend's sister. She was usually shy except with people she knew.
"Well, I better go. I'll be late." He said after a moment of uncomfortable silence. "See ya."
"Bye." She answered as he stepped around her and walked toward the dojo. She turned around to watch him go but he was gone. She sighed and then walked back home to talk to her brother.

Sirizara stepped into the dojo and bowed slightly as everyone had to do. He walked toward Remirez who was his sparring partner. They were not necessarily 'friends'. Actually, they hated each other. They were always competing for the top spot.
"You gonna take off those rediculas headphones today?" Remirez asked.
Sirizara threw his bag aside and looked at Remirez. "You gonna take that hideous mask off today? Oh wait. That's your face." He countered. Remirez narrowed his eyes on Sirizara but Zara just looked at the approaching Sensai.
"Sirizara. Remirez." He greeted them both. They both bowed at the same time and then straightened up.
"Sensai." They both said at the same time.
"I'm looking forward to see the victor of the tournament. You both are almost equally matched." The Sensai continued.
"Wait wait wait. Did you say... almost?" Remirez asked pridefully.
"Indeed."
"So who's better?" Remirez pressed.
"Sirizara." Zara smiled in triumph at Remirez and then started to wrap his hands back up.
"What?!" Remirez asked, unbelieving.
"What?" Remirez was fuming which made Zara try all the more not to laugh out loud.
"I'll be right back. I'm gonna check the date for the tournament." Zara told them as he walked toward the billboard.
He examined the sheet and turned to leave when something caught his eye. He turned back to see a sign up sheet.
It read:
Good fighters wanted for Government Job. Please call 0973352122 or write you name down.
Zara laughed. "Government jobs? Who's going to fall for that?" He scoffed. Suddenly, Remirez passed and smiled.
"Government jobs? Sweet." He quickly signed up and left, leaving Zara staring in disbelief.
"Him obviously." He muttered as he walked back to the mat.

The next day Sirizara woke up and got ready for school.
He put his headphones on and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He sighed and grabbed his bag.
He walked to school and stepped into the hallway. All girl heads turned to watch him as he walked to his locker. When he reached his locker he turned around to see five girls walking toward him. They all had mini skirts on and shirts that were obviously too small.
He rolled his eyes and turned back to his locker. He threw his bag in and grabbed the books he needed for the first class.
When he turned around to go to class they were standing there.
"Hey Zara." They greeted. He nodded his head in greeting and walked by them. He heard them hurry to keep up with his pace and he looked for his class.
He stepped in quickly and walked up to his seat. He sat down and looked at the girls sitting down in their seats in the row in front of him and sighed.
Finally, the teacher came in and smiled.
"Goodmorning." She greeted happily.
"Mornin'." The class answered.
"We have a guest speaker today. His name is Neon." She said. A man walked in just on que. He had long black hair and a scar along his cheek.
"Hello class. I'm Neon. I just wanted to inform you that the Government Jobs are still out looking for new recruits. Does anyone here want to join?" A few hands slowly raised while a bunch other were flung up immediately.
Sirizara raised his hand and as everyone lowered his he still had his up.
"Yes, son?" Neon asked.
"What exactly are these 'government jobs'?" Zara asked.
"What is your name, son?"
"It's not 'son'." He pointed out, not going to give his name.
"His name is Sirizara. He's an excellent fighter. Top of the dojo. But has a bit of an attitude." The teacher told him. Zara smiled in spite of himself and then raised his eyebrows slightly, waiting for the man to answer.
"Well, Sirizara, the government jobs are indeed, fighting."
"Like FBI agents?" Asked one kid.
"Well, sort of." Neon said. "Do you like fighting Sirisara?"
"No. I just fight at a dojo because I have nothing else to do." Zara answered sarcastically.
"That doesn't make any sense." Neon whispered, shaking his head.
Zara rolled his eyes and sighed.
"I was being sarcastic." Zara told him, trying to point out the fact in his tone that the man was completely an idiot.
"Yes. I know." Neon told him, being brought out of his own world. "I was just thinking. Anyway, we help train fighters. Even pass the skills of any mere sensai. We teach how to use guns, clubs, and... swords." Everyone sat up straight at this. Everyone but Zara.
"So? Can't you learn them here?" Zara continued.
"Maybe. But not to the expertese as the experts we have at the Government Job." The man answered.
"Who needs guns, clubs, or swords?" Zara asked. Everyone was twisting around to look at him but he didn't care. "Why do we need them there and why do we need them here? What kind of jobs are they that we need to know how to use killing objects?"
"You'll be fighting criminals." Neon said. "Killing objects may be needed when fighting such beasts." Zara narrowed his eyes on him and glared in Neon's eyes.
"They are not beasts. The law forces some people to do things that they don't want to do. They break it because they do it for the ones that mean so much to them... It's either break the law or let them die. Do not call them beasts or you will become one yourself." Zara adviced angrily.
"They are beasts Sirizara. Whether they don't want to break the law or not, they do it. Some people kill human beings for pleasure, I do not call that unbeastly. Do you?"
"I do." Zara said.
"Then you might become a beast one day too." The teacher coughed loudly to get Neon's attention and when Neon looked over at her she beckoned to him.
He walked over to her and let her whisper in his ear. He nodded slowly and then suddenly turned dead serious.
"I'm sorry Zara, I did not mean to anger you or to offend you or anyone close to you in any way." Neon appologized.
Zara gazed at the man, not hearing the apology. His eyes were unfocused as he looked passed the man. Soon, he was in his own little world. His eyes were open, unblinking, looking at Neon, or so it looked. Everyone was staring at him but he didn't know. He couldn't see them anymore. He was in his own little world.
"Sirizara!" The teacher called. He jumped at the interruption and shook his head to get his vision back.
"Huh?" He said instinctively. "Oh... yeah." He added, remembering. He rubbed his eyes and then looked at Neon again. "No worries." He answered, obviously not meaning it.
"I really am-"
"I said... 'no worries'." He repeated, hinting that he didn't want to continue talking to him.
"Very well. Anyway, I'm going to pass the sheets around and everyone that wants to leave they're homes for ten years will sign." Everyone sank at that remark but nonetheless Zara saw people checking the paper.
When a paper came to he stared at it a moment. It wouldn't matter for him if he left for ten years. He lived alone. But he slowly folded the paper and passed it up to Neon.
When Neon went over the papers he sank when he saw Zara's not signed.
"Thank you students. The limmos will leave tomorrow night. Be here at nine." And with that he left.

Sirizara walked out of the school that afternoon after all the classes were done and stuck his hands into his pockets. He looked around and then slowly headed toward his empty house.
He walked up the stairs into his bedroom and plopped down on his bed. He put down the weapons magazine next to him and began to flip through the pages. Before he knew it, he was asleep.
He dreamed of the day he became alone. His mother was not in the dream. Just him and his father. He was standing beside his father, on the streets. His father and mother were divorced and his mom took everything. The money, the food, and the clothing. All they had was the clothes on their back. They didn't have any shelter, money, food, nothing.
She had kicked them both out. His father had begged her to let Zara stay there because he was only eight and he couldn't live on the streets but she refused.
They sat in the alley next, an old coat giving them what shelter it could but it wasn't much. It was pouring rain and Zara and his father had gone four days without anything to eat.
Zara looked around and saw a bakery across the street. A piece of bread was in the window, twenty dollars. It looked so good. But they had no money. They couldn't get it. His stomach ached with hunger but he pushed it aside and pushed closer to his father.
Suddenly, his father stood up and looked down at his son. He turned around and ran across the street. He slipped into the bakery.
He asked the baker for some food but the baker shook his head angrily. Suddenly, Zara's father grabbed the bread in the window and ran for his son.
He scooped up petrified Zara and ran down the streets.
Suddenly, the baker appeared in front of him, a gun pointed at little Zara cuddled in his father's arms. He pulled the starter and was about to kill Zara when the father ran at the man and grabbed the gun from the baker's hands. The baker reached for Zara but Zara's father shot at the baker. Zara's lip trembled as he heard the sirens come.
Zara's father scooped up his son again and ran for the safety of the shadows but suddenly, cops were surrounding them.
Zara's father was arrested and he was to stay there for the rest of his life for attempted murder and theivery. Zara was sent back to his mother's house.
His mother died three years later.
Zara jerked up. He looked around, feeling the sweat pouring down his face. He panted and slowly reached for the light. He looked out the window and smiled. It was night. He had slept all afternoon. He shook his head and hung his feet over the bed and sighed.
Suddenly, two hands grabbed his ankles and pulled him to the ground. He banged his head off the radiator and felt blood spring from his forehead and down his eye. He closed one eye to keep blood out and looked around. No one was there.
He wiped away a streak of blood running down his cheek and walked to his closet.
He threw open the doors and pulled out his metal baseball bat.
"Who's there?!" He asked furiously.
Slowly, a man rolled from under the bed and stood up. The man was masked so Zara didn't know who it was.
"Who are you and what do you want?" He asked, trying to calm down.
"You." The man answered as he stepped toward him.
Zara suddenly raised his bat and wacked the man across the shoulder with it. He watched the man stumble to the side and then went in to attack again. He swung but this time the man caught the bat and held it there. Zara pulled at it but it wouldn't budge.
The man easily wrenched it from Zara's grasp and pushed the hilt into Zara's forehead.
Zara stumbled back and tried to clear his vision.
He looked around for another weapon but didn't have time when the bat flew at him again.
Zara quickly ducked and then jumped over it. He landed squarely on the circular metal bat and slid his feet around it. He twisted to one side and flung it across the room.
"You can't have me." He said as he threw a punch that landed perfectly on the man's jaw.
The man fell back and shook his head to try to clear his vision and grabbed at Zara as he ran by but missed.
Zara ran down the stairs and fiddled with the door nob. He heard the man stumble to his feet and begin walking down the stairs so he quickly tried to open it but it was locked!
He looked around for the key but it was nowhere to be seen.
"Looking for this?" The man asked. Zara spun around to see him right in front of him. He stepped back but ran into the door. The man held up the key in his hand and laughed.
Zara suddenly kicked straight up and knocked the keys from the man's hand then brought his foot down against the man's chest, sending him back.
He spun around to the door and stepped back. He kicked it strongly and it flew open. He ran out and ran around the house. He jumped onto the roof and crawled to hide behind the chimney.
He saw the man walk out and search the areas nearby in the back yard. Zara silently slid down the other side and into the front yard. He ran into the field and slid to the ground in mid-run, hiding himself in the high grass. He watched as the man came around to the front and looked around and eventually give up.
When he was sure the man was gone he stood up and walked back to the house. He closed what was left of the door and headed up to his room. He looked in the mirror at the massive gash over his left eye. He dabbed it with a cloth until it stopped bleeding and then sat down on the bed.
"What did he want?" He asked himself silently. He pulled one leg up and put his arm around it loosely.
He stood up and walked down the stairs into the living room. He didn't have any technology because he was only fourteen and didn't have the money to pay for them. Nobody knew he lived alone. If they knew, he would be in an orphanage. He just lied to everyone and signed the parent slips himself.
He sat down on the worn out couch and rested his head on the arm rest. Before he knew it, he was asleep again.

The next day he woke up to a light hand on his shoulder. He jerked his eyes open and looked up at the person leaning over him. He calmed down when he saw who it was and slowly sat up but she just slowly pushed him back down.
"I'm sorry but I saw the door and was worried. Are you all right? What happened last night?" Vanessa asked. Zara scratched the back of his head and smiled.
"Parents." He lied.
"What happened to your eye?" She pressed. He suddenly remembered the cut.
"I cut it on accident with... um... a knife, I guess." He lied again. She looked at him suspisciously and then smiled.
"You know that you don't need to lie to me right?" She asked, sensing that he wasn't telling the truth. He nodded slowly. "You wouldn't lie to me... would you?" She asked, hurt by the even thought of it. He didn't answer. She looked into his eyes for an answer but got none. "Please... Tell me what really happened." She pleaded.
He looked at the broken door and sighed.
"Some one broke into the house last night." He said. She gasped.
"Is that how you got the cut?" She asked. He nodded. "Are you all right? Besides the cut?"
"Well... I have a head ache from when he hit me with a bat's hilt but that's pretty much it." He said, massaging his temples.
"Oh my!" She gasped again. He laughed and stood up. "Let me get an aspirin! Where are your parents?" She called as she hurried into the 'kitchen'.
"There aren't any!" He called after her. "And they're probably at work!" He lied.
"No aspirin?" She asked, confused.
"No. We don't usually need them."
"Well, I'm going to talk to your parents when they get back to protect you better." She said, putting her hands on her hips. "I better be going. Are you sure you're okay?" He laughed and nodded.
"Really. It's okay. See ya later." She nodded and walked out of the house.
When she was gone he plopped back to his former position and put his hand on his forehead.
"I thought she'd never leave." Said a voice from the shadows.
Zara froze. He didn't move. Not even put his hand down. Frozen with panic and somewhat fear.
He tried to speak but horror choked him until he could hardly breath.
"Don't worry Zara. It's me." He turned around to see Neon standing there.
"What are you doing in my house?" He asked angrily. Neon raised his hands defendently.
"Just dropped by to see if you're okay. I live across the road for the week and heard the comotion. I've actually been here all night, guarding you as you slept." The man answered. "How's that cut? Gonna turn into a pretty weird scar." He commented. Zara groaned and slowly stood up again.
"Yeah. Some help you were. You sure took your sweet time getting here." Zara muttered.
"Hey. I didn't have to come. And luckily, me being here scared off the thug." Zara looked up at him.
"He came back?" He asked, suddenly growing solemn. Neon nodded.
"Yes. He did. But when he saw me he ran away. Do you know him?" Zara thought a moment and then walked out of the room and walked up to his bedroom. "Are you going to answer me?!" Neon called after Zara but all he got was a door shutting. "Some gratitude." He muttered.
Zara threw open his closet and tore apart the shelves, looking for the one object that the man might have been after. He dumped out the buckets of junk but it wasn't there.
"No." He whispered as he went to the other closet and threw it open. He scanned the buckets again as he dumped them out. He threw the clothes onto his bed but there was still no sign of it. "No." He whimpered. He searched under his bed but it wasn't there either.
He ran his fingers through his hair and then went through his bed stand. Nothing.
"No." He said louder.
"What's wrong?" Asked a voice from the door way. He spun around to see Neon again. "Why is this room an absolute mess? I didn't know a kid could make such a mess in such a short amount of time."
"Get lost. I'm busy." Zara answered rudely.
"Yeah. I can see that. What are you looking for?"
"You wouldn't know..." He tore off the covers of his bed and threw the pillows behind him as he scanned the empty bed. "It... It was my father's." He said to no one in paticular. He finally gave up with a sigh as he plopped down on the bed.
"What was it?" Neon pressed.
"It... It was.... His diamond ring. But it wasn't just a ring... It was a key. A key... A key to a stong box somewhere in D.C. where he was stationed for a while as an agent." Neon's interest suddenly rose ten levels.
"And what was in this... strong box?" He asked, sitting down next to Zara.
"I don't know. There were all sorts of rumors. But whatever it was..." Zara looked at Neon and then stood up. "Get out." He ordered. Neon looked up at him, confused. "Get out!" He shouted. "Get out! I don't have to tell you anything! Get out!" He began to push Neon out and down the stairs. Neon walked to the door and looked back at Zara who was looking down at him from the stairs. "Go." He ordered.
Neon slowly nodded and walked out and back to his house.
Zara looked at his watch and frowned. Ten minutes until school started. He quickly brushed his hair and ran out the door to the school.

Zara was five minutes late when he ran down the empty hallway to his first class. He stopped right in front of it and caught his breath.
"A little late now, aren't we Zara?" Asked a voice from the door beside him. He turned his head to see the principal standing there, looking at him. He gulped and nodded slowly.
"Yes sir." He answered. The principal scanned him over and frowned.
"What happened to your eye?" Zara smiled weakly and motioned toward the door.
"I'm going to be later sir." He pointed out.
"Come to my office after school. We need to talk." And with that the principal disappeared into the door, leaving Zara in the hallway alone.
Zara sighed and then slowly opened the door. He flicked a clump of hair over his left eye to hide the long straight scab and hurried up to his seat.
"Mr. Sirizara. You are late." The teacher said once he was seated. Zara nodded unintentively and set his book on the desk in front of him. Everyone snickered at his response and then turned to the teacher. Zara didn't notice when the teacher came up to stand beside him. He was too busy looking for the page when she slammed the rod in her hand on the desk and the pages flipped to the right one. He jumped in fright and then slowly looked up at her.
She raised her eyebrows and waited for an explanation but when none came she smiled.
"Maybe the principal would be interested in your tardiness?" She asked angrily.
"I already talked to him in the hallway." Zara answered innocently. "He doesn't mind. It's only five minutes." He pointed out. She growled and then walked back down the stairs and to the pulpit.

After school Zara walked to the principal's office and opened the door quietly. He heard the principal talking on the phone so he left the door open slightly. Suddenly, as he stood there, waiting for the principal to get off the phone, he heard his name being said.
"Yes. Zara is a bit of a problem but I'm sure that since he has no family that he may be pursuaded to join Government Job." There was a moment of silence and then a laughter. "No. He will not be a problem if he resists. He may be a good fighter but he's nothing against a gun." Another moment of silence. "Yes. He did put up quite a fuss last night when the squad leader tried to take him but I assure you, he is no match for Neon."
Zara stepped back at the name. He stepped forward again and listened for something more.
"I'll ask him about it when he comes to my office in five minutes. Yes." A second of silence and then another laughter. "I believe he will be quite worth while for Government Job. He will be an excellent assassin." Zara's eyes went wide at the word and he turned to leave when he heard the click of the receiver and a man getting up. "You can come in now Sirizara."
Zara didn't move. He just stood there. He didn't know what to do. Should he go in? Should he run? He didn't know. But before he could stop himself he was turning around and opened the door wider.