Whee, fanfic for Fire Emblem Fusion's fanfic contest. Prompt was, "Everything you say is a lie." Here is what I wrote based on that. It's short, but it was a five-hundred word max.

Disclaimer: I do not own FE.

Rain. The rain pounded mercilessly on the walls of the little shack, like a band of drummers horribly out of step and out of time with each other. Drops found their way in through little crevices in the wood and stone and mortar, hissing in the fireplace and occasionally striking the face of the man that sat before the fire. A grim man, a man who looked as though he was struggling with right and wrong.

"Will you at least talk to me?" The woman slid next to him, massaging the man's shoulders with her small but strong hands. He didn't have to turn around to see her face, and her gentle green eyes that had been pleading with him all night. No, if he could get her face out of his mind, and replace it with something else, something ugly and twisted, then he might be able to go ahead and do it. But her face was still there, still pretty and cheerful, though lined with worry at this moment. He grunted and shrugged her hands away.

"Quit talking, will you?" He snapped. "I cannot talk to you, and I have no wish to talk to you, so shut up."

"You never act like this," She said, stroking his face now. Her touch felt good, reassuring, in a way, but did not respond to it. The woman ceased her actions, sighing heavily. He watched as she rubbed an area on her shoulder, an area where the man knew that she had been injured; the injury had never fully healed.

"Please, say something nice to me!" The woman shouted. The man stood and turned away, staring at the door with dead eyes. "What's the matter with you!" Her pleading shouts continued to wheedle into his brain, torturing him. He exhaled, almost painfully. "Don't make me lie you, Aisha."

"We're assassins, everything we say is a lie!" Aisha's arms went around the man's waist. "Legault, please tell me something! Anything!"

Legault grit his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as if it was all merely a nightmare that he could wake up from, wake up and be back in the old Fang, a Fang where they never ordered you to do this.

"Your injury…" He managed to choke out, and removed a knife from his belt. Aisha's arms left his waist, and he heard her take a couple of steps backward. As Legault faced her, he said, "I can give you poison. You wouldn't feel a thing, Aisha. It would be like going to sleep. Please, let me—"

"No," She replied, gazing at the floor with a numb look in her eyes. "I want to die by a knife. Like an assassin should." Aisha looked up, and stared at Legault defiantly. "I want to see it coming. Do not stab me in the back."

Legault shuddered, trying to stop the trembling that had settled in his limbs. "Alright," He said quietly, positioning the knife in his hand. "I'm so sorry, Aisha…"

Thanks for reading. R&R, please!