Assassin Wings

I focused my gaze into the tip of my arrow, then to my target. One man, or elf. He was just taking a stroll through the woods. Yeah. I kept as still as I could, breathing slowly in and out. Listen to his breathing. Watch his movements. Closely. Now!

I realeased my arrow at the excact moment that a shreik rang through the air. It sounded close. Damn. A flock of birds flew off somewhere and the elf froze. I missed him. I never miss unless the target is off beat. And because of the yell he was. I ducked between the leaves of the tree and watched him.

He clasped his hands together and muttered a quick summoning spell. It brought about three gray "helpers", as we call it. The demons would do anything the creator wants without the creator actually saying to do so. The thought only has to cross his mind and the Helpers act.

But now I heard another sound. It had nothing to do with my target, but it was close. voices, by the way my target was stiff and listening, I could tell he heard them too.

Then, without trying to conceal themselves in any way, a group of humans stepped through the bushes into the opening with my target. They went quiet when they saw him. The next second he sent his helpers after them.
This was my chance. It would take too long to shoot him, so I would do this a different way. The next few moments took all of five seconds. I leaped down from my hiding place and aimed for a helper running towards the smallest boy and a girl. I didn't give them much attention as I expertly swung my bow sideways, knocking them away and turning then into smoke. The next was easy. A quick stab. The last I hit a few times before it went down.

Without skipping a beat, I grabbed an arrow and notched it onto my bow. I then aimed at my target, who threw up a defense spell. A thin violet wall of magic went up around him and I rushed to it, swinging my bow against it hard. My shoulder cracked loud as it rebounded off of the magic as if it were made of rubber. I grimaced and glared at the elf that gave me a smug smile.

"Perhaps we came to the wrong place at the wrong time." A friendly-sounding voice sounded.

I continued to ignore the strangers behind me and backed away from my target, keeping my glare on him. i dissapeared back into the shadows of the thick trees and made my way back up to the branches.

There was a long silence before the elf was the first to speak. "you're not with her, are you?" He asked, his voice hushed.

"No." The blond answered. "Just travelers that happened to step in. We should be on our way now."

The elf seemed relieved and released the barrier. I took an arrow and aimed.

"Could you tell us where we are?" A shorter brown-haired boy asked. I released.

"Of course. You're- ugh!" He thumped to the ground, an arrow sticking straight up from his chest.

The brown-haired choked a gasp and seemed to stumble and fail to regain his posture.

This was my job. As an assassin I was to kill anyone that would pay me. Of course, I would need proof of his death. Well, most of the time anyway.

I kneeled next to the elf and tore a peice of clothing. Then I took a clean cloth and slit his arm. Blood dripped out and I put the cloth over it. With my proof I headed back to my small village.

I barely noticed the four standing there and pretended not to notice them again. I walked past them without even a glance, though I did feel them looking at me.

"Here's your proof your friend's dead." I said, tossing the cloth and the strip of clothing at the skinny man. "Where's my pay?"

"Hm." The man said, stopping his chess game and examined the proof. He looked closely at the cloth and sniffed the blood. He nodded in approval and handed me my pay.

I only nodded and walked out. This tiny little village was in a money crises. People were getting desperate. They would steal, kill, do anything for money. I've done my job since before the crises started. I was trained by a master. My master is dead now, but I've learned most of his tricks. With this job, i'm able to own a small house all to myself. I have enough food to last. Though i'm not sure since the prices keep going up.

"Hey." I felt a hand touch my shoulder and I tensed. I spun, acting completely on instinct, and nearly smacked the guy across the face with my bow. Luckily for him I was able to keep myself from doing so. "You're the girl from before, right? The one that..." He paused and spoke more hushed."Killed that man." I barely recognized the guy from before. He was one of the four that made me miss.

"I didn't save you." I told him. A confused look crossed his face as his friends came up beside him. "And he wasn't man. He was elf."

"Sorry," a brownhaired boy said, giving a short bow. "But have you seen a feather?"

What? These guys were looking for a feather? And they were wondering if I had it. Me, of all people around. "No." I said, turning back towards my home. "You should try looking into a shop or something."

A strangely highpitched cheery voice made my stop and turn around. "But mokona senses the feather the strongest when you're around." A voice said. Then a little white thing popped from the girl's collar.

"Excuse me for asking, but would you mind if you could give us a place to sleep?" The blond one asked, a wide smile spreading across his face. "You see, we don't have money so an inn isn't optional and by the look of those creatures in the forest, camping wouldn't be a good idea either."

I stared at him. "I don't do anything for free."

"We'll pay afterwards, when we actually get the money." Good luck finding a job.

I grinned. The creatures in the forest should be the last thing they fear. I walked up to them and looked all of them in the eye. "All right, but here's your warning. I'm a trained assasin. If you're not able to pay, then I'll kill you. No questions." I watched they're expressions. The tall black haired had an unreadable face, the brown haired boy looked determined not to let that happen, the brown haired girl looked scared, and the blond was...smiling? What the hell was he smiling for?

It didn't matter. I turned and walked off, expecting them to follow. After a couple of moments I heard the quiet shuffling their feet.

So whatcha think? I hope it's review worthy. . Anyway I no own Tsubasa...I own Echo though and I'm HAPPY that I do! :3

By the way...this would be my first...*gulp* non-Kurofai fanfic...*gasp*:o

I call it...Aikuro...you'll probably find out why later...:P