Hello there my darlings! I'm MobileWriter. thank you for checking out my fanfic, I try to write as often as i can, because I want to uphold the tradition of updating once a week! (I just need to be strict with myself.) I WILL AT LEAST HAVE 1700- 2000+ WORDS FOR EACH CHAPTER! (It depends on where it is suitable to break it into another chapter. Please respect that.)

A prince sat proudly on his fathers throne. He glanced to the paintings of his grandfather and family hanging lazily on the walls. A messenger wearing the kingdoms colors stormed through thick oak doors. "Your prince Alfred! This is a disaster! Three more nobles have been found dead in their home! The assassin is still on the loose! What are we supposed to do!?" He cried out.
"We shall be heroes and get that guy in our dungeons so he can never leave! Strengthen the security around every corner and street of this kingdom at once!" Alfred demanded while half of the guards along the wall groaned silently with obvious distaste. They were still short on men, but the prince continued to rant with his 'heroic speech.' "Once we get him in our claws, we are going to make that villain wish he did not do anything in the first place!"
"As you wish, your highness!" The messenger shouted back.

Once outside the throne room, he shouted: "commands from our highness! All men, strengthen the security! Let not even a single mouse come or go through the ports! We shall work our butts off until he is behind bolts and bars! Am I understood?!" "AYE SIR!" All men shouted and did a salute.

A man clad in a black cloak passed unnoticed through huge crowds of people. Every once in awhile he would bump into someone and mutter a little "sorry."

Finally he had arrived to the shop he was looking for, the blacksmiths shop.
He walked in and decided not to pull down the hood which was casting a shadow over his face. None should know the face of an assassin. He leaned forward on the shrink with his elbows and smiled a predator like smile. "Hello mister, have you gotten anything new in a while?" He asked. The man behind the counter looked down at him and gave him a suspicious glance. "What's your name, lad?" "It's Tim Battleriver, sir." Tim Battleriver was not his real name, his real name was Arthur, but nobody needed to know.
"Good, we have just gotten new amours from France. Do you want to try them?" Amours were pretty expensive things, so that was a no no for Arthur, who just had enough money to get around.
"No thank you, armours are so heavy I'm afraid I'm not strong enough to move around when wearing one." It was true, his body was not muscular but yet strong enough for his job. He walked out of the shop and met raindrops falling down on him. He cursed the never-ending rain and walked home as he saw nobody was following him.

When he come through the door he discovered the usual message falcon sitting in the windowsill. It jumped up and down, showing the other the scroll in the pocket fastened to its tummy. Arthur took the scroll out and read it 'I have a new job for you, assassin. A man, the first commander of the guards of America, knows the identity of one of your coworkers. The last thing heard is that he is staying at a inn called 'the fredheimer.' You may don't know who that commander is, but if you ask for 'Mr. Kura' people will believe that you are an ally and let you pass. Remember to not be snuffed out, that would be totally unawesome for a virgin like you. Kesesese~' Arthur clenched the letter in his hands. Leave it to his boss to make fun of his virginity. He quickly wrote a letter back. 'Yes, I'm on it. Remember to take care of your own virginity as well, if you have one, that is.' He stuffed the letter in the bird's tummy pocket and watched it fly away.

He waited until nightfall to make his next move. His black cloak covering him, making him invisible. He moved quickly along the forest ground. It was painlessly easy, as not too many trees had slippery roots he could slip on. The inn, 'The fredheimer,' wasn't that small as Arthur had imagined it was pretty big. It had its good and bad uses. If the house was big and crowded he could more easily blend in, but it would be more trouble finding and taking care of the commander.

He walked inside and took off his water soaked cloak, his dirty blond hair showing off, but people just stared at his thick eyebrows. "Hm hm!" He coughed into the sleeve of his coat. Everybody realised that they were caught in the act and turned around to mind their own business Arthur walked to the lady in charge and threw two gold coins on the disk. "One room for two nights, please." The lady nodded and showed him the way to his room. When they had gotten to the room he stopped her and asked "pray tell, do you know where 'Mr. Kuma's' room is?" She hesitated but nodded again.
"This way, mister." She walked further into the hallway, stopping with door 14, he noted. "Here we are." Arthur thanked her as he gave her a tip. When she had left he carefully knocked on the door. No answer. The assassin gently and soundlessly opened the door, sneaking inside. He felt the old assassin inside of him take over. With a smirk over his lips, giggles escaped him like a madman. He searched the room for places to hide. The room didn't contain much furniture who could contain his form even when curled up. He heard heavy footsteps of solid military boots coming closer. That only meant that the commander was finished with flirting and drinking in a corner downstairs. Arthur panicked slightly, his heartbeat running faster than usual. It was the fear of being killed, or worse, taken under the mercy of the servants of the country that disturbed even the most skilled killer. He glanced at a closet and ran to it, opening the doors and pushing past some clothes that hung there. He quickly shut the doors, trying not to make too much noise.

The man come half stumbling, half walking into the room. He laughed in bliss while sitting down on the bed, trying to pull his shirt off. When he finally succeed he crawled to the closet. 'Oh no! He is coming this way!' Adrenaline pumped furiously in his veins. The commander threw the two doors open and saw a pair of slim legs not covered good enough.
"Hello hello~ who do we have here?" He sang like a father trying to scare his child. He gripped Arthur's left foot and dragged him forwards the man. The assassin kicked and growled, but it only amused the commander. He had pulled him completely out of the closet, and was now holding a iron grip on his arm. "What a nice lady you are, hmmm? I like women with short hair like yourself..." He whispered with a husky tone into Arthur's ear. Arthur really wanted to cover up his nose, the target reeked of alcohol and it didn't make it better that he was pressed up against him. 'If he really is drunk enough to think I'm a woman, so be it.' "Why don't we proceed our meeting in the bed," the straightforward commander asked while cupping one of his cheeks. 'Think Arthur, or else your ass is not the only thing he will get his hands on!' He shouted to himself inside his head. Arthur wriggled a bit in his hold when he tried to pull them over to the bed.

"Wait, sir! I-its my first time and I'm really nervous!" He pleaded in a voice a bit more feminine than usual. 'Just keep up the good acting, Arthur, because soon enough he will experience what kind of act i'm bold enough to do!'
"I'll be gentle, my butterfly." He said with fake concern in his voice.

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