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Such feelings were foreign to the hooded assassin. Every instinct gained over his brutal, yet short life went against the action formed within his head. It wasn't his fault. He warned the girl, many times actually, that this would happen. He told her over and over that another course would be better. She ignored him. Now, the feelings raging inside his heart provoked recklessness, anger, and loss of self-control. Giving in to these feelings would only get him killed, but what other choice did he have? She was- is- everything to him.
Gritting his teeth, he made up his mind. 'Don't you dare die on me. I'm coming for you Chelsea!' he thought as he then began to run through the trees, towards the person he loved most.
4-5 weeks earlier.
The hooded figure crouched behind the large crate and slowed his breathing. Any unnecessary noise would most definitely give him away, considering his target. Any mistake now would surely be the end of him. Moving as slowly and quietly as possible, he peeked around the box, confirming the location of every guard, innocent, and the commander. 'Two birds with one stone,' he thought as he eyed the guards celebrating what they thought was an enormous victory. The Capital's troops had killed not one, but two members of the legendary group "Night Raid". While most wouldn't even blink at the death of two people, Night Raid was an elite assassin group known for their extreme skills and the Imperial Arms each of them wielded. The only people known to have been able to kill Imperial Arms users are notorious for their own Imperial Arms. Of course, that's only the people that are known.
The assassin checked his darts, knives, and poisons before checking his two short swords and hidden blades for scratches. All clear. Once again checking the target's whereabouts, he climbed the back of a nearby building before jumping over to the bar where the people were celebrating. Word had gotten around that the commander in question had found an Imperial Arms, so the assassin was sent to recover the relic. However, his scouting had led to the discovery of another high-priority target: a simple bodyguard. Or it would so seem. This particular body guard was involved in a number of failed assassination attempts. No one knew how he did it, but the pattern set in as assassins realized that he was involved in every failure. His discovery made the assassin more cautious, but he was determined to complete his mission while also getting rid of the meddler. Two birds, one stone.
The assassin climbed into a room right above the bar, quickly locating a loose part of the flooring. He pried it up, and then dropped silently to the ceiling beams. Taking a quick check to determine if his entrance was detected, he replaced the floor boards and then jumped to the beam over the commander.
The commander never noticed anything, being too drunk on beer and the victory of his comrades. However, the bodyguard couldn't have looked more serious. 'Was the mission leaked? It's possible, although it's also possible that he could have guessed that a new relic user would be targeted. I wonder if he can predict my tactics.' The assassin took out one of his darts and a bow the length of his middle finger. Fitting the dart to the bow, he took aim at a guard that seemed unreasonably drunk, then fired it. The dart was coated with a testosterone concoction that, when it takes effect, makes the victim extremely aggressive to anyone and anything. With a direct hit to the bloodstream, it wouldn't take more than a moment. As predicted, the guard suddenly bent over coughing. When the other guards started to notice, he pulled his sword and attacked anything in front of him. In a scramble to protect himself, one of the guards pulled his sword, but accidently slit the throat of the guard next to him. Turning on each other, it turned into a full-blown bar fight. 'Like a charm.'
Taking the chance, the assassin jumped from the beams, and using his hidden blades, quickly dispatched the commander. The relic was easy to identify, as it was proudly strapped to the commander's back. Taking the sword, the assassin tried to leave in the confusion, but 'Where is the bodyguard?' A slice at his side drew his attention away from his thoughts.
"Leaving so early? I don't think so, Night Raid." The assassin turned to see none other than his target.
"My mission is not yet complete. Why would I leave?"
"Ah, yes, so you figured it out. I'm quite flattered that your organization would go so far to get rid of little old me."
"Don't be. They only sent me. From your experience, it should be a quick fight." With that, the assassin whipped out his swords and attacked with both weapons to the right. The guard easily blocked, but only half the force expected was there. Widening his eyes, the bodyguard realized too late where the other sword was. The assassin changed directions mid-swing and quickly thrust into the guard's side. With a slash to the throat, the assassin killed his other target.
"I said it would be quick, did I not?" With the brawl still in full swing, the assassin calmly left the bar, right through the front door. Straightening his hood, the assassin walked into the streets, quickly losing himself among the people.
The next morning, the guards found a massacre. With witnesses talking about the bar fight, the commander was deemed a victim of the fight. The person with his throat slashed was also discarded, but his features were strangely different than what the assassin saw.
Two hours after assassination, Night Raid HQ
"Once again, you surprise me with your resourcefulness. Are you still sure you don't wish to join us?" The silver haired woman asked the assassin.
"Once again you ask, and once again I refuse, Najenda. I have no wish to join your group, for they are too well known. It would be of no benefit." The assassin said. "Besides, I already take my contracts from you. Is that not enough?"
"If you decided to join, I wouldn't have to hide you from the rest of the members like a dirty little secret.
"We both know that argument won't get you anywhere." Najenda laughed.
"It is because of your perception that I wish you would join. With Sheele's, and more recently Bulat's, death it would raise morale to know that one as accomplished as you joined."
"My accomplishments are only known by me and my contractor. If your group knew about me, then that would only put them and I in more danger. The more people who know a secret, the weaker the secret."
"Yes, yes, we've gone over this before." Najenda sighed. "Why are you so against other people? I have never seen you socialize."
"That's because you've never seen me outside of either receiving a mission or reporting a mission."
"Something tells me you don't talk to people in your spare time."
"And you say I have perceptional skills." The assassin said with a smirk. "I must be going now. If it makes you feel better, then I will check Lubbock's wire traps every now and again. And possibly check the training habits of your other subordinates. If I see room for improvement, then I'll give you the tips to pass on."
"I would feel much better. Thank you."
"Don't thank me yet. Thank me when it saves your friend's lives." The assassin walked to the door, and opened it slightly before stopping. "Oh, and the general says he has something you might want to check out."
Najenda nodded to him. "I will be sure to make time for it. Until next time, Jacobi." The assassin left without another word.