Summary: One night. Was all it takes for eveything to fall. On a Christmas night, white was dyed red... An Assassin talks about the reasons why he stop his services at this time of the year.
Author's Notes: Hi all. It's me again. I sincerely apologize for the deleting of all my stories. This is because i feel that they are not up to standards and seriously need revising. However, this story will not be deleted no matter what. Also, this story is following real time. Christmas in this story will co-inside with Christmas in the real world. Also, it'll be updated daily. Do check in the next day after you read a chapter. And I hope all who reads this story leaves their comments/reviews/flames. It'll seriously help me a lot. Thanks all!
"It's this time of the year again, isn't it?" said a warm voice. The voiced belonged to a female Assassin, who had long red hair that reached till the end of her back tied into a ponytail. She was wearing a white blouse and a black dress, not much of an assassin look but she preferred it.
"It's this time of year again, isn't it?" The Assassin, Claire, repeated her statement, this time peering out the window with one hand on the curtain.
"I guess it is…" the voice came from behind. It belonged to an Assassin Cross who was sitting at the table behind her. He had shoulder length blue hair which he tied into a short pony tail. He was dressed in a formal suit. Xwart was his name.
"Do you want me to do the same thing as the previous years, Xwart?" Claire turned her head and asked.
"Please do." Xwart said as he turned around, fixing his sapphire blue eyes onto her deep red ones.
"All right then." She replied as she made her way to the telephone.
Xwart stood up and moved to the windows and peered out. People were rushing in and out of stores, buying gifts for their loved ones, during last minute shopping before the day arrives. He looked up into the sky. Stars were shinning brightly as if they were diamonds sparkling under bright light and the clouds were of a contrasting light grey to the dark sky. He began to reminisce about the past. As he was thinking, Claire had already begun informing the Assassin Guild.
A few minutes later…
"I've already notified the Assassin Guild. Is there anything else I can do for you?" She asked him.
Breaking from his trail of thoughts, Xwart shook his head in reply to Claire.
"Honestly, I do not get why would you stop your services at this time of the year. Where everyone lets their guards down, it'll be the perfect time for assassination." She questioned him in an irritably manner.
"Still as money-minded as ever I see…" He teased her.
Claire's face turned a bright red. "I'm not money-minded anymore!" She protested in her defence. Xwart laughed at her.
Claire calmed herself down and spoke. "Really… After being attached here for so long… Haven't you noticed that I'm not as money-minded as before?"
"I did. Anyway, it certainly has been a long time hasn't it? How long has it been?"
"About 3 years."
"Honestly, the first time I saw you when you were being attached here by the Assassin Guild, I thought what a money-minded girl you were."
"That was the first time. But over time, I've learnt that not all things can be achieved by money."
Xwart made his way to the end of the room and began boiling hot water. "I still remember the first few times when you were on missions with me. I had to save you almost every time."
Claire blushed as she made her way to the couch. "I remember those times. I almost got caught or activated a trap. No matter what, you were there for me…"
"But now, you run into lesser troubles and I do not have to rescue you that many times anymore. You've grown quite a bit."
"I guess so…"
Bing! The electric kettle went to signify that water has been boiled. Taking two cups from the cupboard and a can of hot chocolate powder. He began making hot chocolate for Claire and him.
"Xwart…" Claire called out to him.
"Hmm?"
"Thanks for being there for me… Not just on the missions, but when I had my problems… Problems like broken relationships or whether I made the right choice to be an Assassin… Thanks for being there…"
"Don't mention it. It's what I have to do after all. As a mentor. As a friend… As a close friend…"
"But honestly, why do you stop your assassin-for-hire service at this time of the year?"
"Why do you ask?" Xwart had already made hot chocolate and was now searching for marshmallows.
"Because ever since the first time I was attached here, you were already doing that. So I'm just wondering… It's ok if you do not want to tell me."
"Do you really want to know?"
Claire nodded.
Xwart finally found the marshmallows he was looking for, turned and asked Claire if she wanted them on her hot chocolate. She nodded.
"It's going to be a long story." Xwart walked towards Claire and handed her cup of hot chocolate to her before making his way to the couch opposite of Claire.
"Please tell me." Claire pleaded.
Xwart sighed as he placed his cup onto the table and began telling his story.
"It happened about 8 years ago. 5 years before you were attached here…"
"Finally, I get to know the reason why you keep doing that ever year." – Claire
"Are you really that interested?" – Xwart
"Of course I am. You're just so mysterious by being so different from the rest." – Claire
"Sigh… Perhaps I should keep you in suspense of the reason." – Xwart
"Ehhhh! You can't do that! I want to know badly…" – Claire
"Right. We do not have much time left. Next chapter! Chapter 2 – Where It All Began" – Xwart