Assassins Don't Love
hi I'm back but this time its not a fairy tail fic its Ouran high school host club fic as usual i dont own the characters or the anime i own nothing from the anime.
I am an assassin, it's what I do. We are hired on many different types of jobs, most of which are usually assassinations. Unlike what most people think we aren't flashy and kill everyone we see while on a mission. Instead it's get in and get out, and if we see someone just know them out. It's way easier to explain when less people are died, trust me. I followed in my mother's footsteps, unlike my dad who hated the idea of it but still supported us. My mom was a great assassin and a lawyer. Why both one might ask. The reason is simple as a lawyer she can get access to files and claim it's for a case and no one will suspect her. She is the one who trained me till one night when she died. My mother's name is Kotoko Fujioka.
Although we usually are hired to kill people we also get hired for other things. We perform tasks ranging from assassinations to things like being a bodyguard or gathering information. Each of these things and many other things is what we do and get paid for. Although there are organizations made up of assassins there are also many solo ones many of which decided to go rouge. Some rouge makes it their goal to kill other assassins or some even try to be independent and get work by asking around.
Many people don't understand this type of work. It's almost like we're at war with each other. The cycle never ends in a job a person's family member gets killed. Then, someone who was close to them wants revenge and they go off and kill them or better yet hire someone to do that for them. Why get their own hands dirty when they can hire someone to do it for them. In this world money rules everything. One can even bribe the police to just say it was suicide. Although if your good enough you don't need to bribe anyone. A good assassin knows that it should be like you personally were never there. We leave no trace of ourselves and blend in to surroundings. The only two ways you will be remembered in the assassin world was if you went down in a mission fighting till your last breath or being so good that in an over the top mission you were the only on to survive. My mother was remembered for her bravery and selflessness of a tragic night when we were attacked.
It was around seven pm when the storm hit. The younger generation was in the practice wing at the time. Most of us aged from eight to thirteen. Although not many of them, but a couple of seventeen and eighteen years being taught how to teach. Some of the instructors kept trying to calm the children down and that's when the red flashing lights started going off. "Mom, it's happening now, right?" I asked calmly. Some might think that it was odd for the youngest child to be calm instead of the older children but, my mother and a few others had been expecting this for years so she trained me harder than the rest and helped me stay calm in these types of events. I could hear the thunder above the alarm sounds; all of it was almost deafening. I saw her kneel in front of me giving me a sad smile then kissing me on the forehead. "Yes, but don't worry I'm going to stay here and protect the young lings and you." She told me and for the first time I saw fear on her face.
The instructors gave each child a gun for last resort use. The adults were talking I heard that fifty people total had started to invade us, and twenty of which were coming our way. Just as my mom had suspected, they didn't want us to have a future generation. Sending twenty full-fledged assassins just proved it. Every one communicated about when one enemy was down or was some were heading. This helped keep track of how many there was and where.
We heard banging on the doors and knew it was time. Our instructors made up the first line of defense and after that was the almost was the seventeens and eighteen year old. So it ended up being a total of ten of them against twenty of the infiltrators. The second the doors opened ours side started shooting. The fight has horrible, traumatizing to all of us younger kids who weren't used to seeing this. Many closed their eyes and opted not to watch, but for me I couldn't take my eyes off my mom. Her very presence kept me calm and not freaking out. Soon only my mom was standing and five assassins were surrounding her. I didn't call out to her in fear of distracting her.
She threw one knife, one went down. Bang! Down one more, when killing the second to last one she was shot and she fell. I had tears streaming down my face but I couldn't scream out. I stood there frozen completely controlled by fear. The last man turned to us; I looked all the others had their eyes closed and ear covered. "NOOOO!" I finally screamed while the man came closer to us. I tried snapping myself out of this fear but no matter what I couldn't. Behind him I saw my mother she lifted up her gun and shot him. With a bang he fell to the ground. After seeing this movement in her I ran over to my mom. The gunshot wound what heavily bleeding; I hated not being able to stop it. Along with all the other knife marks I knew in my heart she wouldn't make it.
"Mom, please don't leave me. Don't leave daddy either. We need you." I cried with my mother's head on my lap. She had a smile on her face and looked at me. "I'm glad you're safe sweetie, please be strong for me and your dad. I'll make sure to watch over you from where I'm going. Just remember I love you." She crooked out, and these were her last words she would ever say. I heard her earpiece talking so I picked it up and put it in my ear. "Kotoko Fujioka, are you there, please report the situation." I heard the voice call. "I'm sorry but this is her daughter, my mom's dead; along with the other nine seniors. Although the twenty intruders are dead and all of the younger generation is alive." I responded trying hard not to cry too much while talking to the voice. "OK, we are sending someone over to get all of you so stay put." She said "Yes mam," was all I responded with and I went to sit with everyone else.
I couldn't take it anymore I sat curled up in a ball hearing the storm rage on, almost as if the world was throwing a fit. On this night I was only five years old. I was five when my mother gave her life to save the future generation. I was five when my mother bled out while I held her in my arms, thunder and lightning all around me. My name is Haruhi Fujioka._.
yea I started it off kind of dark but it wont be like this the whole time. I promise, anyway tell me what you think in a review i love criticism.