Dedication:To my dogs. All 28 of them.
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Heart Killer
by mirajens
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And so he found her.
She was standing serenely by her room's balcony; head tilted up so that her face was washed in moonlight and her snowy white locks flowed like a silver silk river down her back. For a moment, Laxus was stunned and it took much to stun the black-hearted killer and he was surprised that a bit of a girl managed to do so. He had certainly seen her face before, but only in a news paper cut out that came with her file from the agency. It was safe to say that the Strauss princess was far more radiant in the flesh. He had a moment to wonder if her skin felt as soft as it looked.
He had been careful to be silent so that he could kill her without her even being aware of it. Laxus usually preferred it that way- having no connection to those he killed. He was never one to revel in the sadistic pleasure of watching his prey get consumed by their death. He didn't allow himself the luxury of feeling. He killed with quick efficiency for he saw no point in wasting his time getting cheap thrills out of something inevitable.
People died. They got sick, they gave up on life, they got murdered or whatever else. It all came down to death.
Laxus would know. Death was his job.
Carry out the mission, leave no trails, and flee as quickly as possible.
He unsheathed his katana, making sure that the sound of metal sliding against metal was loud enough to be heard by his target.
Surely enough, the girl turned to face him, blue eyes alight in shock. Her gauzy, pink robe flew open as she spun, showing provocative hints of her racy negligee underneath. Her hair spilled deliciously over her shoulders, her breasts. Her left hand trembled, dropped the glass of whiskey she'd been nursing. Her lips were painted red like the blood he would spill.
Blue eyes flickered fearfully to the expertly wielded katana before returning to her would be killer's eyes. "Will you kill me?" she asked, her voice small, but without a trace of fright. It seemed as if she had already accepted her imminent demise and it was very unusual for Laxus. His victims, even the prideful ones, always begged for him to spare them, or tried to cheat their way out of his clutches.
Laxus encountered a short, confusing moment of uncertainty about killing the girl. He wondered where the unwelcome sentiment came from. But Laxus was too disciplined a soldier to entertain the ridiculous notions.
He answered by running his blade through her.
It was over.
The masked assassin jumped from rooftop to rooftop, making no noise as he swiftly made his way back to headquarters. His report to his leader was as streamlined as his kill. He didn't bring up the confusing moment of hesitation he had.
At whatever cost, he did the job, anyway.
AN: Because I want Assasin!Laxus in my life.
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