All was silent. A young boy, about eighteen walked through the whispering grass that rose almost to his thigh. He looked dead ahead, not daring to look back. He never did. He never would. He clutched the hilt of the sword at his hip and kept it from knocking into his leg as he strolled briskly down a hill. His black eyes and hair shone in the bright sunlight. He wore a leather vest with a white, sleeveless shirt beneath it and long, black, baggy pants. He had a black chain necklace around his neck with a crystal, shaped like a rhombus. It banged against his collar, but that pain was easily brushed aside. On his face, lay three scars, and inch away from each other. They scraped along his left cheek almost all the way back to his ear. His left ear was pierced three times, a sphere, then a small loop, and another sphere. His appearance was, in itself, intimidating. Most people avoided him when he walked by. He liked it that way. No one in his path, blocking him from what he needed to do.
His face made it seem as if he had his mind on something, which he did. He was always thinking of other ways to do his job. He was an assassin, always on the road to find his next victim. The next person he killed would be of the same village and same tribe as all of the rest of his victims, the Quaina. He loathed them. He didn't care if he'd killed countless people. None of them were different. They were all of the tribe that completely annihilated his. Death was their only purpose. He found out any pieces of information about them that he could. After finding info on a Quiana's location, he headed in their general direction and when he came across them... Well, I think you can guess.
So basically, his life had a strict schedule. Killing day in and day out. He didn't really mind it, though. As long as it kept him entertained and it avenged his tribe, he was fine. Some would call it a sick pleasure. He would tell you otherwise. Currently, he was leaving the location of a murder he had recently committed. He didn't want to leave an obvious trail, so he was taking a southern route out of the town. Most of the travelers entering it went through a northern exit/ entrance. He came to the edge of a forest and stopped. Some one was calling him. He spun around only to find a young boy with grey hair running at him,
"Toshiro! Hey! Wait!" the boy looked about seven or six. He was wearing torn capris and a sleeveless shirt. He halted in front of the towering figure above him. Toshiro glared down at him,
"Why the hell are you all the way out here? And I told you not to call my name out so loudly." he said, still keeping the child's gaze. The boy looked down at his feet,
"I know... but..." he took a deep breath to build up his confidence, "You left my house before saying good bye and I had something to give to you!" Toshiro raised an eyebrow. He hated kids. Too peppy.
"Then give it to me and let me be on my way." he fumed. The boy jumped and fumbled for something in his pocket. He pulled out something that he held clenched in his fist. He opened his palm to reveal a couple of gold coins,
"You can take them! You told me you needed some money... and stuff..." he said with a quickly fading smile. The little boy slouched in embarrassment. Toshiro turned away from him and walked into the woods, leaving the small child standing helplessly in the shadow of the trees.