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The guard didn't make a sound as the dagger pierced her heart- behind her Akari's ever-present smile widened, and her eyes opened slightly before returning to their usual squint. Being able to fade from the awareness of the people around you made killing people quietly so very easy. The darkness of the early morning only made the task easier.
Allowing herself to fade out again Akari continued on, searching for the leader of this particular army- one of the few left that continued to resist Yui's steady conquest of Japan.
'With any luck', Akari thought as she sidestepped a passing patrol 'this will be my last assassination for a while.'
Of the major islands of Japan only Kyushu remained outside Yui's control, and once Akari was finished here and had returned to Yui with news of her success, the invasion of the island would begin.
Akari's smile widened when she spotted a tent with a bright flair that almost certainly marked it as the commander's tent. Good, they were the kind of target who believed their army was all the protection they needed, and probably wouldn't even have bodyguards with them while in their camp.
They didn't.
One slit throat later Akari began her walk back out of the camp in the direction of the small boat she had used to reach Kyushu.
It would be good to return home to Yui. She did not get to see her lover nearly as much as she wanted to, but once the war was finally over that would be easily remedied. Akari fully expected to spend most of the first few days in bed- Yui could never seem to get enough of her, and Yui's stamina was almost endless, to Akari's delight.
As Akari reached her boat and began preparing to sail across, the sun began to peek over the edge of the sky, and Akari stopped for a moment to open her eyes fully and watch the rise of a new day, smiling.
For Major Mike Powell III, who is a truly wonderful person.