I Rewrote it the chapter ._.
don't know what to say .-.
First fanfic no flames, please.
Ja'far X OC Beware of harsh behavior and mild cursing.
Magi belongs to its rightful owner
I only own my OC's
Enjoy!
-Kya Yuki 3
I grunted as I fell to the ground with the might of failure. I bowed my head and ran my hand through my tangled locks and stared bewildered at the dirt path. With another yell of frustration, I effortlessly banged my head hitting the cobbled wall.
'Damn It! They got away AGAIN! I was so reckless letting them flee like that. Another mission is a failure' I screeched with much agitation.
Thoughts ravaged my mind, I was too filled with regret and rage to notice any suspicion of a person tailing me. I stood up and leaned my weight on the cobbled wall setting into a slim position, my eyes drifted over onto the street, studying how people walked, talked, or how their emotions worked. I was pretty much curious about anything really. But my mother warned me about this kind of emotion, how curiosity killed the cat.
Of course, I wasn't a cat but I was mindful to keep out of people's businesses unless I was really interested. Well basically I showed no emotion, many thought I was an emotionless demon with a taste of blood but apparently there wrong, I too have feelings and emotions but I choose to ignore these traits afraid that I would be wounded again. No, I'm not going to talk about a long flashback about myself, you maybe don't even know my name. If you want to find out my name then continue, if you don't just.. Go. Well, I won't tell you straightly but I'm nice enough to provide you with a hint. What is the Japanese word for snow? It begins with a Y and ends with an I, if you guessed yuni are you strongly wrong, but if you guessed yuki you are strongly right. My full name Yuki Haru Chi, I was born on the day of white when it snowed it was also the first day of winter. Chi meant for the word of blood. This reason is that I belong to a guild of assassins, Chi Kai. The mission of earlier was a failed attempt to kill my target which left me with failure. I'm devastated that such a good mission turned to be a failure, but things happen. This is life duh. What a cheap excuse idiot me.
I noticed the falling of the sun and leaned off the wall and walked down the dusty path. My shoes were dragged against the ground as I continued my journey back to my hotel. In the back of my eye, I caught a faint shadow.
'Someones following me.'
I whispered seemingly in my head 'whoever they are they choose the wrong person' I felt myself smile on the inside but refused to let it appear on my face. I continued down the path and stopped by a few shops to bygone with any suspicion towards my little stalker. Carrying the fruits in my arms, I readied my blade up my sleeve. Any moment my stalker thinks about striking I will be ready. I took a turn down the alley, bearing in mind the faint shadow that drifted on the ground.
'I have to be honest here the person who's following me is severely trained as an assassin, I wonder what organization they belong to? '
I kept my eyes forward never daring to turn back. I reluctantly followed down the path to a dead end. I stopped walking. My head is still faced forward my body still like a billboard. I slowly turned and readied my blade up my sleeve. I made a move to seem like I was going to grab a knife from my pocket. I was going to fool him. But before I could counter suddenly out of the dark abyss of the alley two red saline ropes topped with daggers shot for both of my wrists. I was surprised that they did not fall for my trick, they must be skilled. I was able to catch one of the daggers with my right hand but failed with my left. The red rope swung its self away from my reach and wrapped around my left arm. The dagger pierced my flesh. I felt fresh blood oozing from the wound and glide down my forearm. I flinched and threw my dagger toward the source of the two red ropes.
I heard a thump and a whish of wind before I could react I felt a presence behind me, I jolted but I didn't move. I felt an arm wrap around my waist and something cold and sharp against my neck. I could feel the blood now beginning to draw from the blades touch. I felt a hum of breaths against my neck sending shivers down my spine. I could see goose bumps appear on my arms and my heart started to race. I was not afraid. I knew this person couldn't kill me, they are not ready to deal with me. But why am I reacting like this? I caught a glimpse of white and bandages. I opened my mouth to intervene, but this caused the blade to go deeper into my neck. I squirmed in their grasp feeling slightly uncomfortable bleeding and in this position.
"If you say one thing, I won't hesitate to kill you."
My stalker spoke against my ears, I felt he was wearing a cloth of some sort to conceal his voice, though I can feel his warm breath on my neck. I could tell from the voice that my stalker was of a young boy. I was quite surprised and impressed with this kid, though I knew I was going to get rid of him. But I can't say I wasn't curious of what my stalker looked like, I wish to see the person that was able to keep me in a hold and actually make me bleed. It would be a joy to slaughter him, oh what a joy.
A smile etched on my lips as the thought raced through my mind over and over again, sending adrenaline through my veins, getting myself ready to assassinate. As I was about to attack I felt his arms slip off my waist and the blade that was once on my skin was now removed, I felt him shove me a distance and I stumbled in the dim lighting. I positioned myself to turn and attack my new target but as I turned I met eyes with opaque green ones.
What stood in front of me which I reckoned what was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. He was close to the age of 10 or 11 or so I couldn't really tell. Bandages wrapped him from head to toe and some hung off of him like a mummy. He had silver like hair with bandage wrapped around his fore head, he had sharp eyes that had the most prettiest shade of green with a tent of turquoise. He wore a ripped cloak that covered him like a blanket. Red saline ropes were wrapped around his arms and legs like snakes and the daggers hung in a peculiar state, there was remaining's of my dry blood at the tip. I couldn't remove my eyes from the boy he just looked so ... interesting. The boy was getting irritated with my staring and snapped me back into reality.
"Oi what are you gazing at? You really want me to kill you now?"
He lifted his blade and glared a glare of a killer, I blinked back into reality. I shook my thoughts off and folded my arms and gave a smug smirk.
"Tsk, thinking of killing me? Look kid you have at least another 3 years to actually think of actually fighting with me but killing you must be crazy" I said my smirk getting the best of me. His features scrunched up with the look of disagreement and he glared daggers at me.
"Huh thinking big here are we not? You don't seem worthless but of course, you won't live."
His glare lingered at me and he turned his head. My head shook in disappointment. This kid is beginning to piss me off. We silently stood there our glare became faded, and eyes never leaving the contact. I decided to play with him a bit to entertain me, I moved slightly then I was right behind him, I placed my other hidden blade on his chest and I held his neck in a choke hold, he didn't notice till the last seconded silly boy. I grab his shoulders and lean toward him keeping our balance. He smelled faintly; like the ocean, but the scent of blood spoke out.
I could feel him slightly shaking and his shoulders started to tremble, I leaned dangerously close to his ear and smiled and whispered a soft, yet threating sentence at the same time. I felt him tense as I spoke, every word was a life threaten terror, but it wouldn't horrify him like an average person, no he may at least stay sane.
I let go of his shoulders and I gave him a shove similar to what he did to me before. He turned and glared at me and I continued to stare at the white haired person. I let out a sigh and decided to give the kid a break I opened my mouth to talk.
"Hey, kid sorry for scaring you but mind if I ask what your name is?" I crouched down and gave him a weak smile.
"Why the hell should I tell you?" he rerouted
"Do you want to die right where you're standing, I won't hesitate Now tell me your fucking name NOW" I gave a half yell along with a satisfying glare
He hesitated before he spoke on "Ja'far my name is Ja'far" he rerouted another glare at me.
"Ja'far" I whispered "Hm, I like the ring of that, nice to meet you Da'far, I'm Yuki" I smiled towards my encounter, he glared once more.
"My name is Ja'far not Da'far !" He raised his blade and pointed the dagger into my direction.
I raised my hands up in a defensive manner and raised a brow "That's what I said, Da'far" I smirked while he glared. Wow this kid sure does love to glare.
"Yuki." he said in a low whisper, I kept my brow raised.
"yeah what is it?"
he turned and walked towards the exit before he departed he stopped and casted one last glare.
"Yuki, next time we meet each other, I will kill you."
He squinted his face before he vanished in sight. I forgot to ask why he was stalking me or why he didn't attempt to assassinate me? I had many questions, but I'll find that out on my next encounter with him, I smiled grimly to myself.
"I'll be looking forward to it Ja'far."
so *awkward silence* did you like it?
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goodbye!
-Kya Yuki 3