Viyanol
I stare deeply into the trembling barrel of an old revolver. Trying desperately to tell myself that within the shadow there isn't a bullet ready to tear the greater part of my face off. That's not something they show in the movies. Well not in most anyways.
My other eye—my right eye—is looking right into the eyes of a woman. The very same woman who would make it a habit to chatter nonstop about how much she loves me and how some day we could run off together, into the forest or something like that.
Stupid.
Fool.
So annoying.
And yet, in spite of how much the little things she did irritated me I've grown fond of her, and her endless chirping.
I wonder if she knows.
"Go on. Do it, I'm getting bored here."
My eyes—both of them—slowly drift down, towards a small knife next to this girls heel (the heel used to be high, but I can't get into that now).
"What's the holdup? You'd better not be getting cold feet."
I'm staring knives at this tiny blade that's making fun of me, daring me to tempt fate.
Double dare.
Double dog dare.
Triple dog dare.
I hear an all to familiar click. I know what is about to happen.
Okay.
Triple dog it is.
"There ya go. Bada bing bada boom!"
Before I know what's happening I'm lunging—no diving—at the knife under the woman I love. As all of this is going on I need to ask once more, how did I end up here?
But I've been rude; I haven't even introduced myself to you yet.
Sorry.
My name is Uchiha. Uchiha Sasuke, and I am an assassin, well sorta.
Confused?
Well its best to start at the beginning for stuff like this.