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Memory Block 1:
Sequence 6: Moonlit Stroll
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The blood had dried from Kanon's clothes; they would have to be replaced. But thankfully, that was all that needed to be replaced; Kanon still haven't gotten over what happened back at the Grape Vine. For a lack of a better expression, she was almost...
He stopped there. What's done is done, he told himself, as he carried her home. No point worrying about it now. After all, didn't things work out in the end? Kanon smiled under the melancholy of the moon: While the light brightened up the night, it still gave a hint of sadness in its dark, luminous glow.
That's how he felt right now: Happy that things worked out, but sad that it almost didn't. Kanon wasn't exactly emotionally stable as an Assassin: He was quite prone to bouts of depression, giving in to his emotions as easy as the wind blows. If he wasn't born into the Order, he would've never have been selected. As elegant as his swordsmanship is, or how sharp as his aim was, they didn't matter at all if he couldn't bring himself together to overcome his troubles.
He recalled seeing the fire in Crystal's eyes when she was dead set on their plan... He reminisced his earlier days, where he was eager to fight. Those days aren't gone, he thought, but they don't come as often as they should. Being an Assassin is hard work, with only the thrill coming from the kill...
Kanon looked down at the people below: A good amount of them were still up at this hour, done with their mundane tasks, taking in the quiet of the evening. Kanon had been an Assassin all his life, always at the beck and call of his Master... While each and every day was exciting, he wondered how life would be if he wasn't an Assassin...
He thought it through (after all, he still had a way to go to Crystal's lodging) on the way there: How he could've become educated, how he could've learned a trade skill, settling down with Fiora Cavazza... All these thoughts filled his mind. It wasn't as if Kanon hated being an Assassin... No, far from it; it's just a what-if question he had. Kanon enjoyed taking down the evils of the world, staining his blade with blood, and he would never give that up.
But he wondered about the other Assassins... Many of them were born into the Order like he was, but none shared his thoughts. Had any other thought about living a different life? Had any other wanted to abandon the Order? Had Crystal?
Kanon gazed at her face. She looked... beautiful... under the moonlight. He brushed a few strands of golden blonde hair away from her eyes, careful to not disturb her peaceful slumber, and stared at her. It was like a painting to Kanon. Her smooth skin... her soft lips... He wanted... he wanted to kiss her...
But he held his tongue, literally. He had to turn away, towards the moon. All this time, he had been faithful to Fiora... Had the moon turned his emotions like it does the tides? No... That's no excuse... he felt the same way during the day... but then... this feeling... could it be... no... it can't be... can it?
Her home drew near. Kanon praised his luck that it would, as he was too conflicted by his emotions to dwell on the matter any longer. Kanon walked over to her bedroom window, and picked the lock as he's done so many times. Opening it, Kanon saw nothing but darkness... As well as it should, as the sole occupant was in his hands. Kanon made his way into her bed; He lifted up her covers, and placed Crystal under it. He tucked her in, leaving her in her old clothes, and turned to walk away.
But it's never as easy as that; Crystal woke up.
"Kanon?" Her eyes were open, but had no hint of slumber in them. Had she been awake the whole time?
"You should get some sleep..." Kanon told her, worried that she might strain herself. She may have fire in her heart, but her body couldn't take the heat.
"So should you," she replied, "You must be tired after carrying me all the way back."
"I am, so I will be returning home." Kanon moved towards the window, but he felt something tug at his sleeves.
"If you're tired..." she said quietly, "You can stay here for the night."
"You don't have any room," Kanon curiously wondered.
"Then allow me to take care of that," she replied, as she opened her covers, inviting him in. She proceeded to take off her armor, tossing the bulky chest places on the floor. She had nothing on but her Assassin's outfit, but without the armor, they barely held up. Perhaps she didn't want them to... "See? Plenty of room."
Kanon didn't speak. His mouth moved, but no words came out. His heart was beating too fast for him to catch his breath. His mind was in shambles... What was going on? Well, obviously, he knew the answer to that, but what he didn't know the answer to was: what's he going to do now?
Crystal got up from her bed, with her baggy Assassin outfit hanging off her body. Due to the "modifications" to her outfit, Kanon could see that she wore some pretty modest underwear, so it's not like she planned for this, but going on the spur of the moment. She walked up to Kanon, and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her face met with his... He could feel her breath... Her lips came in contact...
Kanon broke away, trying to calm his beating heart. It thumped against his chest rapidly, causing Kanon to lose his breath. Crystal's eyes carried the burden of insecurity.
"I... I have to go now." Without another word from either of them, Kanon jumped from the window and landed on the closest rooftop he could jump to, running as fast as he could. She tried to stop Kanon, but he was already gone. Crystal slumped to her bed, tears running down her face. She buried her face onto her pillow, as if she was trying to stop the water like a broken pipe. It didn't.
Kanon kept running. He didn't think, nor did he feel. What was he running from? Confrontation? His feelings? The moon?
Tears ran down his eyes as well... It felt cold under the breeze of the night, like his heart. But none of that matter to Kanon.
He simply kept running.
