Chapter 2: Assassins

"Whack!" The sound Gan heard as he squished the fly on his face. This really disturbed him as he was asleep that time.

"Stupid fly! Now I can't even go back to sleep!" He uttered.

Gan stood up from the couch, still in his undies. A breeze swept past. He shivered a bit. He knew what it meant. He rushed towards the window and looked outside. Darkness loomed over Midgard as the cold night devoured the scorching day.

"I've done it! I've survived through the day without fainting from the heat!" Gan proclaimed as he happily pranced around the room. "That reminds me, where's Kuzoa?"

Gan stopped prancing about. He looked around the whole house for him. Their house wasn't big at all. It only had one floor and only contained the necessary items.

He looked in the bathroom, the kitchen, outside. Nothing, he was nowhere to be found. He went back in and slammed the door. A piece of paper that seemed to be taped to the door drifted toward the floor. Gan picked it up and read it.

"You really shouldn't have wasted your money. Now I'm having fun here at Comodo while you're there being bored to death! Ha! –Kuzoa"

"Dang that shit!" Gan said as he crumpled the note. Another breeze swept past, and he felt very cold indeed.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm in the mood for a nice, hot bath."

Gan went over to the tub and let the water run. He went over to his room, undressed himself and neatly put his clothes in the laundry while waiting for the tub to fill.

He went back into the bathroom and dipped his foot in the water.

"Not warm enough." He said as he turned up the water heater even more. Outside, he could hear the rustling of leaves and the silhouette of a woman. "Damn, everyone's out having fun except me…….ughh…I should've eaten that coal!"


Kuzoa stopped splashing water at the kafra girls.

"What's wrong, Kuzoa?" one of the kafras asked.

"Someone must be insulting my cooking…."


Gan dipped his big, nude body into the pool of hot water, and instantly felt refreshed. He closed his eyes and began dreaming of his fantasies.

"I wonder what will happen if I do this to that part of hers?" He asked himself.


"I have to tell the pope about this…" Faquir uttered to himself while panting as he ran towards one of the Kafra ladies. "Excuse me, I need a ride to Prontera."

"Well what do you want me to do? Give you a ride on my back?" The lady suggested.

"She must be new to the business…..but hey, a piggy back ride would do great." He thought of the possibilities of riding on her back mischievously.

"Ugh….creep!" The woman bellowed as she slapped him in the face.

Faquir fell down and rubbed his eyes. "Hey wait a minute! It's your job to do stuff like that!"

"Oh…yeah…right.." The kafra lady bent down and whispered something to Faquir's ear. "Let's all forget this happened….and I'll bring you to Prontera, free."

"I don't see the consequences in this…"

"It's a deal then!" The kafra personnel said as she stood up once more, helping the boy get up himself.

The woman started chanting, and right before Faquir's eyes, a dragon with chairs on its back appeared.

"Is this thing safe?" He inquired.

"Unless you want to walk there, this is the only way."

"Fine. Fine." Faquir said as he mounted the dragon."


"Oooohh….that is just plain creepy!" Gan thought to himself as he opened his eyes.

There was the rustling of leaves again outside. He still couldn't decide what it was. It happened again. He was now sure someone was out to get him. "Assassin?" He bellowed.

The rustling grew louder. "ASSASSINS?"