Author's Notes: Okay, this fic was completely unintentional. I was only doing the background of NightEyes, and then bam! this thing happened. I'm hoping I can keep this short-ish, but…well…anyways, hope you enjoy!

Edited because the old prologue was short and jumped all over the place. It still does, but at least it's better now.

Disclaimer: I do not own Ragnarok Online. I only own the characters, who only exist theoretically.

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Ragnarok Online

Things Unforgotten

Prologue

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Some things are

Best left unsaid.

Some things are

Best left alone.

Some things are

Best taken to the grave.

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Today is just another day, another long, boring, and most of all, hot, day. Morroc is such a terribly hot place during the day, and far too cold during the night. Day is the time of rest and relaxation. Well, at least, as much relaxation as you can get when you know at any moment, someone could try to kill you. It's not our fault that the assassins are so touchy. Funny how they try to kill you for stealing their stuff.

Perhaps I wasn't the best for this job. Looking after the boy isn't a particularly onerous task, but do I really take care of him? How many times have we had to fight for our lives? He may flash that winning smile at me and assure me that Lady Luck is watching over us, but I am uneasy. How long will it be before things get out of hand? How long will it be when the Assassin Guild deems us to be a larger threat, and stop sending new recruits to kill us and send the professionals instead? I'm worried, but my ward is not concerned at all. He believes Lady Luck is connected to him through the Hatii fang he wears around his neck. Children…they believe almost anything…

The boy has no idea what that Hatii fang has cost me. The life of someone I cared about was taken for me, in exchange of this never melting chunk of ice. I still feel that was a rather poor trade-off. A life for a thing that was only a small comfort during the really, really hot days. Watching her die, too weak and foolish to prevent it from happening, was the worst moment of my life.

…Does he need to know? He's so carefree and reckless, just like her. He is like a kindred spirit to me, just like she was. I remember my days with her. Sometimes they were predictable, other times, they were full of spontaneity. So many years have passed since then, yet time seems to pass quicker every day. Every time I turn, he seems to have grown a little taller. Soon he'll be the same height as her, if not taller.

I wonder what I will do if…what am I talking about? when the boy dies? Spend the rest of my time looking after my kin? That sounds like a very boring way to spend the rest of my years. I could never stand peacefulness for extended periods of time. There is simply too much effort and too little reward in babysitting.

…He doesn't count. He…amuses me, to say the least.

No, he doesn't need to know about what conspired in the snowfields. At least, not yet. He doesn't need to know the reason why his skin burns so easily under the Morrocan sun when everyone else tans. I don't think he'll understand if I told him now anyway. It's not that he's not smart, because he is clever in his own distinctive way. But for some things, he can be incredibly stupid. Maybe it's because I haven't educated him properly. Another of the things I failed to plan for. Oh well. Too late now.

Even if I never get around to telling him what happened, at least I'll remember what happened, and I think that's more than enough. Although, a few years is just a mere grain of sand in the hourglass of time. Well, the memory will rest with me until Death comes to me with his oversized harvesting tool…

…Maybe I could steal his scythe when he comes to reap my soul…

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Author's Notes: Oh, and why are rogues portrayed as bad guys? (cries) I mean, you get some bad assassins, and you get some good assassins, but why are all the rogues in the RO fandom BAD? (cries) Well, I'll be rectifying that soon…hehe.