Trees bowed in submission to the wind. The soft breeze fluttered through the sheer pearl curtains into the parlor. Sunlight bounced off of the sapphire marble floors and glistened around the dark wooden grand piano. The slow notes shuffled along to a somber piece of music, echoing throughout the otherwise silent room.
His long raven hair flickered with the warm summer wind. The piano notes skipped a beat as he took a hand to brush his hair back from his strong face. The ballad returned to its mellow pace, scarred hands barely pressing down on the keys. Tiny prints of scarlet were left lingering in its place.
His grey eyes looked up to the open glass doors that led out to the flourishing gardens. The translucent curtains swayed and sighed, faltering to the view of Japanese cherry blossoms just beyond the terrace. Trained hands that were stained crimson mechanically flowed along the keys, not even needing to be looked upon. Ashen eyes that concealed so much, sought the pink flowers between the invading curtains. Shy flecks of color fled onto the marble floor, sputtering beneath the curtains. They lay aching for his attention.
The dismal melody came to a halt. The man in expensive black clothing that dripped of blood stood up to his full height. He effortlessly crossed the marble floor, no rush to his step. Red shoeprints were left in his wake. He bent to one knee and picked up a blushing blossom. He gathered up the rest of the flowers in his tired hands and stepped out onto the open veranda.
Bodies littered the lawn. Bloodied and dismembered, the evidence of a sword obvious. Dozens of dead men lay sprawled in the manicured grass.
The manor was silent now, without the presence of melancholy music. The sunlight intruded into his dark eyes as he stepped up to the stone railing. The cooling wind cascaded over his face and through his long hair. He breathed in deeply, a small smile pulling on his lips, he closed his lightening eyes. He let the lost flower petals fall back onto the emerald grass, waving slightly on their decent.
He let go of his breath and opened his grey eyes that slowly returned to the shaded onyx he knew so well. He turned his back on the outside and leisurely waltzed back into the dull parlor. The assassin returned to his grave harmony.