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“Tell me, Lieutenant,” someone demanded.

Second Lieutenant Simmons, accomplished soldier and beloved son, was known in some inner circles for doing the King's dirty work. He was tasked with murdering known revolutionaries and the people that they associated with in the past. In other words, their families. Eastshade's ruling monarch was growing more and more paranoid as time passed if he was beginning to resort to such methods. In response, the revolution hired him to silence the decorated veteran.

“Kill me,” the man responded. Then he spit on the Assassin's feet, the saliva mixed heavily with blood.

Borne's Champion, Fuuin of the Kitsune tribe, looked at the man with annoyance. It was hard to wash blood out of his professional “uniform”. He ignored the grim satisfaction that welled in his chest as he back-handed his prisoner. Simmons' head lulled toward the side as he was rendered unconscious. Sighing, the brunette unsheathed the dagger on his right thigh and killed him. Peaceful, in his sleep.

Fuuin looked toward the setting sun, his eyes darkened. While the soldier withheld some of the more important information, he had knowledge on where the King was dropping by in the morning. Hopefully he would manage to conjure some kind of plan by then or he was risking more than just his money. No, he was risking the very leader of the revolution in the process.

-

Thankfully, he'd thought of something as he properly disposed of the Lieutenant's corpse. Simmons would remain undiscovered for the remainder of the week until the odor settled in. By then, the assignment would've been complete and he'd be in the safety of Requiem's borders. In the rafters of an inn run by the revolution's leader, Nom of the Bel tribe, Fuuin checked his trap for the last time. There was no such thing as being overly cautious in his profession.

People in his occupation didn't last longer than the first week if they had reckless tendencies.

He was one of the aforementioned rookies, once upon a time. His mentor removed that trait of his over the course of his training. Neko of the Chii tribe was quite the overbearing master when she liked. Now, he was the seasoned killer that took the role he was given seriously. Flicking the wire once, the Assassin nodded in satisfaction. The trap was prepared.

Fuuin dropped from the rafters, surprising Nom until he realized the identity of his... visitor. Then he nodded toward the man with respect and returned to watching out the window. He was already informed of the King's impending arrival and was more than glad he would get to see the man die in front of him. Both of them were broken from their reveries as the door opened and the King stepped inside. He was flanked by at least twenty soldiers on either side of him.

“Nom,” the man greeted.

“Lord Farista,” the revolutionist greeted in kind.

Neither of them paid the Assassin much attention. Both the King and the Revolutionist had met the man once or twice in the past, and he only served to confirm the Lord's suspicions. Immediately the man's expression began to sour as he eyed the innkeeper. Betrayal was the strongest emotion that the rogue had noticed. Had the client and his victim known each other in the past? Well, that wasn't of much importance.

“I can't say I am that surprised, Nom. We never agreed on the way I chose to rule the kingdom. You were bound to start this little revolution at some point in time. Still, I had hoped you would see reason and stand at my side in the courtroom.”

Nom, in turn, smiled bitterly and laughed.

“Indeed, my friend. I was pondering on doing so. But the day that you murdered that family for insulting one of your decisions... that was the day the Farista I knew ceased to be. You are not the man I remember. You are someone that will only ruin Eastshade.”

And that was the end of their discussion.

Farista looked at the men flanking his sides, “Kill th- ...”

“Not so fast, Lord Farista,” the Assassin interrupted.

Patiently, the man looked at the man he once hired in question. Then he looked at the ceiling when he was prompted and his face paled by the droves. Explosives seemed to coat the entirety of the rafters that were used to support the roof. All he saw was the Assassin toss one of his throwing knives up to cut the tripwire, then the ceiling collapsed on him and his soldiers.

Fuuin and Nom were the only survivors.

-

He moved in the night, sticking to places he remembered the sentries were light in, until he crossed the border into Requiem. After that, the brunette was relaxed in his pace. He was on the road for another week until he reached the small town he'd laid come to after getting with his girlfriend. Crime was nonexistent in the settlement. No one was foolish enough to risk earning the ire of Borne's Champion and the Dark Knight of Requiem.

Fuuin walked through the door of his home, arms opened wide. Just in time, the man thought, as he caught his two-year old daughter. Her name was Lilith and she looked like the spitting image of her mother, Xixi. He calmly brushed her blonde locks aside and smiled down at her. “How was my lil' girl, Lili? I hope you didn't give yer mother too much trouble.”

“Nu-uh, daddy!”

Yes, as much as she resembled her mother, her rambunctious and carefree personality was his. She was the perfect blending of her parents. Fuuin and Xixi couldn't be prouder. Speaking of Xixi - “Lilith, wash up for dinner. We're having your favorite!”

Fuuin let the girl down and watched as she ran to obey her mother. He only chuckled and shook his head with amusement dancing in his eyes. Then he looked at the woman standing in the doorway to the kitchen, taking note of the apron he loved seeing her in. Borne's Champion approached her and kissed her passionately, groping her when he was certain Lilith wasn't in the room. Xixi slapped him lightly on the shoulder.

“Welcome home, sweetheart,” the retired Knight gave her usual smile.

“Good to be home, darlin',” the Assassin gave his own cheerful grin.

Just another day with Fuuin and Xixi.