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The thrill of a mission never, ever left Kirin's mind as he crossed another name off the list of targets that his family were to eliminate. It was funny to think that he did this duty so willingly now, when in his younger days, he was reluctant at best to strike fatal blows. Something had changed in Kirin, the third heir of the House of Dragons since he was a boy, however. As he grew older, more mature and saw the ways of the world, he begun to cast away whatever regret he had for sinking his sharp, pointy dirk into the backs of despicable people. They were the easiest targets to bring down, because in the end, it was for the good of all. Sure, bounty was wondrous on those marks that everyone wanted dead, but behind his joy of receiving payment was a joy of the duty itself that Kirin possessed.

With today's target felled, Kirin went by his evening and afternoon ritual, which served to relax the now 'grown-up' third-in-line heir to the House of Dragons. He dropped in, some of the servants of the house almost saying it looked like Kirin 'appeared' into his sleeping quarters, spreading himself out upon his bed and taking one of his many scrolls out that contained his favorite stories. They were all stories of assassins whom had been heroes, ones whom brought honor, peace, stability, and tranquility to their families and their countries. As his eyes scanned across a scroll that he'd unconsciously picked from the others, it clicked in his mind that this happened to be his favorite tale that he was reading.

It was a tale of the great Shadow Striker, the only man whom was left after his squad of assassins were all executed in the name of an Emperor whom ruled with an iron fist. When all seemed to be lost, common people were oppressed and the only assassins left were those who ran missions in favor of corruption and turmoil, the great Shadow Striker invaded the tyrant's stronghold by himself. The great hero struck down those who opposed him with a single stroke from the shadows of the palace, said to be bigger now that the new ruler was nothing more than a power-crazed lunatic. He traveled swiftly through the many shadows until he reached the throne room, where the Striker noticed that he was actually the second-to-the last of his men left, as the man's older brother was knelt before the new ruler in preparation of his execution.

The story told how the Shadow Striker, with just one Dirk freed his older brother, the honor and pride of his House of Assassins, and shortly after pierced it through the heart of the one who caused strife in the land. When the people of the country came to thank their savior, he had already vanished into the darkness of the shadows, where even his own kin he saved couldn't see him. Since then though, everyone believed that the great hero came from the shadows to strike down enemies, whether they were Fear, Doubt, or another assassin.

Rolling the scroll shut, Kirin realized now why he became so very loyal to one person in particular, his elder brother. It wasn't just that he too wanted to be a hero like the great Shadow Striker and many others, but when they were small, there was always a trust between Kirin, Irral, and Mei that no one else in the family shared with each other. He thought fondly of both his siblings, how they used to get into trouble whenever they could, because that's just what children did. The third heir chuckled... only for a moment. Reminiscing proved to serve him in a bad way at this time, as he lamented how Mei never came to see him. Irral told Kirin many things of when she came to visit, but by coincidence, the Dragon's Third Heir was always out on a mission. Always. And every time, it seemed like the House of Snakes made up even more excuses for the brothers to stay out of their sister's married life.

Putting the scroll away, Kirin was now agitated. He wasn't supposed to feel this way after reading his favorite assassin epic story! There was only one other thing that could release him from the stress he had, other than carrying out the duty (which he'd already done for tonight.) Irral would be training the lesser ranked assassins, and since Mei was married off to another house, Kirin was trusted to be a sort of second mentor to the ones not quite up to his brother's level of sparring. Unlike the Eldest heir, Kirin knew a little restraint, and thus was very patient and understanding of different levels of fighting.

When he walked into the grounds that were used for training, Kirin made sure to greet his brother before he stepped too close. Even in training, one could be killed if they weren't careful to sound off that they were indeed in the room at the time. "Hello, Irral. Aren't we starting a bit late? Not that I mind or anything..." He gave a slight grin, a genuine one that he really only showed around his elder brother and sister. "I got to actually rest a little while after my mission, you know. It was relaxing. I just hope I haven't kept you or the young ones waiting."


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User ImagexoxoxoTo her distaste, everything that the soothsayer said did happen. It was a little over ten minutes when she and her husband's commrades came home. She was ready to take a bath when, guess who, was waiting at the entrance of their home, him. She didn't stare, merely glowered, before entering the house and passing by him like nothing had happened. So, taking a bath, draining the stench she had from running too much, she took a bath and felt slightly refreshed, the words of the soothsayer haunting her though.

"Listen to me well my dear, your husband will slip a small drug into your drink and serve it to you on a platter. The drug will make you woozy 'till which you are still conscious just slightly numb. After the pill has taken effect, he will carry you to your room and 'play' with your body before he starts undressing your temple. Frightened, you will try to fight back but because of his will and strength, it will not be enough. From there, pleasure will begin to course your body but also, the seering pain of love. Afterwards, he will sleep and you will sleep, and then, your time will begin."

Thought the soothsayer said it as though it seemed easy, the experience of it, was nonetheless, excrutiating. After taking a bath, she put on her house robe in shich she only used when she was not going to spar or fight, just to simply walk around. Her maid told her that dinner was served and that was where it all started. Her husband was sitting in the chair in front of hers, in the fairly large dining table, but it was only him and her. She had asked where his siblings were and he said that they had eaten already and she felt uncomfortable being alone with him. She ate of course, slowly but full-heartedly, when he would just look at her and she to never look upon his gaze. He stood up and went to a small table to the right of her hand in which he served drinks, and that was when he slipped in the drug. He placed the cup down on her table as she looked at him and he was just smiling, smiling an evil smile that only she could tell. She continued eating, not even trying to drink the cup when he saw that her husband was being very patient with her. When she finally looked up to see his face, his eyes were the first thing she caught a glimpse of. But something, something had made her drink the cup because when she did, she started feeling the woozy feeling th soothsayer had told her.

When she didn't realize it, they were in their room and he was on top of her, and that was when the excrutiating pain began. She felt taken over by him, his wave of pleasure and lust collided with her scared and refusing wavelengths. But of course, she was overpowered by him. An hour or so afterwards, they were sleeping, but she was wide awake, about ready to shed tears. The next day, she had already fallen asleep and her husband was no where to be found, when she got up, she felt a pain on the lower part of her body, as if she had been stabbed there somehow. She scarmbled around with her legs and got up finally, making sure that her robe was on when she got out of the room, the pain still there that it made her limp. What was wrong with her? She continued walking until she heard a gasp from behind her and she turned to see her maid horror-stricken.

"My lady! You're trailing blood!"

Indeed she was. A blood trail was found from her room, probably from the pain she was having. Mei didn't know what the hell was going on. Was she actually bleeding from down there? But why? Mei's sister-in-law came out of her room as she had already seen everything. Her sister-in-law helped her back to her room as well as her maid as they both looked at her worriedly. Her sister-in-law asked her what happened to her and she simply told them that her husband had raped her, raped her by the use of a numbing pill. Both looking at each other then back at Mei, they felt sorry for her as Mei was treated and then, she started begging.

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Please! Please I beg of you! Let me be with my brothers! Let me be with them!"

Looking at her, they nodded silently as she felt a wave of relief. After an hour or so, when the bleeding had stopped, Mei and her sister-in-law had gone to visit her brothers once more, without the watchful eye of her husband's commrades. Taking almost the whole morning, they had finally gotten to her home, where her sister-in-law left her be with her family. Mei ran to the entrance and came back home, home with her brothers, where she really belonged. Continuing to run. she turned the corner of the hallway and into the training room, where her eldest brother and younger brother were sparring.

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Irral! Kirin!"


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        Irral had both a rough yesterday and a rough night. His anger was tormenting him, suffocating him. He knew that the soothsayer was right, as they always were. He knew that there was nothing to stop it, but he had to do something. The sparring between his brother and the lower ranking assassins didn't get very far once his brother returned, as his anger was peeking worse than normal. He had excused himself early, saying that he needed to get rest before he went on his nightly missions. He didn't get any sleep however, he didn't even go to his room. He had left the House, he had left the city. Irral knew it was the only way to keep himself from doing something he did not want to do, at least, not just yet. As his feet traveled, his mind rambled allowing waves of anger and hatred wash over like a storm in his mind. Once his feet did stop, Irral found himself in the forest. Deep within, Irral allowed his rage to come out.

        Redoing every training exercise, every mission skill he was forced to learn, even many sparring drills, Irral could not keep but from imagining the first heir to the House of Snakes. He was not strong enough, even with the image he knew. As the night wore on, Irral pushed himself harder and harder, ignoring the signs that he needed sleep. It took many hours like this before Irral felt completely weak, yet he couldn't stop. Anger was still in his being, as was the thought of losing his sister. Irral had heard that rape could change females so bad, that not even their family knew them any more. It was this reason why anger was so strong in him even now. Before long though, Irral found himself against a tree. He needed to rest, and he was going to get it. With the moon high, Irral drifted off into a dark slumber. No dreams came to his mind, not even nightmares. Out here in the vastness of the forest, deep within the thick forest, Irral knew that if someone wanted him, they would be hard pressed to find him. They couldn't and wouldn't find the assassin, even if he was out cold now.

        Once the morning hit, and it was well past sunrise, Irral found himself looking around the trees. Many of them had scars on them, many showed signs of sparring. Some of the closer trees were fresher scars while some further out from his body showed signs of healing. Irral chuckled. He hadn't been here for quiet some time. It was his hide away place, a refuge, an area where he could let everything out without worry. Standing up, Irral found his body slightly stiff. Thankfully, this personal sparring grounds was close to a hot spring and a waterfall. Both of which next to each other. The hot spring was the beginning of the waterfall and the beginning of the creek that ran through the forest. Forcing his legs to move, Irral climbed the short hill before seeing the beautiful water. There was a small clearing, about his height size long, from where the forest ended and the hot spring began. The diameter of the spring was decent size, enough for three to fit in and stretch out comfortably. One end had an arms length opening which led to the waterfall and from there the stream.

        Easing into the water, Irral felt the hot water ease his muscles, even easing his mind as well. Looking up to the sky, Irral knew he would be late if he didn't get going. After ten minutes of relaxing and allowing the water to replenish his mind and spirit, Irral moved again. He didn't have a towel, so he used his hands to get as much loose water off before he put on his cloths. Feeling the weight of his weapons on him once more, Irral took off. It was an easy jog, but one that got him to where he was going fast enough. By the time breakfast would be served for those in the House of Dragons, Irral reached the sparring grounds. Resting on the wall protecting the grounds from outsiders, except for one side where the gate was, Irral looked down at the barren grounds. Yesterday bad news had happened here, very bad news. Irral couldn't tell even his own brother what was said here yet he had a feeling that Kirin knew something was up with his brother. Jumping and feeling the clothing whip around his form, Irral landed with a soft thud before seeing his brother.

        Before long, the two were at it again, sparring between them. For the longest of time, Irral was silent. Even if he brother would have asked a question, Irral wouldn't have spoken. He was still sore around the subject and knew that he would be hard pressed to keep his anger controlled once he started to think upon it again. As their blades came to a stand still, Irral picked up on the faint pattering of feet. Someone was running, but who and why? His sister's voice caught his attention fully, making him step back from his brother to turn and look. Glancing to the sky, as it was an open room to allow to the sparring some fresh air instead of musty, Irral looked around worriedly. If she was here, were they going to have to protect her? How did her husband allow her to leave? Where were the guards this time? Many questions ran through his skilled mind. A warm smile landed upon his face, his eye shinning. He would not allow his sister to leave this time, or at least put up a fight when she had to go back.



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Sparring was a release for both Kirin and Irral. When he heard that he was just on time for teaching the younger ones the assassin's ways, the third heir couldn't be more relieved and excited all at once. He'd immediately drawn his personal sword, Katzbalger, a smirk on his face that was usually only used to distract his opponents when they battled him. When they saw Kirin smirk, his enemies usually thought he was being overconfident, so they severely underestimated how strong he really was. People judge others with large swords, like his (or at least larger than normal assassin weapons) as big brutes with no brains. Well, Kirin was certainly a brute, but he was a thoughtful one. Who's to say one couldn't be both ruthless and thoughtful?

When he sparred with Irral in front of the young learners of the assassin's honor though, there were certain cues that Kirin noticed. His sword strokes were hard and heavy, almost as if anger was the emotion truly driving the force behind his brother's attacks. Anger was usually a foolish emotion that one in their profession exploited in opponents that were dumb enough to be aggravated, making the job much, much easier, so anyone, especially the first heir should have known better than to display it so openly. However, something must have happened in their time apart, Kirin could tell that. Something must have been bothering Irral, or he wouldn't make his anger so obvious, even to the person that he trusted only second to his wife.

When they sparred right after the mission of last night, Kirin noticed that the match ended early. There was that fire in Irral's eyes that came when he was ready to carry out the duty, and it wasn't fading even after releasing his pent-up rage in the sparring match with his younger brother. That must have been the reason that the match between them, now yesterday that Kirin was thinking about... ended early. When the fire stayed in his eyes, everyone knew to steer clear of the House of Dragons' eldest heir. It meant that even if he wasn't on an assignment, he was still very ready to kill. Ending the match with Kirin early was Irral's way of showing his brother mercy: so he wouldn't become a target to that killing urge.

Now, it was one day later. Kirin had just finished his breakfast, and he headed straight to the training grounds afterward. If his brother showed, he knew that he vented whatever frustrations he had hopefully on something and not someone. Of course, he'd hear if it was the latter, for sure, and those whispers never came the Third Heir's way. Lo and behold, Irral appeared before him, weapon drawn. It was time for the two to spar again.

The time for them to cross blades didn't last long though. There was a call of both his and his brother's names from a voice that he very much recognized. Dropping Katzbalger, Kirin cautiously moved towards where the voice came from. Mei. Their sister was calling out to them, with worry laced in every syllable she pronounced. It meant that Mei was in trouble, she would never call out for anything else. What would happen though, with the fact that she called to her brothers and "turned her back" upon the House of Snakes? Would there be the inevitable conflict between the two houses after all?

The real question was... 'who cared?' Everyone knew that the two houses would never get along, and were always preparing for war even after the political marriage. If they went into a bloody conflict, it was simply expected from both of them. Kirin was preparing for it on a personal level with his training, always taking it seriously and hardly making time the way he used to for the epic tales he read. Now that he knew that truth, that not only was his sister unhappy, but hurt, dishonored, and desperate, he'd never forgive the one who did this to her. When he closed the distance between himself and Mei, he did the rarest gesture of opening his arms, being free to be embraced by her. "Mei, I'm here... we're here. I care not what we must face, Irral and I will protect you." There was not a sound of doubt within the third heir's voice. He had his mind made up, and would not stray from the path he'd chosen, even if it would be his last.


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Disappointment. Something she felt most of the time because she always had impeccable timing where it concerns her missing Mei every once in awhile. Just once. But, the length of Mei’s visit always shortened each and every day. So, these days, she ponders on lost time between them and carefully mends some of her husband’s old clothes. Even if he had the tendency to purchase another pair of combat clothes for his missions after wrecking the one he wore, it’s always good to fall back on a worn pair when new threads are in desperate need of repair. Of course, housework wasn’t her main priority but she felt normalcy in working like a diligent housewife. She was far from a normal housewife since her descent trails far into a long profession of assassin’s in her own house, and quite skilled herself.

When sparing with her husband though, she either found herself in a stalemate or gaining another lose. And, while she reminisced on past events, gently laid out his old uniform on the table in front of her and stood, departing from their shared room. How long has it been since they married? One? Two months perhaps? Yes, two. She confirmed in her mind. Everything seemed to be running smoothly, no disputes between her or the House of Dragons, and no quarrels with her husband yet.

Visiting her mother once, the women oozed pride and her father (always unreadable) showing signs of approval over the marriage. Sometimes she would laugh how the events happened, chancing upon the Eldest heir on one of his peeking sprees on her, almost surprised that he nearly did this everyday after training. How silly and responsible. Silly for participating in such an odd hobby and responsible for putting training above peeking on her first. How did she react to his presence? By nearly murdering him in the process with one of her many senbon hidden on her person, hostile intent visible on her features and demanding answers. All interrogator-like. And then, she came to accept his presence and inserted him in her life like so many others.

The day her father discovered Irral made her cringe at the memory, he nearly loped his head off! Several times she restrained herself not to remind her husband of past events. It didn’t deter him any from pursuing her. Her father threatened him on many occasions until he uncovered Irral’s origins, immediately apologizing and beating himself up for nearly murdering one of the heirs belonging to the House of Dragons. Most important one at that. Both heads colliding with each other, the head of House of Dragons demanding an explanation as to why his son was almost killed and her father, head of the House of Tigers, crumbling under the weight of the man’s status and bent his head in submission. Quite a horrible shock and horrifying in her opinion, her father submitted to no one. And well, she was never really fond of rankings within a monarchy and found all individuals her equal. She was sorely tempted to be vocal but restrained herself, remaining silent in the presence of the Dragon's clan head.

After her father dealt with the problems he caused and offered his daughter’s hand in marriage to the Eldest Heir as forgiveness for his actions, at first, she protested. Irral seemed like such a nice man but she had other duties and responsibilities in need of attendance, her mother furious with her father. To eliminate any doubts about their marriage, her father made negotiations and set up daily meetings between her and Irral. It was terrible in the beginning, always pointing out obvious flaws she sooner or later fell in love with. Attempting to find anything to dissolve this marriage, only to find herself harboring mutual affections for him. In the end, they were happily married and settled herself nicely in the household and finding many hobbies to occupy herself with.

Sooner or later, she appointed herself as support. Her sister, although not in blood, but still her sister through her marriage with Irral often shared personal conversations.

Startled by the sudden commotion as her thoughts on the past ceased, quickly sprinting through the halls. It was Mei’s voice! All of her instincts flaring as she bursts into the training area, observing everyone’s condition as her eye’s zeroed on Mei. The poor girl all out of sorts and bleeding, hissing slightly in anger. As much as she respected her husband as well as her husband’s brother, being surrounded by males didn’t appeal in any way in her mind when it concern’s Mei’s wellbeing. Hesitating slightly, it had only been two months and a day since their marriage but she still felt responsible for anything that happens to Mei; standing in the background as the three heirs interact and wasn’t sure if she should intrude on personal matters. But, Mei’s explainable injuries must be attended to and sadly, she never really put much faith in their medical staff.

‘Family is precious no matter what.’

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User Imagexoxoxo[Yay! Sorry it took me a while to post but I'm having a bad day, sorry for the Writer's Block!]

Mei looked at everyone. She was not only thrilled, but excited as well! To be with her brothers, reunited and it felt very good! But she was still in pain from earlier, what was going on though?

"G-Guys...hey..."

She felt a sreaming pain coursing throughout her mind, she could seem to get the fact that she was in actual pain. Her vision was starting to blacken as she tugged on Irral's sleeve and the next thing she knew, she was unconscious.


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