The Kitsune: Part 5"I'm not working with you," I said to Luk the moment Master Kinso left us. I tried to keep my voice low as we walked through the temple. Luk continued to follow me; it was obvious that he was not going to disobey Kinso's orders.
"You have no choice in that matter Kitsune. If you refuse to work with me I shall report you and we both know that you don't want that to happen, especially after you killed those people," he smirked. I wanted to slice that smile off his face but I repressed the urge, for now.
"What are you talking about?" I stopped walking to look at him, still keeping up my act of innocence. There was no way that I was letting myself be killed by the Guild; if anyone had to die it was him. It was nothing personal; I would just prefer his death to my own. "I did not murder those people."
"Well I know that I didn't do it, and that leaves only you," Luk said. I walked away; it was the only option that I could take at the moment, considering that I was in public. Every cell in my
The Kitsune: Part 4Weeks and months went by after that. The Suin case faded into the back of my memory just like every other case that I had worked. The day after mister Suin died I collected a case of money from the message slots in my usual tavern, as usual no questions asked. My work began to slow, I reported weekly to the Guild pretending to be oblivious to the freelance assassinations that were occurring within the city. I hated the Assassin's Guild, the majority of which were dusty old men with long beards ordering around younger men who they had trained. I was the only girl, much to my downfall. I spent much of my youth fighting off unwanted advances from men more than twice my age. The Guild raised me after a founding member discovered me wandering the streets when I was seven. I still remember the Guild meetings surrounding it, the dishonour of them training a female assassin. Don't get me wrong there was female assassins but not in my Guild.
The events that I must explain here take place months
The Kitsune: Part 3I would regale you with further details of the death of my second target: Sam Alderage, but as much as I hate to admit it, he had already beaten me too it. When I arrived at his home outside Nersan he was already dead. Alderage was a miso addict, a horrible herb which either gives you the most euphoric high or the most terrifying hallucinations. That night it looked like Alderage had experienced the latter of the two. His wrists were slit from wrist to elbow with the bed he lay upon seeped in blood. I guessed that he had obtained knowledge of my coming visit and with the paranoid after effects of miso herb; this was probably the best option in his mind. At least he was dead, and to be honest that was all I really cared about.
My final kill was a difficult one, I'll tell you that before I start. I will also warn you that I had been ordered to carry out certain "extras" upon Suin so thinking of me in a bad light would not tell me anything that I do not already know. Mister Suin, the head
The Kitsune: Part 2The first of my targets was in the Siongi region of Nersan; a small farming community outside the west walls of the city. I love visiting there, something about it always feels so familiar, but why course I do not know. What I knew for definite was its thieving background. Yes the majority of the population were peaceful farming families but that was just on the outside, nothing is completely innocent, I know that for certain.
I travelled to Siongi on foot, cloaked, appearing as though I were a simple traveller. I tried my best to keep my hair concealed beneath my hood, it identified me too easily. The Red Fox was another nickname of mine once upon a life time ago. I had dyed it with a mixture of crimson berries and Pigchange potion to permanently stain it a burning red. Also the fact that I wore it to my waist made me stand out a little to the naturally black and brown haired Nersanians. It had caused me many a time to be scolded by the heads of the Assassin's Guild.
I waited until su
Kitsune: Part 1I'm guessing that some of you know me so an introduction will not be necessary, at least not, a formal one. Those of you reading this may know me by another name, I wouldn't know; I've had so many. During this tale and the series of events that transpired after it I am called Kitsune, an old assassin's code that was passed to me by my master after his death, an identity which I used for many years before taking my new name of Shiaki. As exciting and dangerous as my career may sound the life of an assassin is a dull one. The bodies quickly blend into one horrific memory and the victims' faces are quickly forgotten, not the honourable, glamorous profession those children's tales make it out to be. It is a job, that is all, one that I am good at.
Before we begin I should tell you that my memory is weak at its best. Some facts, such as my childhood, my teenage years and hundreds of other moments have been forgotten vanished in a painful haze. The worst of these missing memories include my