An Unlucky Assassination (zelda)

[Akira Shikigami]

Returns. Some are happy and lighthearted. Others are despised and somewhat irritating. The prior was how Akira felt about the situation. It always felt awkward every time he so much as gazed at Hyrule Castle, for he used to techniquely be a noble as a small child. He reminded himself of the previous time he was here when he was here. He had managed to get away then. He was going to be extra cautious this time.

Akira was presently scaling the wall of the least visited part of the castle. The southern tower. This time his target was a skinny fellow by the name of 'Xather'. He was an unpleasantly arrogant man. He had deserved what was coming to him for crimes against all races.

Akira finally managed to finish scaling the wall and was already inside a small room belonging to the political 'Target'. He decided to take a risk. To wait it out. He swiftly launched himself between two wood panels supporting the roof with a throwing knife in hand.

The man came in after almost an hour, expecting to come in for an afternoon nap, leaving his door wide open. Immediately upon entering, Akira pounced on him from his spot between the panels. He brought the knife to the terrifyied mans throat. he didn't kill him...yet, he wanted to give the man a chance to redeem himself. "Could you tell me the reason why your trying to cause outbreaks of war towards other races simply because you think your a superior race?" He spoke coldly towards the man just above a whisper. This man beneath the cold blade of his knife was despicable. Xather didn't utter a single word in pure shock of the assassin knowing of what he was planning.

"Very well then, may the goddesses of hyrule find peace with you Xather" He lifted the knife in the air getting ready to force it into the man.

[Princess Zelda]

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[Akira Shikigami]

Failure is a strong definition to Akira. This had been his first failed assassination attempt for a long time. He was very serious about what he did. Failure is not an option. The funniest thing about Akira is that he disliked inflicting physical pain on anybody, despite the fact of being an assassin. If he wasn't an assassin he might've become a pacifist or some kind of priest. But alas, that was an unreachable and childish dream that would never come true.

He hadn't counted on Princess Zelda herself to arrive on the scene. He would have been somewhat surprised if an ordinary guard arrived. But the princess?! He had been caught three times this month due to careless mistakes. Was he really starting to go...soft? He sighed and stabbed the knife into the floor next to the mans neck. Xather almost cried in fear and ran straight for the door as soon as Akira began to lessen his tight grip on him.

"Consider yourself lucky..." Akira stated to Zather as he ran away. Akira knew conflict with Zelda was suicide. For one, she was possibly around four times stronger then him. But that was not the only reason, his own conscious wouldn't allow him to even consider attacking her, for she was probably one of the most just ruler Hyrule had ever had. He would not allow someone like that to be injured in any way, especially by his own bloodstained hands.

He half ridiculed the options Zelda gave him as his face remained hidden underneath a comforting shadow of his hood. He did not utter a single sound as she looked at him sternly. He merely walked over to the window and gazed out of it. Would he jump? Maybe, but first he wanted to hear what else she had to say.

"Tell me, do your so called laws do anything at all? It seems like they are provided more access for corrupt officials." Akira almost sounded casual in this situation, asking a genuine question. *It seems that anybody who wears gowns and robes of expensive fabric are allowed to break laws extensively, simply because they point their noses in the air*

Akira fought for peace, and he would continue to fight for it, even if he was rejected because of it.