HIM AND ASSASSIN SEASON 1

THE NIGHT is quiet. The moon is in its full shape, sitting and nigh on the east. A peaceful town in China, Mao Yui was on their preparation for their rest time. Some are having fun but the others are taking naps already. But the calmness of the town, unaware that, a shadow is jumping on the roof and one another, looking for his target. He was hooded with some strips of his black dress and his long loose hairs are fluttering in the breeze simultaneously. On his every move, one can see that he is an assassin if someone could. The assassin that the town is afraid of because assassins are ruthless, at least they believe. And if someone would catch that assassin sneaking around, it would be that someone's last night breathing because one of the assassins protocol, 'leave no evidence behind.’ The assassin stopped at the concrete roof at exactly 09:56 PM. His devilish eyes are pinned down to a window just in front of where he is sitting. Assassins are keen observers. At once, a curve on his lips came out – he already spotted his target. 09:57 PM. So his legs are starting to move again and his hands are holding the twelve inches long curvy twin blades on each side of his waist. The assassin was about to jump to another roof when a small girl walking directly beneath. So the assassin needs to pause, and wait till the girl is gone. The girl is not that hassle, he could kill the girl if that was what he want. But no, he has time to run on. He must stay calm. 09:58 PM. The girl has already crossed over, hence, the assassin continued moving straight to the house where the open window is showing a man and a woman in their 30’s. Seconds passed, the assassin got inside the bedroom and no one knows how it happened. He just stared at the sleeping couple for seconds but that was not his target. The target must be in the next room. In the next room the assassin managed to get in, a 6-year old pretty boy is sleeping calmly. And without any fuss, the assassin pulled his twin blades up from his waist, pointed it to the boy, and stabbed it in the chest. No noise occurred, it was very quick to the extent that the boy has not given time to squeak. The assassin must do it at exactly 10:00 PM because it was the time given to him to kill the boy. However, in the middle of the silence, a woman wearing a housemaid dress shouted from the doorway behind. "AAAAAHHHH—" In the middle of the deafening silence, she screamed very loudly that took a second. She did not continue her shouting force when the assassin threw his second blade directly straight to the house maid's throat. There was an abrupt pause in the woman when the sharp blade met with her throat. That took two seconds before her body started to collapse backward and shut down on the floor. Then her blood sprinkled around. The scene created a loud sound and that woke the couple from the other room. After hearing such disturbance, the couple alerted themselves. They immediately got up from the bed and the man hurried himself to the wardrobe to get something and after doing anything, they went out. The man tightly gripped the handle of his twin blades in his skinny fingers as they slowly walk toward the doorway where the lying dead body of a woman caught their attention. The woman saw that brutal situation of her housemaid, she just took a deep breath to prevent herself from shouting. Nevertheless, she was trembling terribly and sweats are starting to form on her forehead. Meanwhile, the man is trying himself to be brave and to stand on his ground firmly. Showing weaknesses is equivalent to showing your disadvantage. The couple continued walking until they saw who was behind it. The woman behind suddenly tightened her grip in his husband's arm as her legs are starting shake and could make her collapse anytime. The man and the assassin stared at each other for a moment with their eyes seemingly filled with burning daggers, probably having a conversation with their eyes and stabbing each other with the burning daggers. While his eyes still locked on the man, the assassin slowly lowered his body, picked up his bloody blade from the throat of the woman, and prepared his self. As he pulled the dagger, the blood of the housemaid incessantly came out from her whacked throat. "Who are you?" The man asked as he followed the assassin inside the room. He just walked over the lifeless body of the woman in the doorway and faced the assassin with his glaring stares. However, no matter how hard he tries to hide his fear, his hands that are holding the weapon exposed him when they slightly tremble. Yet, the man still managed to raise his weapon above the floor. Before he fully enter the room, the man forced his wife to go back inside the room. Which the latter resisted. "It’s not about who I am." The assassin responded with his cold tone and a blank face. He then looked to the woman behind and still gave her a stare that gives uneasiness to the woman. "Your son's blood, that was what matters." After saying that, the assassin turned his eyes back to the man before he positioned himself and spurted out towards him with his blade ready. The man saw that sudden attack, hence, he got the time to use his own blades to cover his face. A clashing sound emerged when their twin blades made contact with air. That stayed for a bit before the man lifted his blades leaving the assassin's blade on air. Then after that, he quickly stroke his one blade to the side of the assassin. "UHH!" The assassin abruptly groaned when he felt a sudden pain to the side of his abdomen. Knowing that he immediately stepped back when the man successfully hit him to the abdomen which he soon touched. And found out that was bleeding. As the assassin was distracted by the pain in his affected area, the man took the opportunity to attack the assassin. But despite how fast the man was, the assassin is much faster. Hence, the assassin managed to cover his face with his twin blades, and so a clanging sound of their weapon filled the room again. The man then turned back to avoid other expected movements coming from the assassin that gave them two meters of distance from each other. The assassin flinched his face as he endured the pain. He once again looks at his cut and from that, the assassin raised his head with a glimpse of being threatened before he muttered, "If you think I am all alone? You are wrong." "ERAGON!" With her panicking voice filled with fears and worries, the woman called from behind. The man who has been called by the name of Eragon immediately turned his head back to his wife. And to his surprise, the man saw another assassin intruder locking at his woman's neck by his thick arm and with a sharp dagger. Seeing her like that, crying and terribly shaking in fear in the arm of an intruder, give chills to the man's spine causing his legs to tremble. And at that moment, he felt a sweat flowing down from his cheek. "P-please, don't hurt her." The man pleased shakenly with his eyes starting to get teary. No matter how strong he got inside, it was all useless after seeing his wife being held with a sharp dagger that is slowly cutting the woman’s skin on the neck, and that causes her blood to come out. Seeing that, Eragon was left hopeless. He cannot bear to see his wife be in that position, yet there is nothing else he could do. He is outnumbered and manipulated. After that, silence swallowed the house. Then suddenly, the newcomer assassin nodded to the left as if he wanted Eragon to put his weapon down. The man got that, however, he is doubting whether to follow him or not. If he surrenders his weapon, the man will surely be killed and his wife will get the chance to stay alive. But that chance is little, yet, it could still save his wife. Thus, so for the sake of the life of his wife, he slowly lowered his body to put his twin blades on the floor. And when he was able to do that, he then raised his hands as he stood up to show that he completely concedes. He was expecting that when he put those twin blades, they will set his wife free. Little did Eragon know, the assassin at his back was pointing his twin blades at him. And without hesitations, the assassin skillfully stabbed Eragon from the back, thrust it inside until it passed to the chest. The sharp blade dipped inside him hitting some of his organs. "AAAAHHHH!" A deep-throated sound emitted from the mouth of the man involuntarily when that sudden attack put him under the pressure of pain and suffering. That pain was unbearable and starting to reach his endurance limit. Three seconds passed, Eragon cannot bear the pain anymore. Hence, he dropped on his knees causing him to kneel on the floor. Amounts of blood came out from his mouth once his knees met with the hard floor and his eyes were left at their full capacity. Again, blood scattered even more in the house. Eragon's eyes were starting to get blurry. Even so, he still managed to see the images of the assassin holding his wife. The next thing that happened was agonizing to look at. It was like his heart had been grind into small pieces when the assassin cut the woman’s head off. There was a pause in them when the head of the woman rolled down near to the stair. It took almost ten seconds before Eragon woke from that sudden burst of emotion. With his remaining strength, he shouted with full of rage. "NEEEEMEEAAAAAA!" Then an excluded voice came in. "Himerald! Himerald!" A young man woke up from a deep dream when a sudden loud voice of a woman attacked his ears. He was a bit annoyed by its voice. And without bothering to open his eye, he snorted, “Auntie, why?” After saying that, he heaved a croaky long sigh that is somewhat insulting to the woman. He even opened his eyes hardly which is why he was not able to see the face of the image of the tall, slim body of the woman. In her 20's, she is wearing a casual Prussian blue dress with magenta ribbon on her left shoulder. Her sapphire pencil skirt tightly fitted on her skinny legs. And her head, she has curly black hair sitting on the right shoulder and her face filled with prettiness. With her rosy naked lips, the woman uttered, "Himerald, I, am not your aunt... I am your teacher! And you—you are sleeping in our classroom. And you are even shirtless." A short explanation of the woman who happened to be the young man’s teacher. It was loud and clear that reached the consciousness of the sleepy young man who was called by the handsome name Himerald. Himerald heard the explanation of the woman, all of his senses abruptly came back. Then he pulled his body up and sat before he gazed around. After a second, the young man realized that he is sleeping in their classroom. Over consciousness and anxiety then filled his entire body when a thought mingled around his head. The most gorgeous teacher on the campus just caught him sleeping half-naked inside of their classroom. He immediately looked for his shirt and stood up, exposing his perfect half-naked body in front of the lady. His bulky muscles on his shoulder and his abdomen did not fail to let the teacher swallow once. The room is quiet and there is still no student yet. There was nothing else to do for Himerald except bowing his head down and greeted the teacher in front of him. “G-good morning, miss Alamada.” When Himerald bowed, he actually stayed at the position when he thought about how horrendous would be his breath if he raise his head. He remained for a bit as he said, “I-I’m very, very sorry that I sleep here, miss.” He added while thinking what would be the possible way to reason out for sleeping in the classroom when he thought that the teacher will surely ask about it. “What are you doing here? Why did you sleep here?” Then Miss Alamada really asked. “Ah-Uhm… cuz,” Himerald stopped for a while, entertaining his thoughts before he raised his head just in front of the woman's face. “It is because I had a misunderstanding with my aunt at home... I left and there was nowhere to stay last night that was why I went straight here. Nevertheless, we have class today so... good thing I am here already, first on the list.” Himerald confidently lied to his teacher. While doing that, he actually emphasized each word he mention so that he would exhale the grossest air he had inside. He did not bother anymore on how would Miss Alamada think about his awful breath. Himerald has to escape from the interrogation. Thus, he figured out that if the woman smelled his breath, it would be awkward for the teacher. In this case, it would make it easy for the lady to let him go and make the conversation quick. Himerald then inhaled deeply before he spoke, “I-I’m very sorry, miss.” Once again, he slowly let go of those air and made sure that the unpleasant smell would reach the cute nostrils of Miss Alamada. A devilish smirk slightly escaped from his dry yet reddish perfectly curved lips when Himerald saw Miss Alamada secretly flinched her face. “Okay, that’s enough. I will let this go for now... And I will not extend this matter to the faculty, but—” she uttered and stopped with her hand gesturing a number one. “But make sure that this will not happen again, am I clear, Himerald?” After hearing that condition, Himerald just nodded without saying anything. “Now, go before someone sees you.” The pretty teacher added and took a glance at Himerald’s perfect body for the last time. She then slowly turned back and continued to the east wing of the corridor. And so the young man was left, erasing the painted smirk on his lips and yield a blank face. He picked up his things before he left the room, leaving no evidence that someone just slept there. Himerald went to the boy’s shower room to wash his face on the sink. It was 6:12 in the morning and the flag ceremony starts at 7:30, that was why there was still no student roaming around. Himerald continued washing his face, when he opened his eyes, he then stared at his face through the mirror. He has a pointed nose, reddish perfect curved lips, short wrinkles on his forehead, also his brows perfectly match his stunning brown eyes. But in his left cheek, there he has a mark of a thin slice utmost two inches long from the bottom of his cheekbone down to the end of his jawline. Nevertheless, that scar does not guarantee him to be ugly or to look unpleasant to everyone's eye. That scar actually gives him a unique charm to his entire outlook. Looking straight to his face through the wet, slightly blurred mirror, he thought about the dream he had earlier. It is bothering him to the extent of it would not be washed out from his mind since he was dreaming it again and again for how many days. “Who the hell are they? Why they are keep on annoying me? UUUHH! This nightmare.” Himerald winced and groaned a little while grasping his hair a bit using his both hands. But before the ring bells, he forcedly set aside those thoughts and went to his locker to get a spare uniform. Their lockers are placed inside the room so it was easy for him to change his clothes in their school uniform since he has kept some spare in his locker. “Hey, Himerald... did you slept here again?” A low and unhurried voice emerged from the doorway. Himerald turned around once the sound of the voice reached his ears. By hearing that voice, Himerald already knows to whom it came from. And so he replied as soon as his eyes met with another young man, same age but shorter. “What took you so long?” Himerald uttered that offended the newcomer. There was a pause in him before walking through the doorway. “Ha—Ha—Ha, funny… that's it, you are always good at it, huh? I am the one here, troubled every time you fall into trouble, hmm Mr. Goodboy. And you are here, giving me s**t?” The newcomer sarcastically responded with a glimpse of annoyance on his face. As he walks inside, the light from the ceiling perfectly reflects on his shiny, seemingly licked hair, flatly sticking on his scalp. That hairstyle made up his personality. The words and face of the newcomer were dramatic. But that did not take much time when he twisted his facial expression into lively. With his huge hand, he a small plastic bag at Himerald. “Your breakfast.” Seeing that plastic bag, Himerald immediately raised his hands to get the flying thing. He quickly opened the bag as soon as he got it. A sweet yet manly curve on his lips suddenly escaped from his mouth while staring at the content of the plastic bag. “Thank you, Dime," He just muttered before he grabbed something from the bag and looked at the newcomer named Dime. "How did you know that I like this?” Himerald wondered before he took a big bite from the pineapple pie in his hand. “I'm your friend remember? I should know about what you like and what’s not.” Dime walked to the wall just opposite the doorway and took a seat on one of the benches. “By the way, what happened? Where did you go last night? Did you have a secret way to avoid them, didn't you?” Himerald has a pineapple pie loaded in his mouth, hence, he had to chew them all before he spoke up. “Those fools, they already know my secret escape. Good thing, I still managed to get away from them, and I thought of staying here at school.” Himerald answered while walking closer to Dime. Then suddenly, he looked at his friend with a different look. “Dime… can I use your motorbike later? I really have to go to my aunt this night but I think those brats will still be there in my secret escape. So if I will use the main road, it would be easy if I would be riding on your motorbike.” Himerald lowered his head like he was frightened. “That will be your birthday gift to me, I would be very glad.” He insisted. Dime just looked at him back, it took seconds before he parted his lips and heaved a long sigh. "Do I have any choice?" He just uttered and nodded. "That's good then," Himerald smiled before he tap the shoulder of Dime. After that little chit-chat, Himerald stood up and finished wearing his uniform. “But, you should brush your teeth first, it smells like hell bro.” Dime uttered disgustedly while covering his nose with his hand. After hearing that, Himerald stared at Dime for a while and suddenly attacked him by breathing so hard at his face. “AAAHH, Him you’re disgusting!” They laughed together after that and then Himerald finished what he should finish. 'Kriiiiiing! Kriiiing!' The school bell rang. On their first period which was The History of Martial Arts. "Okay class, can someone tell me the difference between being a fighter and assassin?" While standing in front of the class, Miss Alamada asked. She placed her hands together at her lower back and started to roam around. "Anyone?" and someone raised. "Okay you, Mr. Aguante." The latter stood up confidently and begun to speak, "The difference between the two is that the fighters are those who fight, and of course assassins do the assassination." Aguante simply answered. The teacher tightened her brows after absorbing what she just heard. She was like thinking whether the answer was a serious one or some other around. "Thank you Mr. Aguante but your answer is lacking… very literal… Another hand?" She gazed her head again looking for another student that can give her a satisfying answer. And another hand was raised after a moment of silence. It was Himerald’s. Himerald stood up not so straight, "Go on Mr. Cortes, state the difference between fighters and assassins." The teacher repeated. And so he stood up straight and as confident as he can, "Ahem! Uhm.." He cleared his throat first and touched his collar as if it was a mess before she starts answering, "Fighters are those close-range combatants that possess a mix of offensive and defensive capabilities. While they don't have as much utility as a tank or as much fatal as an assassin, a fighter's damage will add up over time to make it a major threat. Meanwhile, assassins are—" Himerald suddenly paused in the middle of explaining when a thought came in his head. It was about the assassins that appeared in his dreams. He then lowered his head like he was thinking deeply. By seeing that, Miss Alamada was confused about his sudden pause, "Excuse me, assassins are?" Himerald got his consciousness back. He then banged his head high and began to open his mouth, "And… and assassins are opportunistic hunters who find favorable moments within a fight before jumping into the fray. And they are keen observers and unlike fighters, they are masters in hiding." He continued calmly and took his seat right after. "Well, quite satisfying… thank you, Mr. Cortes," from the teacher. Then the pretty woman went back to her table, "So since we are talking about fighters and assassins, our topic for this period is about, branches of martial arts which is being a fighter and assassin." She ended. Their classes and periods ended with lectures. So after that, they immediately went to their school’s parking lot. “Here’s the key, the helmet's inside... Don’t you dare bump her on something or even scratch her a little. My mom will kill me, and I will kill you then too.” Dime said while his fist acted like to punch Himerald in the face. “Don’t worry, I will take care of her. “ Himerald replied with an assurance expression. "You should!" "She's in good hands," Himerald said while tapping the seat of the motorbike. “Alright, I should get going.” "Hmm." Dime hummed and bid goodbye as he walked back to the building. It was 5:30 in the afternoon, Himerald rode the motorbike with a helmet on, that covers his entire head with matching black shade. However, even if he is wearing a shade and a helmet, the scar on his left cheek is excavating. He did not use the path where he usually goes, thinking that those fools would not be on the main road, so he thought of going there. No one knows, they might still be waiting on his usual path with their teeth readied to bite him. The main road is wide and there are only a few vehicles passing by. So he took the opportunity to increase his speed. As he was about to pass a Pharmacy Store, he suddenly stopped when a thought got him, he has something to buy for his aunt. “Good day.” The guard greeted him while giving him a wide smile. He then opened the door for the young man. Himerald just moved his brows as his reply to such greeting and proceed to the counter. The store does not have any customers except Himerald at the moment. There are three lady pharmacists in the front; one is at the counter, the other is busy arranging some products on the rack and the other one is checking something on the book. “Can I have a bottle of amphetamines, methylphenidate, and methamphetamine miss?” He asked. The lady on the counter just stared at Himerald for a while before she parted her lips to speak. “Ah—sir, we are not allowed to sell those high frequent energizers that easy, so sir, you can’t have it.” the lady said. “Is it because of meth?” he sarcastically asked. “Do I look like a drug addict, miss?” he added while giving a gesture. “Eh sir if I may ask, what is it for?” she asked Himerald again but the latter did not answer. “Ok here’s a thing, is there any prescription paper you could present to me, sir? Sir, it is really prohibited so we need a prescription for those.” Himerald opened his bag and inserted his hand inside acting like he was looking for something that he has known as something that did not even exist. “It seems like I left it at home, miss.” He lied. The truth was that he does not have the thing the pharmacist is asking. So from lowering his head, he looked at the lady directly to her eyes. “I—I really, really need those things, miss. Please just let me have it.” He acted while slightly pouting. The lady just inhaled and heaved a long sigh. “I’m very sorry sir but you can’t have those without a prescription. Those drugs you just asked for, those drugs needs an approval from authorities. If you can, you could just get your prescription paper in your house and just back here once you have it. I assure, I will give those drugs to you right after payment.” “Never mind.” Himerald turned his back and was about to take a step away from the counter when an armed man blocked his way. “You stay! And DON’T MOVE!” A man shouted while pointing a gun at Himerald.