The pink flush of a maiden’s cheek, her luscious red lips.
A drop of perfume on her skin, a scent that lingers in one’s nose and mind.
A giggle, a chuckle and a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.
Fingers that are icy to the touch, fingers that leave a trail of dizzy excitement.
A sickly sweet metallic tang that fills one’s mouth, a taste that lasts a lifetime.
The world is often divided into black and white; however there is still that hazy grey area that few people are aware of. It is a zone of mindless matters, where the distinction between right and wrong is blurred, where murder can be seen as a mere task. At the heart of this madness, we find a group of people, I beg your pardon, what I meant was a group of assassins, female ones mind you. A lethal clan born of darkness but encased in the soft silky skin of a woman. But we’re not interested in how this clan began. Our story begins with the Eighth Generation, where three deadly assassins are entrusted with a mission, one of great importance and danger, one that would bring the past, present and future into a web of turmoil. Truths are twisted; emotions are manipulated while life and death is a struggle between the powerful and weak; it is a journey of no return.
I’ve been toying around with the whole idea of assassins after Naked Weapon, and decided to write a story based on this concept and incorporated other themes like love, hate, betrayal, power, time … you name it. I’m not that much of an experienced writer, considering that this is my first ever fanfic, but I must say it is (as I am still in the midst of writing it) satisfying to see the story take a more… defined shape. Before I bore you all with my constant pratter, do take a look at the cast done by my lovely beta Kiryu.
TaTa and enjoy the story!:)
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