Falling In Love With My Target

Chapter 4

For a week, Qrow stalks Clover, getting familiar with his daily routine. There was hardly a moment where Clover wasn't surrounded by either a family member, a friend, or many people while out in public. Which made getting a chance to kill him much harder. On the last night Qrow was watching Clover through his bedroom window, he saw something...that something being Clover wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. Qrow's cheeks turn bright red, and his mind went blank as he was entranced by Clover's muscular body.

"Oh good lord." Qrow gasped when Clover's towel dropped and he saw his butt.

The assassin's ears were burning with how much he was blushing. 

"Oh no...don't turn around, please don't turn around...aaand he turned around." Qrow mumbled.

The moment he caught a glimpse of something else, Qrow averts his eyes. He may be a killer, but he was in no way a pervert. Taking another look to check if Clover was decent, Qrow saw that the curtain was closed.

"I think it's time to call it a night." Qrow sighed, heading back to the hotel.

The next day, Clover was at home all by himself; his mother at work, his father out in town, and his sister on her crazy mission to expose Councilmember Logan. He was completely lost in his head thinking about the amount of stress his mother is going through, the potential danger his sister is putting herself in, and not knowing what to do about either situation. Then out of nowhere, a hand covers his mouth and a knife is pressed against his throat.

"Don't worry, handsome, I'll make this quick." a voice whispered into his ear.

Thinking quickly, Clover grabs the wrist holding the knife, then with the other arm, elbows his attacker in the ribs. Next, he flips the stranger over his shoulder and steps back a bit. Groaning, the stranger gets to his feet, still holding the knife.

"Who are you!?" Clover asked him.

The stranger doesn't reply, he just attacks again. Sometime during the struggle, the knife is plunged into Clover's side, causing him to cry out in pain and loosen his grip on the man that's trying to kill him. This gives the attacker the chance to push him to the ground and climb on top of him. Before the attacker could stab Clover in the throat, he catches his forearms, stopping the knife just inches from his neck.

"I'm not gonna let some masked motherf**ker kill me!" Clover shouted.

He shoves his attacker off of him, then gets up and spartan kicks him through the glass patio door. The masked stranger shakily gets to his feet and bolts.

"YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU BETTER RUN!" Clover yelled, clutching his side.

When he pulled his hand away and saw how much he was bleeding, all the adrenaline drained from his body and he collapses to his knees.

"This looks bad....I...gah...g-gotta get to the hospital." Clover said in a pained voice.

Gathering as much strength as he could, Clover dragged himself to the hospital. He was seen rather quickly due to the fact that he was bleeding so much.

"There ya go, all stitched up. Luckily, the knife missed your organs. Would you like to report this attack to the authorities? Call a family member?" the doctor said.

"No. None of that. This has to be one of those doctor/patient confidentiality type of things. No one knows I was ever here, got it?" Clover told her.

"Well, okay. You lost a lot of blood, not enough for a transfusion, but you should still take it easy." the doctor replied.

"Yes, ma'am." Clover nodded.

"Here's a new shirt, that other one is ruined." a nurse said, handing Clover a fresh clean shirt.

"Thank you." Clover said, taking the shirt and putting it on.

After signing himself out, Clover heads back home.

"Ah, sh*t, how am I supposed to explain the broken glass door. And, d*mn it, there's probably blood on the floor too." Clover groaned, running a hand over his face.

"The blood, I can just clean up before anyone sees it. But...the glass door...I'll have to make up something that explains why it's broken." he thought to himself.

His racing thoughts were interrupted by his phone ringing. Looking at the caller ID, Clover saw that it was his dad calling.

"Hey, Dad, what's up?" Clover said, answering his phone.

"It's your mother, she fainted at work." Trevor replied.

"What!? What happened!?" Clover asked worriedly.

"I'm not sure, all I was told was that she seemed very disoriented during a meeting and then she just suddenly collapsed." Trevor explained.

"I'm heading to the base now, I've already called Punzie, so just meet us there." he added.

"Okay, I'm on my way." Clover said before hanging up.

Back with Qrow, he gets to his hotel room and throws his mask down onto the bed in frustration.

"God d*mn it! I over estimated him! I f**ked up! Now he's gonna be on his f**king guard!" Qrow scolded himself.

Now, Qrow will have to rethink his entire plan to kill his target. Tired, sore, and angry, Qrow changes clothes and heads to the nearest bar. He knows it's a bad idea to drink on the job, but he didn't care, he was at his wits end. Qrow never had trouble completeing a job, that's why he was one of Taka's top assassins. So...why was killing this guy so hard!? This Clover f**king Ebi's handsomeness was way too distracting, it totally messed with Qrow's head. It's clearly making him unable to think straight...not that he ever was straight in the first place.

"Get your sh*t together, Branwen. And just do your f**king job! Do the only thing you're good at...the only thing that makes you worth something to him. Or else you're dead!" Qrow grumbled, gripping fistfulls of his hair.

Qrow's heartbeat increases and so does his breathing as his anxiety kicks in.

"...or worse..." Qrow whimpered.

Even though the things he's constantly made to do makes him despise himself, Qrow's only motivation for killing is self preservation. Nothing is more important to him than that...or so he thinks.