An Assassin's Love Story

Chapter 5

Lubbock's POV:

"Pass me the wheel", I huffed, wiping the sweat from my eyes. 

"Are you sure you know how to fix it?" 

"No, not really. But I'm sure I just have to twist the wheel back onto this little knob and we should be good to go". 

"That doesn't sound very convincing". 

"Trust me Y/N, I'll have us back on the road in no time". 

"Alright, if you say so. But I'll be in the one driving this time!" "Here's the wheel". "Careful, it's heavy". 

I laughed, "Fine by me". 

"Right, that should do it". Shuffling my body out from under the newly fixed cart, I held out a hand. 

"Help me up will you?" 

The girl scoffed, "I'm pretty sure you can stand up by yourself". 

"Hah, you wound me Y/N. How could you be so cruel?" I exclaimed dramatically. 

"If I'd have known any better, I'd say you just wanted an excuse to hold my hand". 

Cackling, I wiped a stray tear from the corner of my eyes. "I see you've got jokes now". 

"Let's just go". Ignoring my last statement, she dragged the cart away from the tree and climbed into the front. "Hurry up will you?" 

Chuckling under my breath, I shook my head, "Yes boss". 

"See, it's a much steadier ride with me driving". 

I huffed, crossing my arms and glancing away. 

"Maybe. But we're still going slow". 

"Better to be safe than sorry". 

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, taking in the lush greenery that passed us by. 

"Hey Lubbock?" 

"Hmm". 

"What made you get into this business?" "Surely you didn't always want to become an assassin". 

I pondered a moment. 'Do I really want to open up to this girl?' 

"So you want my life story then?" 

"Only if you're comfortable telling me". 

I nodded, "Alright". "Surprisingly, I was actually born into a wealthy family". "We were a family of merchants. I didn't have much of a part in the business though. I had three older brothers you see, so they were the ones who took part in business deals along with my father". "My mother was the one who pretty much raised me, up until the age of twelve. That's when she passed away". "It was an unknown disease. No matter how many doctors were summoned, none of them were able to identify the illness. She died five days after my twelfth birthday. From then, I was quite lost, not sure how I should live the remainder of my life without the woman who raised me". 

"Of course, my father was with me, but he and my brothers always seemed quite distant. The family business came first after all". 

I continued my story, Y/N merely listening intently the whole time. 

"A couple of weeks after her death, I met Najenda. She had just moved into the region with her family. Honestly, it was love at first sight. I had never seen or met someone so beautiful, yet so strong and powerful. I wanted to be by her side for as long as I lived". 

"Do you still love her?" 

My eyes flicked towards the (h/c) haired girl and I shrugged. "I don't know. I am attracted to her, but those feelings could merely be lustrous. What I do know, is that my twelve year old self was truly and madly in love with her. I knew my feelings wouldn't be reciprocated. She was nineteen and I was twelve. We became good friends over the years, although she treated me like nothing but a little brother". "I watched as she dated boy after boy, desperately wanting to be the one by her side. Once I reached fifteen, I ran away from home and joined the army, just like the girl I loved. Being seven years apart, the two of our ranks were quite different. But I never gave up. I trained hard, determined to climb the ranks to stand by her side".